The Family Pet
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, 
the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual 
basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters. 

The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality 
with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex. 

While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while 
sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves 
and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of 
other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least 
slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to 
discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual 
practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal 
they are. 

The characters in THE FAMILY PET are a case in point. Their story is one of 
real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the 
reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Laura Bettingfield smoothed her fingers over her arms, pressing her burning 
forehead against the cold windowpane. Her daughter Christina was late again! 
Why, oh, why was she having so much trouble with that girl lately? And why 
were those problems augmented by that terrible tight, hot feeling burning 
between her legs? 

Laura sighed, closing her eyes and digging her long fingernails into her 
bare upper arms. It was getting worse, that awful, pulsing itch that started 
like an electric shock along her inner thighs and soon shot up to her soft, 
moist pussy. It was wrong, wrong! Laura had told herself she'd never feel 
anything like ... this again, not after what she went through with her 
husband and the following ugly divorce. 

Brad! The thought of his name made the pretty woman shiver with loathing. 
He'd married her when she was only eighteen, told her he'd give her the 
moon, then sent her to it almost every night after the second year of 
marriage with that big ham hock fist of his! The blonde remembered how he'd 
howl drunkenly all night, throwing her against the wall. And in the 
background were Christina's high-pitched terrified shrieks. How many times 
had Laura wanted to run to the kitchen, pull out a knife from the drawer and 
run it into her husband's beer belly?! 

As it was, Laura considered herself courageous the day she took her daughter 
out of that hellhole of an apartment and filed for divorce. For months 
afterward she lived in terror, waiting for Brad to crash through the door 
and beat her as he'd done so many times before. But the lawyer's threats had 
done enough to cow him into submission. That had been many years ago. Now 
Christina was fifteen, slipping slowly from her control, and Laura didn't 
know quite how to deal with her. 

"Mmmmmm!" 

Her hand was shaking. She'd poured herself a tall vodka tonic some minutes 
ago and now Laura could hear the ice tinkling against the sides of the 
glass. The attractive woman pushed herself away from the front room window 
and stared around the house. It was a large, decent home, something she'd 
saved up for for years while working at the hospital. Several years of hard 
training had made Laura Bettingfield a valuable LVN. But the long hours took 
her away from Christina, she felt, just when she needed a mother to help 
guide her through those difficult years of puberty. "Ohhhhhhh, God!" 

Laura felt her knees shaking, giving way to the sharp heat burning between 
her thighs. It was bad tonight! Her cunt felt oh so hot and very, very 
moist. When she moved her hips slightly back and forth, the velvety surfaces 
rubbed together and hot juice seeped out. Laura could feel the silken crotch 
panel sticking uncomfortably to her cuntal mound. 

This was silly, wrong, sophomoric! She was too old for this sort of thing. 
Laura was thirty-three and still an attractive, vital young woman. But her 
sour marriage followed by two bitter affairs had soured her on sex. No, no 
man would touch her from now on. 

And for a while that vow didn't seem all that difficult to keep. There was 
work, school and Christina to keep up with. But now.... 

Laura put the glass up to her lips and swallowed more vodka. She moaned 
again, closing her eyes and enjoying the burning sensation of the liquor as 
it passed down her throat. Why had Christina decided to go to that party? 
She knew her mother had maneuvered at the hospital to purposely work days so 
she might be home evenings with her daughter. And now this party, all those 
young people, all those young men! 

Laura sighed again, putting out any horny thoughts from her head. No, 
Christina was a good girl. She'd been taught about men and how they could 
take advantage of a girl if she weren't careful. And that party would be 
supervised by her friend Tracey Smith's parents. 

The woman glanced down at her wristwatch. Supervised or not, Christina 
should have been home from the party hours ago. This was becoming another 
problem seeming to hang around her life, seeming to grow worse. Finishing 
her vodka, Laura put down the glass and slowly paced the dark room. Maybe 
she should call, find out if Christina was still there, or if she had left, 
or maybe didn't even bother to show! The thought shot through Laura like a 
lightning bolt. 

But no. That call would only irritate Christina. Laura didn't want more 
friction between them. They were bickering almost constantly now. No, she'd 
have to concentrate on her own problem now, her rising sexuality that was 
making itself known again. Maybe she should see a psychiatrist, a doctor who 
could help her, prescribe ... orgasms, like prescribing drugs. Laura smiled 
at the thought, picturing herself walking into the SavOn drugstore and 
ordering two orgasms. 

But even that silly thought didn't blot out the burning itch that kept on 
throbbing between her legs. Her breathing became shallow and hot through her 
flared nostrils. The woman steadied herself against the back of the long 
couch. Why couldn't she break away from the shadow hanging over her? Why 
can't I shake this fear of men off? Laura said to herself, biting down on 
her lower lip and fighting back the tears. As much as she distrusted and 
feared men, Laura wanted one, wanted a real man holding her, kissing her, 
telling her everything was all right, that she didn't have to work herself 
to death and worry about how her daughter was going to turn out. A tearing 
sound told the woman she was actually shredding the soft material of the 
sofa with her fingernails. 

From the far end of the hall she could hear soft padding sounds. Laura 
tensed, opening her eyes and straightening her back. It was Sport, the 
twoyear-old male Irish setter she'd purchased some time back for protection 
and for Christina. At first she loved the animal. But lately he, like her 
daughter, seemed to be slipping from her control. He was a beautiful dog, 
really. But there was something almost wolf-like in his bearing lately. He 
stared at her strangely, at times pressing his cold snout against the soft 
flesh behind her knee, making Laura cry out with surprise and fear. What was 
he trying to tell her? During the past few days Laura almost refused to be 
alone with the animal. Her daughter told her she was silly and dismissed the 
dog's odd behavior with a shrug. 

"He's only teasing, mother," Christina sighed, giving her mother that 
exasperated sneer Laura had learned to loath in the past few months. 

Now the animal had awakened and was trotting down the long hallway. He 
stopped in the doorway and stared at the woman, his dark eyes glittering in 
the soft light filtering in from the street. Laura felt her chest tighten 
and her heart stop. It was almost as if she'd discovered an intruder in the 
room. She found her fingers tightening around the back of the sofa again. 
Somehow the woman managed to find her voice. 

"Back, Sport, back," she said in a tight whisper. 

Why should she be so upset with him? Certainly the animal had done nothing 
yet to her? In fact all day he'd been out of the way, sensing her 
displeasure and not knowing yet how to counter it. If only she could throw 
him out, let him run in the packs she'd seen roaming the neighborhood. 

But then Christina would be furious. Her Sport out there helpless. Helpless? 
Laura smiled. As if anything that huge and well-built could be helpless! 

"Back," Laura said, feeling some of her former nervousness dying. She'd go 
to bed now, try to sleep and fight off that feeling still throbbing deep w 
in her cunt. 

But something was wrong, terribly wrong. The dog wasn't moving from the 
doorway as she walked around the sofa and headed toward the hall. He was 
standing there as motionless as a stone statue. Only his soft wheezing 
breathing told her he was alive. She stopped several feet away from him, 
feeling her flesh crawl with renewed fear. 

"Back, Sport, back," she repeated again, her voice quavering. 

But the animal seemed riveted to the spot. He was whistling through his 
nose, his powerful sides heaving in and out while his eyes studied her. 
Laura rubbed her icey fingers up and down her arms, wishing she could find 
something large enough to grab and threaten the beast with. He was staring 
her down as if she were some bird of prey. A shudder of revulsion shook the 
woman to her very bones. A dark thought entered her head. She drove it away. 
No, no, he couldn't ... No, that was impossible! 

"Down!" 

But the dog started walking toward her. His large bushy tail drooped down 
slightly while his head tilted up. 

"No!" Laura almost screamed, her voice low and hoarse. The woman was backing 
down. She felt the backs of her legs brush against the coffee table. The 
room seemed to swim in front of her eyes. Suddenly, she felt that cold damp 
nose on her ll calf and then again halfway up her thigh. She let out a 
moaning sound, slapping down at the animal. 

But Sport ducked back, his long ears flapping against the sides of his head. 
She had to get away, run from this large, handsome animal. Her heart was 
beating wildly. Sweat dampened her forehead and cheeks as she moved quickly 
around the sofa. The dog made muted growling noises in his throat, ran 
around the coffee table and stuck his nose up between Laura's legs. 

"Noooooo!" 

The woman stiffened, jerked back and slapped down at the setter again. She 
was terrified now. That dark thought had become reality. Laura was sure now 
Sport was after her, after her the way he'd be after a hot bitch in heat. 
He'd smelled her, actually smelled her! He'd picked up the scent of her 
steamy pussy and was pursuing her. 

Laura felt tears streaming down her cheeks. How could she have let something 
like this go so far? The woman was halfway down the hall when she heard that 
familiar padding sound on the hall floor. He was after her, directly behind 
her! The pursuit was like something from a nightmare. As hard as she tried 
to get away, the dog was always behind her, just a few inches from her 
throat, from her cunt! 

Laura screamed again, twisting around and trying to slap down at Sport a 
third time. She could feel his hot breath on the sensitive inner surfaces of 
her thighs as he caught up with her and swirled around her moving feet. She 
felt strangely giddy and weak. What was it about him that made her oh so 
weak? 

"No, get back, get back!" 

He was licking her still, lapping his tongue over the soft area behind each 
knee, wetting her with that wonderful long hot tongue. Wonderful? Laura 
jerked both hands to her face and covered it, burning with shame. How could 
she be thinking like this? It must be insanity taking over her mind. 

She moaned between her fingers, biting down hard on her lower lip until she 
could taste blood. Yes, she deserved to be punished for something as vile as 
she was feeling! 

"No, bad dog, ohhh, no, bad...." 

This was awful! She had to have another drink, something to blot out the 
sensations rising fast and furiously in her cunt. She wanted to scream, but 
feared the condition her neighbors would find her in when they rushed into 
the living room. When the dog's snout pushed hotly against her wet cuntal 
mound again the woman stiffened, realizing she had to get away from him if 
she were to keep some semblance of sanity. The sensation of the sheer wet 
nylon pressed up between the puffy lips of her cunt was too much for her to 
stand. 

"Stop it, oh, please, stop, stop," Laura whined. 

Why were her legs shaking so? Why couldn't she seem to catch her breath? Why 
was her mouth as dry as cotton? She was panting, actually panting like the 
dog swirling under her. Laura grasped frantically at the light fixture 
mounted on the wall. The animal butted her thighs farther apart with his 
head and started moving his tongue over her asscheeks. Laura felt the soft 
material of her panties quickly soaked with his saliva. She felt the 
roughness of the animal's tongue through it. And in spite of all her fine 
resolves, the woman couldn't fight down the pleasurable feelings she was 
feeling in her pussy. 

"This is awful!" she gasped out loud. 

But Laura knew her body was responding powerfully to the dog's caresses. She 
could smell herself now, smell the pungent cunt-juice that seemed to flood 
out of her hot little cunt-hole. 

"Please, no, Sport, no." 

That was stupid, talking to the animal as if he were an over-ardent suitor. 
But what else could she do? She had to get rid of this animal. What if 
Christina were to suddenly burst into the living room and find her mother 
like this? Where would all those fine lectures about morality go? She could 
imagine the horror ... no, no horror, only a smirk, just like all the other 
smirks Christina had flashed her lately when Laura began to speak about 
morality. 

"Oh, God, nooooooo!" 

She felt the dampened nylon of her crotch panel being stretched away from 
her body. She felt the rough surface of Sport's tongue graze one exposed 
cunt-lip. Laura gasped from the unbelievable ticklish sensation, shoving her 
hands down to cover her bare flesh. The dog began licking her fingers, 
nuzzling them eagerly while whining through his nose. 

This was wrong, wrong. Christina would have every reason now to sneer at her 
mother were she to see her in this state! It was foul, immoral. How could 
she actually become excited over this ... this dog? 

Turning suddenly, Laura gathered what little courage and strength she had 
left and raised one hand. Sport jumped back from the weak blow, his forelegs 
stretched out in front of him while his tail jerked from side to side. He 
barked twice playfully, his eyes watery, glazed, reflecting the powerful 
excitement racing through his body. This was some awful, terrible mistake. 
Surely she could rectify it without going any further with this beast. 

Then suddenly Sport moved in for the kill. There was the sudden, scalding 
pressure of his tongue as he bolted between her legs and went right for her 
cunt. That feeling of his snout brushing over her pussy-lips almost brought 
the woman to her knees. She felt the soaked nylon being shoved aside, 
stretched with the wetness of his spit. Sport growled low in his throat and 
braced his paws on the floor as he pressed up and in. 

Laura couldn't stand it. She closed her eyes and shot both arms out to 
steady herself. The dog growled low again. Her knees shook. One lick rubbed 
over her clit. Laura could taste something warm and salty in her mouth and 
knew she was drawing blood again from her lower lip. No, no, this was mad! 
She had tp get away, away! 

Desperately, she kicked at the lapping dog. Laura felt her toes pushing into 
the side of the panting animal. Sport barked with surprise, backing away and 
dropping his tail between his hindquarters. The growling took on a different 
edge now. There was a warning tone to it, a tone Laura quickly picked up. 

"Awful, awful," she repeated, moving behind an end table. She looked around 
the room. No, nothing had changed. That marine clock still ticked on the 
fireplace mantel. The portrait of her matron aunt still glared down icily 
from the wall at her. She had to stare at the familiar objects to reassure 
herself the world hadn't shot out of its orbit. The same, the same, 
everything's the same. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

That swelling ball of heat in her loins was getting worse. It was just the 
same feeling she had in the early days of her marriage when Brad mounted 
her, shoving his long fat dick between her pussylips. Ohhhh, how she'd 
welcomed him then, sucked his tongue into her mouth while spreading her 
thighs for his dick. How she never would have guessed the kind of animal he 
was. 

"A dog, a dog," Laura sobbed, covering her face again with both hands. She'd 
heard sick jokes about women who did this sort of thing. Old women who went 
down on their poodles. Rich bitches in Beverly Hills who jacked off their 
cockapoos or sucked doggie dicks. But this, this was real, it was happening 
to her! 

Sport pressed up harder. Laura felt her asscheeks tight against the corner. 
Somehow she'd moved back, not realizing where she was. Everything moved 
slowly, with dream-like intensity. If only she could snap herself from this 
spell. If only.... 

"Noooooo!" 

Laura couldn't pull away from the dog any more than she could fly to the 
moon. She couldn't make him stop. And yet a part of her didn't want him to. 
Gathering up some more strength, the woman slapped down, managing to free 
herself of that cornered position. She staggered awkwardly down the hall 
toward her room. Sport tried several times to stop her, to shove his nose up 
between her moving, running legs. But thank God he couldn't do it. If she 
could make it to her bedroom, even the bathroom, she could close the door to 
him, and block him out of her life! 

"Ohhhh!" 

Laura stumbled and fell, sliding across the highly polished wood of the 
hall. She was almost in the bathroom. She could smell the fresh, slightly 
perfumed odor of the soap. If only she could crawl the next few inches.... 

But the dog was around her, growling, warning her. He was licking her again, 
wetting her navel and the bottom of her rib cage. He seemed to be all over 
her. She felt chilled. Laura propped herself up on her elbows and watched 
with fear and confusion as the animal raped her with his tongue. Oh, how her 
pussy ached from the tension of lust she'd been feeling for the past few 
months. And now she was excited by this animal! 

Going to the dogs? Laura laughed wryly as she thought of that cliche. Yes, 
that's what exactly was happening to her. And for some reason, she didn't 
care all that much about it. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Laura reached back, feeling the bathroom door molding with one hand. She was 
close, close to escape. If only she could edge back, kick the dog away and 
roll into the protective bathroom. 

And just as suddenly, the other part of her mind took over, telling her not 
to worry, not to fight the delicious hot feeling washing over her body. The 
dog's mouth was pushed hard against her cunt. But did she have to think 
about it? Wasn't that wonderful slick rubbing sensation just one wet surface 
rubbing against another? Yes, yes, it was only that, not a dog, not an 
animal ravishing her hot little pussy! 

"Yes, yes, oh, yes," she hissed between her clenched teeth. 

The dog was all over her now. Voluntarily, willingly Laura pushed her legs 
farther apart, hunching up with tiny, jerking fucking motions to the animal. 
Sport growled happily, positioning himself between her knees. He started 
licking them tenderly. Oh, yes, yes, it was oh so wonderful! Laura closed 
her eyes and thought back to the years when she and Brad were happy. She had 
to say one thing for her ex-husband-he was one hell of a hot lover in the 
sack. She smiled, luxuriating in the hot wet tongue-bath the Irish setter 
was giving her, remembering how shocked she first was when Brad glued his 
mouth to her cunt and sucked. How she fought him, told him that was sick, 
perverted. And then how she'd beg him to do it later, remembering how 
delicious his tongue felt as it -rimmed her tense, pulsing cuntal muscles 
while his fingers played with her clit. 

"Oh, please ... don't, oh ... ohhhhhh!" 

The dog's tongue slid up higher along the insides of her thighs. Why was it 
so awfully devastating? It was just like all those wonderful, wicked 
thoughts during her junior high school days when she was tempted to touch 
herself to relieve that wonderful pressure. Her mother had been ready for 
that, punishing her so severely that time Laura had never been able to touch 
herself there again. 

"Yes, oh, God, yessssssss!" 

The woman rocked her thighs from side to side, bracing herself with both 
hands pushed slightly behind her prancing ass. Her heart pounded in her 
chest. The woman could feel her long hair splashing over her face. Oh, it 
was just like in those wonderful, terrible dreams she'd been having lately! 
All those men pursuing her, chasing her, their cocks sticking straight out 
from their muscular bodies. Laura had climaxed just before she had surfaced 
from one of those dreams. It was a strange feeling, that dream mixed with 
the gradual awakening of reality. It was something like she felt now, 
wrestling both with the dog and her conscience! 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" 

Laura sobbed and choked, rolling to one side. She clawed desperately at the 
floor. The sloppy nylon twisted and pulled into a tightly coiled rope that 
slipped to one side and exposed her swollen cunt-lips. The animal grunted 
with excitement and lunged at the glistening surfaces of her pussy that had 
been peeled open. Laura crawled up a few inches. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

The animal seemed wild, aroused more than ever. She'd never seen Sport like 
this. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long snout up and 
down against her wet pussy-folds. She could see that her hot fuck-oil was 
wetting down the fur around his muzzle. His black nostrils were wet with it. 
Yes, yes, how good it felt to have his tongue bathing her slit, washing 
sloppily over her cunt, petting her clit again and again. 

Laura spread her legs apart, tensing her assmuscles, actually feeding her 
pussy up to the growling setter. Her mind whirled about with the image of 
the dog crouching over her. She put a shaky hand down to her pussy-mound, 
felt how soaked it was, felt the dog's tongue lap hotly between them. It was 
a strange feeling, a sensation she both loved and loathed. 

"No, get away, no!" Laura screamed. Some shred of pride suddenly asserted 
itself. Fighting through the fog that had seduced her, the girl kicked back, 
driving the dog's head away from her soaked cunt. She felt her panties being 
pulled into a tangled twisted rope between her asscheeks. 

But Sport wasn't that easily put off. He pursued her partly into the 
bathroom, nipping her shivering flesh with his fangs. Laura was crawling 
into that small room, panting, wheezing, kicking back. She dragged herself 
forward on her belly. Her pussy was almost completely exposed now. Sport 
made one last move, pushing part of his muzzle into the slit of her cunt. 

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!" 

Laura kicked his head out of the bathroom, curled herself into a ball and 
rolled in. Screaming at the animal, the woman managed to shut the door with 
a loud slam and bolt it shut. She began panting heavily. The blonde stood up 
quickly, clinging desperately to the edge of the wash basin. There was a 
steady pulsing itch in her cunt. Her pussy-lips were red and hot while her 
clit burned like a tiny white star. 

"No, no, I won't touch myself," she whispered, her head hanging between her 
shoulder blades. "I won't, I won't," she sobbed unconvincingly. The pulse in 
her cunt got worse. Slowly, unconsciously at first, she rocked her hips from 
side to side. That subtle, wet friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbed 
against her aroused clit-tip made her suck in a lungful of air noisily. 

No, this wasn't the same as touching herself, as masturbating. How could it 
be since her hands were here, gripping the cold porcelain, slipping along 
the slick surface? She had both feet wide apart now. But the friction wasn't 
that good this way. She brought her legs closer together and rocked more 
quickly. 

"Huhhhhh ... ahhhhhhh!" 

It was good, too good for it to stop. Oh, how she wanted to stop this. 
Something about it struck the woman as wrong. 

"No, wrong, wrong," she muttered under her breath, clinging to the wash 
basin. A damp sweat broke out over her upper lip as her feet slipped 
slightly on the cold, tiled bathroom floor. The slick clicking sounds of her 
cuntal walls rubbing against one another mixed with Laura's moans. She 
didn't care if her daughter heard her cry out now. All she cared about was 
that awful, delicious fire burning in her cunt, licking up her thighs, 
radiating up to her tits and nipples. "Brad, Brad...." 

Damn! Even images of her ex-husband flashed through her tortured mind. Yes, 
there had been a time when she wanted him, when what he did to her the day 
before didn't matter. Oh, how she had scissored her legs around his back and 
had pounded her heels against his thighs while he had pistoned his dick 
harder and harder in her pussy! If only she could feel .that sensation now, 
any sensation in her pussy. If only she could muster the courage to reach 
and touch herself there, in that hidden, secret spot! 

"No!" 

Laura stiffened. No, she wouldn't stoop that low! Stoop low? Again the woman 
almost laughed. Outside she could hear Sport scratching frustratedly at the 
bathroom door, howling wildly when he heard her moaning. How could she think 
about stooping low when she'd let that animal touch her, had encouraged him 
to lick her pussy? No, even a Hollywood slut would be head and shoulders 
above her when it came down to that! 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" 

It was too good, oh so good. She couldn't stop! Oh, she couldn't check 
herself. She was crying now, her head tilted back, tears rolling down her 
cheeks. That dog, that damned dog doing this to her! But had he really done 
anything? Hadn't he just sniffed her out, finished what she herself had 
started? 

"Uh, oh, ohhhhh!" 

Laura had her thighs tight together, dipping and wiggling her ass. The 
weight of her plump asscheeks jiggling up and down added to the sensations 
rippling around her cunt. She was moving so fast, rivulets of sweat trickled 
out from under her arm. She felt a chilly hot dampness under each tit while 
a streak of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She was coming, 
actually coming without anything even touching her. 

"Come, come...." 

The woman was muttering senseless phrases, her head lolling from side to 
side while her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head. Laura was 
clutching the cold rim of that sink, feeling herself losing control. 
Repeating the word "come" over and over again added to the heat raking her 
pussy. That wonderful sound, that slick clicking of her cuntal folds and 
that dark pink squishy flesh rubbing and sliding cut through her mind like 
white lightning. 

"Come! Come!" 

The world blew apart in front of her. Bright yellowish flashes popping in 
front of her mingled with the roar in her ears. One hand was slipping down 
her belly, grabbing at the tight curly matting of her cuntal hair. She 
wanted to touch herself, stick her finger in her hot, drooling hole. Oh, how 
good something like that would feel, especially with that fire raging 
between her shaking legs. 

"No, I won't, I won't touch myself," she whispered in a loud hiss. 

Thrilling spasms of orgasm rocked her body. She swayed like a drunk, 
giggling with pleasure, sucking in lungfuls of air to feed her rocking body. 
Her knees slowly gave way and the woman sank, crying, sobbing and moaning to 
the bathroom floor. Somehow, as the firestorm raced through her pussy, Laura 
managed to keep her fingers from touching her squishy pussy. 

When she finally snapped out of the sexual spell she was under and opened 
her eyes, the woman found herself curled up under the bathroom sink. 

"Oh, oh, oh, my God, what have I done to myself ... what have I done," she 
whispered, shaking her head from side to side. How it throbbed! She had to 
fight down this afterglow, this comforting, warm sensation that had settled 
over her flesh. Snaking off the soaked panties from her legs, Laura skinned 
off her jersey and stepped into the shower, turning on the faucet and 
letting the warm water cascade over her body. 

Sudsing herself down, Laura examined her still-firm thighs, unblemished by 
the years. No stretch marks there, no baggy skin anywhere. She had the full 
figure of a ripe teenager, a gift from her ancestors. 

"Stupid," she muttered, closing her eyes and moving her face under the 
relaxing warm spray of the shower. She was over thirty. It was silly to feel 
the same thing she felt fifteen years ago. Laura knew she was far too old 
for such idiotic behavior. Something out of the ordinary had happened to 
her, something she'd never let happen again. Maybe if she had a little more 
vodka, maybe if she drank down the liquor a little faster she'd forget the 
scene she'd been a part of earlier. 

"Damned dog," she muttered, stepping from the tub and toweling herself down. 
Sport had given up some time ago and had trotted to his favorite resting 
corner behind the kitchen stove. As she slipped the sheer robe over her 
shoulders, Laura wondered whether she should walk to the kitchen, grab the 
nearest broom and shoo that mutt out of the house forever. 

Then she thought of her daughter. What would Christina say when she came 
home (late, oh God!) and found her favorite pet whining outside? How could 
she explain what had happened between her and that growling animal? 

Laura shook her head, flicking off the bathroom light and stealing quickly 
down the hall to her bedroom. She didn't want the dog to wake up, to follow 
her into her own room and pounce on her. 

"Thank God," she whispered, bolting the bedroom door shut behind her. Laura 
leaned heavily against it and closed her eyes, waiting for her breathing to 
return to normal. As she staggered to the bed wondering what obscene dreams 
would assail her tonight, the woman thought about sending the animal out to 
be destroyed. Sliding under the covers, Laura sighed and turned her head 
toward the clock. It was nearly midnight. She was worried sick about her 
daughter. 

But only two miles away, Christina was having fun at her own level. Unlike 
her mother the perky petite teenager had little of the sexual reticence that 
plagued Laura. That "supervised" party was still going strong, the parents 
of Tracey Smith running their fingers through their hair and wondering when 
the pounding disco music would finally stop. 

"Won't Tracey's parents come up and look around?" Christina asked, nervously 
biting her lower lip. She shot Jack Thompson a questioning look, stopping 
with her blouse hanging open. She was half-undressed, standing in front of 
her best friend's bed. This was the result of a night filled with whispered 
giggling about fucking, about men and women going to bed and doing "it." 
Christina and Tracey had talked about it all night, and especially about 
their mutual friend Trina Williams who was caught by her parents with her 
boyfriend fucking in bed. 

And during their conversation, Jack Thompson had stared mooney-eyed at 
Christina as he always did at school, smiling at her across the room, 
waiting for her to signal for him. 

"Go on, do it, use my bedroom. Tall me how it is," Tracey had finally said, 
blushing at her own words and hiding behind her hands. 

"With who?" Christina asked wide-eyed. She scanned the room. Then her eyes 
lighted on Jack Thompson and she felt her heart skip a beat. He acted silly 
around her. But he was so good-looking and the captain of the junior varsity 
football team. If she were to fuck someone, why not him. 

"Jack?" Tracey said loudly. Christina could have hit her right then and 
there. In a way, the girl wasn't ready for this. But when Jack obediently 
crossed the floor and found himself alone with Christina, (Tracey had left 
with a knowing wink at her friend), the girl found courage in her rising 
sexual heat and curiosity. 

"Naw, it's okay. They got their hands full downstairs," Jack said a little 
cockily. 

Christina looked strangely at him. His attitude had changed the moment they 
crossed the threshold of Tracey's small bedroom. He seemed more 
self-assured, almost arrogant now. "The door's locked, and Tracey told me 
anyway no one comes in without knocking." 

"They might wonder where we...." 

"Shit," Jack said, shaking his head. "They're goin' crazy with all that 
noise downstairs. I think they're spending more time worrying about who 
spiked the punch with gin instead of who's fuckin' with who upstairs," Jack 
said, a wide grin crossing his face. 

Christina wasn't all that sure she was going to let Jack actually fuck her. 
They'd talked a little, then got up and slipped away unnoticed from the 
crowd of friends. Nothing really had been said about fucking. But she was 
standing there with her blouse opened, revealing the white cups of her bra. 
Jack slipped off his shirt and exposed his smooth broad-muscled chest. 
Christina took a deep breath and shrugged off her garment, watching it float 
to the ground. 

"I hope you're right," Christina said, her voice shaking a little. What 
should she do now? She stood uneasily by the bed, running one finger back 
and forth over the narrow bra strap. 

"I wanna see those tits," Jack muttered, unhooking his belt and pulling open 
his pants. He sensed the hesitation in the girl. 

The suddenness of those crude words shocked Christina. She stood there 
motionless, staring blankly at him. Tits? Before, he'd been afraid to 
mention her name in public. Now he was talking about tits? She reddened, 
dropping her eyes to the floor. 

Jack grew impatient and walked up to her, resting his hands gently on her 
small shoulders, then smoothing, down her upper arms. Christina felt her 
body warming, turning hot and buzzy while that itchy ache she'd felt so 
often before became more intense, concentrated. She tilted her head up and 
gazed into his bright blue eyes, feeling herself swimming in them while the 
world around her slowly dropped away. "Oh, Jack, I...." 

Christina couldn't finish the sentence. Her vocal cords were paralyzed as a 
shock of pre-orgasmic spasms rippled through her pussy. The girl felt 
ashamed to be feeling this in front of a man. Then she laughed to herself, 
wondering where she should feel it then! 

"Don't talk," he whispered, running his fingers over her sides, then down to 
her bra strap. At the same time he drew her close to him. Christina's heart 
was beating fast, as fast as a trip-hammer. She was having a hard time 
breathing. Her chest was as tight as her throat while a thin coating of 
sweat wet her body. Christina moved from side to side, rubbing her crotch 
against the bulge in his Levi's. She heard him moaning several times softly 
in the soft curls of her blonde hair. What was he going to do to her? All 
sorts of wild things crossed her mind. She'd heard Tracey talk about some 
men who liked eating cunts. Would he do that, put his mouth on her pussy and 
suck? The thought of it filled Christina with lust. 

They were moving back. She felt the edge of the bed touch the backs of her 
legs. Everything was spinning dizzyingly around her. Then suddenly Christina 
was aware she was on her back with Jack on top of her, his body squirming 
like a snake's. He had her arms drawn high over her head, his fingers 
clamped tightly on her wrists, pushing them down into the soft folds of the 
coverlet while his knees forced hers apart. 

"No, don't ... hurt me," she stammered, looking away from Jack's flushed 
face. 

"Just a little at first. Then it's gonna be fine," he whispered. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Ohhhhhh," Christina gasped, surprised. Jack had managed to unzip her jean 
shorts, sliding his finger down to her cuntal slit. He was rubbing a puffy 
cunt-lip, enjoying her surprised reaction. The teenager even tried to squirm 
away. But Jack's muscular weight and his position prevented anything like 
that from happening. She could feel more of her slick cuntal juice frothing 
out, wetting down her panties. Jack's growing insistence was frightening 
her. Her body's reaction to it was frightening her. Christina was sorry 
she'd ever started this. 

"Ohh, yeah, you're nice and hot and fine," he muttered, kissing her eyes, 
ears and throat. 

Christina felt herself wallowing in delicious lust, twisting under his hard 
body. Jack was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, moving his fingers 
under her elastic bra strap, fumbling with the snap. Then the girl felt 
those hard cups sliding away. He was undressing her, taking off her bra! For 
a second Christina tried to fight back, feeling a flush of immodesty. Then 
Jack was licking her nipples, molding her huge tits with his fingers while 
sucking at the tips with his mouth. He was hurried, a little awkward with 
his love making. Maybe all men were like that. Christina didn't know. Her 
mother never said too much about this, always turning red and changing the 
subject whenever she wanted to talk about fucking. 

"Chris, Chris," he muttered, his hip bones bumping against hers. There were 
some unsnapping sounds followed by the sensation of material sliding over 
her legs. Then Christina felt something very hot, very hard and very slick 
sliding up and down her lower belly. His cock! Oh, he'd undressed 
completely, kicking off his Levi's. How was she supposed to act? What did he 
want her to do? 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!" 

Then Jack's teeth nippled at her half-inch-long nipple. Christina then 
forgot everything except wanting him to bite her all over. With her 
fingernails digging at the back of his neck, she guided his face over her 
tits. He was licking at them, moving his fingers like spiders up and down 
her body while sucking hard. He sucked one tip first, making wet slurping 
sounds, then moved to the other. The blonde teen was going wild, squirming 
her asscheeks over the soft mattress, laughing softly as she heard the 
squeaking and moaning of those springs. What would Tracey think if she were 
to see her in action moving across that bed, if she could see Jack's firm 
ass pumping up and down, sliding his dick over her belly? 

Then Jack rolled back, resting his firm ass on the heels of his feet while 
he stared down at the half-naked girl. Christina's shorts were opened all 
the way. Tufts of her blonde cuntal curls peeked over the edges of her 
opened fly. Her panties had already been worked down to the leg band of her 
shorts. If he'd only touch her there and relieve some of the pressure that 
had been building up for the past few minutes! 

"Beautiful!" he whispered, moving his fingers up and down her thighs. He was 
sliding them so close, oh so close to her pussy! 

Christina opened her eyes and saw the stiff black curls near the base of his 
fat cock-shaft. Her mouth opened wide. It was the first time she'd ever seen 
a man's dick. And Jack's seemed so big, so long, so thick! It had to be at 
least seven inches long. How could something like that fit into her little 
tight pussy? Christina had read about how eleastic a woman's cunt was, about 
how it could take dicks as big as twelve inches! 

That had seemed impossible. She couldn't believe something as absurd as 
that. And now lying prone on that double bed with Jack above her stroking 
his fat dick, she wondered if she'd be able to take his cock without 
screaming down the walls for help. 

"Go ahead, touch it, Christ," Jack said. 

The girl shivered, drawing her hand up, then letting it fall back down. The 
young man smiled weakly, taking her hand in his and pulling it back up to 
his dick. Christina was surprised at the way his dick felt. Thrills shot up 
and down her body as she curled her fingers around his cock. The outer skin 
was so hot. And how strange it felt as it moved easily over that inner 
hardness. And up toward the end the head was entirely different. The head 
flared out and was spongy when she pushed her thumbnail into it. Jack 
grunted, twisting his hips when she teased his prick-tip. 

"Come on, Christ. I'm gonna freak you out with that mother." 

Christina groaned, wondering just what was going to happen. 

Jack reached down and slipped off her shorts, then curled his fingers around 
the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged down. Raising her hips to 
help him, Chrstina felt an odd rush of desire as she was completely stripped 
naked. 

In an instant Jack was back, kissing her neck, her shoulders, pushing her 
back onto the bed. Christina let him do whatever he wanted. Her mind 
whirled. His dick was moving up and down her slit. Was he going to fuck her, 
actually penetrate her cunt? The word sent shivers up and down her spine. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Christina moaned. It felt so good, so shamelessly good. He was 
smoothing his hands down the sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped 
in, tracing the swell of her boyish hips. Christina could feel his cock-head 
pushing up between her cunt-lips. The new sensation was shockingly good. The 
young teen closed her eyes tightly, sucking her bottom lip under her teeth 
and rolling her ass up to increase the friction of her juicy cuntlips 
against Jack's dick. 

"Yeah, fuckin' good, Chris, fuckin' good," Jack mumbled. 

Christina knew her soaked pussy membranes were wetting him down, too. 
Another shocking thrill ripped through her mind. The slick tip of his cock 
was gliding up and down her soft cuntal mound. Christina shuddered with fear 
and excitement. Why was it so exciting to know that his stiff cock was so 
close to her cherry? But it was exciting, terribly exciting! How could she 
let him do this, fuck her? Tracey and her mother had separately told her 
about the pain during the first fuck. There'd be blood, too. No, no, she 
didn't want that. It was all fine and good for the man who shot off while 
the girl was writhing in pain and humiliation under him. 

"Easy," Jack said. "I ain't gonna hurt you too much." 

Too much? Frantically, the girl tried to squirm out from under the athlete 
again. But it was futile. His dick gouged steadily at her and he clutched 
her thin body up against him, trapping her small wrist between their sweaty 
bellies. 

"Please, stop, stop," Christina begged. 

"Chris!" he cried. His open mouth was wet and trembling as he kissed her 
throat again. The girl felt her chin wettened. She tried to turn her face 
from him, but Jack turned her head back, catching it with both hands, 
smothering her protests with a wet kiss. Christina whimpered hotly into his 
mouth while his tongue pierced through her clamped lips and down into her 
throat. 

"No, no, uhhhhhh!" Christina cried. Her nostrils flared in fear and 
confusion as the young man fucked his hips against her. He was trying to 
slide down, trying to change the angle of his cock against her cunt. 
Christina knew why. She jerked her hands free and flailed at his chest with 
her small fists, driving her heels against the backs of his legs. He was 
stretching her pussy-lips, shoving down and forward hard. 

"Damn you ... oh, God, please, stop it, Jack, please...." 

"Chris, it feels good, I mean, real good, man, you're somethin' else!" he 
muttered. 

She couldn't hurt him. He had her pinned to the bed helpless. She couldn't 
even get her hands down to hurt him, to make him stop trying to fuck her. A 
sob choked her. Why had she let it go so far? Why had she and Tracey joked 
about something as serious as this? Surely now the young woman found nothing 
so funny to laugh about. He was going to pop her cherry, drive his dick into 
her cunt, maybe even knock her up. Pregnant! The thought terrified her. What 
would her mother do if something like that were to happen? Laura had told 
her daughter several times she'd pitch her out of the house if she messed 
around with men before she was twenty-one. But how serious was she? 

The steady sleek friction against her cunt-lips brought her back to the 
present situation. It was doing something odd to her now. Something was 
happening to her body, something that was more consuming, more turbulent 
than the girl had ever experienced before. The words climax and orgasm had 
only been things to giggle about, maybe dream about when she fingered her 
pussy late at night alone in her narrow bed. But now she could feel a chilly 
fever raging in her pussy. She was experiencing what more mature women had 
all the time with ... with their husbands? Had her mother felt the same 
thing with her father? The thought made her blush. Thinking about her own 
mother twisting and bucking like this was terrible! 

The building tension seemed to invade every nerve ending of her body. 
Christina could hardly breathe. The muscles in her calves and buttocks ached 
while he struggled under the weight of Jack's twisting body. And his 
spearing dick was making it more and more intense. The young woman let out 
another gasp. 

"Yeah, yeah," Jack panted. 

Whenever the athlete tried to push against the soft hollow at her cuntal 
mouth, Christina tilted her mound so he'd slide up along her cuntal slit. 
That way his fat dick-head slid over the girl's clit, exciting it further, 
making her buck hard against his body. The room spun around and grew blurry 
while her eyes rolled back into her head. She was sooooo close to coming. 

Then suddenly Jack stopped. His breath caught while his body stiffened, then 
trembled mightily above her. Christina shook her head violently back and 
forth, clearing her vision. His face was pinched as if he were experiencing 
some pain. Christina wondered what was going on, then realized he was close 
to coming, too. Jack was fighting down his orgasm, telling her between 
clenched teeth not to move while he struggled with his about-to-burst cock. 

"Yeah, yeah," he finally whispered. "I'm not gonna blow my wad now, baby. 
I'm not gonna come 'til I'm inside your pussy." 

His words frightened and excited her. She gasped loudly, wiggling her narrow 
ass to feel his cock rubbing against her clit again. 

"Okay." 

That was all he said. Christina had an idea what he was referring to and 
sucked in a lungful of air. Holding it, she waited for the initial fucking 
thrust. 

When it happened, Christina was surprised. She expected the walls to crash 
down, to feel some awful pain, some terrible sense of shame to wash over 
her. But instead it was a delicious ticklish sensation as her cunt-lips 
unstuck and peeled back, stretching around the fat neck of Jack's fucking 
dick. She shivered on the bed, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress 
while her slick cuntal folds stretched apart and made room for his sinking 
cock-shaft. 

Jack was kissing her tits, sliding down deeper into her body, splitting her 
apart. She was dizzy, half-crazy with what was happening to her. She wanted 
to say something. But her mouth was dry. She licked her lips and Jack moved 
up to kiss her. His cock gouged slickly down her cuntal hole. The young 
woman cried out desperately, hooking her arms around him and whimpering. 

"Uhhhhh!" he groaned, feeling his cock-head pushing against something. Her 
cherry! Christina blinked her eyes open, pleading with him not to break it. 
Oh, he could come this way. They could both enjoy doing this without 
breaking her cherry. 

But Jack said nothing. Instead, he took a deep breath and held it, tensing 
his muscles and lunging forward quickly. He fucked her all the way. The 
young woman felt his dick spear through her cherry, splitting her bleeding 
membrane in two. 

"Ahhhhh!" 

Christina didn't want to scream, didn't want to arouse the whole party. She 
could imagine all her friends rushing into the bedroom over Tracey's wild 
protests, kicking the door open and finding her prone on the bed with Jack 
draped over her. What would her friends' parents say? She'd be the laughing 
stock of the school, of the neighborhood. And her mother.... 

These thoughts were interrupted by her own rushing lust that quickly masked 
the pain with waves of pleasure. 

"Yesssss, oh, yesssss," she whispered. She wiggled her slim ass, loving the 
sensation of being impaled, of being split wide open by this dick. The girl 
was completely blown away by the way her velvety cuntal walls were being 
stretched apart for Jack's pistoning cock. 

"It's unreal, baby. I been watchin' you all through school. You don't know 
how bad I wanted to do this," Jack gasped. 

Christina looked up at his handsome face now red and sweat-streaked with the 
effort of fucking. There wasn't any of that embarrassment, of that 
hesitation she'd seen in it earlier. He was confident, sure, all man fucking 
her now. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she murmured. How deliciously evil it was to 
pronounce that word, to beg for something she was both frightened of and 
desired. Christina felt tender and soft and weak. Slowly, however, she was 
learning how her body could move to excite both Jack and herself. When she 
arched her back and tilted her cuntal mound down, Jack's dick gouged against 
her pussy-walls. He grunted with pleasure, arching his back and moving his 
thighs in a counter movement. Sliding his fingers down, he moved them over 
her thighs to her plump asscheeks. Christina countered by rolling her hips, 
squirming against his cupping, massaging fingers. He was all the way in her 
now, his balls rubbing against the bottom junction of her pussy-lips. She 
cried and bit at his lips, babbling something incoherent. 

"Baby, I'm fuckin' you good, fuckin' you good," he said, his words turning 
into moans while the blonde teen snaked her legs over his back. She could 
still wiggle and tilt her hips, bucking them up from the bed. Christina bit 
her lip and concentrated on controlling her pussy-muscles. She'd never 
thought of doing something weird like that. But an instinctive knowledge 
told her if she did, she'd increase both their pleasures immensely. 

"Oh, wow! Shit, how do you do that, Chris?" Jack asked, his eyes widening 
with surprise and pleasure. 

"Does it feel good for you?" she asked, barely able to talk. 

"Yeah, yeah," he gasped. 

Jack pulled back. His cock was almost all the way out of her pussy. 
Christina shivered, feeling her cuntal walls shrink back to their original 
size, collapsing right behind his retreating dick. That sensation was one of 
the best she'd ever felt! Mustering up some courage, the girl tightened on 
his retreating dick with all her might. Jack's face went slack and white and 
he closed his eyes. 

"Ohhhh man, you keep doin' that and I'm going to pop off inside right now," 
he hissed. 

Christina fought with herself, trying to keep her body still. After some 
time she went back to her teasing, working her ass around and making her 
velvety cuntal walls caress and milk at his sensitive cock. 

That teasing friction got to Jack fast. He started rubbing his chest against 
her tits, then began sliding his cock back in once again. She felt his hips 
grating against hers, also feeling his dick-root pressing against her 
flattened pussy-lips. The girl felt helpless, small, and yet in a strange 
way in control. She touched Jack's hunching ass and felt him suck in air and 
start to move differently while she stroked him there. He was so 
hard-muscled and eager in his fucking. 

"Yeah, yeah, soon, honey, soon, Chris," he bellowed. 

What? Already? But wasn't she close, too? Christina was drooling, her face 
pushed to one side while Jack kissed her neck. Every touch of his lips 
created new flames licking at her clit. It was so great to fuck. What was 
the big deal? Why had others, even her mother, warned her against it? The 
heavens hadn't come down and struck her head. All that was stuff and 
nonsense. The only thing that was real and mattered was what they were doing 
right here on Tracey's bed. 

Again Jack started to drag his cock out of her cunt. Christina felt her 
cunt-flaps being pulled along with it. She felt her pussy-walls clasping 
around the swollen tip of his dick. Then just with is cock-head touching her 
outer cunt-lips, the big man shoved in again. Once more her cunt was 
stuffed. The girl squirmed like a wild woman. Christina held her breath and 
thrashed her ass around wildly. 

"Uh, uh, uh!" Christina cried with each downward thrust. Her plump ass 
quivered. Her clit burned with the tickle of his pubic hair touching it. She 
dug her heels against his body and shut her eyes. 

"I'm gonna come," Jack muttered. "No, no," Christina protested. How strange! 
She hadn't necessarily wanted this to happen. And now that it had, the girl 
wanted it to keep on. The teenager wondered if all women were like this. 
Even her mother, was she ... But why think about that? Now she concentrated 
on Jack and all the great things he was doing to her body. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Slow down ... please, slow ... down," Christina begged. Her ass was off the 
bed, moving around in frantic little circles while her feet pressed down 
hard against the bed for leverage. 

"Can't, baby, can't," Jack cried back. He was fucking her faster and faster. 
It had been the touch of her fingers on his ass that had done it. The young 
woman realized instinctively she couldn't stop him. He kissed her roughly, 
peeling her lips back over her teeth. He was hurting her, brutalizing her, 
taking her like a wild animal caught in a trap. 

Her cunt throbbed like an open wound. The flesh around her clit glowed as 
more floods of juice oozed out of her hole to soothe the friction of their 
fucking flesh. Christina shut her eyes tightly and fucked for all she was 
worth. The bed was squeaking and groaning. She wondered if anyone passing 
the locked bedroom door heading for the upstairs bathroom could hear them. 
Surely their mutual hard breathing, their moans, their cries for fucking 
would be heard through the door. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" 

A flash of sexual fire shot through the girl's pussy. Christina's ass 
bounced on the mattress, then thrust up hard against Jack's savage fucking. 
She could feel his balls rolling forward and slapping against the bottom of 
her swollen, soft cuntal mound. Oh, how good fucking was! Christina was 
going crazy. She loved the brutal stabbing sensation that made her tighten 
her pussy-muscles. She felt that powerful ring around her cunt cinch down 
around the base of Jack's prick just as his fucking became the most wild. 

"Shit!" he cried. The young man stiffened, squirming helplessly on top of 
her. His face was red and pinched as if someone had speared him in the back. 
With her muscles so tight, Christina could feel the steady pulsing of his 
cock-shaft while his body tried to shoot out the boiling cum churning in his 
balls. 

"Can't help it, can't ... help ... it," Christina stammered. 

That was a lie. The blonde teen wanted to prolong this wonderful fucking 
spree for as long as she could. Oh, how deliciously good it was to feel that 
hard, hot, sweaty body on top of hers. She knew she'd strangled his dick 
just when he was about to shoot off. The power she felt now, the sensation 
of his dick jerking and squirming in her tightened cuntal slit was a new 
high to the young woman. 

"Christ, Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Jack cried. 

Christina moaned back, dancing her ass around wildly in the air. It was 
almost hurting her to hold him for very long. But now she was starting to 
come. She could feel a hot, rushing sensation that drove her up the wall. 

"Ohhhhhh, nooooooo!" Christina cried, feeling as if she were falling into a 
deep black hole. She flailed the air with her feet, digging her nails 
against his broad hunching back. 

"Shit, now, baby, nowwwwww!" Jack shouted, rocking his body back and forth. 

Christina released the tension of her cuntal muscles, feeling her pussy 
soften around Jack's cock. He grunted and lunged like a wild man. It felt so 
good to feel him stabbing his cock in her so deep and so quickly. The 
resulting friction made her thrash frantically. She bit his neck hard and 
rubbed her tight little cunt against him in a final fury. The two of them 
bucked together, rolling half on their sides, then rolling back again. The 
girl felt as if she were drifting far away. She smelled their mutual sweat, 
tasted the spit drying on her lips. Her neck was raw from the constant rub 
of his whiskers. He was shaking, trembling on top of her while spurts of his 
white-hot jizz scored the pulsing walls of her cunt. It felt so wet and hot 
and squishy down there between her shivering white legs. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Christina hissed between her teeth, rolling her head 
from side to side. The powerful, almost painful contractions were dying away 
now. She moved her ass up and down slowly, massaging her tender, aching 
pussy-muscles against the young man's softening dick. She was filled with 
cum, Jack's cum. She'd done it, actually done it. What would Tracey say when 
she told her what had happened on her bed? 

"I'd better get off," Jack said after several minutes had passed. Pulling 
his head up, he glanced at the bedroom clock and saw nearly a half-hour had 
passed since he and Christina sneaked away from the party below. Surely 
someone had noticed them missing. He didn't want anyone to find the two of 
them upstairs like this together. 

Christina was thinking the same thing and she sighed with relief when the 
young man drew his dick from her pussy and rolled over on his back. Feeling 
strangely empty now, Christina fought through the comforting warm feeling 
that had set tied over her flesh and sat up. She sat up and peered down at 
her pussy. "Wow, I'm a mess!" 

There was some blood smeared on the insides of both her thighs. 

"Here, wipe up," Jack said, flashing her a broad smile and tossing her a 
clean handkerchief. What would her friends say who were so high and mighty 
because they'd gone "all the way" with their boyfriends? Did they feel the 
same things she did while fucking with Jack? Christina doubted it. They 
giggled about what they'd done. She couldn't do that about fucking. It was 
so powerful, so overwhelming, all she could do was sink down in reverence. 

Shaking herself free of these thoughts the young woman cleaned up as best 
she could, standing up and slipping her shorts up her long legs. Jack was 
acting cocky, almost swaggering around the room as he dressed. Christina 
frowned, feeling a bit like she'd been used rather than enjoyed. 

"Come on, let's get downstairs," Jack mumbled. "Then later maybe we'll get 
it on again." 

"Maybe I won't be in the mood," she said, looking down. 

Jack laughed. "The way you went for my cock, you'll be in the mood." 

Christina flushed beet red. She knew he was right. All she could think of 
now was that former pulsing itchy ache in her pussy. The young woman 
instinctively knew it would come back later, maybe even stronger. Now there 
wouldn't be the fear of pain and bleeding. All that was over. 

"Hurry up," Jack said, zipping up his trousers and waiting by the doorway 
impatiently. 

Christina slid off the bed, buttoned her blouse and slipped her shorts up 
quickly, hoping none of the girls downstairs noticed anything was wrong. Did 
a girl have an expression that told everyone she'd been fucked? No, that was 
silly! 

"And don't think this is going to happen every time," Christina said, 
keeping her eyes straight ahead as she marched out of the bedroom. She'd 
have to tell Tracey to change that bedspread before her mother got to see 
it. 

"Yeah, sure," Jack said under his breath, patting her asscheeks as she 
passed by. Christina wanted to say something nasty but could only smile as 
she felt his fingers slap her ass, then caress her firm rounded cheeks. 

Several hours later, the young woman found herself standing in the darkened 
living room of her home. She held the key ring in one hand, having closed 
and locked the door behind her. It was awfully quiet. Only the steady 
ticking of the large clock broke the heavy silence. Christina had expected 
her mother to be waiting up, sitting tense in one of the living room chairs, 
her robe wrapped tightly about her as if for protection, her eyes red with 
sleeplessness and anger. But instead the young woman heard nothing. She 
sighed with relief, hoping she could avoid a scene tomorrow morning. Her 
mother had been on her case lately, putting down all the things she found 
were fun. What would her puritan mother say if she were to guess what had 
been happening to her at the party? She laughed softly, then moved from the 
doorway. 

Christina walked down the hall, passing her mother's closed door on tiptoe. 
Though she and Laura had been having their difficulties lately, Christina 
still held her mother in awe. After all, the woman had managed to hold the 
family together, had managed to pay the bills and manage all the complicated 
financial affairs. She had no brothers or sisters to lend a hand. This 
Christina knew and respected, even if she questioned some of her mother's 
actions when it came to moral issues. 

"Oh! Oh, it's you, Sport," Christina whispered, feeling something warm and 
furry against her leg. It was their pet Irish setter. He'd been lying in 
front of Laura's door, sleeping lightly, waiting for the chance to enter. 

Christina gave him another friendly pat, then rose and moved to her room. 
She thought it was strange the animal would be near Laura considering her 
mother had never particularly liked animals, especially that one. But her 
head was too filled with thoughts of Jack and his wonderful cock. 

Slipping off her blouse and shorts, the young woman climbed into her small 
bed, too hot and restless to slip the coverlet over her naked slender body. 

"Jack," she whispered, trailing her fingertips over her stiffening nipples. 
Closing her eyes and whispering his name over and over, the girl could 
almost feel his hands working over her flesh, kneading her asscheeks, 
smoothing over her thighs while his cock slipped back and forth over her 
lower belly. She tensed her thigh muscles, working her tiny ass back and 
forth over the sheets while rubbing the backs of her legs over the silken 
material. How hot and wet she was getting down there! Her breathing became 
shallow, raspy. For a second, Christina thought her mother would hear. She 
opened her eyes and looked at the opened door. She should have shut it! 

But really, her mother was probably asleep, having another of her puritan 
dreams. And besides, Laura's bedroom door was closed. Christina doubted her 
mother could hear her telltale breathing even if she were awake. 

Reassured, the blonde teen went back to her fantasizing, remembering how 
deliciously hot it was when Jack's dick-head was probing at her cuntal 
mouth. Shoving down two fingers, the girl pre-" tended they were his cock. 

"Ohhhh!" Christina cried in a shivery moan. Her knees jerked up, then 
flopped back down while her cuntal muscles spasmed. She felt her moist pussy 
membranes snap shut on her probing fingers. Oh, how she wished Jack were 
here, pinning her down with his muscular legs, fucking her until she 
couldn't think any more. 

In a second, her thoughts were interrupted by a slight shuffling sound. 
Christina dropped her hands from her pussy immedately and bolted up. Did her 
mother hear? Was she watching her from the doorway? A cold sweat broke out 
on her face and back. Slitting her eyes, Christina peered into the 
thickening darkness. Something was moving, moving into her bedroom slowly. 

Christina felt a scream rising in her throat. Then she relaxed, nearly 
laughing at her own terror. It wasn't a ghost. It was only Sport, trotting 
into the tiny room to see what was happening. 

"Silly dog. Go outside, go outside and back into the kitchen," Christina 
said, reaching down and scratching him playfully behind the ears. 

But this time the animal wasn't listening to her. He licked at her fingers, 
then suddenly jumped onto the bed, standing between her legs. 

Christina was surprised, pressing her fists into the mattress and scooting 
back. She stared openmouthed at the approaching animal, wondering what on 
earth was going on? He was sniffing the air, moving toward her, growling 
strangely deep in his throat. In an instant, Christina realized he was 
sniffing her cunt, smelling the pungent cunt-juice that was flowing freely 
from her slit. 

"Sport, what's gotten into you ... uhhohhh!" 

The animal had dropped his head and pushed forward, swiping his tongue 
across the bottoms of her asscheeks. She jerked to one side, trying to slide 
off the bed. Fear shot through the young woman. The dog had somehow gone 
crazy. He was going to attack her, do terrible things to her. 

Christina tried to shout, but found her vocal cords were paralyzed. If only 
she could get off the bed, run down the hall, pound on her mother's bedroom 
door with her fists. 

"No, noooooo!" the blonde teen was finally able to cry out. 

The dog was nosing around her, sniffing at her hairy little pussy, licking 
at her inner thighs. Christina wiggled her ass back and forth jerkily, 
hunching up, pushing her clenched fists against her thighs while staring in 
horror at what was going on between her legs. A dog was eating out her cunt. 
And what was worse she was enjoying, or starting to enjoy that hot, silky 
smooth feeling washing up against her cunt-lips. 

"No, wrong, wrong!" Christina cried, somehow managing to push Sport back. 
The girl found herself on her hands and knees on the carpeted bedroom floor, 
crawling and whimpering through her nose. Oh, why hadn't she slipped on. her 
pajamas and gone right to sleep? But there wasn't time now to think about 
that. She felt the strong legs on her back, the underside of his furry body 
pumping against her ass. Then something hot and slick gouged at her pussy. 
The horror of what had almost happened brought Christina to her feet. He was 
trying to fuck her. 

"Go back, go back!" Christina cried, staggering backward. She banged into 
the dresser, sending several of her knickknacks spinning off onto the floor. 
Her mother! What would her mother say if she were to walk in? No, no, she 
had to run away from here, run to the bathroom. 

But the dog had guessed her move and had trotted to the doorway, turning 
around and growling at her. Christina stopped short in her tracks, her hands 
crisscrossed at her throat. This was a dream, a terrible, terrible nightmare 
she was bound to awaken from in minutes-she hoped. 

Christina backed away, shaking her head slowly from side to side, moaning 
low. She could see Sport's eyes glowing in the darkness, hear his 
increasingly low throaty growl. 

"Oh!" Christina cried, falling back on the bed. It was the move Sport had 
been waiting for. With a yelp, the animal jumped onto the bed, lowering his 
head and slipping his muzzle deep into her cunt. 

The sudden penetration of her pussy brought out a fiery shiver that spread 
over her flesh. Christina cried out, then clamped one hand over her mouth. 
She couldn't scream, couldn't moan too loudly. Not now! 

Weakly, she tried to move up higher on the bed. 

But it was futile. Christina choked trying to get air back in her lungs. 
Sport was making funny noises as he stretched out her cunt-lips and lapped 
at the hot juice that was flowing out of her hot pussy. 

The blonde teenager knew she wasn't dreaming, knew this was a strange piece 
of reality she was in. It felt so crazy, so wild that this was happening to 
her. The young woman touched Sport's long floppy ears. His muzzle and opened 
mouth slid in and out of her hole. The fury of his oral fucking brought 
another shuddering groan from her throat. She was finally getting her breath 
back. But she was so hot and so weak. It was impossible to fight off the 
animal even if she wanted to. 

"No, nooo...." 

Her voice was only a hoarse whisper now. Good! At least she didn't have to 
worry about her mother coming into the bedroom. Sport didn't make the 
slightest move that showed he was about to obey her. Something had turned 
him into this sexual fury, something that had countered all those weeks she 
and the dog went through in obedience school. 

Christina finally closed her thighs, clamping the dog's paws between them. 
Sport growled in response, closing his jaws down on the tender flesh of her 
thighs. Christina felt his fangs sinking deeper while his eyes rolled up and 
watched her reaction. 

This show of his strength and intelligence made, the woman dizzy. He was 
actually forcing her to do, what he wanted her to do. The Irish setter knew 
what he wanted and was using his weapons to make her give in. 

When the pain became too sharp, Christina opened her thighs to him again. He 
let out a small yip and wiggled his nose deeper into her cuntal cleft. The 
rough wetness of his snout excited her clit. Ohhh, and how good it was when 
he drove his tongue around her hard clit. In a moment, Christina lost the 
will even to try and tuck her ass under and away from him. She lay on the 
cool bed, arms out as if she were ready to be crucified. She spread her legs 
wider apart while the animal rested on his belly, growling between her 
shivering thighs, eating lustily. 

Once again, the sudden fear that her mother might awake knifed through her. 
But above it all was the hungry animal lapped at her spit-flecked thighs. 
She raised her knees a little, almost feeling like a dog herself. She could 
only moan now. The sounds of Sport's tongue stroking her steamy cunt were 
enough. Christina realized she was clenching the wrinkled top sheet, tearing 
at the material while working her ass over the mattress. Sport was growing 
wilder by the second. Without warning he started licking her tits and belly, 
too. It was awful, all-consuming! She was starting to feel that hot 
tightness that came just before climax. The muscles in her ass cramped with 
tension while the girl gave him all her cunt to eat. Oh, oh, it was awful, 
terrible! How could she possibly do this terrible thing! "Unnghhhhohhhhh!" 

Christina rolled her head to one side, screaming into the pillow as she 
came. She spasmed around the bed while Sport kept lapping at her exploding 
clit. When she was through, she found herself curled into a fetal position, 
the dog wedged strongly between her thighs. 

"God in heaven," she whispered, finally finding the courage to kick the dog 
away, shove him out the door and bolt it. What on earth had happened here? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Mother, nothing happened!" 

Christina was sitting at the dining room table that next morning. She wiped 
the white ring of milk from her upper lip, staring down at the half-finished 
plate of French toast. Laura had said nothing for the first few minutes, 
staring hotly at her daughter, then turning away when Christina met her 
gaze. There was something defiant about the girl now, something unsettling 
that made Laura tremble. Finally she sat opposite her daughter, holding a 
coffee cup in both hands. She was going to have it out here and now. Laura 
couldn't have her daughter running all over town at all hours of the 
morning. A tramp? No, no daughter of hers would wear that title! 

"It doesn't matter whether something happened or not. You disobeyed me. You 
told me, Christina, that you'd be home early. Three o'clock in the morning 
isn't early!" Laura set the cup down with a clatter, her lower Up trembling. 
How she hated talking to her daughter this way! If there were only some 
other kind of dialogue she could have with Christina. Laura leaned back in 
the chair, shoving the cup away from her. She could feel Christina tensing, 
instinctively knowing some edict was about to be issued. 

"Aw, mom, all the kids were there. Their parents didn't seem to mind if the 
party went on," Christina said, her voice losing some of the earlier 
defiance. She was still a child, a young girl who hadn't yet found her 
station in life. She bowed before her mother's iron will, resenting every it 
but powerless against it. 

"I don't care about other parents. No more parties for you for the next 
month," Laura said, tapping her long fingernails against the saucer. Her 
lips were compressed tightly while her skin drew more tightly over her 
cheekbones. Laura hated this, hated every second, of it. But it was the only 
way she knew of to deal with her daughter. 

"Mom!" 

Christina was shocked, her eyes widening while her lower jaw slackened. A 
flash of hatred shot through the small girl. But she checked her anger, 
remembering Jack, and especially remembering what had happened that night in 
her bedroom with Sport. Maybe this was good, something that would bring her 
around to her senses. For Christina was frightened of her own body, 
terrified of its possibilities and her apparent inability to control it. 

"I won't change my mind. That's all there is to it, young lady. Now you can 
improve your studies. God only knows there's room for improvement there. I 
won't change my mind, Christina, so you might as well accept my decision," 
Laura said sharply. She had to get away from the kitchen or her daughter's 
angry look would make her regret what she'd just said. "Now get ready for 
school." 

Laura stood in the living room, not surprised Christina didn't kiss her 
goodbye as she usually did. The door slammed shut like a cannon shot. I 
Through the gauze white curtains, Laura watched her daughter march down the 
street, deliberately walking stiff-backed, her short tartan skirt swishing 
teasingly behind her firm asscheeks. 

God give me strength, Laura said to herself, wrapping her robe more tightly 
around her body. Raising a teenaged daughter was going to take a good deal 
more effort than she originally thought. The morning went by Without 
incident. With little ceremony, Laura shooed the big Irish setter from the 
house, ignoring his licks, his whining, his prancing around her feet as he 
tried to lick her ass. Laura had worn a pair of her daughter's tight-fitting 
short shorts, admiring how she was able to fill them out seductively without 
looking like a wiener stuffed in an undersized skin. And it provided the 
protection she needed against the animal. He saw no pussy, no dark patch of 
cunt-hairs through the nylon crotch panel. 

"There," she whispered, wiping several blonde strands of hair from her eyes 
as she slammed the back door and bolted it. Sport jumped up against the 
glass, whining, his bushy tail wagging back and forth while his long, sloppy 
tongue hung from one corner of his mouth. 

Laura shivered, turning away and-hugging her body with her hands. How she'd 
burned with lust last night, embracing her daughter's pet like a lover! Now 
she could only feel revulsion at her act and pray to God something like that 
never happened again. 

Again Laura thought about calling the pound and having the dog destroyed. 
But there would be questions her daughter would ask, questions she didn't 
have the heart to lie about right now. Relations were already strained 
between her and Christina. No, she'd just have to put up with the animal 
somehow until a better solution arose. 

After several hours of housework, Laura glanced at the living room clock and 
saw it was nearly time to go to the bank. Questions about her account had 
arisen-more problems she had to deal with, problems Christina had no idea 
about. Resentment against her free-living daughter was building. 

At that point there was a knock on the front door. Oh, damn! Laura moaned to 
herself. She'd forgotten about the young man she'd hired earlier to clean 
the yard and basement. Smoothing back her hair, she walked to the door, 
feeling her heart beating faster for no reason at all. 

The silhouette behind the curtains gave way to a tall, thickly built college 
boy of about nineteen standing cockily on the front stoop. His dark blue 
flannel shirt was almost all the way opened, revealing a thick coating of 
body hair. His tight-fitting faded Levi's showed a pair of thighs and set of 
legs built up through years of concentrated weight lifting and general body 
building. 

Laura's eyes widened. This was the boy the university job finding service 
had sent her? She thought he'd be some pimply faced adolescent working his 
way through the university. But this...? 

"Mrs. ... uh, Bettingfield?" he asked in a deep voice. 

Laura thrilled at the sound of it. She finally found her voice and nodded 
her head up and down. She could she he was sizing her up, moving his eyes up 
and down her body quickly. Only now she realized how foolish it was for her 
to have worn this outfit. Laura felt so naked, so completely revealed in 
front of him. Her nipples were getting stiff. She could feel them poking 
against the thin material of her halter. 

Laura turned, not wanting the young man to see just how aroused she was 
becoming. 

"Come in. There's plenty to do around here," she said in a shaky voice. 
Laura felt out of sync, fumbling for the right words in front of this young 
man. She realized with a flush of embarrassment she hadn't even asked for 
his name, hadn't even confirmed the fact that he'd been sent over by the 
university. 

"That's what they told me at school. I'm working for a degree in physical 
education," he said, shutting the door behind him. 

Laura smiled. Well, she hadn't expected him to be an English major. 

"Why don't you start in the basement, then. I've got all sorts of junk 
there. Maybe we can find something to give away to charity or something." 

Oh, she sounded so stupid. Could he tell she was impressed with his body and 
his sharp, piercing blue eyes? He smiled easily. If he'd taken her right 
there Laura felt she couldn't have resisted him. Daughter, friends, anyone 
could have come marching through the door and she wouldn't have cared. 

But the young man said nothing. Instead he stood in front of her, shifting 
uneasily from leg to leg. 

"Uh, shouldn't we talk about pay? And besides, you haven't asked my name." 

Laura flushed again. His name was Kevin Moore, in his fourth year at UCLA. 
The two of them briefly worked out a pay schedule and Kevin stripped down to 
the waist, climbing down the stairs to the basement to begin work. 

Laura remained in the living room, feeling her chest tighten and her mouth 
grow dry. How could she be even thinking of seducing this young man? What 
had gotten into her? She was a grown woman, too old for this sort of 
courting. 

But whatever her motives were, Laura knew she couldn't go banking now ... 
not with that young man banging around in the basement. Hours passed by. It 
was nearly noon before she heard the heavy steps of his hiking boots on the 
stairs. 

"Would you like some lunch?" Laura asked as Kevin reached the top of the 
steps. His face was a little dirty while streaks of perspiration lined his 
broad hairy chest. There was a strong smell about him, a pleasant masculine 
smell the woman realized she'd been missing all this time in her life. 

"Maybe a little." 

They were staring at each other again. Laura wished she had had a drink. She 
could feel the last shreds of her pride slipping away. All her resolves 
about not trying anything with this young vital college boy were evaporating 
under the rising heat of her sexuality. Instinctive reactions were taking 
over, making her into a panting, sexually hysterical tigress. 

Kevin smiled. But it was more than a smile. It was the way his lips curled 
up at the corners, the teasing slant of his eyes. He could read her mind, 
know what she was thinking. A flash' of shame checked her immediate 
response. How many other middle-aged women had he seduced? This was probably 
some terrible game for him. No, she wasn't going to be his next victim, 
another name in an ever-growing list of conquests. 

"I don't have too much," she said, her voice trailing off. 

"I wouldn't say that," he countered. 

This was a blatant, open comment on their growing physical attraction. Laura 
was nearly knocked from the floor with those words. 

"Well...." Laura said absently. She was feeling weak and vulnerable again. 
It was a delicious, dangerous sensation taking her over. She felt she was 
getting herself into a situation from which there was no escape. Fucking! 
That terrible, brutal, ugly word crept over her mind once more as her eyes 
dropped and noticed the growing bulge between his legs. Fucking! Once more 
she could feel the hot moist feeling between her thighs telling her she was 
aroused. 

"You're an attractive woman, Mrs. 

Bettingfield," Kevin said. 

His voice was lower now, almost caressing in quality. Laura shivered, 
closing her eyes, knowing she was doing everything wrong. She should laugh 
off the comment, make some clever remark, then get on about making him some 
lunch. 

But instead she stood there like a fool, rooted to one spot in the 
carpeting. Kevin took over now, moving up to her and sliding his 
thick-muscled arms around her waist. 

"What are you doing?" Laura cried, her eyes open wide with fear and 
excitement. She struggled against him, her arms and hands fluttering against 
his body like little birds. 

"Come on, Mrs. Bettingfield ... what's your first name?" he asked, kissing 
her hair, then moving his lips down to her neck. 

"Laura," she gasped, closing her eyes and giving herself completely over to 
the racing hot flashes. Oh, how hot his breath was against her throat! And 
he was making wonderful fucking hunches against her crotch. Hot and wet. Hot 
and wet. Laura couldn't stand this. She knew they were both going to wind up 
in bed, wind up fucking. How ludicrous. Only hours before she was lecturing 
her daughter on morality. And here she was, standing dressed like some 
overaged Lolita, inviting a boy nearly half her age to the bedroom. 

"Well, Laura, we're going to have a fun lunch break, eh?" 

Kevin's words were mocking, ironic, exciting! Laura tried to fight him off 
one more time. But it was impossible. His fingers were caressing her sides, 
moving up to her tits. 

"Don't, don't do this. I'm ... I've got a child," Laura whispered, feeling 
herself whirling around in a sensual whirlpool. 

"Come on. Show me where your bedroom is," Kevin said, squeezing her tighter. 
He humped her, rubbing his stiff cock against her bare midriff. Laura 
gasped, unable to keep her legs stiff any longer. She was going to fall 
unless he held her. God in heaven, she couldn't help herself from going over 
the edge. 

"I can't ... I can't walk. I know I can't," she confessed, laying her head 
gently on his broad chest. 

Kevin said nothing, picking her up easily as if she were made of tissue. She 
clung to him, her small hands locked behind his neck, her legs draped over 
his arms. Fleeting images of Christina flashed through her mind. This was 
wrong, wrong! 

Yet nothing could have stopped the woman from going to bed with Kevin. Oh, 
how evilly strange this was, just after her ... experiment with the animal. 
Was she losing her mind? Was this something women went through when they 
slid over the thirty-year mark? 

"Baby, oh, man, you don't look like you got a kid," Kevin said, admiring her 
body as he laid her gently on the bed. Laura felt his hands untie her 
halter, slip it off her narrow shoulders. Then there were glimpses of his 
bare chest and shoulders. He was undressing quickly, slipping his Levi's 
off. His narrow hips, and then finally that cunt-splitting cock slipped from 
between the opened halves of his Levi's. Laura scooted back on the bed. 
Something like that should be dangling from between the hindquarters of a 
horse! 

"Nice, eh? Lots of women like it," Kevin said admiringly. He reached down, 
curling his fingers around his fat cock, and started slowly pulling the 
outer skin over the steely inner rod. Laura found herself curling her own 
fingers and making jacking movements on the bedspread. 

"I ... I don't know if I should...." Laura couldn't find a reason to drive 
him away. Christina was safely tucked away in school and wouldn't be back 
for over two hours. No friends or relatives were expected this day. Her 
confused mind was her worst enemy. Laura put one hand to her forehead. How 
hot it was! 

"Sure you should," Kevin said, enjoying her predicament. 

Laura looked up again and saw amusement in his eyes. He was drinking in her 
confusion, loving her battle with her own morality. She should have hated 
him for that smile. But instead she spread her legs apart for him, revealing 
more of that brown furry cuntal mound so sensitive to the touch. 

Droplets of her hot pussy-juice clung to the wiry hairs like heavy drops of 
dew. 

"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me?" 

Kevin stepped from his Levi's and moved around to one side of the bed. The 
blonde let herself be rolled onto her belly, then pulled up around the waist 
until she was on her knees, her face lying sideways on the pillow. At this 
point, Laura didn't have the strength to push herself up on her hands. 

"We're gonna fuck doggie-style. I dig it, dig watchin' a woman's ass move 
around while her tits swing free." 

Laura gasped, feeling a hot flash shoot through her juicy pussy. Fucking 
like dogs. How appropriate. He should have been here in her bedroom the 
other night when ... no, no, she wouldn't let herself think about it. That 
was a madness she was over now. 

Kevin knelt behind her, working his long fingers along the insides of her 
thighs. He forced apart her cunt-lips to work a finger deep into her pussy. 
Laura curled her fingers, digging her nails into her cheeks and scratching 
her flesh. Ohhhh, it was so good, so terribly good there had to be something 
wrong with it. She felt his finger easing down into her hole, scraping the 
moist slick walls. She felt his knuckles brushing against her clit while his 
other hand reached around and began stroking the sensitive area around her 
asshole. Oh, she was a bitch in heat, ready to be mounted like a dog. Yes, 
yes, there was little difference between her now and the bitch dogs she'd 
seen in the streets with their tails high in the air. Maybe that was what 
Sport saw in her now, something even she didn't suspect until last night. A 
whore, a bitch, a slut! Those awful, obscene thoughts added a special zest 
to the hot feelings raking across her pussy. 

Laura's pussy flooded hot cunt-juice. She was burning awfully down there. 
Her tits ached for another touch. As if he could read her mind, Kevin looped 
his left hand under her belly, stroked her navel, then finally reached 
farther and started pinching one big red nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger. 

Laura growled, bobbing her ass back and forth. Saliva oozed from her mouth 
and wet down the pillow. She wanted him to fuck her, fuck her until she 
couldn't walk for days. How long it had been since a man had fucked her? 
Only now did Laura realize just how terribly she missed this kind of human 
contact. It wasn't only for the young. She felt as lusty and passionate now 
as she had during the high school prom when she let the school quarterback 
fuck her for hours behind her parents' house. 

"Oh, baby, man, you're gonna see stars when I get through." Laura was 
already in another universe. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"You okay?" Kevin asked, rubbing his hands over her bouncing asscheeks. 

"You're going so deeeeep!" Laura exclaimed with a gasp. She felt drunk, 
dizzy with sex. For the first time in a long while Laura felt she was a 
woman, a person, someone who was more than a mother and live-in maid. She 
liked this stranger, this young man she hardly knew. How could she justify 
what she was doing to anyone? He'd walked in the door, looked at her, and 
she fell to pieces. 

Now she was crouched like a dog on her bed, wiggling her ass back and forth, 
letting him fuck her any way he chose to. 

"Yeah, that's the way you dig it, right?" Kevin said between his clenched 
teeth. 

Laura couldn't answer. She loved it when he pulled his dick back slowly. The 
sensation of her pussy sucking outward after his retreating shaft made her 
shiver with ecstasy. Long strings of drool oozed from Laura's mouth. Her 
arms trembled while another rush of delicious lust shot through her cunt. , 
"Uh, uh, uh," she moaned with each downward fucking thrust. He had his arms 
hooked around her hip bones, making her feel she was firmly in his power. 
She wiggled in his grasp, aware of her helplessness. How delicious it felt! 
He rode her down onto the bed, then at times only teased her by rubbing his 
dick-head rapidly over the sensitive flesh between her outer and inner 
pussy-lips. 

"Man, I dig your body," he gasped. 

"Oh, do you?" Laura babbled happily. 

It had been so long since a man paid her that kind of compliment. She 
couldn't remember her ex-husband saying anything like that to her even in 
the heat of their mutual passion through their grunts and pants and heavy 
breathing. Now Kevin was biting the nape of her neck for an answer. She 
could feel his flat belly rubbing against her ass and back, sliding on a 
thick layer of sweat. He was climbing her, mounting, riding her, making 
wonderful squishy sounds in her pussy. Laura was edging close to climax. Oh, 
how delicious it was going to be, feeling his cock jerking in her pussy, 
spitting out that white-hot jizz, having it scald her throbbing pussy-walls. 

"Gonna make it, baby, gonna ... come!" 

Kevin was digging his fingernails into her belly flesh, pulling his hands 
down, leaving long red marks on her sweaty skin. Laura thought she was going 
to die. He was pistoning his cock faster and faster. She could feel his 
balls slapping against her ass. His legs tucked farther under hers while his 
head rested on the back of her neck. Laura heard him whimpering, breathing 
in shallow, gasping pants. 

Then the world exploded for both of them. Laura was first, jerking her head 
up from the pillow and twisting her mouth open. A strange, hellish howl 
escaped from her throat as her clit blew apart. It was a series of chilly, 
feverish spasms, making her cuntal muscles cramp down and hold tightly onto 
Kevin's wiggling prick. 

Above her, the young college student was moaning, his body jerking mightily 
while his arms threatened to crush Laura's hip bones. He kept his crotch 
sealed tightly against the blonde's pussy, feeling squirts of his jizz 
boiling up from his balls and shooting out of his cock-head. 

Laura babbled and jerked. Juice seemed to erupt like lava from her pussy, 
wetting her thighs and the sheet under her knees. The blonde ground her hips 
around wildly. How good it was to reach orgasm like this, coming with a 
man's dick in her pussy. The white hot core of joy had taken her over, 
sending her into a series of yelping fits. How it drove her nearly 
unconscious as she came and came and came with Kevin's dick vibrating, 
filling her hot little hole with cum. 

Laura didn't remember how it all ended. When she opened her eyes again she 
was lying on one side, Kevin facing her with one arm looped over her 
shoulder. He was so handsome, so masculine, so ... young. A flush of shame 
reddened her face. How could she have done something like this with a man 
who could have been her son? She was like those women on those stupid soap 
operas who robbed cradles. 

The blonde wiggled away from Kevin, turning her face from his piercing blue 
eyes. She felt she was going to cry and didn't know why. 

"What's wrong? I do something?" Kevin asked, smoothing his hands over her 
arms. 

Laura put one hand to her mouth. She wasn't sure if she were going to laugh 
or cry. Wrong? Hardly. This was probably the best thing that had happened to 
her in a long time. 

"No, I just...." 

"Hey, Mom, I'm home!" 

Laura froze. The sound of her daughter's voice followed by the bang of the 
front door paralyzed her with terror. What was Christina doing home so 
early? But a glance at the alarm clock to the right told Laura she'd been 
busy fucking with Kevin for nearly two hours. It was four o'clock! "Anybody 
home?" 

The voice was drawing closer to the bedroom. Laura moved into action, 
sliding out of the bed and grabbing her robe draped over a chair. 

"Get out of here," she whispered. under her breath, not even looking at 
Kevin. 

"Why, you afraid your daughter's gonna steal me from you?" 

Laura stopped at the doorway, shocked at what she'd heard. Spinning around 
she saw Kevin sitting up, the covers pulled up to his waist, his arms lying 
on top of the bedspread. There could be little doubt of what had gone on in 
that room for the past hour. The smell of fucking hung like a thick,. 
pungent perfume in the air. Laura gathered the robe tightly around her waist 
and shoulders and tied it. Christina was sauntering down the long corridor. 

"You sick or something, Mom?" the girl asked. Christina was holding a candy 
bar in one hand, pieces of chocolate clinging to her upper Up. Laura's right 
hand stretched behind her, her fingers fumbling for the doorknob. She 
touched it, then felt it slip from her. A shuffling sound behind her told 
the woman Kevin was standing in the doorway. "Who's he? What's he doing...?" 

Christina stopped her question midway, her hands dropping to her sides. 
Laura thought she was going to faint. She felt drained, bleached of every 
emotion. 

"Oh!" 

Her mouth formed a wide "O" as she stepped back, shaking her head from side 
to side. Laura wheeled around and saw Kevin standing there naked, his long 
flaccid dick hanging nearly to his knees. 

"Get out! Get out before I call the police," the woman hissed. Now she knew 
what kind of man he was. Oh, how cruelly she'd been deceived. He was just 
using her for his own amusement, torturing her like this in front of her own 
daughter for fun. 

"Baby, you aren't gonna call the cops. What are you gonna charge me with, 
rape? Man, the way you were bouncin' your ass around in there didn't tell me 
I was rapin' you." 

His words sounded awful, filthy. Laura wanted to hide her shamed face in her 
hands. But there was Christina standing at the end of the hall, her face 
registering the shock and disappointment she felt. 

"Get out!"-Laura cried, turning around and beating her tiny fists against 
his chest. 

Kevin's eyes rounded with amusement, then narrowed. Laura stopped, moving 
back as she saw his face darken with anger. 

"No woman's ever told me what to do." 

He grabbed her hard around the lower arms, his fingertips digging into her 
flesh so hard he was bruising her. 

"Oh, you're hurting me!" Laura cried, her face pinched with pain. She felt 
her knees giving way, her body sinking toward the hallway floor. Her head 
fell back while a rush of air escaped from her mouth. 

"You're gonna do what I say, baby, you and that little girl over there," 
Kevin said in a raspy voice. 

How changed he was! How different from that college boy who entered her 
living room. He was standing there naked in front of her now, his face 
registering a kind of insane hatred while his eyes bore down into hers. His 
dick was getting stiff again. It occurred to Laura as her knees touched the 
floor that he enjoyed hurting people, became aroused as she cringed under 
him. 

"You leave my mother alone!" Christina finally cried, dropping the candy bar 
and wheeling around. 

"Shut up, kid, and come over here," Kevin ordered brusquely. 

"No!" Christina shouted back defiantly. "Help, help, help!" she screamed, 
running through the living room and kicking the front door open. 

"Help!" Laura echoed after Kevin temporarily let go of her arm. She scooted 
back, stumbling over her feet, running for the living room while the college 
student ducked back into the bedroom for his clothes. Laura didn't wait to 
see what he was going to do. She ran blindly through the living room, 
stumbling over an end table, picking herself up and rushing toward the 
opened doorway. Clinging to the molding, she gathered her robe tightly 
together. She could see Christina standing in front of the house, leaning 
against the light pole while several neighbors stood uneasily on their front 
stoops. Laura ducked back into the house, looking over one shoulder, waiting 
to see if Kevin were going to rush past her. She would have rather taken a 
chance explaining him to the neighbors than be caught in his escape path. 
That look of hatred and defiance in his eyes terrified her. 

A splintering of wood coming from the kitchen told the woman he'd escaped 
through the rear kitchen door. 

"Thank God," she gasped, supporting herself with some difficulty. Turning 
around, Laura shuffled back into the living room, sinking on the couch, 
waiting for Christina to come back in and close the door. How could she 
explain this to her daughter? How would she be able to instruct her child on 
morality when that same child had caught her fucking with a total stranger 
... a madman at that? 

Laura jumped when the door slammed shut behind her. 

"Christina, honey, sit down. I ... I don't know how to start," Laura began, 
turning around and staring at her still-shocked daughter. 

"You always told me about how not to let guys take advantage of me," 
Christina said, her mouth twisted up in an ironic smile. It didn't make the 
girl's face pretty at all. Laura felt sick, suddenly, wishing she could run 
out of the house screaming. 

"It was only for your own good," Laura countered, running one hand over her 
burning forehead. How she wished she could close her eyes and sleep. 

"My own good?" 

Christina laughed nastily. 

"Stop it! Stop it!" Laura snapped, clenching her fingers together into two 
fists and rising quickly from the sofa. She wasn't going to be a laughing 
stock in her own home. 

"A whore! That's what you are, a whore! Whore! Whore!" Christina chanted at 
her, her face red while tears streamed freely from her eyes. 

"Stop it!" Laura shouted back, running up to her. What happened next was a 
kind of dream. Christina kept crying hysterically, shouting that terrible 
word in her mother's face. Laura tried to stop her, then suddenly found 
herself beating her own child to the floor. She came to, realizing Christina 
had crumpled into a sobbing heap at her feet. "Oh, God, what have I done?" 
the woman whispered, stretching out her arms. 

"Don't touch me," Christina whispered, feeling at, her mother's touch. She 
shrank back, gathering herself up and running down the hall. Laura steadied 
herself, sucking in lungfuls of air. She heard her daughter's door slam 
shut, then lock from within. It would be months, years perhaps before 
Christina could ever forgive her. Laura thought she was going to be sick. 

The next few days were terrible ones for mother and daughter. Christina ate 
breakfast quickly, not daring to look at her mother who avoided any direct 
contact with her daughter. They were careful to avoid touching, speaking, 
even looking at one another. They were two strangers living under one roof, 
taking every precaution to avoid any sort of interaction. 

Laura busied herself by finishing the cleaning Kevin had begun. At times she 
thought of the young man, of the way he looked at her, of the way he'd come 
between her and her daughter. How she hated him, hated the way he went about 
exposing her own weakness. If only she could repair the damage done. Only 
now did the mother realize just how much she'd come to depend on her 
daughter's company. Now silence reigned in the house. Laura felt miserable. 

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Laura sat sprawled on the living room 
couch, holding her head in one hand while absently stroking her bare thigh 
with the other. It was hot outside. She was wearing another pair of her 
daughter's tight-fitting shorts, the type that had gotten her in trouble in 
the first place. 

Oh, I'm a whore. Christina was right! Laura thought to herself, feeling 
beads of perspiration dot her forehead. She was thinking about Kevin, about 
how good his body felt sliding over hers. In spite of the animal he'd turned 
out to be, he was still quite a fuck! She shivered, remembering all the 
compliments he gave her as they tossed and writhed in bed. He said she was 
so pretty. And Laura knew he was telling the truth. She was pretty 
well-preserved for someone in her thirties. Her tits hadn't sagged for being 
so large, and she hadn't lost her waist yet. Nothing had gone to her ass as 
was the case with so many of her envious friends. She could see certain 
curves in herself, curves that Christina had inherited. No, it wasn't 
difficult to see how a man could become interested in her, even a young man 
like Kevin. 

"Oh, why did this have to happen?" she moaned out loud. 

Then a sudden image slipped into her thoughts, the flashing picture of 
Sport's long coat of hair between her shivering legs as he reached his 
tongue up to ... Laura shuddered, fanning her fingers over her still-firm 
belly. She thought that if she'd gone to fat she wouldn't be bothered so 
much with her sexuality. Maybe ... But she couldn't ignore sex. The thought 
of fucking, sucking, of doing anything sexual was always close to her every 
thought. She'd pretended not to see it in the past years. But now it had 
erupted with a terrible vengeance. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar padding sound outside the 
kitchen door. It was that Irish setter again, bumping his head against the 
windowpane, trying to get in. The house would be empty now except for her 
and ... the dog, if she were to let him in. 

"What am I thinking of?" Laura thought out loud, knowing full well what was 
on her mind. She tried to fight off the thought taking her over. But she 
found herself slowly rising from the sofa, her fingers growing icy and 
trembling with excitement. She could hear Sport bumping the door again, his 
whimpering turning into occasional barks as he saw her approaching the 
kitchen doorway. Her heart was pounding so hard. She wanted some kind of 
touch, some kind of kindness to sooth her troubled mind. Laura thought of 
her daughter, of those terrible words and the following scene that passed 
between mother and daughter. It was a terrible drama, one that might have 
split the two of them apart forever. 

No, no, she couldn't think of that now. Shutting her eyes and inhaling 
deeply, Laura drove those terrible images from her mind. There'd be time 
enough to suffer. Right now she only wanted to forget, to feel something 
touching, stroking her burning pussy. Reaching out, Laura tightened her 
fingers on the doorknob. "A dog...." 

She closed her eyes. "No, no, I can't let it happen again, ever," she 
mumbled, letting go of the knob. 

She rubbed her hands on her thighs, breathing hard, feeling her nipples 
becoming long and thick, wanting to be touched. Above it all Laura heard 
Sport going wild, throwing his body against the door, barking, scratching at 
the wood and glass of the kitchen door. She swayed back and forth. With a 
frustrated groan followed by another flash of sexuality Laura opened the 
door, feeling Sport rushing in and whirling around her legs. 

"Oh, God!" she muttered between her teeth. This time the woman made certain 
all doors were locked. Stumbling into her bedroom she closed and locked the 
door, shivering again as his tongue wet her legs and thighs. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me," she cried through her tears. 

Laura barely made it to the bed. Sport had jumped up, drool from his tongue 
dripping onto her belly as he licked in hot expectation. Throwing all 
caution and morality to the wind, Laura guided him up, rewarding the animal 
with a scratch behind his ears when he started licking her tits. 

"Here, here, boy, let me make it easier," she whispered, sitting up and 
pushing the dog away. He sat patiently at the end of the bed while the woman 
unbuckled her halter and slipped it from her shoulders, then unzipped her 
shorts and skinned them down her lithe, white legs. 

"Ohhh, yes," she groaned, moving her ass across the smooth bedspread while 
spreading open to the big Irish setter. She wallowed her shoulders on the 
bed, breathless with the furry animal's eagerness. His long silky coat 
washed over her flesh, making her groan with delight. There was no avoiding 
the facts now. She was enjoying the hell out of this. She was urging the dog 
to excite her, lick her off, maybe even ... no, no, she didn't know if she 
could go that far! 

"Mmmmm, yes, yes," Laura groaned. Ohhh, what would Christina say now, seeing 
her mother about to fuck this animal? The thought made the woman laugh. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Oh, yes, Sport, yes, oh, God, touch me, lick me," Laura babbled, rocking 
her thighs back and forth. How deliciously forbidden this all seemed. The 
wet touch of his tongue over her pussy was made all the more exciting by the 
idea that what she was doing was reviled by nearly everyone. The breaking of 
this taboo excited the hell out of Laura. 

Gasping once again, she rolled onto her belly as the big dog bobbed his head 
around, trying to find her pussy. He nosed around her ears until the back of 
her neck was wet. It was a wonderful, new sensation and had a surprisingly 
intense effect on her. Sport stood over her, his legs braced on either side 
of her back. She could feel his breath on her back. Groaning, Laura shifted 
her hips back and forth, loving the sensation of her cuntal walls rubbing 
against one another. He was licking her now, sliding the tip of his tongue 
down her back, down over the hollows and bumps. The blonde let out a shivery 
gasp and moved her knees wider apart. Then slowly she raised her ass, 
wagging it for the animal. Oh, she was like a dog, wagging her ass for his 
tongue, maybe even for his cock. No wonder she enjoyed Kevin fucking her 
doggie-style. She was a bitch, truly a bitch who had to get fucked this way. 

Sport grunted and started lapping his tongue over each asscheek. Laura 
gasped as the hot/wet sensation mixed with the chilly spasms racing through 
her loins and up and down her spine. How good it felt as he smoothed his 
tongue between her asscheeks, then slid it down her crack until his spit 
dribbled down over the thick curls of her pussy. It was something she'd 
never felt before in her life. 

Laura arched her back more, rising up on her knees to give the dog more 
lapping room. She was panting as hard as he was. The weight of her mammoth 
tits hanging down from her upper chest excited her even more. She wobbled 
there on her elbows, gasping in lungfuls of air when the dog's strong tongue 
brushed over an especially sensitive spot. He was working lower on her 
thighs. She spread her legs apart, feeling her inner cunt-lips unstick and 
peel back, revealing the tumid pussymeat along her slit. The dog reared 
back, tilting his head to one side and staring hotly at her dark red 
glistening gash. Impatiently, the woman rocked her ass back and forth. She 
wanted touching, the sensation of the animal lapping her cunt and asscheeks 
again and again. "Unnnhhhhhhhhhh!" 

She rolled onto her back again, consumed by a wild fire of perverted 
sexuality. The animal moved back, then shoved his sharp muzzle back into her 
cuntal mouth. He sniffed at her hot meat, panting into her soaked flesh. 
Laura went wild, kicking out one leg as the tense, hot tingling thrills 
built in her cunt. 

"No, oh, nooooo!" she wailed. Strands of her blonde hair clung to her 
dampened cheeks and forehead. Glancing down, she saw the dog's pointed cock 
slipping from its furry sheath. Oh, could she let him do something like 
that, actually fuck her? Only a few seconds ago she thought it a repulsive 
act. Now rocking in the throes of her own rising sexuality Laura wasn't 
quite sure any more. 

Sport was growling a soft, smothered growl of lust. Laura answered with 
babbling screams. Reaching down, the woman held the dog's head down so that 
he lapped her cuntal slit open. Oh, yes, yes, it was wonderful, exciting! 
She arched her back, raising her asscheeks off the bed. His tongue rubbed 
her flooding pussy-meat. Laura could feel her clit being forced down, then 
lapped again and again by the Irish setter's tongue. Sport was wagging his 
hips. More of his knobby slick doggie dick slithered out. Her cuntal hair 
was clinging together in wet little fringed curls along the puffy edges of 
her pussy-lips. 

"Fuck, yes, fuck," Laura babbled. The tendons in her inner thighs bulged out 
whenever the dog slurped upward toward her cuntal cleft. Seeing this, Sport 
moved his maw and closed his sharp teeth down on her ridged muscle. 

"Ohhhh!" 

The effect was electric and immediate. Laura felt herself consumed with 
fiery lust. She thrust her cuntal mound upward, tossing it around in 
circles, whimpering through her nose. She was building rapidly toward a wild 
climax. The woman humped her ass as the animal nipped at her pussy. She 
could feel the shaking of his shoulders and the strong, subtle movements of 
his body. 

"Yes, yesssssssss!" 

Laura whipped her legs against the bed, hugging Sport's body with the 
insides of her knees. He was bringing her up, up to that final throbbing 
sensation of wild orgasm. The woman was feeling herself losing what little 
grip she had on reality. 

Grunting, panting, feeling her body blowing apart slowly, Laura could hear 
the slick sounds of the dog's tongue on her pussy. It sucked and clicked 
with each jerky movement of her thighs. 

"Come, come, commmmme!" the woman groaned. Her shivering moans and her 
feverish wriggling seemed to set the dog off into yet a wilder fury. He made 
strange sounds against the hot mess of her pussy. As she felt herself pitch 
over the edge into climax, Laura knew she wouldn't be able to stop the 
animal if he decided to mount her and fuck her. 

Instead, Sport took her cuntal mound between his powerful jaws and sank his 
fangs into her hot flesh. She cried out, pitching like a madwoman on the 
bed. He was shaking her gently, his fangs pressing maddeningly against her 
flesh while his tongue licked over and over her throbbing membranes. 

Laura didn't mean to touch Sport under his belly. Yet she found her hand 
slipping back. The dog's dick brushed against her knuckles. In a second, he 
was humping his cock against her hand, her knee, her shin. 

"Uhhhhhhh, noooo!" 

In a flash he came. The woman felt dog-jizz splatter against her forcefully. 
The dog moaned and howled while she tried to wiggle away from the spurting 
blasts of hot doggie-slime. 

"No, oh, God, no!" she cried, fighting through her own orgasm and sliding 
off the bed. She grabbed her throat, shaken by dry heaves as she staggered 
to the door. Sport was still howling, now on his side, crawling over the 
bed, his head beating against the mattress, cum still spurting from his 
pointed cock-head. 

Laura shot a last horrified look, her fingers wrestling with the slippery 
cold doorknob. Panic rose in her throat. To think what she'd nearly done! To 
think what she had done! It was enough to make her head spin. 

"God, God!" the woman screamed, beating at the door, then remembering she'd 
locked it. With a gasp of relief, the panting woman stumbled from her 
bedroom, tripping over her feet in the hall as she raced for the bathroom. 
Doggie-jizz streaked her thighs and lower belly. Laura avoided looking at 
herself in the mirror as she turned on the bathwater, tested it for warmth, 
then twisted the shower nozzle. 

"Ohhhhh," Laura sighed, quickly stepping into the tub and washing her body. 
Clean, she had to be clean, feel clean. But no matter how much soap she 
used, the woman could still feel the doggie-jizz staining her body. Lord, 
what had she done? What terrible thing had she done? 

"I can't go on like this. I can't let it happen again." 

Laura sobbed into her hands, resting her head against one of the sliding tub 
doors. The water splashed over her throat and shoulders, trickling down in 
two broad rivers over her mammoth tits. She needed a drink. Yes, a drink 
would help now. It would blur things quickly. She could forget she'd turned 
the kitchen doorknob by herself, let Sport into the house and actually 
encouraged what had happened. 

Laura moaned, washing her body down again. After several minutes the woman 
stepped from the shower, toweling dry and wrapping her bathrobe tightly 
around her body. She hesitated at the door, wondering if she had the courage 
to face the animal again. This was stupid! She couldn't stay in the bathroom 
until Christina came home ... if she came home. 

Christina! The shock of having her daughter catching her in the sack with a 
total stranger hit her again. She would lose her mind. Surely the 
authorities would find her raving in the streets some day. 

"Oh, hell," Laura finally muttered, brushing aside all those thoughts. There 
wasn't anything she could do now. Maybe when Christina came home she'd think 
of something. Right now she'd have that vodka tonic she needed. 

Opening the door, the woman went back into her bedroom. Sport was sitting by 
her bureau, licking himself, lapping at that strange red dog cock of his. 
Laura shuddered, grabbing her slippers and rushing back out. 

"You've got to leave me alone," she said, reaching the living room and the 
small bar to the right of the front door. She could still feel the warm glow 
in her thighs when Sport lapped them with his hungry tongue. Right or 
wrong-Laura didn't know. Who cared anyway? The woman knew she was treading 
on a fine line of madness. Well, what did it matter anyway? Who cared about 
her? Who really wanted her? Not her daughter, not even that young man who 
insulted her so cruelly. 

She finished one drink then poured another, moving over to the sofa and 
sitting down, keeping her back rigid. What good were all those years of 
strict morality, of towing the line? What had it gotten her? A shattered 
marriage, a frustrated sex life, a daughter who despised her now. 

Laura laughed harshly. A responding yelp made her start. Sport was in the 
room, standing in front of her, his head tilted to one side. 

"Ohhh, poor doggie," she slurred, half-drunk now. The vodka was doing its 
work, dulling the pain, taking away the shame and guilt. Why is this 
happening to me? the woman wondered, taking another sip. The liquor burned 
her throat. 

"Come here, boy, come here," she whispered, patting the side of the sofa. 

But Sport only stood there, his bushy tail high in the air. She spread her 
knees slowly apart, letting her robe fall open. That wonderful dusky glow 
was starting all over again. She drank more, feeling the cold ice cubes 
brushing over her lips. How good it was to drink, drink and forget. 

"Yes, yes, come on, boy, come on," she whispered to the animal, sliding her 
ass down the cushion. 

Sport growled, approaching her, his head dropped down, his dark pink tongue 
hanging out. Was he as horny as she? After having shot his load could he 
still want her, want her as badly as she needed him? It was a terrible thing 
to admit. But liquor had knocked down the barricades blocking that thought. 

Laura sighed as Sport nuzzled her gown up and apart. Her raw cuntal tissues 
were sensitive to the touch. But still the touch of the animal's tongue felt 
good in the end. She scooted down farther, opening her knees. 

"Yesss, yessss," she hissed. "You're bad, bad dog," the woman whispered. 

He was licking her soft cunt-lips. The only sounds in the room now were the 
lickings of his tongue against her pussy and her soft, gasping moans. Laura 
whimpered as Sport added to her sexual tension. She took another swallow of 
vodka and laid her head back. She was a little drunk. She smiled, feeling 
her breathing quicken and her chest tighten. Uncomfortable thoughts about 
Christina faded in the distance. Laura felt her evaporating cunt-juice, 
smelled her pussy. All she had to do was sit there, sit there and not move a 
muscle while the animal lapped her into ecstasy. The woman moved forward to 
give him more of her puffy cunt-meat to nibble on. She relaxed into the deep 
cushions, sighing loudly. 

Meanwhile Christina wandered outside their neighborhood, her head filled 
with the sight of her mother half-dressed and that man stark naked behind 
her. She moaned out loud at times, drawing unwanted attention from casual 
passersby. Why had she run? Why had she called her mother such terrible 
names when she'd done the same thing? 

It was the same, wasn't it? But no, there was something awful, terrible, 
almost disgusting in finding her own mother feeling the same things she did, 
doing the same things! And with a man half her age! It nearly made the girl 
vomit to think of it. 

I'll teach her a lesson, Christina thought. She wondered what her mother 
would think if she were to tell her what she and Jack did at Tracey's party. 
How would her mother react when she found out her precious little darling 
could fuck just as well as she could? 

"Hey, baby, hey you!" 

The voice shattered her thoughts. Straightening up, Christina turned and saw 
with a shock the face of that awful man, the one who had fucked her mother 
then threatened her. 

Christina put one hand up to her throat and backed up instinctively, feeling 
her legs brushing against a concrete retaining wall. Well, he wouldn't try 
anything here. The street had several people on it and much traffic. If he 
so much as touched her she'd scream the buildings down. 

"Hey, wait up," Kevin shouted, tucking several books under one arm and 
running up to her. The young man had just gotten out of class at UCLA. 
Looking at him, Christina remembered her mother mentioning something about 
hiring a college boy to clean up the house and yard. So, her lover went to 
UCLA! Christina laughed. How typical of her mother. 

"Why? I don't want to say anything," Christina said coldly, turning her back 
on him. Only now did she realize just how far she'd gone ... at least a mile 
from her home. 

"Man, I want to apologize for what happened back there," Kevin said, 
grabbing the girl's arm and holding her back. 

"There's nothing to be sorry for. My mother invited you in to fuck her and 
you did. That's all there is to it, right?" Anger flickered in her eyes. 

Kevin was a little surprised by her candor. But he recovered quickly, his 
lips curling up into a broad smile. If the mother was hot, he suspected the 
daughter was a regular steam table. 

"I ... I guess, if that's the way you want to put it," he said, wondering 
how he could slip his cock into this tight little pussy. Then he thought of 
a plan, one that would involve several of his buddies. Two hot women, mother 
and daughter-what a turn on to fuck them at the same time, under the same 
roof, their howls mixing! His cock stirred in his shorts when he thought 
about it. 

"I don't care how you want to take it. Now just leave me alone," Christina 
said, lowering her eyes modestly to the street. She could see right away 
what the attraction was for her mother. Kevin was ruggedly handsome, the 
kind of man that made a woman feel small, desired, kept, wanting to be taken 
under his arm for protection. She leaned heavily against the retaining wall 
behind her and sighed. 

"Hey, I just wanted to apologize, maybe try to set things right between you 
and me, if not your mother and me," Kevin said, smoothing one hand through 
his hair. Christina felt her pussy shudder involuntarily, its protective 
muscles quivering, contracting, milking thin air while her cuntal membranes 
grew hot and moist. She rubbed her thighs together subtly to take care of 
the rising temperature and hot itch, a movement not lost on Kevin's sharp 
eyes. His smile grew broader though he pretended not to notice. 

"Well, I suppose we could talk," Christina said hesitantly, coyly. This was 
stupid. How could she have changed her opinion so quickly? But her pounding 
heart and racing pulse told the story. She was getting hot, horny, terribly 
aroused under the steady even gaze of this man. Her tight little cunt was so 
wet, juicing down her panties until the nylon material stuck uncomfortably 
to her thighs. 

Her pussy tightened. Her clit pulsed, throbbed as if someone were actually 
touching it! The blonde teenager was surprised she could talk without 
revealing the intensity of her excitement. 

"Good. How about now? Your place? I've got a car. Just gimme time to get 
back to the frat house and dump off these books and pick up the car," Kevin 
said, turning around. "You stay here. Then we'll go on over and talk with 
your mom." 

Christina wanted to go with him. And the thought of having her mother there 
in the same room with her and this young man she didn't really know sickened 
her. How could she look at her mother, knowing the man she wanted to fuck 
had already taken care of Laura and probably would do it again if she gave 
him the chance? There was something terribly sick about this situation. And 
as Kevin ran across the street toward Westwood Plaza Drive and his frat 
house, Christina knew she should run the opposite way. No good would come of 
this. 

But Christina stayed obediently, leaning against the retaining wall, waiting 
for Kevin and, she suspected, waiting for her own destruction. 

It seemed like nearly an hour before he reappeared, pulling up to the side 
of the street and honking his horn. 

"Come on in. Sorry I was late, but had some last minute business to take 
care of," Kevin said, stepping out and opening the door for her. 

Christina stepped in, a little flattered by this show of chivalry. She bit 
her lower lip, feeling wicked. What would her mother say when she and this 
young man walked in almost arm-in-arm? She imagined the shock on her 
mother's face and grinned. Serves her right, Christina said, wiggling her 
ass on the leather seat and smiling at Kevin. 

"By the way, name's Kevin," he said, locking his door and shoving the car in 
gear. 

Kevin, Christina thought, pronouncing his name to herself over and over 
again as they sped down Sunset toward her home. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Laura wasn't home when the two of them arrived. Kevin couldn't believe his 
good luck as he stepped from the car parked across the street from the 
rambling ranch-style home and let Christina out. Not that it mattered. His 
plan was to take the woman by storm, calm her down, speak to both of them 
while waiting for his frat brothers Bob Farrington and Jeff Woolsey to come 
by in ten minutes. Between the three of them they'd subdue the women and 
have one hell of an afternoon. 

Kevin, Bob and Jeff had hurriedly worked out the details of their scheme 
while Christina had waited for the blond on the boulevard. 

"Doesn't look like mom's home," Christina said, feeling a little nervous for 
the first time as she fished the keys out of her rear pocket and opened the 
front door. 

The house seemed quiet, deserted. Sport had been once again pushed from the 
interior. After the front door closed Christina could hear him barking, 
whining and scratching against the rear door. 

"Your dog?" Kevin asked a little nervously. The plan was for the two buddies 
to come in through the rear after he made sure the door was opened. This 
provided a little problem. 

"Yeah. He sounds like he wants in," Christina said. Would he try to shove 
his muzzle up her cunt again? Would he embarrass her in front of Kevin? No, 
she couldn't take the chance. 

"Let 'im in. He sounds hungry," Kevin said, moving toward the kitchen. 

Christina shuddered, then decided to kick Sport downstairs if he tried 
anything. 

"Ohhhh!" 

After having opened the door, Christina found herself staggering in a sea of 
dog fur. Sport was swirling around her feet again, licking her legs, trying 
to shove his nose up her thighs, sniffing at the warm, musky odor coming out 
from under the leg bands of her shorts. 

"I don't know what's gotten into him, but he's going downstairs," Christina 
snapped, slamming the door shut, then taking the animal under the collar and 
hauling him toward the basement door. While she busied herself with Sport, 
Kevin tested the rear door, making sure it was unlocked. So far so good. 

"There," Christina said, closing the basement door and wiping her hands on 
her shorts. 

"Want to talk now?" Kevin asked, arching his eyebrows. 

Christina wanted to talk. But even more than that she wanted Kevin to kiss 
her. She could hardly believe the wild sexual hunger she was feeling now. 
She wanted this stranger to take her in his arms and fondle her, rub his 
hands all over her body while kissing her passionately. And if her mother 
walked in and caught them, so much the better! 

"You know, I think I wanna do something more than just talk," Kevin said 
after several seconds of silence passed. He was studying Christina 
carefully, watching her as a cat watches a mouse. 

The young woman trembled, noticing how thick and low his voice had become. 

"I ... I...." 

Christina couldn't talk. She closed her eyes, thinking her heart had 
stopped. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, feeling delicious hot 
flashes ripple through her body. She was a woman now. Jack had seen to that 
several days ago. And now she was meeting a man on equal sexual terms. He 
wanted her, wanted her as badly as she needed him. She opened her eyes and 
saw him walking toward her. The gentle hum of the refrigerator droned in her 
ears. She felt a hand circle her small neck. He was rubbing the stiff 
muscles there, rubbing his fingers now under her earlobes. She was pushed 
back against the sink counter. She felt her asscheeks pressing against one 
of the half-opened drawers. Christina thought she was going to strangle on 
her own spit. 

"I don't know when my mother's gonna come back," Christina whispered. Oh, if 
only her mother walked in now. How it would teach her a lesson. 

"Doesn't matter, honey, doesn't matter at all," he said, holding her 
tightly. 

Christina let out a moan, then felt his lips seal against hers while his 
tongue speared her lips. The girl groaned, sliding her arms around his back 
while he pulled her thighs tightly against his body. Christina felt the hot 
bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans. It pushed against her bare belly, 
rubbing back and forth as he hunched into her. He was so tall and big! Once 
more Christina understood what had attracted her mother to this big stud, 
what had made Laura throw all caution to the winds and take a chance with 
Kevin. 

Christina knew what kind of man he might be. Surely he wasn't the gentleman 
Jack was, even if he had the outside trappings of courtesy. He'd purposely 
mocked her mother, even nearly beat her in front of her daughter while 
threatening her. But that aspect of his character excited the girl now. A 
desire for revenge combined with a dark force recently unleased in her body, 
making the girl cling to this man desperately. 

"Uhhhh, ohhhhhh, fuck me," Christina whispered, resting her cheek against 
the side of his face. She was panting hard, feeling oh so weak. 

Kevin's big hands moved down her body, tracing over her curves, stopping 
finally at the top of her shorts. Christina felt his fingers fumbling with 
the zipper, pushing down the briefs, freeing her body from that 
tight-fitting clothing. The blonde teen sucked in a ragged breath, imagining 
her and Kevin rolling around in the bed, pitching, writhing while his cock 
pistoned in and out of her sucking hot hole. Yes, she was going to fuck her 
mother's lover. Let Laura chew on that one for a while! 

"Mmmmmmm," Kevin murmured, pushing down her shorts, then moving his fingers 
over her bare belly. "I love your cunt." 

Christina let out a gasp, pulling her ass back when he touched a finger to 
her outer pussy-lips. "It's real soft, hot, wet. I dig it, honey, dig 
something's that's as hot as you." 

Christina didn't say anything, standing mutely in front of him while he 
finished stripping her. The girl stepped from her shorts, kicking them under 
the table, then closed her eyes while Kevin unbuckled her halter, freeing 
her large, long-nippled tits. 

"Man, you're not a little girl, baby. You're a real woman," he gasped. 

Christina flushed with pride. Yes, she was a woman, every inch an attractive 
woman like her mother. 

"Come on, let's fuck," he said thickly. 

Christina felt his arm slide around her waist. Oh, she couldn't move, her 
knees were so Weak. The girl stumbled forward, catching herself, leaning 
heavily against Kevin. 

The young man smiled. Like mother like daughter, he thought, sweeping 
Christina off her feet and carrying her down the hall. 

"In here," the girl moaned, nodding toward her room. 

Kevin undressed hurriedly after laying Christina gently down on her bed. The 
young woman watched him, her eyes growing large and glassy when he unzipped 
his Levi's and teasingly pushed them slowly down his thick-muscled thighs. 
When his long, thick cock slipped out of his pants, the girl cried out. Oh, 
it was so much bigger than Jack's! Would she be able to take it? 

"What's that?" Christina suddenly gasped, sitting up straight and pulling 
the covers over her tits. She thought she'd heard a door open. Was her 
mother home already? Would she have the sad joy of seeing Laura screaming at 
her? 

"I don't hear anything," Kevin said, cocking his head to one side. Hearing 
the kitchen door closing, he was sure Bob and Jeff were in. 

"I'm sure...." 

Christina barely got the words out when she saw two strange men standing in 
the doorway. The girl was speechless with surprise and fear, the more so 
when she realized Kevin greeted them friendlily. It was a trap, a horrible, 
terrible trap she'd fallen into! Clutching the covers desperately, Christina 
scooted back on the mattress, pressing her back against the wooden 
headboard. 

"Man, she's hot, hot enough to fry up a dozen cocks," Kevin said, scratching 
his balls. 

"You had any samples yet?" Bob asked. 

Christina stared at the two men, both of them as big as Kevin. 

"Thought we'd have a little fun first," he said. "This is Bob." Kevin nodded 
at a tall, redheaded man with a flat nose and wide mouth. "Jeff over there's 
a kind of specialist," the young man said, indicating a shorter dark-haired 
boy. 

"Specialist ...?" Christina gasped. 

"Come on, let's get goin'," Jeff said impatiently, scratching his .large 
dick. 

"No, no," Christina cried, holding the covers even higher. 

"Stupid little bitch," Kevin growled, reaching down and grabbing the covers 
in one hand. He tore them from her grasp, flinging them to one side of the 
room. Christina screamed, her eyes glued on his fat dick bobbing in front of 
her. "I got my way to stop up that pretty little mouth of yours." 

What was he talking about? Christina screamed again as the blond took her 
head in both hands, pressing in so hard she was sure he would crush her 
skull. 

"Open up, baby, up and take a swallow," he said thickly. 

Christina looked uncomprehendingly at him. She struggled, realizing what he 
meant finally, twisting on the mattress while trying to jerk free. 

He swore at her, calling her all sorts of names. Then Christina realized one 
of his hands had moved away from her head. She rolled her eyes up, seeing he 
was ready to hit her. The girl tensed, realizing it was too late for her to 
duck away. Kevin looked monstrous, wearing that same terrible expression he 
had the day he humiliated her mother, forcing her down to the floor some 
days ago. 

"No!" she shouted. 

He only laughed, bringing his big hand down. The report of that slap mixed 
with her outcry. 

"Unnghhhh!" she moaned, her head snapping to one side. Christina's hair 
splashed across her face while the room seemed to spin in front of her. Her 
head throbbed as she stared back up at him. Kevin was ready for another blow 
if she didn't cooperate. 

"Try anything funny and I'll clean up the room with you. And when I'm 
through my buddies'll finish up. Understand?" he shouted. 

Christina didn't have time to answer. She felt his thumbs and forefingers 
pressing against the spot where her upper and lower jaws met. The pain was 
too great. Christina had no choice except to open her mouth and let him 
drive in his dick. 

"Yeah, oh, yeah, nice hot, wet pretty little mouth," Kevin sighed. His head 
was thrown back while his hips hunched rapidly back and forth. He had her 
head gripped tightly between his hands. Christina's nude body was stretched 
awkwardly across the bed, her legs twisted around at one end while her head 
lay at the other. She braced her torso with both hands flat on the mattress. 

"Mmmffff!" she groaned. His wiry cock-hairs tickled her nostrils while a 
strangely familiar smell came from his crotch. Tears welled up in her eyes 
and streaked down her flushed cheeks. And all the while Kevin's cock slid 
over her tongue, pre-cum oozing freely from his piss-slit. It coated her 
throat, making her swallow involuntarily. It had such an odd, bleachy 
flavor! 

"Man, wiggle that tongue around it. Yeahhh, just like that!" he groaned. 

Christina found herself warming to the job. She moved her tongue flat around 
the sensitive ridged underside of his dick, massaging that cum-tube while 
stretching her lips wider apart. Spit oozed from the corners of her mouth 
while Kevin started no pumping his hips faster. He was making strange 
strangled cries, rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder while pressing 
his knees hard against the side of her bed. 

"Gotta find some rope," Jeff said, his eyes glazing over as he watched his 
buddy fuck Christina in the mouth. 

"Careful. Don't go in the basement," Kevin warned. "Dog's down there." 

"Yeah, thanks," Jeff said, disappearing from the the room. 

Christina didn't care what was happening around her. All that concerned her 
was the dick in her mouth. She could hardly breathe. At times Kevin throated 
her, holding her face hard against his groin while driving his cock all the 
way in. It slid past her tonsils, blocking the air to her lungs. At those 
times the girl struggled wildly, feeling everything grow dark. She needed 
air to survive! Christina groaned around the dick, clawing his belly to let 
him know she was passing out. 

Meanwhile Bob had disrobed, stripping down to his white athletic socks, 
moving around to the other side of the bed. Christina felt fingers kneading 
her thigh roughly. He pinched her, then moved up and greedily began working 
his fingers over her cunt-lips. She groaned again, twisting around to let 
him finger-fuck her more easily. He was arousing her more intensely than 
she'd been aroused before. His sexy fingering had done the ill trick. The 
girl untangled her legs as best she could, spreading them to give him a 
better angle. 

For an instant Christina thought about what she was doing. She was actually 
helping these men who were humiliating and hurting her. And worse yet she 
found she was enjoying it. Wasn't that wrong? Wasn't that something only 
sick people experienced? 

At this point the question was only a casual one for the girl. Her prime 
concern was that fat cock skewering her mouth. And now someone was fingering 
her pussy. 

"Mmmmm-ohhh!" 

Bob was touching her cunt now with his lips, actually licking his tongue up 
and down her puffy, juice-frothed cunt-flaps. How good it was to feel his 
uneven breath blowing through her blonde cunt-hairs. Images of Sport and 
what he'd done to her flashed through her mind. Christina was writhing as 
much as she could, no longer caring about pride. She rubbed her asscheeks 
over the mattress, moving one hand up to Kevin's balls when he told her to 
and fingered them gingerly. They were so hot, so big. And when she tickled 
them lightly like that he groaned, telling her if she kept that up he'd 
shoot in her mouth. 

"Go for it, baby, gimme good head like that. Yeah, whip on some skull," he 
groaned. 

Christina felt herself spinning out of control. She felt that hot pointed 
tongue splitting her pussy in two. Bob sucked up her hot flowing juices, 
tonguing her cuntal folds, rubbing his lips over her pubes. She hunched 
back, flexing her thigh and ass muscles, feeling hot/chilly flashes tear 
through her cunt. The bed squeaked and groaned under her twisting body. 

"Got it?" Bob asked, pulling his mouth away from Christina's hot little 
pussy. He reached up and picked several pussy-hairs from between his front 
teeth, grinning sheepishly at his returning buddy. 

"Yeah," Jeff said, holding several pieces of quarter-inch clothesline in his 
hands. 

"Come on," Kevin said, pulling his dick out and holding it tightly with both 
hands. His muscular body shivered as he struggled to fight down the rising 
cum. His balls were tight against his fat dickroot. At the same time Bob 
slid from the bed. Christina stared wide-eyed at the men, ashamed now at her 
participation in this scene. 

"You heard him," Jeff growled, studying the ropes and selecting several for 
his purposes. 

Christina slipped from the bed and stood to one side, shyly covering up her 
tits and cunt with her arms and hands as best she could. It was a silly move 
considering what she'd been through ... silly but instinctive. Her mother's 
moral training stuck in an odd way even now. 

"Bend down," Jeff ordered. 

Christina had to obey. Reluctantly she did what she was told, her eyes 
darting from one man to the other. Jeff knelt to one side, shoving her feet 
up against the bottom front crossbeam of her bed. He took her wrists and 
placed them on her ankles, looping one piece of the clothesline around her 
left hand and foot. He secured the doubled rope with a figure-eight knot. 

The young man did the same with Christina's right wrist and ankle, smiling 
while the girl watched and whimpered. She felt the cool air of the room 
blowing against her still-heated cuntal walls and asshole. 

Jeff finished by securing her bound wrists and ankles to the bottom 
crossbeam and front legs of the bed. These bonds forced Christina's legs to 
remain spread widely apart. Her body doubled in that way made a perfect 
A-frame. Christina let her head hang down, her hair brushing over the 
mattress. 

"A nice ass. Bet we could make it even hotter than it is," Kevin mused. He 
reached down for his belt, sliding it from the belt loops, then doubling it 
over in one hand. 

Christina waited breathlessly, feeling she was going to faint from the 
anticipation of what was about to happen to her. Then there was a whistling 
of something cutting the air, followed by a cracking sound. Christina felt 
the sharp blow, felt the flush "of heat from her injured flesh. They were 
beating her, laughing and beating her! The belt sliced her flesh again and 
again, crisscrossing, heating her ass up to the temperature of her throbbing 
pussy. Christina groaned, muffling her screams as she struggled to keep from 
fainting. For the first time in days, she wished her mother would come in 
and help her. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Ohhhh, stop it, please, I'll do anything," Christina begged in a tight 
voice. 

"Baby, you'll do anything anyways," Kevin said, wiping the sweat from his 
forehead. The belt hung at his side. He saw the welts rising from her white 
flesh. His cock was sticking straight out from his groin like a giant barber 
pole. Glancing between her thighs, he noticed two distinct clear rivers of 
pussy-juice trickling down toward her ankles. "The bitch digs it," he 
commented, flicking the belt against her wet flesh. 

Christina let out a sharp cry, her asscheeks jiggling with her jerky 
movements. Her arms and legs ached from the awkward bound position. If only 
he'd loosen the ropes around her wrists and ankles. They throbbed so. And 
every time Kevin sliced the belt across her flesh she jerked, chafing her 
skin against the tough clothesline binding her. She twisted her head around, 
biting the bedspread, tearing the soft cotton material as the pain pulsed 
out from her injured ass to her cunt. 

"Let's see if she's hot enough to cry when I fuck her," Kevin said, letting 
the belt drop. He inched forward, hooking his hands around her hipbones and 
driving his cock down. 

"Alyeeee!" 

Christina hadn't realized how hot her pussy was until half of Kevin's cock 
shoved into her. The young woman's eyes bugged out while her knees bent. She 
gasped again, feeling her pussy-muscles cramp, then snap down on the 
invading cock. Kevin laughed, wiggling his hips from side to side while 
pinching her flesh until it turned black and blue. His balls were riding 
high, pressing hard against his cock-root while he fucked her rapidly with 
half his cock-shaft. 

"Maybe the little cunt digs gettin' it in both ends," Jeff said as he 
crawled onto the bed and dropped his pants. Christina rolled her eyes up 
just in time to see him fall on his knees, slide up to her face, then reach 
down for her hair. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Jeff curled his fingers around several strands of her blonde hair and jerked 
up. Christina thought he was going to tear them from her scalp. Her eyelids 
fluttered while air rushed from her opened mouth in a silent scream. 

"This'll shut her up," he commented, shoving his knees under her chin and 
hunching up. Christina gagged, spit rolling down her throat while Jeff made 
her suck him off. He was brutal, tugging up at her hair, making her cry and 
gag while Kevin kept hammering his cock against her clit. She couldn't 
breathe any longer when Jeff continually kept throating her, blocking her 
air passage with his dick. In a desperate move, Christina peeled her lips 
back and bit down. 

"Ooowww, fuck!" Jeff cried, slapping the young woman hard across her head 
and pulling his dick out. He held it, rolling back on the bed and curling 
his legs up to his chest while moaning loudly. 

"Hey, you hurt bad?" Kevin asked, pulling his cock out with a squishy pop. 

"No, no, man," the dark-haired boy said after some time. He stared angrily 
at Christina who was sobbing. 

"I couldn't breathe!" she cried in explanation. 

"Yeah, you'll live," Kevin said, glancing at his buddy's prick. "But we 
gotta teach this one a lesson." 

"Let me do it," Jeff said, sliding his trousers up over his injured cock. 
Fortunately Christina's teeth had done more injury to his pride than to his 
cock. Sliding off the bed he asked Bob for his cigarettes, pulling one out 
and lighting it. He puffed angrily on it, pacing back and forth, staring at 
the girl's exposed pussy while Kevin watched with a smile on his face. 

"What ... what are you going to do to me?" Christina stammered. She smelled 
the acrid smoke from the burning cigarette. Trembling, the blonde teenager 
twisted her head around and saw Jeff standing with the cigarette poised 
between his fingers, aimed right at her cunt. In a flash, the girl knew what 
he was going to do. Her hair stood on end. 

"On ... no, my God ... no ... don't!" 

Her eyes widened, the sight of the cigarette filling her eyes. It burned 
itself into her brain. The fucking, the beating, and now this. Would she be 
disfigured, ruined for life? Christina let out a low groan as Jeff lowered 
the cigarette. He moved it down to her knees, warming her flesh. 

"Oh!" 

Christina let out a whimper, every nerve ending alive, expectant. 

The cigarette moved along, creating a reddened path of burned flesh. The 
scalding heat singed her tender flesh. Her blonde cunt-hairs shriveled, 
smoldering down to her soft, moist mound. Christina cried out for them to 
stop. She begged them she wouldn't do anything to make them angry again. 

But Kevin was enjoying her pain and fear too much to stop now. The bitter 
smell of the burned hair was nauseating. The young woman began screaming 
louder, tugging .wildly at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles bound 
tightly to the bed. 

"Yeah, baby, scream it out, man. Ain't nobody gonna come here and help you," 
Kevin said. 

His hands were shaking from the thrill he felt. It was almost like taking 
poppers or snorting coke. Watching the girl's ass jiggle frantically in 
front of him, watching her skin quiver as he dropped the cigarette closer to 
the flesh, it all made him high with power and excitement. 

The glowing cigarette slowly moved closer to the center of her cunt. 
Christina's face was a mask of intense concentration. Her eyes stared at the 
wall while a soft, wheezing breathing coming from her throat filled the 
silent room. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and out from under her 
arms. Digging her fingernails into her ankles, Christina waited for the 
inevitable pain. The heat from the cigarette was already baking her crotch, 
burning into her pulsing hole without ever touching her flesh. Soon, she 
knew, Kevin would touch the glowing tip against some part of her body, 
creating terrible agony. 

"You dig it, don't you, honey? You really love it," he whispered. 

"No, no, it's not true," Christina cried, shaking her head from side to 
side. She closed her eyes, biting her lower hp, denying that she enjoyed 
this torture, this awful degradation. 

But the truth was that overriding her definite feelings of anger and terror 
was an odd sensation of pleasure throbbing in her cunt. As the heat curled 
into her pussy, the young woman felt her clit reacting powerfully to this 
torture. The radiating energy from that cigarette was like a hot, sucking 
mouth, fondling her tiny clit, dragging on it, pinching it without the hot 
ashes even touching it. 

"No! Eeeee!" Christina cried as she felt a tiny orgasm sweep through her 
pussy. 

"Man, she's poppin' off," Kevin said, shaking his head back and forth in 
disbelief. Christina was hotter than her mother, something that was almost 
unbelievable for the young man, although he suspected it earlier. 

"No, no I'm not," Christina gasped, her knees bending again. She was falling 
toward the floor, feeling all strength leaving her as her orgasm continued. 
It was with great effort the young woman managed to fight through the red 
fog settling over her brain and remain standing in that bent-over position. 

"Trying to lie, eh?" Kevin said, smiling as he moved the cigarette back to 
her inner thighs. 

Christina cringed again, letting out small animal sounds when she felt that 
searing heat. The smell of that burning tobacco combined with the odor of 
her burning body fuzz. She writhed against the ropes holding her arms and 
legs prisoner, a little sob escaping from her throat. 

Kevin's eyes glittered as he finally dropped the burning cigarette to her 
flesh, then dragged it along the line of one bulging tendon. 

Christina strained not to scream out. The sensation of what was happening 
was so strange. There was intense cold, followed quickly by numbness and 
then a combination of heat and agonizing pain. Kevin waited for the girl to 
scream, to beg him to take the cigarette away from her body. 

But the young blonde bit her lower lip, remaining quiet except for a few 
muffled grunts and moans. 

"Unnghhhh!" Christina cried, twisting her head around and biting at the 
bedspread. A scream was rising in her throat as the cigarette moved toward 
her juicy pussy. He was going to burn her cunt! The thought of that 
instrument of torture singeing her pussy-walls terrified her. 

"Yeah," Kevin said, smiling as he pulled the cigarette away, then dropped it 
right in the middle of her pussy. There was a hissing sound as Christina's 
flowing juices put out the tip. But the young man's plan had worked. 
Christina stiffened, her eyes bugging out while her face drained white. 
Twisting open her mouth, the blonde teenager let out a shriek of agony. With 
a tearing pain in her throat, Christina kept screaming like an injured 
animal, crying out until the pain finally went away. With a strangled, 
choked moan, the young woman sank to the floor, the ropes cutting cruelly 
into her ankles and wrists. 

Kevin stepped back, looking down at the semiconscious blonde teen. His 
thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. 

"It's the old lady. Come on," Kevin said, jerking his head backward in a 
signal for the men to hide in the room. 

Christina was on the floor, unaware of what was going on. Had she known, she 
might have screamed for her mother to run for help. Instead she sat in front 
of the bed, her hands and wrists still bound together. Christina sobbed, 
feeling the pain slowly ebb. 

In the living room, Laura had bolted the front door shut. The sick worry she 
felt all day about Christina running from the house had plagued her 
relentlessly. Guilt followed her around whatever she did. Finally unable to 
stay in the house waiting for her daughter to return, the woman left, taking 
her car in a futile search for Christina. It was a stupid thing to do. Laura 
realized she knew little about her daughter's social life. Christina could 
be anywhere with a friend. And the woman was too proud at this point to 
start making hysterical phone calls, revealing family problems to near 
strangers. 

So she patrolled the nearby streets, nearly rear ending several cars while 
she peered through the windows searching for her daughter. It had been a 
shot in the dark at best. Laura found nothing, her heart sinking as the 
minutes slipped by. Now in her living room, the woman was close to tears. 
Her world was collapsing around her fast and she didn't know how to stop it. 

Laura's thoughts were interrupted by the howling sounds of Sport in the 
basement. The woman wrinkled up her forehead in confusion. Surely she'd 
chased him outside earlier. What was he doing in the house? A spark of hope 
shot through the woman. Christina! She must have come home! 

Dashing through the living room, Laura ran into the kitchen, only to stop in 
the doorway when she spotted her daughter's shorts lying on the floor next 
to the halter. Laura studied them, her mind whirling around. Why had 
Christina disrobed in here unless ... A terrible thought entered her head, 
reinforced when she heard moaning sounds coming from down the hallway. 

The little slut! Laura thought, her fingers curling into a tight fist. 
Christina must have brought someone home purposely to torture Laura, and now 
she was having sex with him openly. But how could she deal with something 
like that, especially when her daughter had caught her red-handed with a man 
half her age? 

The older woman closed her eyes and leaned against the refrigerator. She 
wanted to cry. Would she ever be able to handle her daughter again? A 
particularly loud groan snapped her back to reality. This had gone far 
enough. Whatever she'd done, Laura was still her mother. Christina would 
have to listen to her as long as she lived under this roof. And fucking like 
this at her age, well, it just wouldn't be tolerated! 

Laura pushed herself away from the refrigerator and marched down the 
hallway, her pulse racing as she entered her daughter's bedroom and started 
berating the young teenager. 

"Now you listen...." 

Laura stopped in mid-sentence, shocked by what she found. What was Christina 
doing on the floor bound like this? And the moans, she realized, were more 
from pain than from pleasure. She started to kneel down when she realized 
there were others in the room. 

"Oh!" 

Bob and Jeff rushed from behind the door, grabbing her arms and pinning them 
against the small of her back. Laura struggled, her legs becoming entangled 
with one another. Rapists, thieves! The thoughts shot through her brain 
until she caught sight of Kevin still holding that burning cigarette. 
Quickly Laura realized what had probably gone on. 

"Let her go," she hissed, glancing down at her daughter. 

"Why? She's hotter 'n you. This here's Jeff and Bob, a cOuple of my frat 
brothers. I would've brought the whole damned house down here. Most of them 
were in class, though. I'll bet you and your daughter could take care of the 
whole damned UCLA football team ... and probably do it under an hour," Kevin 
added with a smirk. 

Laura winced at the insult. 

"Do what you want with me, but let her go," Laura pleaded. 

"Oh, I'm gonna do what I want with you anyway. But we're gonna keep her 
around for more fun," Kevin said, indicating her daughter with a nod. 

Christina rolled her head to one side. For the first time she saw her 
mother. 

"I'm sorry, Mom. I brought him here to hurt you. Oh, I didn't know this was 
going to happen," Christina sobbed. She closed her eyes, hot tears rolling 
down her cheeks. 

"Oh, honey...." Laura wanted to kill these men with her bare hands. But Jeff 
and Bob held her arms pinned tightly. 

"Bet you'd love to see your daughter in action, eh?" Kevin asked, raising 
his eyebrows and smiling mockingly at her. 

"You sick animal," Laura growled. So this had been the wonderful young man 
she'd let into her house and bedroom! If only she'd studied him more 
carefully she might have seen this streak of animal cruelty in him and shown 
him the door. 

"Sick, eh? Have at her guys," Kevin said, nodding down at Christina. 

Jeff and Bob reached down and untied Christina quickly. At first the young 
woman groaned her thanks, rubbing her chafed wrists and ankles against her 
legs. How good it was to be untied, to feel her muscles relaxing. Then 
Christina realized both men were hard, their cocks long and thick and 
pointed right at her. She jerked her head around and peered fearfully up at 
her mother. 

"Don't let them hurt me!" she wailed. 

But Laura could do nothing except watch helplessly. 

Bob got behind her, reaching around and pinching her tits with his callused 
fingers. Her tits jiggled around from the violent movements, her nipples 
getting hard. Christina felt his dick rubbing against her asscheeks, rolling 
into her ass-crack and sliding up and down. 

Jeff moved in front, dropping his head and kissing her on the mouth while 
humping his dick over her cuntal mound. 

Laura turned away, sickened by the sight of her daughter humiliated in this 
fashion. Kevin was enjoying the scene, encouraging his buddies to hurt the 
teenager while they dry-fucked her. 

Christina was at first horrified. Two men were fucking her, sandwiching her 
in between their hard, thick-muscled bodies while her mother looked on. But 
all the beating and humiliation had done their work. Slowly the girl forgot 
about Laura, about her pride, about what little morality she had left. 
Slowly the girl realized her belly and cunt were a riot of pleasurable 
sensations. And with each pinch and slap her body heat rose. 

"Come on," Jeff said, pushing her toward the bed. 

Christina obeyed without hesitation, finding herself on the bedspread on her 
side. Jeff was behind her now, spreading open her asscheeks and kneading her 
firm tight flesh. His cock leaked pre-cum. It was more than enough to lube 
up her tight little shitter. Christina didn't care about being assfucked 
now. She was too hot, too confused to fight anyone off. In fact, the teen 
wanted both men in her at the same time. A wave of lust destroyed everything 
in her consciousness except the wild desire to fuck like a crazed animal. 

Bob hunched up, shoving his cock against her lower belly. He tongued her 
mouth hungrily, pinching her nipples, rolling them around between his thumb 
and forefinger until Christina thought he was going to tear them off. Behind 
her, Jeff was working more quickly. Soon she was going to have two men 
fucking her at once! With an insane giggle, Christina gave herself totally 
up to the wild sensations raking her body. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Christina whipped her hips back to draw Jeff in deeper. As she writhed, her 
mind a blank except for the lewd sensations assailing her, Bob worked his 
fingers into her cunt. Christina groaned, jerking her body from side to side 
as she felt his jagged fingernails teasing her pulsing, slick cuntal walls. 
Her clit was swelling, almost reaching for the young man's probing fingers. 
She moaned again, kissing Bob back passionately. With another movement the 
young girl felt Jeff pressing his dick-head against the wrinkled flesh of 
her asshole. Oh, he was going to push it in now! Christina heard him telling 
her to relax, to shove her ass back a little more so he could fuck her at a 
better angle. 

The pressure against her asshole was increasing. She felt his fingers moving 
around her ass, finally dropping away as he shoved down again. 

"Ohhhhh!" Christina moaned into Bob's mouth. 

Jeff pushed down as hard as he could, his dick bending in the middle at 
first. Then slowly the head slipped into her tight little hole, pushing 
aside the relaxing sphincter muscles and slipping in on a thick lube of his 
pre-cum. 

Christina wiggled her ass encouragingly. At first she felt a dull ache 
radiating out from her shitter into her pussy. She wanted to pull away. But 
Bob and Jeff held her firmly. Then slowly the young teen found herself 
accepting that ass-fucking, actually enjoying it. A spicy kind of heat 
radiated up from her hole, shooting directly to her clit. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" 

She moaned again, more loudly than the first time. Her hips jerked back and 
forth while Jeff fucked her faster from behind. Christina could feel his 
balls slapping against her asscheeks. Yes, yes, stuffed with two cocks! How 
would it feel with both of them pistoning in and out of her body at the same 
time? 

Laura stared at her fucking daughter, her face a mask of pain and agony 
.This was the result of her sexual freedom ... her daughter sprawled there 
on the bed, fucked by two animals, screaming like a madwoman while her 
mother watched from the sidelines. 

"You dig it, baby? You wanna wind up like that?" Kevin taunted. 

"Animal!" she shrieked, turning around and throwing herself onto Kevin. She 
realized nothing had been holding her back from doing this. Only fear they 
would harm her daughter even more kept her silent. But now Laura fought with 
Kevin like a tigress. 

"Stupid bitch," he countered, jerking his face away from her curled, clawing 
fingers. 

After some struggling the young man grabbed both her arms, holding them to 
one side, twisting them around until Laura thought he was going to break 
them. 

"Please," she cried in a strangled whisper. 

He was pushing her down, forcing her to the floor just as he'd done before. 
The woman looked up pleadingly. But again as before there was no mercy in 
his face. Then with his knee Kevin knocked Laura hard in the chin, sending 
her sprawling half-conscious on the floor. 

"Ohhh, yes, fuck, fuck," Christina groaned. 

Bob had just slipped his cock into her hot squishy hole. Christina arched 
her back, letting out a long, low moan of delight. How good it was to feel 
that dick-head pushing aside her throbbing cuntal walls. And behind her Jeff 
was still fucking her ass. His breathing was becoming short, labored. At 
times he stopped his pistoning movements, his breath stopping, then 
returning. She knew he was close, close to popping off in her bowels. 

"Man, you gonna come soon?" he gasped, peering over her shoulders at his 
buddy. 

"Close, close, too," Bob moaned. 

His hands were on her tits, his fingers playing with the hot fleshy mounds 
while his dick trenched out her hole. Christina felt her cuntal muscles 
cramping, holding tightly onto his sinking dick as it shoved aside the 
moist, silky walls of her pussy. 

"Man, you're gonna cut it off you keep doing that," he said, smiling weakly 
at her. 

"I can't help it," Christina moaned back. These weren't men out to hurt her. 
No, they were her lovers, men who wanted to give her as much pleasure as she 
could handle. And for that Christina suspected she was nothing better than a 
bottomless pit. 

"Man, now, man!" Jeff cried, his body slamming hard against her back. 

Christina groaned, loving the sensation of his belly pressing against the 
small curve of her back. He was shooting, filling her tight little asshole 
with his jism. She could feel the steady pulsing beat of his cum shooting 
into her shitter. 

The blonde teenager was dizzy. Every hole was invaded with dick-meat it 
seemed. She was one big clit, every nerve ending of her body throbbing with 
lust. Bob let out a shout in front of her, a clue he was coming. Why was she 
holding back? Christina kicked free of all restraints and felt herself 
spinning away from the world. They were all coming now, their bodies 
twitching and jerking as if someone had touched them all with a thousand 
volt electric wire. 

"Ahhhhhlyeeee!" the girl screamed. She felt inundated in hot creamy jizz. 
She drank in all that cum. She wanted them to fuck her silly, to drive all 
thoughts of morality, of her mother, of everything except fucking out of her 
mind. 

In a minute they pulled away, leaving her satisfied and weary on the bed. 
She lay there, dozing, enjoying the warm glow creeping over her flesh. 

"Oh, Christina, how ... how could you?" Laura whispered tightly, slowly 
turning away from her daughter. 

"Tie her up so she doesn't get loose," Kevin said, nodding toward the girl. 

"What...?" Christina murmured, feeling the clothesline once more tighten 
about her wrists and ankles. 

Bob and Jeff worked quickly, drawing the teen's hands high over her head and 
fastening them to the rear bedposts. Just as they spread her long white legs 
apart and began tying them to the front legs, Laura bolted. 

"I'll get her. You finish up," Kevin said, rushing out of the bedroom after 
her. 

Laura felt nothing but sheer animal terror as she careened down the hallway, 
her arms stretched out in front of her. If only she could reach the front 
door! She'd dash out into the street and scream for help. At this point, 
Laura didn't care what the neighbors would think once they came in and found 
Christina and the men. God only knows they were probably talking about the 
scene they'd witnessed days ago when Kevin had slapped her around. 

"Oh!" 

Kevin was right behind her. Laura slid on the slippery polished wool. 
Catching herself, the woman turned left and started for the living room when 
she felt Kevin grab her hair from behind. He pulled back hard, nearly 
tearing it from her scalp. 

"Ahhhghhh!" Laura cried, her head snapping back while her eyelids fluttered. 
The woman felt her knees giving way under the pain and pressure. With 
another howl, Laura tumbled to the floor, her arms stretched to either side. 

"Thought you'd get away, eh?" Kevin sneered, drawing up close behind her. He 
still had her hair, pulling up hard. "You're not goin' anywhere until we 
finish with you and your daughter. After all, a good UCLA frat man finishes 
what he starts." 

"You animal," Laura repeated, twisting on the floor. She didn't care any 
longer about the pain tearing at her scalp. She wanted to rip his face off, 
kick him in the balls, destroy the man who had caused her so much pain and 
humiliation. 

Kevin only laughed, moving forward toward the sofa. He pulled her by the 
hair, dragging her moaning, kicking and shrieking across the carpeted floor. 
The woman was nearly hysterical, barely conscious of what was happening 
around her. Laura accidentally kicked over an end table near the large 
couch, sending a table lamp crashing to the floor. She felt the carpeting 
burning the backs of her legs as Kevin dragged her a few more feet. 

"Feisty bitch, eh?" he muttered, letting go of her hair and grabbing her 
around the waist. 

Laura twisted around in his tight grip, beating at him with he fists, 
kicking as hard as she could. Her shoes flew off, crashing against the far 
wall while her dress tore in several places. The woman's face was red with 
anger and excitement, a whirlwind of activity as Kevin moved her toward the 
couch and flung her down. 

"Oh!" Laura screamed, trying to sit back up and get off the couch. 

"Man, I remember how fuckin' hot you were. Bet your cunt's still boilin', 
right?" Kevin said thickly. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips, 
then slid onto her body, resting her knees finally on her upper arms. 

The weight of Kevin on her thighs and torso was crushing. Laura twisted as 
best she could, her mouth a tight scar as he towered over her. She twisted 
like a madwoman, her legs tangling together, her dress tearing even more 
while her long blonde hair hung in front of her face. She grunted and 
growled like a trapped animal, thinking about Christina, thinking about the 
kind of fool she'd been in front of this man and her daughter. 

"Bitch," Kevin whispered, raising one hand, then sending it down against her 
face in a broad arch. 

Laura cringed, her eyes widening as she realized what he was about to do. 
"Don't!" she cried. 

But the slap silenced the woman. Laura shrieked, then screamed again as the 
big college stud backhanded her. Again and again he slapped her, the force 
of the blows snapping her head from side to side. 

Quickly Laura grew quiet, her cries turning to sobs of fear and pain. She 
begged Kevin to slide back. Her arms were aching, throbbing as his knees 
crushed them. She saw his bulging fly only inches away from her face. Was he 
going to make her suck him off?" 

"Okay, we got her tied down," Jeff said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. 

"Wanna have a little fun with this one? You up to it after fuckin' her 
daughter in there?" Kevin asked, turning his head around and grinning at his 
buddy. 

"Yeah, sure," Jeff said. 

"No!" she screamed. 

"Let's take her to the middle of the room. Turn that chair over," Kevin said 
to his buddy. "Let me go!" 

Kevin grew tired of her screaming, clamping one hand over her mouth. He 
dragged her kicking, biting and screaming to the position he'd indicated 
earlier. 

"Yeah, right there," Kevin said as Jeff took a stuffed chair and laid it on 
its side. Laura still tried to kick at them but it was futile. She was 
terrified of what they'd do to Christina once they finished with her. If 
only she she could let out a good loud bellow to attract the neighbors. But 
Kevin had stuffed a foul smelling handkerchief into her mouth before draping 
her over the chair. The armrest jammed hard into her belly as Jeff ripped 
her dress up from behind. Rough hands up and down her thighs told the woman 
yet another test of her endurance was about to begin. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Man, she's no old bag," Jeff said in a soft, quivering voice. 

"She's all woman, buddy. All woman. She's better than half those broads on 
campus," Kevin commented. "And you can smell her! Fuck, she's really juicin' 
even now," the young man said with some surprise. 

They both squatted, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Laura's 
eyes grew big, staring unblinking at the opposite wall. A wild pulse erupted 
in her body while her nipples grew hard and thick. She was spilling more 
fuck-oil, the hot cunt-butter greasing down her furry outer pussylips. They 
were tearing her clothes off, ripping her dress, her bra and finally her 
pink nylon panties from her body until they'd stripped her completely. At 
times Laura tried to fight back, clutching at some torn remnant of material 
still clinging to her body. 

But Kevin only hit her across the face, promising to "clean up the house" 
with her if she tried anything else that displeased him. 

If only she could break away. It was impossible to talk herself out of this 
situation. Both of them were beyond reasoning. Kevin and Jeff had one thing 
in mind. Once they finished it, they were talking about going back to 
Christina and having "a little more fun." 

Laura could only guess with a shudder what that meant. More raping for her 
daughter, more humiliation, then back to her! When would it end? They seemed 
to have an unending source of sexual energy and brutality. 

Laura heard muffled grunts. Twisting her head around she saw both men had 
become fully aroused, their cocks swollen and dark purple. For a second, the 
woman broke away from Jeff's grasp and darted backward on her ass toward the 
door. She fell over onto her side, letting out a strangled gasp. They 
laughed, got hold of her again and draped her back over the overturned 
chair. 

"Get the rope. You didn't use it all on the girl, did you?" Kevin asked, 
holding Laura against the chair. 

"Naw," Jeff said, scrambling to his feet and running down the hall. He 
returned with several pieces and tied her wrists together. 

"We can't fuck her like that," Jeff said. 

"Not unless we fuck her in the ass, just like the daughter," Kevin said, 
laughing after jabbing the side of Laura's face with one knee. 

"You think her ass is as tender as the daughter's?" Jeff asked, sliding back 
and picking up a long piece of rope. 

"Older meat needs tenderizing," Kevin said, knowing what his buddy had in 
mind. 

Laura wondered what they were talking about. Then the hiss in the air told 
her everything. The piece of line came down, slapping against her asscheeks. 
The woman screamed, tightening her asscheeks as a small welt rose from her 
flesh. The blows came again and again, making her flesh erupt into goose 
pimples. Her cunt snapped closed on thin air while her clit tingled, waiting 
for the next blow. How delicious it was to be humiliated like this, beaten 
like this. It was punishment, just punishment for all the anguish she'd 
caused her daughter. 

Another blow cut into her ass-crack, sending the woman almost over the side 
of the chair. Kevin held her down by draping one arm over her back. 

But he didn't have to worry about her trying to run away now. The blows 
heated her ass up as predicted, making her pussy steam and quiver as well. 
She opened her crotch, forcing her hips against the scratchy material that 
covered the armrest of the chair. She felt it tickling her slick pussy 
tissues. With a few more adjustments, Laura was rubbing her clit against the 
chair, feeling the rough material draw her higher and higher toward orgasm. 

She threw her head back when the next blow sliced across both jiggling, 
reddened asscheeks. Her spine straightened, her head raised at a sharp angle 
to the chair. It was as if that piece of line were a hammer, pounding her 
into the ground. She couldn't stand this. In a flash the woman realized to 
her shame that she needed something in her pussy. 

"Whew, work!" Jeff said, stopping for a second. Kevin reached down and 
smoothed his fingers over her pussy. He smiled, raised his eyebrows in 
delight as he watched her outer cuntlips quiver then snap shut like the 
shells of a clam. 

"She's hot and wet, just like a hot woman should be," he commented. 

While his buddy rested, the young man drew up behind her. It didn't take 
long for Kevin to slip his dick into her hole. The wet lips cushioned his 
hard, pistoning thrusts. Laura twisted her head around, Ml closing her eyes, 
letting out muffled groans of unspeakable delight. All caution, all humility 
were thrown away. Hot chilly flashes of excitement raced through her 
tortured body. Her long hair fell over her face, clinging to her damp 
cheeks. Her body was a riot of conflicting emotions and feelings. "Oh, oh, 
ohhhh!" 

Laura shook her ass, making the heavy muscles dance and jump, driving the 
man fucking her from behind wild with joy. 

"She's better 'n I remember her," Kevin grunted, his face turning red. 

Laura screamed, matching his groans. Fucking this way after having been 
beaten on the ass with that rope drove her satisfaction to wild heights. Let 
them rape her, beat her, knock her to the ground. It was the kind of 
punishment she deserved, the kind of degradation she loved secretly all her 
life. 

Kevin shot off quickly, spurting out his cum into her sucking hole. 

"Sloppy seconds?" Jeff said after Kevin withdrew. 

"Better than nothing." 

"I'll get the asshole," Jeff said after thinking for a few seconds. 

"No, no, no," Laura protested weakly. 

But Jeff had already pulled her down from the chair, spun her around on her 
back and slipped her calves over his broad shoulders. He spat on his dick, 
greasing it down with his thick hot saliva while rolling the woman back onto 
the floor until only her shoulders and neck touched the carpeting. 

Laura squealed like a stuck pig, jerking her ass around when she felt two of 
his fingers enter her asshole and scrape against the tender bowel lining. 
She beat her feet gently against his throat, then surrendered completely to 
the big man. He was rolling forward, shoving his cock against her shitter. 

Just then the sound of a door crashing open shattered the thickened silence. 
Laura jerked to consciousness, knowing it was Sport who had somehow weakened 
the door, managing to open the basement door and dash into the living room. 

"What...?" Kevin said, backing away as the dog eyed him suspiciously. A low 
growl came from his throat as the young man started to reach for a table 
lamp. 

"No, don't hurt him. He won't do anything," Laura whispered. This was her 
chance, her opportunity to stop this insanity. All she had to do was scream, 
show the dog she needed help. But all she could do was lie there quietly. 

"Nice looking dog," Kevin commented, moving his hand away from the lamp. He 
was going to use it as a weapon, then realized the animal would do nothing 
if Laura didn't call for him. And at this point the woman wasn't about to do 
anything to stop the men from having their way with her. 

"Man, that mutt makes me nervous," Jeff said, backing away and wiping beads 
of sweat from his forehead. His hard-on had gone down as he watched the dog 
prowling around him. "Come on, suck it, honey. Maybe that'll get it going." 

Laura didn't think twice. She wiggled off the chair, kneeling modestly in 
front of Jeff, her bound wrists in her lap. He twisted around, lying on his 
back and spreading his legs widely apart. Closing her eyes, Laura started to 
suck his veined cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips sucked around the 
flared head, her teeth occasionally nicking it. Then she slid down to have 
it touching the back of her throat. She was warming to the task when she 
felt the Irish setter's cold nose against her cunt-lips. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, jerking her head up and pulling her mouth off the 
dick. This was awful! Her hands were still tied together. She couldn't reach 
back and knock the dog away. Glancing nervously up at Kevin, she saw a 
flicker of realization of what was happening in his eyes. 

Sport moved around, bringing his hot tongue up through the sloppy mess of 
her cunt. She trembled like a bitch in heat. He liked the flavor, 
apparently, of Kevin's jizz mixed with her pussy-juice. 

"No, Sport!" she cried. 

"Come on, baby, it should be interesting," Kevin said with a sneer. "Keep 
suckin' that dick." 

Laura groaned, feeling so ashamed she could have died. But there was little 
she could do. Letting out another moan of revulsion, the woman went back to 
sucking cock, easing her head down until the drooling head was brushing her 
lips once again. 

"Oh, yeah, nibble on that mother, yeahhhhh!" Jeff sighed, hunching up to her 
mouth. She was nibbling on the side of his veined cock, tickling its 
hardness with her tongue-tip until he cried out. 

While Laura let her head fall over the shaft, the animal was busy behind 
her. He grunted, driving his tongue in wild lapping frenzies over her 
pussylips. His touch was much lighter, far more ticklish than before. He was 
going at her with the same hungry eagerness. But when the pink surface 
brushed her clit it was excruciatingly tickly ... very soft, so soft the 
woman thought she'd scream from frustration. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

Sport had centered his lapping attention against her clit now. The tiny pink 
lump had become an erect and sensitive finger. The dog was tonguing it 
continually, trying to flatten it down into her cuntlips. Laura danced her 
plump, rounded asscheeks around in frantic circles, moving that delicious 
little treat away from the dog. Sport whined, finding her clit again with 
the sharp line of his bottom fangs. 

Laura cried out once more, the vibrations of her moans tickling Jeff's 
throbbing rod and forcing him closer to orgasm. His balls were already 
pulled up high in their sac from the tension of her sucking mouth. He was 
pounding the floor, cursing loudly, at times holding her head with both 
hands so hard Laura thought he'd crush it. 

At the same time Laura could feel Sport's fangs. When he got excited she 
could always feel them. They were pressing hard into her soppy cunt-lips, 
rimming the aching, pulsing muscles guarding her pussy-mouth. She gasped 
with unashamed delight, her long hair sweeping over Jeff's muscled, swelling 
belly. 

Then suddenly the woman felt paws scratching her. There was some whimpering. 
Laura pulled away from the dick to say something. But it was far too late. 
Sport had slid onto her body, slipping his forepaws around her belly. 
Something very hot, very slick and very hard brushed against her inner 
thighs. He had mounted her, draped his body over hers! His long silky hair 
tickled the flesh of her back and sides. Laura cried out, dropping her mouth 
down to the root of Jeff's rod and gobbling it up while the Irish setter 
hunched his ass up, drew his dick across her asscheeks, then sliced his 
knobby prick into her hole. 

Laura thought the world had ended. Bright lights popped in front of her 
while the dog's prick pistoned in and out of her slit. The tiny bumps and 
knobs were like the protrusions of French ticklers, each one finding a 
particularly sensitive spot in her fuck-slit. She fucked back, raising her 
ass as high as she could and wiggling it back and forth to in crease the 
sloppy wet friction driving her wild. 

Jeff couldn't hold back another second and cut loose, sending gushes of 
white cum spattering against the back of Laura's throat. The woman choked, 
swallowing as much of the bleachy spunk as she could, then letting it drip 
from her mouth and splash onto Jeff's belly. 

"Man, the pooch's cuttin' loose, too," Kevin said. 

It was true! Laura felt the dog's cock swelling up inside her, pressing 
against the sides of her convulsing pussy. She was coming as hard and fast 
as Jeff had just done in her mouth. When the animal whined and howled as his 
prick shot off, Laura screamed, her cuntal walls crashing down against the 
animal's hunk of cock-meat. 

It was a grotesque scene, man and woman and dog writhing on the carpeting 
while Kevin watched from the sidelines. When it was over, Jeff slid out from 
under the moaning woman while the animal trotted away to another corner. 
Laura collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. In the background, she heard 
Bob laughing that he'd fucked her daughter once more in the mouth before 
finishing off in the cunt. 

"Guess we're through here, Mrs. Bettingfield," Kevin said with mock 
formality. The men had dressed, hitching up their zippers and tucking in 
their shirts. "Next time we have a frat party we'll call you and your 
daughter." 

Laura lay for a long time on the floor after the three college men had left. 
She thought about what had happened to her in the past few days-the 
reawakening of her sexuality, her gross perversion, her daughter's gross 
perversion! Was it so awful? Certainly most people would condemn her, laugh 
at her, scorn her. But wouldn't they have reacted the same way considering 
the circumstances? 

Slowly Laura rose from the floor, holding her head in both hands. Her 
pussy-walls were still slimy from the dog's cum. Shuddering the woman 
crawled to one end table, opening the drawer and pulling out a small dust 
cloth. Cleaning herself up as best as she could, Laura stood up unsteadily, 
staggering through the house to her daughter's bedroom. 

Christina lay sprawled across the bed, dark red marks on her wrists and 
ankles showing where the ropes had been. The bedspread was partially draped 
over her nude body where welts and whip marks appeared. 

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," Laura cried, putting both hands to her mouth, 
then rushing forward to the bed. Christina moaned when she felt her mother's 
soft hands caressing her face. 

"Are they gone?" she asked weakly, turning around and looking up at her 
mother. 

"Yes," Laura whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

"Will they ever come back?" Christina wasn't sure if she wanted to see them 
or not. She was feeling the same conflict of tension and emotion her mother 
was. 

"I ... don't know," Laura said, looking up from the girl. Did she want 
something like this to happen? It was something she and her daughter would 
have to talk about. If nothing else, this strange new riot of emotions had 
drawn them together. Both of them would have to deal with their newly found 
sexuality. Mother and daughter in the same world! How strange, and yet how 
wonderful. It would be a terrible challenge. But as she drew Christina to 
her breast and soothed the trembling girl, Laura knew that somehow they'd 
find a way out of this self-created emotional maze. 


THE END
