MOTHER'S 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 beginning to learn to discuss sex openly, 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 sex practices. In discussing sex with others, and just as importantly, admitting their
desires to themselves, people find out how truly normal they are, and learn to feel
comfortable with themselves and with others.
In MOTHER'S PET we see the sexual development of a mother and a daughter. One is
just discovering her sexuality, the other is finally facing up to hers. It is a story which
many of us should be able to relate to, a story with an important lesson for us all.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Stop it right now, Bobby!"
Eileen Brennen tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her shivering legs as she
scooted over to the other side of the car. It was a hot night and she'd worn only a
skimpy halter and a pair of her sexiest faded Levi short-shorts. Now the perky young
teenage blonde realized what a mistake that had been!
"Come on, Eileen, you don't have to play the big virgin now. Everybody at school
knows you've been doin' it with Jack Harrington," Bob Jackson said. He was leaning on
the steering wheel, his head resting on his hands while he tried to regain control of his
breathing. The two of them had been necking heavily when Eileen felt his fingers
creeping under the elastic leg bands of her panties. She had to put a stop to that sort of
familiarity, or God knows where it would lead to.
"That's a lie!" she retorted, her face flushing beet red. In fact, Eileen had dreamed of
fucking with Jack Harrington, the high school football team's star quarterback. Eileen
would sit in the bleachers during the home games with her friends and watch the
handsome athlete thread his way through the scrambling players on the field, his thick
muscled thighs bulging against his tight-fitting football uniform. "I've done nothing
with... him, or anybody else. Now take me home."
Bob sighed, staring hotly at the pretty young teenager. He'd taken Eileen out tonight;
hoping some heavy petting would lead to a hot, wild fuck. Like so many others, he
dreamed of trapping the blonde teen between his legs and shoving his cock up her
pussy. At this point it looked as if his fantasy would remain only a dream.
"Come on, Eileen. Nobody's gonna know," he said, changing his tactics. Reaching over,
the young man smoothed his fingers over her thigh. Eileen shuddered, sucking in her
lower lip and biting down hard. She was hot, hot enough to let down the defenses her
mother had so carefully taught her. "Don't let a man touch you until you're married, or
until you have enough money to do what you want," her mother said over and over
again and again until Eileen was sick of it. But she had to admit her mother made
sense. Several of her friends had been knocked up then abandoned by their lovers. No,
she wasn't going to wind up a sack of used goods with a baby in the bargain!
"It doesn't matter. I don't want to," she said, pushing the young man away a second
time.
Eileen did want to. She felt his black eyes burning her clothes off, felt his stare warming
her pussy and nipples. How her pussy swelled now, feeling oh so very tight and very
wet. Moving her hips subtly, the young woman let out a gaspy sigh, the rubbing
sensation of her slick cuntal walls driving her crazy.
"Well, I do," Bob said in a surprising show of force.
Eileen stared wide-eyed at him. Robert Jackson had always been so well-behaved. The
son of a prominent man here in Los Angeles, he studied hard, rose to the top of the
class and stayed there, managing to work his way up to star center of the school's prize
basketball team. He was lithe, slender and handsome in a strangely gaunt way. Eileen
was on free and easy terms with him at school, so she felt an innocent date that evening
would cause no problems.
"I said take me home, Bobby," the blonde teen demanded more firmly, feeling her
fingers curling and digging against her hot, sweaty thighs. Eileen darted a look between
his legs and realized to her horror that Bobby had pushed things to the limit.
Something terribly long and thick was jutting out from between his opened Levi's. A
thrill zapped through her, combining with a feeling of total helplessness. Slowly she
reached backward with one hand, searching for the door handle.
'Tuck you. You work me up, then tell me to go home. No way," Bobby said, his voice
trembling. He was pushing Eileen, unsure of her reactions, unsure of his own reactions.
He only knew he had to fuck her, had to spread her legs with his hands, roll on top of
the struggling woman and drive his dick home. He'd been fantasizing about fucking
Eileen for too long.
"Stop it, stop it!" she screamed, really feeling terror race through her now. She searched
frantically for the door handle with one hand while keeping the other free to fight him
away.
Her eyes raced back to his crotch.
"Oh!"
In the full moonlight filtering into the car, Eileen saw the thick purple cockhead
throbbing between his legs. She fell silent, breathing heavily as he pulled his pants
farther open and freed his powerful shaft. When his cock was completely exposed,
Bobby grabbed it hard with one hand and gave it a squeeze. Eileen gasped, reeling back
as she watched his big prick jerk and twist between his fingers.
"Come on, you do the same thing," he said, reaching toward Eileen.
"No, no!" she shouted, shrinking away from Bobby as if he had the plague.
"I said, touch it!" he growled.
The young athlete had never spoken this way to another person before. The strange low
trembling dominating his voice surprised him as much as Eileen. But he could only
think of his dick and her cunt now. Something dark, something powerful had taken
over both of them and was propelling these two young teenagers toward a destiny
neither of them could guess at now.
"Don't do that," she shouted. "Leave me alone. I wanna go home!" Eileen wailed,
jerking her head to one side.
"You want my dick," he said with such an air of certainty that Eileen was stunned.
"I want no such thing," she wailed. Her body was trembling. She was almost in tears.
She knew he was right, feeling her heart pounding, her pussy so hot and slippery she
could hardly stand it.
"Come on, I wanna feel your hand on my dick," Bobby whispered.
She felt his fingers covering hers. Something warm and slippery was on his hand, that
something being, she knew, cock juice! Although Eileen had never gone this far with a
man before, she'd listened to her girlfriends, giggling with them in the school
bathrooms as stories about fucking were passed around as freely as forbidden cigarettes.
Now Eileen found to her horror she was experiencing one of these stories firsthand!
"No, leave me alone! Please, please, please!" she begged, struggling futilely against his
grip. She couldn't break it. Slowly he pulled her hand toward his rod, shoving his legs
farther apart and inching toward the young teen. "Oh, Bobby, don't, my mother... oh,
God, what'll my mother say?" Eileen cried softly, her face red and pinched. Tears oozed
from her eyes, streaking her cheeks as she pictured her mother sitting quietly at home,
waiting for her "baby" to return from this date!
"She doesn't have to know," he gasped.
Eileen cried, feeling her pussy growing hotter and wetter. It was swelling so much she
thought it would burst like an overripe fruit. The ache in her nipples grew worse as he
forced her hand closer and closer.
"Feel it, rub it up and down, find out what a good hunk of cockmeat I got," Bobby said,
licking his dry lips. He was imitating what men said in all the fuck books he jacked off
to at home. And to his surprise, he found his filthy talk actually exciting Eileen.
Although she protested, wiggled, struggled against his overbearing manner, the young
blonde was quickly warming to the scene. He could almost feel the heat radiating from
between her legs.
"No, not true, not true," she panted.
"Yeah, you want my fat, slippery cock up between your legs, right?"
"You don't... don't know what... you're saying," she stammered.
If only she could get away from him for a second, get away from those words exciting
her, his touch that drove her nuts. But now his other hand was wrapping around her,
forcing her to put her fingers onto the head of his throbbing prick.
"Oh!"
She pulled back as if she'd just touched a burning stove. How strange it was to touch
that thing. She clenched her teeth, telling herself she wasn't going to go any further. If
Bobby were going to fuck her it would be rape.
But the sensations rippling through her tight young pussy told her differently.
"Man, you're gonna get one hell of a rodding, the best fuckin' you're ever gonna get,"
Bobby said, feeling the last of Eileen's resistance crumble.
Eileen felt her body melting into a hot lushness.
She kept hearing him say he was going to fuck her cunt until she couldn't take any
more. He kept telling her she was going to cry when he stuck his dick in her fuck hole.
Oh, how filthy all his talk was getting!
"No, oh, God, no, no!" she panted.
Yet she couldn't find the will to fight him. She was weak, oh so weak! Only her clit and
tit-tips seemed hard. They were so sensitive with swollen tissues and raw nerve endings
they felt as if they would explode. Eileen felt her fingers wrap around Bobby's cock. Her
heart skipped a beat. The young woman let out a gasp, her body stiffening as the fat,
steely thing between her fingers actually jerked and jumped like a tiny animal. Bobby
grunted, jerking his hips up and down quickly. She felt his rod sliding up and down in
her hand, greased heavily by his oozing pre-cum.
"Oh!"
The thick streams of fuck juice running down his thickly veined shaft made her palm
greasy. As his hot meaty dick kept throbbing, Eileen found herself squeezing it greedily.
Her hand jacked up and down, pulling the soft outer covering over the steely inner
core.
"Yeah, oh, yeah, do it," Bobby sighed, letting his head fall back. He sighed with
pleasure, relaxing against the car seat. Spreading his legs, he jerked his crotch up and
down, jacking off his dick while keeping his fingers closed tightly around Eileen's
fingers.
"Oh, what are you doing to me?" she cried pulling her hand away the moment he
relaxed his grip. Eileen curled into the far corner, wiping her lubed hands on her Levi
short-shorts. She wanted to get away, to breathe! It was so hot, so stuffy in the car.
Even with the windows rolled down the girl found it stifling.
"Hey, come back!" Bobby cried. Eileen had finally found the door handle and had
pushed it down. Nearly tumbling onto the ground, she managed to swing her legs
around and stand up. Eileen leaned against the front fender, her plump taut asscheeks
resting against the warm metal as she struggled to regain her normal breathing.
"Oh, oh!" she gasped, closing her eyes, fighting down the tension building in her cuntal
mound. What was she to do? They were miles away from any phone or major highway.
Driving up the Angeles Crest highway to the mountains overlooking Los Angeles had
seemed like such a good idea before. Now it turned her life into a nightmare!
"Come on, come on back in," Bobby said.
When he realized he'd lost some control in the situation, Bobby stuffed his dick back in
his Levi's, zipped up and climbed out of the car.
Eileen cried out sharply, hearing the driver's door slam shut. She heard him running
around the front, and she shoved herself away from the auto.
Got to get away, have to, she said to herself, running from Bobby. But her sandals
slipped over the loose gravel lining the side of the narrow mountain road. Stumbling,
nearly falling on her face, Eileen quickly gave up when she felt Bobby's hands wrap
around her waist and spin her around.
"You don't wanna get away, do you?" he asked, pushing her face toward his.
"No, leave me... alone," she panted.
But then she felt his lips touching hers, pressing hard against her mouth. Bobby pressed
forward until the two of them were locked together. Then his tongue pushed out and
started forcing its way between her lips. Eileen struggled against it, beating her tiny fists
against his chest. But like everything else, it was futile to struggle against this big young
athlete.
As his thick rough tongue lashed down her throat, Eileen felt one hand moving over
her bare belly, stroking her flesh. Oh, she felt so alive, so alert to every sound, every
touch!
He pulled back and nuzzled his lips against her neck, his hot breath blowing through
her hair. Then he moved back to Frenching her. At the same time, his hands worked
under her ass, moving across the naked flesh at the edge of her shorts. Every time he
squeezed, the valley between her legs pulled open. Before she could protest, she felt two
fingers wiggling under the hem of her shorts. As they rubbed over the skin separating
her shitter and cunt, sweet pussy juice seeped out until her panties were wet with it.
Eileen began to moan low and deep, hunching slowly against him.
As they kissed passionately, the girl could feel eight inches of hot dick pressing against
her slippery cunt lips. She'd seen that thing sticking up from between Bobby's legs in
the car and now wondered just how it would feel tightly fitted between her pussy lips!
Then Eileen remembered what her mother said about men fucking girls, about how
they'd knock them up and leave them high and dry.
"I can't do it. I promised my mother I wouldn't do it," the girl panted, pressing her
palms hard against Bob's chest and shoving herself away. Oh, how weak her knees
were. Eileen nearly sank to the ground.
"She's not gonna know. She's not gonna know anything," Bob whispered hotly. He
knew most of her resistance was gone. He could feel her leaning heavily against him in
spite of her words. He felt a flash of victory when she rolled her blue eyes up to him. In
them he read confusion, excitement, surrender. There were few cards left he'd have to
play correctly now.
"Ohhhhh!"
Bob took her in his hard-muscled arms again and kissed her passionately. Eileen felt his
tongue sliding back down her throat. She fought for air, breathing with whistling
sounds through her nostrils while his hands smoothed over her sides.
"Gonna fuck you now, honey, now," Bob whispered, pulling away from Eileen and
kissing her passionately on the throat, the neck, the chin. The blonde teen kept begging
him to stop. People would find them doing this terrible thing. Her mother would throw
her out of the house if she discovered what went on up here in the mountains.
But the young athlete was insistent. Guiding her away from the road, Bob looked for a
flat grassy area, finding one some forty feet from his Chevy.
"No, not in the open, oh... no, I..."
But when Bob settled on top of her body, his weight seemingly pushing her down deep
into the flattened field grass, Eileen surrendered completely. The smell of the damp
earth, the warm, humid evening air that hung like a heavy perfume – everything
excited the trembling young blonde. She felt as if she were floating with Bob, carrying
him across the star-filled black sky above her. His body seemed supported on the tips of
her high-riding tits while his cock kept jabbing at her belly and thighs. Eileen couldn't
stop herself from opening her mouth wide and sucking his tongue deeper inside. Oh,
how good it felt flicking over her tongue, her molars, her tonsils. Her legs moved apart
as he settled between them. The grass stubble tickled her naked flesh. Only then did the
girl realize she was moving her ass back and forth in a counter rhythm to Bob's fucking
motion.
"You're good and fine, Eileen, good and fine," he whispered.
"Am I?" she gasped, feeling a flush of pride. She was acting like a woman now,
arousing a man, making him want her body. Something instinctive took over then.
"Wanna go all the way?" he panted, kissing her bare shoulder, then running his tongue
down into her deep cleavage.
"Yes, yes, oh, yes," she whispered, licking her dry lips.
"Pussy, nice pussy," Bob said, working his fingers down low.
"Ohhhhh," Eileen moaned while his hands slid down farther, moving to the top button
of her Levi shorts. The blonde teenager groaned again, moving her ass from side to side
in sifting motions as Bob unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them open, then working his
fingers down under one of the elastic leg bands of her panties. He growled happily,
moving his hands over her hot, moist cuntal mound.
"Nice pussy, nice cunt," he whispered. Eileen heard him say that terrible word, a word
that would have shocked her mother. Yes, Eileen's prudish mother who refused to have
her talk about sex in the house. What would her attractive mother think if she could see
her daughter now? That thought made the teen almost laugh.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," she whispered back, sliding her hands around Bob's broad shoulders
and pulling him down hard against her. Suddenly Eileen's mother and her puritan
morality didn't mean a fucking thing.


Chapter 2

Creamy pussy juice foamed out from between her cunt lips, dripping onto Bob's
greedily working fingers as the young man milked her pussy flaps together. She could
hear a steady click-click sound that made her crazy with hot sexuality.
"Un, uhhhhhhh!" Eileen cried, bucking frantically against his hand. If only he'd touch
that buzzing, hot little bud so stiff at the upper junction of her cunt lips! She
remembered at times in bed she dared touch herself, dared to think of someone like
Bob or Jack fucking and touching her as she rubbed her fingers over her clit.
"You're gonna dig this," Bob said, working her shorts down over her knees, then
pulling them free of her toes. Eileen felt him curling his fingers around the waistband of
her panties. Another sudden shock of morality swept over her and she shoved her ass
down deep into the field grass.
"Oh, I don't know. I just don't..."
But Bob wasn't in the mood to reason with her now. He tugged down once, twice, then
a third time. The young woman felt his fingers curl into a fist. With a powerful tug he
ripped her panties open. A rush of cool air against her hot little pussy told the girl she
was completely exposed.
"Oh!" Eileen cried, trying to cover her naked snatch with both hands.
But Bob held her down, whispering dirty things to her. She was spread open, moaning
under her heavy breath. Eileen felt on fire, her cunt running with hot lava, overflowing
with frothy pussy juice.
"Man, good cunt, good hot pussy," Bob whispered in her ears, tickling them with the
tip of his long rough tongue.
Eileen thought she was going to die from excitement! He was rubbing her pussy lips
together. As the delicate flesh was rubbed and heated, the girl sought out Bob's tongue,
his wonderful sucking mouth. Her hands tightened around his neck, pulling his lips
tighter onto hers. Their tongues fought against one another while spit bubbled out and
dribbled down her chin.
"Pussy," Bob whispered again, dry fucking her while kissing her throat once again.
"Oh, yes, pussy, pussy," she cried back as she felt one finger slip inside her hole.
"Yeah, yeah," Bob said, sliding his finger in and out quickly.
Eileen rolled her head from side to side as the callused tip scraped her pussy walls.
Never had she felt anything so all-consuming before in her life. A man was on top of
her, his muscular weight pinning her down while he jabbed a finger in and out of her
drooling pussy. Hot, chilly flashes burned through her cunt. At times her pussy muscles
cramped, spasming as if someone had attached a live electric wire to them.
"I... oh, God, it's so good," she confessed, feeling a flush of shame. Her mother had told
her sex was only something necessary. A woman wasn't supposed to feel excited.
But even when her mother was telling her this, Eileen thought she caught something in
her mother's eye, a change in her mother's tone of voice. There was something that just
didn't ring true, something that told her her mother didn't believe a word of what she
was saying.
And now the girl realized the terrible lie her mother had been masking as truth.
"Nice tits," Bob sighed, sliding his hands up her bare belly to the tight-fitting halter. He
shoved his fingers under one cup and flicked them over her hard little nipple.
"Oh, funny... too tight," she gasped.
Bob smiled, shaking the sweat that was rolling down his forehead and burning into his
eyes. Putting both hands on her tits, the young man slowly worked the halter free,
sliding it finally from her shoulders. In the moonlight, he stared down at her huge tits,
the hard nipples looking like little mountain peaks.
"Big tits. Nice tits. I used to watch you walkin' down the corridors, wantin' to suck
those tits," Bob confessed.
He dropped his head forward, pinching one nipple while engulfing the other with his
mouth.
"Ohhhhh!"
Eileen was moaning in ecstasy as she felt his lips around her right tit-tip. His teeth bit
gently into the surrounding dark pink flesh while his tongue lashed teasingly over the
hard tip.
"Ohhh, so good, so nice and good," she moaned, pulling his head more tightly onto her
tits.
Bob responded by laving her tits with spit, washing the tense, sore tips until they were
throbbing with pleasure. Using his mouth and hands with an expertise that startled
Eileen, he worked over her milky flesh until he had the teen gasping for breath. She
clung to him like a drowning kitten, whimpering, sobbing, begging him to stop and
wanting him to continue more intensely. How strange it was to have him sliding his
fingers up and down her body, doing those wonderful things to her while the sharp
grass tickled her naked legs, working into the tight sweaty crack between her asscheeks.
"Man, you got me feelin' real good and hot, too," Bob said.
He moved down slightly, pressing his knees into the damp ground and hunching up
slightly. Eileen felt him fumbling with his zipper. There was the sound of metal sliding
against metal followed by the rushing of material over flesh.
"Oh, what are you doing?" she cried, her eyes widening. Something very hot and very
slippery and very hot was touching her thighs. It was his cock, that long fat rod she'd
seen sticking up from between his legs earlier in the car.
"Need to fuck you bad, honey, need to stick this mother up your cunt," Bob whispered.
There was a tone of desperation, of hurried excitement in his voice. It made Eileen
shiver. She was doing this to him, making him so hot he could barely talk.
"Don't, oh, don't," she begged, working her ass back and forth against the ground.
"Touch it, feel it," he demanded.
Reaching between them, Bob curled his fingers around hers and once more made the
trembling young teenager stroke his dick. The hardness and throbbing frightened
Eileen for a few minutes. Then she relaxed, especially when he wiggled his fingers in
her pussy. She grabbed onto his hard thick shaft – so thick her fingers couldn't touch
the base of her palm – and squeezed hard.
"Oh, man, man!" Bob gasped, shoving his hips forward. He pushed his dick into the
palm of her hand, breathing hard against the side of her neck.
Eileen felt him pushing his Levi's down. His long cock flew out fully, thick and hard.
Eileen could feel the spongy, fleshy head as it throbbed against her hand. It was so
slippery and wet, just like her pussy lips. It was so hot. The teenager was afraid of it.
Would something that long fit inside her without tearing up her cunt? Her sex
education teachers had lectured that a woman's pussy was so elastic it could take nearly
any sized dick. But something like this, something so big it looked as if it belonged
between a bull's legs... Eileen wasn't sure if she could take it!
"Good cock, baby, good and hot and hard for your pussy," he murmured.
"Oh, yes, yes," she whispered back, keeping her fingers curled on his rod. Her body
ached for his touch. She loved the sensation of his legs pressing down against hers.
"You never did this before?" Bob asked, his body suddenly stopping its fucking
movements.
"No, no, I swear," she said, feeling some terror creep into her mind. Of course, the first
fucking! She'd heard about the pain, about the bleeding. Suddenly the fun went out the
window. Eileen stiffened under Bob, wanting to squirm out from under him.
"It's not gonna hurt much," he said, guessing what was on her mind. Pulling back, Bob
saw the confusion and terror in her eyes. She was staring up at him, her lips moving
silently while her forehead wrinkled up in fear. "Just relax," he whispered, sliding down
her belly.
What was he going to do? The blonde teen felt his thumbs caressing her damp thigh
flesh while his fingers still slid up and down her outer cunt lips. He was kissing her
belly, dragging the tip of his tongue down her hot, sweaty flesh. She sucked in a deep
breath and held it. He was licking her off, giving her a tongue bath. How good his spit
felt against her hot flesh. The air cooled that saliva immediately, creating an odd
contrasting sensation between her heated skin and the cold spit. How she loved it,
wallowed in it. Strands of her long blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks and
forehead while Bob kept on sliding lower.
WTien she felt his hot tongue licking over the fleshy lips of her cunt, she understood
what he was up to. Her eyelids fluttered open while her lower jaw slackened in wild
surprise. No one had told her men did this sort of thing! Even her mother, with all her
warnings, had never mentioned the fact that men liked to suck off pussies!
At first Eileen felt something like revulsion. How could he do something like this? It
was vile, perverted, unspeakable.
But as his tongue licked up toward her clit, Eileen felt her body explode. She found
herself shoving up to him, tensing her asscheeks and raising them from the ground,
feeding the young athlete her drooling pussy while making strange humming sounds
between her teeth. The blonde teen heard tearing sounds and realized she was ripping
grass out of the ground.
Bob shoved his tongue between her tight wet cunt lips, pushing it deeper into her
virgin pussy. As the young woman exploded, he shoved it up higher, higher until his
nose was pushing into her clit.
"Oh, wawwwaaahhh!"
Eileen thought she was going to lose consciousness. He was working her over, pulling
her legs apart with his hands while his thumbs kept working over her pussy lips. While
Eileen gasped and moaned and squirmed under him, he pushed the tip of one thumb
up her asshole. Her little sphincter grabbed at it, squeezing tight. At the same time, 
her cuntal muscles cramped again, closing against Bob's probing tongue. Bob moved his
head around, licking and snarling while he ate her out. When the teenager started
hunching, he pulled away.
"Oh, oh, no, noooo," she wailed, tensing her thigh muscles, rocking her hips back and
forth to ease the ache and pressure torturing her.
"Wanna get fucked now?" Bob asked, drooling.
"Yes, yes," Eileen answered without thinking. She didn't care about what her mother
had taught her. She didn't care about losing her cherry, about what Bob would think of
her afterward. All the blonde teen could think of was taking care of that wonderful
itchy ache throbbing between her white shivering legs.
"Yeah, gonna shove my dick up your pussy," he whispered.
"Dick... pussy," Eileen stammered.
Bob pushed his knees up until they brushed the backsides of her raised thighs. She was
on fire, wanting to feel him inside her. Getting into position, the young athlete pushed
forward with his hairy ass, his thick cockhead working inside her pussy.
"OOooooohhhhh!" she sighed as she felt her cunt being stretched wide open to take his
dick. It felt so strange to feel her pussy walls unsticking and forming a broad tunnel.
She begged him again and again to fuck her. Growling at times, the blonde teen wanted
all his meat shoved into her snatch.
"Fuck, you're tight," Bob grunted, shaking the sweat off his head.
"Tight, tight," Eileen stammered.
The young man grabbed at her tits again, flicking his thumbs over the erect tips. He
rubbed them again and again until they felt as if they were about to explode. He had
her caught with his hands, his legs, his chest, his cock. Eileen was under him –
squirming, trapped – and loving every second of it!
"Fuck," he repeated, looking down at her writhing naked body. "Man, feels good
fucking in your cunt. Yeah, you're good and hot and fine."
The words made the young woman squeal with excitement. She kept moaning about
how she wanted him to go slow, about how it hurt. But all the time Eileen worked her
ass around in tight circles, hunching up to him.
"Man, take more," Bob said, feeling his dick sinking in a little farther. As his cock
shoved aside the slick folds of her virgin pussy, he suddenly felt his cock grabbed by her
velvety cuntal walls. She was milking him! He could feel her pussy muscles clamping
shut then stroking his fucking dick.
"Man, not too many girls can do that," he said, impressed with Eileen's expertise.
"I... I can't help it," she said, afraid to look back at him.
Eileen was going out of control. Her pussy muscles were acting on their own. The
young woman didn't know half the things she was saying or doing. All she knew was
that it felt sooooo good!
"Unnghhh!" the girl grunted, arching her back suddenly. Bob had run into something
firm. He wasn't at the bottom, having at least another four inches to go. Both of them
knew at once what he'd run into. "Please, take it out," she whispered tensely, this time
meaning it. It was her cherry. He was going to pop her cherry!
Once again, Eileen shoved up at the big man, pressing her palms on his chest and
pushing him away.
"I wouldn't have believed it," Bob said, surprised at her virginity. There had been
stories flying around the locker room about what a hot, tight fuck Eileen was. That had
proven true enough. But now Bob realized all those stories were lies. He was the first
one to try out her cunt, and that idea thrilled him.
"It's true!" she cried in exasperation. "I told you it was true!"
"Don't matter," he muttered, gritting his teeth and pressing his knees against her
upturned legs. "Gonna fuck you anyway."
"No, don't, oh, God, please... don't," she pleaded, beating her tiny fists against his
chest. Eileen tried time and time again to squirm out from under the big athlete. But
Bob held her firmly, his eyes boring into hers.
"Hold still," he demanded, grabbing her by the shoulders and holding her pinned to the
ground.
Eileen cried out again while his weight pressed harder against her. He hunched down,
his dick jamming into her pussy.
"Stop it!" the young blonde teen shrieked. Her face was red and pinched. Her tits
jiggled like bowls of pudding from her violent movements. But in spite of her cries and
escape attempts, the young man's dick kept on pressing against her cherry.
"Nooooooo!" came the cry again as Eileen tossed and twisted in his grasp. She tried to
break away from the prick tearing up her insides.
Then she felt his body stiffen and tremble. Instinctively, Eileen knew what was going to
happen. His thighs flexed while his cockshaft bent at the middle. He was bringing the
full weight of his body down on his dick, trying to break through with one shove.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Eileen screamed, her head rolling back while the cords stood out in her
neck. Her fingers curled and clawed at his chest as her cries became weaker. Bob's fat
cock broke through, sliding down deeper and deeper until it struck bottom. In the end,
every inch of his dick had rammed into her pussy. His body ground down against hers.
He lay on her tits, his balls moving slightly up and down over the bottom junction of
her pussy lips. It was several minutes before he caught his breath enough to speak.
"Eileen?" he said, moving one hand up and stroking her forehead.
"Oh," oh, oh," she responded, turning her face away from his. The girl felt a part of her
life had been killed. She could never go back. Her innocence had been shattered by
Bob's fat dick.
"Feel good?"
Did he really have to ask? With all her carrying on, didn't he know his fucking her was
the best thing in the world to happen to her? She smiled weakly, the pain slowly
ebbing. Yes, oh, God – it felt sooooo good!


Chapter 3

"I... uhhhh, I never felt anything like this before," she whispered. Her legs spread wide
apart.
"Yeah, spread 'em so my dick slides down in your cunt," Bob instructed, his body
shivering with lust. The athlete wasn't going to let her go until he had fucked her good.
She felt his slippery cockhead moving back and forth deep inside her pussy. Ohhh, it
felt like a big spoon stirring all her organs around! His balls tickled her sensitive cunt
lips. Foamy pussy cream slicked them down while he hunched faster and faster.
"Oh, I... uh, don't know... wh... what's happening to me," she said, her eyes glazing
over. She felt his hard cock gliding in and out, rubbing over the sore spot where her
cherry had been. At first Eileen had tensed at that touch. But instead of pain the blonde
teenager felt only heat, only delicious tightness she waited to relieve.
"Man, I've fucked a bunch of girls before," Bob said, wiping sweat from his forehead
with one hand. "But nobody's been this hot before," he finished, sucking in a deep
breath.
"Really?"
Eileen felt something like pride rush through her. Even though she hadn't given much
thought to Bob before, the girl knew others had. And to have someone like a star
athlete say this to her was an accomplishment.
"Yeah. And I'm gonna make you feel real good. When I get through fuckin' your pussy
you ain't gonna be able to walk for a week!"
That thought made Eileen shudder. Even now his hard cock was going in like a hot
poker through a tub of butter. It burned a passage in her pussy hole.
"No, no, no," the girl whimpered, her head rolling from side to side. Strands of her
blonde hair clung to her cheeks and forehead while she moved her legs over the ticklish
field grass. How good it felt to be fucked, really fucked by this powerful man! His thick
muscled hips worked down, shoving his cock down like a piston. He began fucking in
and out regularly, his cock trenching out her hole. The immediate area echoed with the
sucking sound of fucking.
"You're driving me crazy!" she managed to gasp.
Eileen groaned again, feeling his weight coming to rest now on her clit. His wiry cock
hairs rubbed over her nerve-rich sex center, sending the young woman into shrieks of
ecstasy. Her body writhed and thrashed, jerking from side to side as if possessed by a
demon. Eileen felt her young cunt clutch around his cockhead, his prick exciting every
square inch of her pussy.
"Feel it? Feel it?" Bob repeated, his eyes closed while he breathed harshly through his
mouth.
"Yesssss!"
Eileen felt him pausing for a second on the upstroke, then shoving down hard and fast.
The rushing of his cock as it tore through her tight cunt triggered more heat in her
pussy. Before long she felt it hammering regularly against her clit. Bob wasn't interested
in fooling around any longer. Now he was going for the big time, pushing her over the
edge, working her up to orgasm. Coming! That's the word her girlfriends used in
school.
Commmmme! It had such a wonderfully exciting sound. She wondered briefly if her
mother had used that word when she got excited... if she ever got excited. Suddenly, the
thought of her mother tossing and turning in bed with a man fucking her seemed
absurd!
"Come, baby, come!" Bob whispered in her ear, tickling the sensitive lobe with the tip
of his tongue while slamming down harder and faster. His body weight shook her as he
hunched his way into her cunt. The girl was grunting with the force of his shoves. Her
cunt was being stretched wide open by the working of his strokes. His dick seemed to
balloon out, stretching her wider and wider. Eileen felt as if she were going to come
apart.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned. A flash of sexual fire raced through her pussy. She felt her
legs swing up to circle Bob's muscled back. Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him
closer to her.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," he said, stiffening and fighting down the hot cum
bubbling up through the central tube in his dick. He felt his balls tightening, screwing
up hard against his cockroot. He shouted at her again, telling her to come, ordering her
to climax. It was one of the few times the teenager gladly obeyed.
"Commmmme!" she cried back, throwing her head around and dancing her ass in the
air.
Bob worked his thick-muscled hips around savagely. Eileen didn't know what was
happening inside her. Somewhere inside her an explosion was building up. It spread all
through her pussy, spreading through her body to her ass. Her muscles clenched
around his pounding dick, getting ready for the big shot.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried, seconds away from blinding madness.
"Now, now!" Bob cried, burying his face in the nape of her neck.
Suddenly the girl felt something splashing inside her. Hot jets of something sticky,
creamy and rich scalded her pussy walls. It burned so the girl lost all control. Arching
her body up against his weight, she cut loose with her own orgasm. It felt as if the
world crashed into her pussy, blowing apart into millions of flashing lights. Her cuntal
walls spasmed while her pussy held tightly onto his shooting meat.
"Commmmmmme!"
Eileen heard someone screaming that wonderful word in the distance and only vaguely
realized it was her. She shouted it out again and again before she nearly passed out.
Bob finished dumping his load of jism down her cunt, his body relaxing atop hers. He
was kissing her neck softly, rubbing his fingers over her stiffened nipples while
hunching his dick in and out of her slackening pussy.
"Oh, I... I don't know what's happening to me," Eileen said, trying to catch her breath.
The pulsing itchy ache was gone in her cunt. Now reality came back to her with all its
guilts and fears. She thought of her mother, of her friends, of her teachers. What would
happen to her if any of them found out? A shock of fear rippled through her. Where
was the guarantee Bob wouldn't brag about his conquest? Eileen knew enough boys
wanted her in school, but were too afraid to say anything. Now that she'd been fucked
they might be lining up outside her door!
The barking of a dog in the distance startled her. She clung tightly to the basketball
player, whimpering as a breeze stirred the grass around them.
"Let's go," she whispered.
"Yeah, guess it's gettin' late," Bob answered after a slight pause.
"Bob," Eileen began, biting her lower lip. She felt her heart beating wildly as she tried
to gather the courage for the next question. "You won't tell anybody about this, will
you?" Her voice sounded so tiny.
"Hell, no!" he said, wrinkling his forehead up in disgust. "What the hell do you think I
am? No, I'm not gonna tell anyone... if you let me date you again," he added. The
young athlete curled his lips into a broad smile, working his fingers back and forth over
her nipples.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Eileen answered enthusiastically, tightening her grip around his neck.
How could she say no to something like that? The thought of his dick getting hard
again, of it reaming out her hot little hole brought chills rippling up and down her
spine. Of course she'd date him again! In fact, if she weren't so worried about getting
home on time, Eileen would have suggested waiting a little while and fucking again. But
her mother would be up worried about her, pacing back and forth in the living room
with her damned glass of vodka to quiet her nerves. How Eileen hated those frequent
confrontations she and her mother had been having lately.
"Then let's get dressed and I'll take you home," Bob said, kissing her again passionately.
"Oh, wow," Eileen whispered, hunching her ass up and wishing she could stay there
forever.
But some twenty-five miles to the southwest, Lara Brennen was wondering where her
daughter was. It was almost eleven o'clock, nearly half an hour past the deadline set by
her when Eileen strode out of the house. She paused at the large living room window
overlooking a well-tended rose garden that stretched halfway down the lawn. She
sighed, tightening her grip around the tumbler filled with ice and vodka. She'd been
drinking too much. She knew that.
But life had been so difficult lately! The divorce from Brad had been bad enough. All
those accusations, all those lawyers counseling her, telling her that since her husband
had deserted her she had every right to sue him for money – and then those same
lawyers taking her to the cleaners with their damned fees!
"Oh!" Lara cried in frustration and indignation. She felt her hand trembling, heard the
tinkling sound of the ice striking the sides of the glass tumbler. The attractive blonde
woman took another sip, closed her eyes and enjoyed the burning sensation of the
liquor as it oozed down her throat.
And now even her own daughter was plaguing her. It had been more and more difficult
for her to control Eileen during the past year. In spite of the shabby way her husband
had treated both of them, Lara couldn't shake the belief that her daughter had
somehow blamed her for the disintegration of the marriage. Sometimes the woman
shivered when she saw her daughter staring at her accusingly, then turning away
without saying one word.
To add to her problems was Eileen's sudden interest in men. Maybe it runs in the
family, Lara thought, her thin lips curling into a smile. How she thought about men all
the time, even while remaining faithful to Brad for all those boring years of their
marriage. When she and her ex-husband had fucked, Lara had fantasized greatly. It was
her way of fucking half of the men her husband knew without being unfaithful to her
vows.
But Eileen was showing dangerous signs of independence, of interest in sex for fun.
Time and time again Lara told her about sex, about how often women were trapped
into marriage by one little slip and how that slip could ruin them forever.
"Need more... more to drink," she said to herself, moving to the wet bar and pouring
out more Smirnoffs. The only thing she could depend on was good old reliable vodka!
"Oh!" she cried again, startled by the ringing of the telephone. Maybe it was Eileen.
Maybe she was hurt, broken in an accident. Lara rushed to the phone, her drink
spilling over her wrist and onto the rug.
"Hello? Hello?" she panted breathlessly, steadying herself by leaning against the
doorway. There was no answer, only heavy breathing. It hadn't occurred to her that
perhaps this wasn't Eileen. "Hello?"
"I want to come and see you," a breathless voice finally crackled over the receiver.
"What?"
"I want to come over and see you," he repeated, his voice a little shakier now. "I'm
gonna suck your nipples, honey, suck those nipples while I stick my fingers in and out
of that tight little cunt.
Man, I been watchin' that ass of yours jiggle 'round here for a while." His voice became
thick, almost like a growl. The receiver was jiggling. He was probably holding the
phone between his head and shoulders while jacking off.
Lara flushed. She was getting a dirty phone call.
"You creep!" she said, surprised at her own breathlessness. Could it be she was actually
turning on to this sickie?
"Man, I wanna bite them tits, sink my teeth into those red nipples. You're gonna dig it,
baby. I can hear you moanin' while I..."
Lara refused to hear any more. She'd received dirty phone calls before. But never had
they done this to her. She was shaking, actually shaking with... what?
"No, better go to bed," she said out loud, reaching down and holding her dressing
gown tightly over her thighs as if that caller were peering into the living room now,
staring at her through the window.
Oh, God, I need a man, Lara thought, stopping in front of the darkened bedroom door
and staring at her empty bed. Even the last few years of her marriage with Brad hadn't
been all that bad. He had provided for her and Eileen, and he was damned good in the
sack. She had no complaints in that department. Of course Lara had kept herself in
good shape, exercising daily at the gym, eating well, making sure her lithe, firm body
remained highly desirable.
"Why?" she whispered, closing her eyes and fighting back the tears. No, no, she wasn't
going to cry, wasn't going to feel sorry for herself. She'd come through this mess
somehow. After all, she still had Eileen as a responsibility.
Lara felt shakier than she had felt in a long time as she staggered to the bed. Down the
hall she heard familiar padding. It was Nick, Eileen's two-year-old male husky. He was
a beautiful dog, although Lara had wondered about how wise it was having a longhaired 
animal like that in a near-desert climate. Somehow Nick had managed to survive
and was a constant source of delight to her daughter.
But Lara had problems with the animal. She couldn't make him mind at all when her
daughter wasn't around to give him the eye.
"No, Nick, I want to be alone," she said in as authoritative a voice as possible. Of
course Lara could have closed the door. But then she might not hear Eileen coming
home. And she had decided she was going to have a talk with that young lady.
The phone rang again. Lara shivered. Was it that madman? Was it Eileen? She
stretched out on the bed, one hand on the receiver as the phone rang again and again.
She bit her lower lip, breathing heavily. No, she couldn't take the chance. This time it
might be Eileen calling for help. "Hello?"
More heavy breathing. It was him again, that sick pervert calling her names.
"Ever get your cunt sucked?"
He had gone too far! Lara was about to tell him to get off the line or she'd call the
police when she felt the bed shake violently. Turning her face to one side she saw it was
Nick. He'd sprung up from the floor and stood there some inches from her toes, his
tongue hanging out one side of his mouth. Lara let out a small cry, a cry the caller
interpreted as a sign for him to go on.
"You dig this, don'tcha?"
Lara was horrified. The dog was humping her knees with his nose. The woman
experienced a mixture of desire and shame. He was pushing aside the silken material of
her robe, snuffing at the odor coming from between her legs. Lara knew she should
kick him away, hang up the phone and throw the dog out.
But the vodka and frustration building up for the past month mixed to form a heady
brew. She lay panting on the bed, her robe half opened, nearly exposing her hot, juicy
pussy. Somewhere in the distance she could hear the faint, tinny voice of that caller
telling her how he wanted to lick off her body.
"Then I wanna feel your pussy... nice hot pussy," he went on.
Weakly, Lara tried to shove the dog's head away. But he only growled, frightening her,
making her resolve not to touch him in that way again. The husky whined and let his
tongue wet her higher. A wild, feverish tingle swept over her belly. Lara couldn't believe
this was happening. She had to be crazy or drunk. Twice she snapped her legs together,
feeling the dog's snout and paws prying them apart again. He was growing more
intense about his licking as more and more cuntal juice seeped from her hole. Glancing
down Lara could see the dog's red cock slipping from its dark furry sheath. Oh, could
this be happening? Could she actually be letting an animal take care of her on the bed
she and Brad had shared for so many years?
"Oh!"
He was fucking her with his tongue now. There was something so exciting about a
male sucking on a girl's pussy! But this was a dog, no human lover! No, no, she
couldn't let this happen.
"And then I'll go back to your nipples. Man, each tit's gonna get it real slow. I'm gonna
lick it 'til you start beggin' for more."
Lara sucked in a ragged breath, collapsing completely on the bed, her thighs spread
helplessly for the dog. She couldn't stop him any longer. She couldn't hang up the
phone either. Both had overcome what few defenses she had left. She was thoroughly
shamed, but curious about these wild sensations coursing through her body. "You still
there?"
"Oh, don't, don't," she cried, unable to stop this craziness that was taking her over.
Where would it end?


Chapter 4

"Ohhh, yesss... I..."
"I'm gonna eat those tits of yours 'til you start babblin' like crazy."
Lara remembered how Brad used to start fucking her, working his fingers up and down
her cunt lips while tickling her nipples with his tongue. Could this be her husband in a
disguised voice? No, no, the man sounded much younger. But who could it be?
Lara panted hard, felt dizzy as the animal moved up another inch. Growling, he
rimmed the edges of her cuntal mouth. She felt her muscles convulsing deep inside, her
pussy actually trying to milk at his probing tongue. A dog, a damned dog! That's what
was happening. She was embracing an animal in her bedroom! Why couldn't that fact
stir her from the mattress, throw the phone away and kick Nick from the room?
Instead she lay there, squirming like a bitch in heat while the husky serviced her
drooling pussy.
"Don't, I'm going to... hang up," she said breathlessly.
"Why don't you? You won't 'cause you dig this, right?"
It was true. She tried making a move to put the receiver back in the cradle. But her
muscles refused to move like she wanted them to. She raised her knees, then let them
fall farther apart. Nick barked and scooted forward a few more inches on the mattress.
His long tongue lapped and lapped. The sound of her clit being pressed down into the
surrounding moist cunt flesh made her gasp with excitement. The man was breathing
harder into the phone, thinking her poorly disguised arousal was because of his talking.
"Then I'm gonna fuck you hard... real hard."
Lara felt her heart pounding in her chest. No man had touched her for sooooo long.
She was confused, her pussy flooding hot cuntal butter out for the animal to lap up
hungrily'. Once more she tried shoving the big husky from her. But he refused to go.
She felt his paws scraping along her inner thighs, felt his cold snout pressing against
her overheated pussy lips.
"I'm going to hang up," she threatened.
"... real slow's how I do it. I'll even let you put it in," he said, chuckling, then gasping.
Oh, was he jacking off, close to coming? Lara quickly analyzed her own reactions to the
conversation and the dog's licking and found herself dangerously close to orgasm. Her
bed was groaning and squeaking, an indication of the way she was squirming and
twisting. "You're gonna dig gettin' this in your hole. You ever touched a dick while it
slides in?"
"Oh!" she sighed. The dog had pushed his tongue inside her cunt. It was as if he were
searching for something. What did he think was inside her body? What could a
damned dog know? The man was whispering hotly now, telling her deliciously wicked
things about himself, about her.
"My dick's real dark at the tip. You'll feel it when it slips in 'cause it'll stretch you. You
probably ain't been fucked for months. I'll stretch you out good and fine with my cock
until you squirm and cry, baby."
This was getting to be too much. Lara thought she was going to suffocate. The dog was
growling excitedly between her shivering legs while that stranger was saying things
Brad hadn't even spoken during the best heights of his passion.
"No, I'm going to hang up now. Don't do this any more or I'll call the police."
Lara had already begun to move her ass up and down against the steady wet rub of the
dog's mouth. She couldn't keep still any more. She tilted her hips to one side, then
rocked the other way. Her glistening cunt flesh stretched deliciously, opening more and
more secret hollows to the dog's nipping fangs.
"Bet I can make you come twice," he panted.
The earpiece was sweaty and hot against her ear. Lara found her right hand trembling
uncontrollably.
"I can do it so slow you'll beg me to hurry. Maybe I'll just tease you a little and make
you suck it before I stick it in again."
"Nooooooo!"
Suck it! Lara shuddered. How could she ever do something like that? Brad had asked
her to do that terrible thing several times. But she'd refused, and then he'd left her
alone. But now...? 
Lara tried again to hang up the phone. But the man kept on talking, telling her how he
was going to fuck her nice and slow. She put the receiver back against her ear. The wet
mess between her legs was throbbing now. Her pussy was feverish and swollen. The
lapping animal brought her closer and closer to climax. Her fingers curled in the fur
around his neck, holding him hard against her dripping cuntal mound. She was close to
coming, ohhhhh, so agonizingly close! In a second she was going to pitch over the side,
fall into that black hole of orgasm.
"No, no, you're sick. Stop this, stop it!" she cried out suddenly, frightening the animal
and stopping the man from speaking. With a surprising show of strength, the attractive
blonde kicked Nick off the bed, rolled onto her belly and stretched out the hand with
the receiver in it. She managed to bang down the phone in the cradle, then slide off the
bed. Lara held her head in both hands, moaning softly, feeling her breath against her
arms. What had she nearly done? She had the nerve to criticize her daughter for talking
about boys, and yet she'd lain there on the bed, legs spread wide apart, letting their pet
husky lick her off while she listened to filth on the phone!
"Got to get away, get away," she said to herself, getting up and walking unsteadily
toward the doorway. The house seemed to swim in front of her eyes as she made her
way down the corridor toward the bathroom. Cold water, icy water cascading down her
body. That was the only thing that would take away the terrible throbbing in her pussy.
Panic was clawing at her heart now as the big husky followed her toward the bathroom.
He was pursuing her, chasing her as if she were some sort of helpless prey. Stopping
halfway down the hall, Lara turned and raised her right hand, threatening the dog.
"Stop it, go away!" she cried, her voice trembling with emotion.
Oh, how could Eileen make him obey her so easily? Why did he stand there, his eyes
gleaming with lust, his soft white fur standing up on end from excitement? Why didn't
he leave her alone?
"You can't, you can't!" she cried, shooting out one arm and steadying herself against
the wall while Nick swarmed between her legs. He was all over her again, his tongue
licking over the soft parts behind her knees. Lara was breathing with harsh, shallow
gasps. "No, no," she moaned, her eyes closed tightly as she slid down the wall to the
floor. It was happening, happening to her all over again! He was going to lick her off,
maybe even fuck her! A dog fucking a woman! Lara laughed hysterically, touching her
forehead with the backs of her fingers. Oh, how hot she'd become! How that phone call
had turned her into a first-rate slut!
And what would her daughter think if she were to walk in now and find her mother
spread-eagled on the hallway floor, Nick lapping hungrily at her pussy? Again the
attractive blonde woman tried to get up, tried to shove the husky away. But he
persisted, shoving his powerful shoulders against her inner thighs.
Lara moaned, feeling the ticklish sensation of the carpet piling rubbing over her naked
flesh. Her robe was fully opened now, revealing her high-riding tits, her swampy, spit
slick cunt. The dog was going crazy. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck
his snout up and down her slick slit. She could see her juice was wetting down his black
snout. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over and over her pussy, splitting that hot cleft
and drawing out more juices.
"No, oh, God, no, no, nooooo," she moaned, sliding onto the floor. Her parted legs
faced the living room doorway. What a show Eileen would have if she were to come
bounding into the house now. Lara giggled hysterically, then cried out as the dog's
mouth sucked harder on her pussy.
Letting one hand slide down, she felt just how soaked she was. She dragged her fingers
up her belly, making streaks of animal spit and cunt juice on her hot flesh. Then she
felt the heat and intensity of her rushing climax. It was going to be wonderful, killingly
lovely!
"No, get away!" Lara cried again. This time she was screaming, rolling over and
dragging herself across the carpeted floor. The animal jumped over her back, diving
between her asscheeks. He was wetting her there, too, nipping her shivering ass flesh
with his teeth. Lara felt she was crawling for her life. Down the hall she could see the
dim nightlight illuminating the bathroom. She had to get inside, away from this animal,
away from herself!
With a great deal of effort she finally managed to get into the cool bathroom. She
dragged herself forward on her belly, her pussy completely exposed to the growling
animal. Oh, how hot she was, how awfully close she was to coming. The tingling rub of
the carpeting against her pussy had nearly set her off twice as she crawled for safety.
The animal made one last move, pushing his snout into her pussy slit.
"Uuuuuhhhhh!"
Lara kicked his head out of the bathroom, then wedged the door shut.
"Got to get to the tub, got... to," she said, standing up quickly. She propped herself on
the edge of the wash basin. There was that steady, pulsing itch deep in her cunt ready
to drive her wild. Nothing, it seemed, could take care of it except a good, fast orgasm.
But the dog and that terrible phone call had caused all of this. How could she possibly
look at herself let alone her daughter if she were to succumb to these sensations?
"Oh, God, please, please stop this... this thing!" Lara cried, her head thrown back while
her hips rocked from side to side.
The pulses in her cunt kept on, drawing all strength from her. She moved her hips
slowly at first. And as the wet slick friction of her inner pussy surfaces rubbed against
her clit, she increased her speed. It was almost like jerking off. How often she'd lain in
bed, thinking about Brad or some of his cronies and jerked herself off while Eileen lay
sleeping in the next room.
"Unnohhhh... uhhhhh!"
Her head drooped forward. It was so good it was going to kill her. She slid her feet
together, dipping and plunging her ass, the weight of her jiggling plump asscheeks
adding to the delicious sensations racing through her pussy.
"It's so good," she whispered out loud. Lara was moving so fast a hot sweat broke out
on her forehead. She felt the strange hot dampness under each tit that signalled coming
orgasm. A streak of drool oozed from both corners of her mouth. She was coming.
Yesss, she was coming, experiencing that delicious hot/chilly rush of sensations that
knocked all sense from her mind. Her brain felt as if it were being bleached white.
"Oh, come, commmmme."
The lumps of squishy, dark red cunt flesh rubbed maddeningly against each other. And
then the throes of orgasm cut through her like a bolt of white lightning.
"Oh, ohhhhhhh!"
She wondered briefly if the neighbors could hear her as her climax reached its peak.
She swayed from side to side, her lower belly brushing against the front edge of the
wash basin. Her knees gave way and she sank slowly to the tiled bathroom floor. Her
fingers reached down, plowing through her damp, tangled cuntal thicket. As her final
spasms died away, Lara felt her fingers reaching inside, stroking her clit, scraping
against her convulsing pussy membranes.
When she opened her eyes again, the woman found herself on the floor, her head
resting against the side of the bathtub. Snaking off her robe, the attractive blonde
turned on the icy spray and stepped into the shower stall, concentrating the water on
her pussy until she felt the comforting afterglow die away. Oh, what would her
daughter say if she were to find out? Never, never could she admit to Eileen what had
happened here. She felt shame and confusion. She was too old for such idiotic behavior.
This sort of thing was for the young. Something out of the ordinary had happened
here, something that would never happen again.
Lara turned and let the cold water flood over her tits and belly. She was still a little
drunk. The woman could feel the flush over her face flowing downward, threatening to
heat up her cunt again.
No, she couldn't let that happen.
"Oh!" Lara cried. She wanted to have a little more vodka. She wanted to get a little
drunker or she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Those erotic dreams she'd been
having lately wouldn't play tonight. Of that she was sure.
"Thank God he didn't... fuck me," she whispered, reaching down and picking up the
bar of soap. She worked lather over the flesh he licked, smoothing the bar over her
pussy. A light tingle told Lara she was still hot, still ready to trot with Nick.
I'll kill him with a poker, she said, rinsing off and turning the spray over her body once
again. There wouldn't be a next time. That animal would have to learn to stay away
from her or... 
When she'd dried off and come out with a towel wrapped around her body, Nick lazily
studied her from his place at the foot of the sofa. Lara made herself another vodka tonic
and picked up the phone. Should she call Bob's parents? Would they know what was
going on? No, no, she didn't want to sound hysterical. It was past midnight. She was
worried sick about Eileen.
Some forty-five minutes later Bob's car pulled up in front of Eileen's house. The blonde
teen peered out the side window and saw the living room lights were still on. She
sighed, knowing there'd be still another confrontation with her mother. There would be
accusations and angry words hurled about before she could make it to her bedroom and
sleep.
Bob slid out and opened the door for her.
"I hope your mom won't be mad because you're out late," he said, turning and facing
the house. "If you want I can go in and..."
Eileen put one hand up to his lips and shook her head from side to side.
"It's between me and my mother," she whispered, standing on tiptoe and kissing him.
It felt so good to feel his arms curling around her waist, pulling her up against him. She
didn't care if her mother was peering through the curtains watching what she was
doing. Eileen felt she was old enough to take care of herself. She was certainly old
enough to fuck.
"You're somethin' else, Eileen."
She could see his features as the glare of the nearby streetlamp threw out bright rays of
light. He was so handsome, so masculine. He wasn't like Jack. And he was accessible
while the big football player had more than enough pretty girls following him around to
notice Eileen.
"You want to come in for a while? I could make some coffee or something," she said,
licking her lips. Her pussy was tightening, swelling, feeling all hot and moist again. But
her mother was there... her disapproving mother, ready to condemn her just because
she was a normal woman.
"Naw. I'd better go. Got some practice later on tomorrow. The coach'd be pissed if I
didn't shoot my best," he said, running his fingers through his hair and backing away
into the car. "I'll call your home tomorrow," he said, waving his hand, then ducking in.
Eileen smiled, waved, then turned and began walking toward the big two-story house. It
wasn't a mansion, really. But it was one of the largest homes in the area. Her father had
done well in supporting them financially. Eileen couldn't blame her mother for leaving
him, especially when word got out about him getting several women on the block
pregnant. He had to leave before outraged boyfriends and husbands came over to shoot.
Still... 
Lara opened the door just as Eileen was about to reach in her purse for her keys.
"It's after twelve," Lara said dryly, stepping back while pulling her dressing gown
tighter around her body.
"I forgot about the time. Honest, I didn't think about what time it was," Eileen said.
God, it was going to be another long night!
"I don't believe you!" Why did she always have to assume Eileen was wrong? Already
her long speech she'd rehearsed had gone wrong. She could see her daughter stiffening
as she closed the door behind her.
"That's your option," Eileen said flippantly, heading to her bedroom quickly. She didn't
want to talk with her mother... not now, not when the thought of Bob's cock fucking
her was still with her.
"You listen to me, young lady. Don't you walk away from me!"
The door slammed and bolted from the inside. Lara started for the bedroom then
stopped. Oh, what was she going to do? She couldn't control herself, her daughter, even
the damned dog. What, oh what was she going to do?


Chapter 5

"I don't like what's going on here, young lady," Lara said, stirring the batter faster. She
was staring at Eileen over the breakfast table, wondering how on earth she'd be able to
control her daughter. She was getting wild, out of control. In a way, Lara was a little
afraid of her.
"Nothing's happening," Eileen said, drinking her milk and shrugging her shoulders.
Her heart was beating furiously. Did her mother suspect what had happened that
night? Did she suspect her daughter had her cherry popped last night? Her fingers
shook and she had to wipe her palms against her short-shorts.
"I don't call coming in late nothing."
Lara watched as the batter browned on the grill. They were there in the kitchen, talking
as if nothing irregular had happened the night before. But looking at Nick sitting in the
corner told another story to Lara. She felt shame, guilt, horror in front of her daughter.
How could she be lecturing her when she had committed a terrible crime?
"Nothing happened," Eileen said, feeling a flush of guilt. She took another gulp of milk
to hide her growing nervousness and shuffled her feet back and forth under the table.
"And I hope you don't intend parading around like that," Lara said, eyeing her
daughter's skimpy outfit. Eileen's dressing had been another sore point. Her daughter
was well endowed in the tit department, not to mention her tight, firm ass, her boyish
hips and her long, well-developed legs. In Lara's opinion Eileen didn't have to parade
them around in shorts and halters for men to notice.
"Why not?" Eileen asked, staring idly through the window.
"Well, it might give men the wrong opinion," Lara said carefully, scraping the pancakes
off the griddle and serving two to her daughter.
"If they get the wrong opinion that's their problem," Eileen said. Gosh, she hoped Bob,
Jack and the others would get good and hard when they saw her sitting on the
bleachers at school today. All she had was gymnastics, and the coach didn't care how
she dressed. Afterward Eileen was going to have a little fun and cock tease some of the
boys. She suppressed a giggle, wondering how Bob was going to shoot when he saw her
sauntering into the gym in that outfit!
"But everybody wears this," Eileen said defensively, vaguely aware now of her mother's
firm opposition. She put down her milk and stared at Lara. Her mother was attractive.
Why did she always wear her hair in that frumpy style? She could imagine her mother
being a knockout if only she'd take care of what she wore and how she styled her hair.
Still, that was her problem. Right now she was thinking of Bob and that hard dick
between his legs!
"I suppose. But I can almost see... see..." Lara couldn't bring herself to say the word.
"My cunt?" Eileen said, smiling at her mother's reluctance.
"That's terrible! That's not what I was going to say!" she screamed. Oh, it was that
damned dog. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd done the night before. Eileen
lay down her food and stared curiously at her mother. What on earth was the matter?
She watched as Lara turned slowly from the table and staggered toward the refrigerator.
"I just don't like you using filthy words like that," she whispered, steadying herself. No,
she couldn't let her problems influence her dealings with Eileen. She had to steady
herself.
"Well, I'm sorry, Mom. I promise I'll watch what I say around here."
There was just enough sarcasm in Eileen's voice to put Lara on edge. She wanted to say
something, something to knock that sass from her daughter's voice. Instead, she
mumbled something noncommittal and poured herself some coffee.
Breakfast passed in uneasy silence with Eileen finishing her milk, kissing her mother
goodbye and flying out the back door. Lara changed and began working in the front
rose garden.
By noon she knew she had to take a rest. Eileen was at school and probably wouldn't be
back before four. Inside, the house was cool and quiet. Lara fixed herself a drink,
something she almost never did before five o'clock. But thoughts of her actions last
night combined with worries about her daughter to make her terribly uneasy in the
afternoon heat. She went to the downstairs guest room, as far away from her bedroom
as possible.
Though she tried not to, the attractive blonde found herself gulping her drink as she sat
down on the bed. Outside the window she could just make out children playing on the
front lawn. She could rap on the window and send them scurrying away. But why
bother? At least let someone enjoy the house. God only knows she and Eileen didn't
really. All the financial settlements in the world couldn't bring happiness here.
At times Lara wondered if she should get a job. But something told her her problems
lay within her mind... lay with a faulty concept of her own worth. She had to solve that
matter first before sailing out into the job market.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed as she took another gulp of vodka. She was starting to feel
better. Lara started to giggle. Her problems weren't all that much, anyway. Somehow
she'd manage. She gulped down more, then set the glass to one side while slipping off
her shoes and shorts and lying back on the bed. She hadn't wanted to think of sex. In
fact, Lara was hoping the vodka and the sleep-inducing heat would push her into
unconsciousness.
But there it was, peeking out at her no matter how hard she tried to block out that
terrifying memory of her and the dog. At times this morning she could have sworn
Nick was sizing her up, even leering at her. But that was absurd. She was attributing
human qualities to a mindless animal. She had to get a grip on herself or they'd find
her rolling around the living room some day.
"Ohhhhh!"
She leaned on an elbow and grabbed the glass off the end table, taking another gulp of
the liquor. The vodka warmed her belly. She passed one hand down her belly in
sympathy with that glow. Oh, how her fingers tickled her flesh, lightly touching the
near-invisible blonde fur covering her body. Yes, she thought she was still a desirable
woman. Now, half drunk with liquor, Lara could admit to herself how she enjoyed
watching men watch her. When she and Eileen went out together more than one
person mistook them for sisters. Her ass and tits were still firm, and no blotches or
stretch marks marred her body. Yes, she was still a desirable woman. But for whom?
For the dog?
Lara smiled, cupping a hand under her large, firm tits. The touch made her shiver. No,
she should stop. What was the use anyway? Was she going to jerk off in the middle of
the afternoon? Somehow that sounded so petty, so defeating! But still she kept her hand
up there anyway. At times she thumbed one nipple until it grew stiff and pushed up out
of the surrounding areola. The effect was more electric than she'd thought. She sensed
the tension in her body building rapidly. She could feel her pussy swelling, tightening,
growing very moist. The tickling of her nipple had started frothy juices flowing between
her cunt lips. When she rocked her hips, the heat spread. Finally she looked down and
saw droplets dotting the frizzy blonde hairs of her cuntal thicket. Even after last night
she was wanting more.
But more of what? More animal? The thought that she might be turning into some
kind of pervert sickened her. Oh, she needed another drink, more vodka to drown out
the rising sexuality turning her into an animal.
Lara couldn't move, or at least didn't want to. That delicious sexual sensation was
driving her mad. She'd have to touch herself, finger-fuck herself to get rid of the tension
before getting up. Her hand resting on her belly trembled.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, moving her ass from side to side on the coverlet. Her knees
were trembling, snapping together then sagging apart in a butterfly motion. She was
about to touch herself when the door creaked open farther. She'd forgotten to shut it
carefully. The creaking sound of the hinges startled the woman. Lara sat up, feeling
dizzy and more than a little drunk. At first she thought it might be Eileen home from
school early. Then she realized it was Nick... that awful husky standing in the middle of
the guestroom, his bushy tail poised high in the air while his head was tilted to one
side. His black eyes sparkled with mischief. Did he know what was going on? Of
course, he must smell the heavy perfume of evaporating cunt juice hanging in the still
air.
"No, this can't happen. I won't let it," Lara said out loud.
She could read what was on the animal's mind in his eyes. He was standing still for the
moment. But when she made a move to slide from the bed he bolted forward.
"Oh!"
He was on top of her, his forepaws striking her chest and belly and knocking her flat
back onto the bed. Before she knew it, she felt his muzzle prodding hungrily between
her spread legs.
"No, back, back!" Lara screamed, beating her fists against the husky's head.
But the animal was unimpressed by Lara's terror. She felt his fangs nipping at her
panties, tearing them around the area of the elastic leg bands. It was impossible,
horrible. It was happening all over again and there was little she could do about it. Oh,
if only she had a gun, a knife, anything to attack the dog with!
But Nick had his way. He wrenched his head as if he'd captured some small animal.
The nylon panties tore. Nick was growling a growl of excitement. Lara struggled
backward on the bed, her heels digging into the soft mattress as she squirmed away
from the panting, growling husky.
"No, no, oh, please... no," she stammered.
But her crotch had been exposed now. The white parity silk hung in shreds around her
ass. She could feel the moist surfaces of her pussy exposed. The inner surfaces of her
pussy rubbed together as she wormed higher on the bed. And all the time Nick was
staring at her, his sides heaving in and out powerfully while that wonderful pink tongue
hung from one side of his muzzle. Oh, could she go through with it again? Did she
have any choice? The room spun around.
"Get away. No," she slurred drunkenly.
But the animal once again ignored her, sticking his nose under her cuntal mound. He
was licking her again, sticking his tongue in her hole, lapping the flesh around her
pussy-hole. Oh, how mad it was to hear him whining and whimpering, watch him
wiggling his strong body back and forth while she spread her legs farther apart for him.
The first touch of his muzzle had made her belly buck with fear. But now she found
herself opening to him again. Nothing in the world seemed able to stop him.
Lara rolled her head to one side and she stared at the empty glass on the table. She had
to stop drinking. She couldn't handle herself or anyone or anything else with that
damned liquor in her belly!
"Oh... noooo!"
Unbelievably, she was opening everything up to him. She'd fallen back on the bed,
pressing her cheek against the pillow and letting her knees fall apart. They were almost
touching the mattress now. Nick was going crazy. His tongue noisily slopped over the
inner flesh of her thigh. Each rough lick brought more juice seeping from her slit. It
was a wonderful, ecstatic friction. Her knees finally touched the sheets. Lara heard her
cunt lips unstick and peel back. Nick licked them. He had grown quiet suddenly,
rolling his dark eyes up and studying the woman's reactions as he kept on licking. It
was strange, weird! Lara felt as if she were a lab animal, twisting and squirming
helplessly while a scientist performed his experiment. Only here it was a dog trapping
her, playing with her pussy and asshole while watching her.
Lara bucked her thighs up against the growling husky, arching her back while throwing
her head back. He was touching her clit, tasting her, sniffing at her pussy-hole. Her
body seemed to explode. Gently his long dark pink tongue petted her clit again and
again. Nick seemed to enjoy watching the woman going wild while he toyed with that
tiny spindle. At times Lara snapped her legs together, rubbing her thighs against his
head. How she loved that resulting ticklish sensation of his hair touching her hot thigh
flesh! She was shuddering with the fever Nick had given her.
"Ummmmmm!" she cried, looking down heavy-lidded at the animal. She felt his hot
breath tickle through her pussy curls as he lapped her pussy over and over, sticking his
tongue into that hole at times to drive her into a wilder frenzy.
"Nick... Nick..."
Lara didn't care what was happening now. Just as before all she could think of was her
throbbing pussy. No, no man was going to touch her. After Brad had effectively given
her the finger, Lara had decided to turn off men. They couldn't be trusted. All they
wanted was a fast turn in the sack, then goodbye. But this dog... he wanted the same
thing, but couldn't fuck you over with emotional ties.
"Yes, yes, good doggie," Lara sighed, petting him excitedly behind the ears. Nick
wouldn't hurt her, couldn't hurt her. He was only an animal satisfying his sexual
appetite. Then he'd be perfectly content to curl in a corner by his favorite food bowl
and drowse off to sleep.
Her sexual hunger forced everything now out of her mind except the desire of making
that aching pleasure better. She reached down to her belly, searching for the dog's
pointed nose. She felt with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess between her legs.
Then she felt Nick's tongue wash over her fingers, her knuckles, her palms. He was
lapping excitedly at her, moving his hindquarters back and forth over the mattress in
strange fucking motions.
For the first time Lara thought of the dog's sexual needs. He was rubbing his dick
against the coverlet, trying to relieve his sexual tension. Could she ever let him fuck
her? Could she ever reach down to his belly and touch his dick, relieving him of all that
pressure? Oh, no, that was absurd. How could she even think of something so foul?
Having him lick her off was one thing. But encouraging him to do more... ? No, that
was something even she couldn't think of. "Ummmoohhhhhhh!"
Lara felt so wet down there. Her clit burned from the steady licking friction. The places
between her toes tickled strangely. She fanned her fingers out along the dog's neck,
raising her feet from the bed. Slowly, panting hard, the woman inched her knees back
until they were almost pressing against her tits. She was opening herself up like a bitch,
signaling the animal she was ready to do anything for him.
"No, ohhhhh!"
The dog took the signal and went wild, nuzzling and licking her soaked cunt. Lara
giggled, gasped and cried out as he lapped her. She brought her feet together at the
sides of his head and touched him. The tickle of his coat against her soles made her
throw her head to the side. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, stop, ohhhhhhh!"
She moved her ass up, held it high for a moment, then let it fall back again. She was
fucking, fucking back at the lapping animal! It was really incredible! Opening her eyes,
Lara half expected to see Brad's handsome face just above hers. Instead she saw the
husky's white fur, saw his bushy tail wagging from side to side. Oh, it was all so
confusing, all so sexually powerful!
"Uhhhhhh... ohhhhh!"
The world faded from her. Her daughter, the neighbors, her ex-husband. Nothing
mattered except that burning, chilling agony throbbing between her shivering thighs.
The dog's licking now seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved the more
pleasure the dog brought to her. If only she could have the sensation of having
something up her pussy! If only she could... but it was impossible. As high as she was,
Lara wasn't about to let the dog fuck her.
Turning to one side she felt her cuntal walls spasming. She felt the muscles buckle,
trying to grab the dog's black nose. What was happening? Lara knew, knew she was
teetering on the brink of climax. The big muscles in her ass tensed. She kicked her feet
high, fanning her toes until they cramped.
"Ummmmmmmahhhhhh!"
Scissoring her legs around the dog's neck, she bucked wildly. Smacking, wet sounds
filled the room as Lara climaxed wildly. Yes, yes, she came in the dog's mouth, came
with the animal's embrace.
When she opened her eyes the dog was beside her. Two hours had passed. I'm losing
my mind, Lara thought, stroking the dog's fur lazily. Once more peering out through
the gauze curtains to the street, the woman knew she had to get a better grip on herself
or she'd lose what little she had.


Chapter 6

"You actually let him fuck you?"
"Yes," Eileen giggled, putting her had against her best friend's. Tracey Hemming looked
around, making sure no one could hear. The two girls were sitting in the outdoor
bleachers. The basketball team wasn't scheduled to practice for another hour. Tracey's
boyfriend was practicing on the field with Jack Harrington. She convinced Eileen –
with little difficulty – to join her for a while. During their conversation the blonde teen
told her friend what had happened between her and Bob Jackson.
"Wow. I didn't let Richie do that to me until our tenth date."
Eileen turned and stared wide-eyed at her friend. Of course she knew other girls did the
same thing she'd done earlier. But somehow she never thought Tracey was that kind.
"Well, what's wrong? Didn't you think we were fucking?" Tracey asked, surprised at her
friend's unusual reaction.
"No... I don't know. I guess I thought it was something special... I mean, something I
just did... oh, Tracey, I don't know," she said confusedly, trying to suppress another
laugh.
"It's always like that the first time," Tracey said, sliding one hand around her friend's
waist and giving her a playful hug. "I thought the sky was going to fall in my first time.
Oh, here they come!"
Tracey stood up and waved frantically at her boyfriend while Eileen sat silently and
watched Jack Harrington run onto the field. How much bigger he was than Bob!
Feeling a little guilty, the blonde still couldn't help her heart beating so wildly when she
watched him run and throw on the field.
"You want to meet Jack, don't you?" Tracey asked, biting her lip. An hour had passed.
Practice was nearly over and Eileen knew she should be moving onto the gym to watch
Bob.
"I... don't know," she said guiltily. It was hard not to smile.
"Come on, Eileen. I watched you for the past month giving him the eye. He's a good
friend of Richie's. Maybe we can get together for a soda or something," Tracey
suggested, slipping one hand under her friend's shoulder and guiding her from the
stands.
Eileen knew she didn't owe Bob Jackson anything. They weren't going steady or
anything like that. Still, she felt a little guilty as she stood next to her friend chatting
with Richie and Jack. The tall, thick-muscled quarterback stood there, sweat staining his
practice suit. He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up whenever they studied her lithe,
petite body.
Before she knew it, the four of them were sitting in the student union sipping cokes,
talking nonsense. And all the while she felt Jack's dark eyes focused on her. He seemed
to be sizing her up, and that made her extremely nervous. Once or twice she thought
about Bob on the courts. But he hadn't expected her. It was only going to be a surprise.
Well, no one would be hurt.
"Oh, it's getting late," Eileen said, glancing down at her wristwatch. It was nearly 
fourthirty. She had promised her mother she'd go shopping with her at four. After the
trouble she'd had this morning, Eileen wasn't looking forward to starting more. Her
heart sank as she looked back up at her friends.
"I'll walk you home and explain to your mom. I don't mind," he added when Eileen
started to object.
The blonde teenager watched as other girls' eyes followed her and Jack from the student
union with undisguised envy. On the way home the girl felt tongue-tied. Thank God
Jack talked, talked about practice, about school, about his plans for college next year.
"I don't think I'll ever make it to college," she said, her mind going over her C-averages
in all her classes.
"You don't have to be a brain," Jack said, telling her about all the state colleges and the
chances they offered the average student.
Before she knew it, Eileen found herself in front of her home. The door was closed,
apparently locked and the car was out of the garage. Apparently Lara had grown tired
of waiting for her daughter and had gone shopping alone.
"Come on. I'll talk to your mom," Jack said, touching her lightly on the shoulder.
Why didn't she tell him her mother was probably gone? What was she expecting or
hoping to happen when he discovered that no one was at home?
Eileen felt her heart pounding like a trip hammer as she pulled the keys from her
pocket and opened the front door. "Mom?"
It was all a charade, but one she played with expertise. Jack stood in the hallway, his
hands shoved deep in his pockets as he looked around the area curiously. As Eileen
moved into the living room, the young athlete closed the door behind him.
"Guess she's not home. Saved by the bell," Eileen said, sighing with relief. "Want a
coke or something?" she asked, noticing a subtle change in Jack's manner. Still, he was
polite and said yes, following her into the kitchen.
"Nice dog," he said, stopping at the doorway.
"Oh, that's Nickie," Eileen said, rubbing the animal's coat, then slipping her fingers
under his collar and pulling him toward the rear door. "But he's terribly possessive!"
"Oh," Jack said, wondering what the dog would do if he made a pass. Would he? The
young man studied Eileen as she bent down and led the animal out the back door. She
locked it carefully. Jack wondered if she were telling him something.
"If I had any brains I would've stayed outside," Jack said, scratching the back of his
head and smiling down at her. Eileen felt her heart contract. Thoughts of her mother
suddenly entering through the front door assailed her. No, this wasn't the right time for
anything like this. But, oh, God, could she ignore an opportunity like this?
"I... I don't understand..."
"You understand, Eileen. You know what's going to happen," Jack said, his voice
thickening.
The blonde teen felt her head spinning. Suddenly it was hard to breathe. She steadied
herself by reaching out and holding onto the sink counter. She clenched and
unclenched her fingers.
"Jack... I... I've been watching you for a long time. But I never... never would've had the
nerve to..."
Eileen couldn't finish the sentence. Her throat was hurting her and her mouth became
as dry as cotton.
Jack moved across the room. Eileen had to keep her eyes shut. Outside she could hear
Nick scratching at the door. She should tell him to keep quiet. The neighbors might
come over and wonder what was going on. But she couldn't move, couldn't say a word
while Jack stood in front of her. Oh, this was worse, far worse than it had been with
Bob. All her fantasies were about to come true right here under her own roof! If only
her mother would stay away.
"Ohhhh!"
A callused hand circled her small neck. He was massaging the muscles there, rubbing
up under her ears. Eileen felt herself swaying back and forth. She could hear his
breathing and tried to match it with hers. She pushed back against the wonderful
feeling. Could she go through with this now?
If your mother ever walked in..." Jack raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
"We... we can go upstairs. My door locks."
Eileen bit her lower lip, wondering if she'd been too forward.
"You're too much," Jack said, chuckling easily, "I wouldn't've thought you had the
nerve to say somethin' like that."
Suddenly Eileen found herself standing up against Jack, feeling his broad chest pressing
against her. She opened her eyes at last and tilted her chin up toward him. Jack studied
her for a long time, sucking in lungfuls of air while hunching gently against her. Eileen
wanted to tell him to touch her, to do anything he damned well chose to. She was
wanting it all, all without reservation. She didn't care about the others – Bob, her
mother, her friends. She wanted him in her bed, pinning her down as she'd fantasized
so many times before!
"Oh, yeah," he finally sighed. Their lips just barely touched at first. She could feel his
tongue wagging back and forth over hers. And then it all exploded into one of the most
passionate scenes Eileen would have in her life. She groaned, circling her arms around
his back while he pulled her hips tightly against his body. The blonde teen could feel
the hot bulge of his dick trapped in his Levi's. It was hunching against her bare belly.
He was so tall, so big and muscular. He could have crushed her with those arms!
When Jack let his kiss trail off, Eileen rested her cheek against the side of his face. She
was panting – panting as heavily as she'd seen Nick pant on a hot summer's day.
"Oh, baby, fuck, fuck," Jack groaned, gently humping against her crotch. His hands slid
up to the tie holding her halter to her body. He was stripping her naked in the kitchen.
Eileen had never felt this excited before in her life. The tie came loose, making the girl
gasp. Gingerly he peeled the halter down, then started playing with her freed tits. Eileen
couldn't stand it any more.
"Upstairs," she gasped, unable to walk. "You'll have to carry me," she pleaded.
"My pleasure," Jack said gallantly, sweeping her off the floor.
Eileen directed him, clinging to him while gasping for breath. The house seemed to
float around her. Before the girl knew it, she was lying on her bed. Jack had already
peeled his shirt off, revealing a remarkably developed broad, hairy chest. Under those
thick black hairs she saw his flesh glistening with sweat. Just staring up at him made
the girl nearly climax. He was reaching down, fingering her shorts. With several deft
movements the football player had opened her briefs, peeling them away from her
soaked cunt lips. Ohhhh, Eileen hadn't known just how wet her pussy was. She hadn't
cared. All she wanted now was for Jack to fuck her. And since Bob had taken care of
her cherry, all fears about pain and bleeding were gone.
"I love your pussy, Eileen," he whispered.
The blonde turned beet red. How strange it was to have him upstairs. Several times the
girl thought if she closed her eyes and opened them again he'd disappear just like all
the other fantasies she'd had about him. But no, this was real. Jack was there, his
powerful body testimony to reality.
The athlete bent down and touched one finger to her outer cunt lips. Eileen sucked in
air through her nostrils and scooted back her ass. It was purely a reflex action, and one
that obviously pleased Jack.
"It's so nice, soft, furry," he whispered, lowering his head and kissing her belly.
"Ohhhh... God!"
"You want me to fuck you bad, don't you?" Jack chuckled.
Eileen was too shocked to answer. She couldn't answer him. She couldn't fake her
emotions. Yes, she needed him on top of her, his cock in her pussy, his chest rubbing
against her tits while his fingers pinched her nipples.
"How do you want it?"
The question surprised her. How many ways were there to want it? Why was he saying
and asking things like that?
"I mean, nice and slow? That's the way I like to fuck, nice and slow," Jack whispered,
flicking his tongue in her ear.
Eileen thought she'd died and gone to heaven. She kept telling him to go slow, to fuck
her good and slow. The big athlete was bending over her now, kissing her forehead,
licking one of her nipples. She felt those tiny nubs standing up on end while the hot
area between her legs started to throb like a festering wound. She arched her back,
pressing up against the wonderful sensation.
"Oh, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted.
"I want to fuck you, Eileen. Baby, I've wanted to stick my cock up your pussy for a
long, long time," he admitted, kissing her gently.
Eileen blushed with those words, then quickly turned white when she felt him sucking
her tit hard. She looked down at her chest, watching his mouth move slowly up and
down her large tit. And oh, that tongue! How it raked across her nipple, sanding that
tiny nubbin until she thought she was going to die.
"You wanna undress me now?" Jack asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Eileen nodded her head rapidly up and down as he stood by the bed. She rose, facing
his brass belt buckle. With icy fingers, the young woman pulled his belt, unhooking the
leather. Jack was breathing heavily, his hands on his broad hips while he pushed his
legs closer together. One by one, the buttons of his Levi's gave way until the swell of his
hot cockmeat bulged out.
"Nice, nice," Jack muttered, stepping out of his pants and waiting for the girl to lower
his shorts. Eileen felt she was going to choke. She could hardly breathe. She'd never
done anything like this. And the swollen dick inside looked much larger than she'd
thought possible. Could a man have so much dickmeat? Knowing Jack, Eileen would
have guessed yes.
"Ohhh!"
She jumped back, watching as the heavy, cock-laden cotton pouch in his shorts jiggled.
His dick was jerking, jumping around with excitement while Eileen sat there, one hand
on her neck and the other poised inches from his piss-flap.
"Come on, baby, come on and strip me," he whispered.
Eileen mustered her courage and wrapped her fingers around his elastic waistband,
pulling his shorts down with one hard movement.
"Ohhhh!"
Eileen flinched back when his huge cock bobbed out. It was larger than anything she'd
ever seen! Bob's was nothing compared to this monstrous ten-iricher. And it was so
thick. Looking up at the big man, she realized just how right that dick was for him.
Jack was a mountain of a man. Those thick arms and legs, his broad chest, all that body
hair, and now that fat dick bobbing inches away from the girl's opened mouth.
"Man, oh, man, I want to fuck you good," Jack whispered in a tight voice.
"We can't... fuck with... that," Eileen said nervously, scooting back on the bed. Already
her cunt began to hurt.
"Sure we can," he said, pushing her back and dropping his head to her thighs.
The suddenness of the invasion of his tongue into her pussy made Eileen almost go into
shock. She tried to push him back. But Jack was sliding in deeper, his lips smoothing
teasingly against her inner cunt lips while his teeth gouged her outer ones. But it was
that tongue, that wonderful, terrible tongue fucking in and out, in and out of her slit
that was driving her mad. Her cunt felt as if it were swelling to the bursting point.
Eileen started to squirm around, the glistening hot folds of her pussy rubbing together.
"You move your ass real nice," Jack commented.
He moved his head out of her crotch and started kissing up her belly. She felt his lips
moving under her tits. Then slowly he moved back up to her mouth. Eileen could smell
her cunt on the side of his face. She felt very faint and hot!
"Oh, no, no, no," she moaned. What about her mother. Even through all this foreplay
Eileen was thinking about Lara. Her mother had only gone out to do some shopping.
Even if she didn't check around the house, wouldn't she be able to hear all this
moaning through the locked door? Was it really so wise for her and Jack to be doing
this now?
"You're gonna dig this," Jack gasped, pressing his mouth against the side of her face
while inching his knees up against her thighs. She stiffened. Something terribly hot and
hard was pressing against her outer cunt lips. It was forcing itself through. Her pussy
lips flattened back. His cum-slick cockhead was brushing against the sputtering trigger
of her clit.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Eileen cried with each forward thrust. He was pushing his fingers
through her blonde hair, holding her face up as he kissed it. She was wet all over. Oh,
yes, yes, it was lovely, wonderful. Fucking was wonderful! She'd never stop now. Jack
could go all the way – and to hell with her mother!


Chapter 7

Eileen gasped with the incredible sensations Jack was creating for her. Again she felt
him shove forward with his hips. His hard, hot dick was starting to hurt her just a little.
"Oh, easy, please, don't... don't do this so fast. I... can't..."
She held hard onto his neck, feeling her nipples scraping his hairy chest. His hand
slipped under her back. Eileen felt so small, so tiny in his presence.
"I won't hurt you. I promise," he whispered, his grip tightening.
Eileen told him how weird it felt. She thought he was going to split her in two.
"You touch me, baby. Feel my dick when it goes inside you. That'll make you feel better
and it's a real turn-on for me," Jack said.
"Jack... I..."
"Go on, do it!" he insisted.
Eileen felt so strange as she pushed her hand down between them, sliding it down
farther and farther until she felt the tangle of his pubic hair tickling the sensitive flesh
just under her nails. It was so hot and wet down there! And then she felt his smooth,
glossy cockhead. It was already wet with her cuntal juices, and so dangerously hot the
girl thought it might explode with cum at any second.
Instinctively Eileen jerked her head back. But Jack made her touch his dick again.
"Now feel around where you're tight," he said. "Feel that tight little hole."
"Oh, please, I can't," she begged, flushing with shame.
"Do it!"
Eileen pressed a trembling finger into the squishy mess where her pussy oozed juice.
She traced the tip around the bottom of her slit and found the tensed muscles guarding
her pussy mouth. Then
Jack shifted his position, letting his cockhead rest against where she touched. It felt so
strange, so soft and yet so hard. Eileen shivered with excitement and fear.
"Now relax, Eileen, relax and enjoy it," Jack whispered.
The blonde teenager tried hard to do as she was told. She felt his cock slipping deeper
into her tight wet hole. She felt her fingers pressing back. Then she had circled his dick
with her hand as it moved slowly past.
"Oh, God, it's going in!" she cried.
Nothing in the world could have convinced her that this could happen. How could
something that fat and long fit inside her body? Eileen arched her back again,
wallowing her shoulders against the wrinkled coverlet. She felt as if she were being
impaled. And yet there was no pain now – only the incredible feeling of being stuffed,
filled until she thought she was going to have cockmeat coming out of her mouth.
Slowly, the girl dared to move her hips, changing the angle her cunt made with Jack's
huge cock. He was almost halfway inside when her cuntal muscles cramped, tightening
down on him. He stopped breathing, gasping while stiffening above her.
"What... what the fuck are you doing?" he cried.
"I can't help it," she whispered back.
"I never knew a girl who could do that. You're so fuckin' soft. But it almost hurts when
you get tight down there. Just don't cut it off," Jack said, smiling weakly down at the
girl.
Eileen could tell her spasm had passed. Slowly her pussy muscles relaxed, relaxing their
hold and allowing Jack's dick to slide in deeper. His cock was sinking farther, pressing
against the gushing hot folds of her cunt. Eileen could hear the sexy gurgling signalling
his prick was nearly at the bottom of her pussy.
"Jack, how long... are you?" she dared to ask, modestly dropping her eyes.
"Ten inches."
"Ten...?"
He stopped fucking, bending his head and kissing her mouth eagerly. "See, I told you
all you had to do was fuckin' relax and it'd go easy."
She was being fucked by this stud, this incredibly hung athlete, and in her own
bedroom. What would the other girls who panted after him say if they could see the
two of them now? Eileen almost wished they were photographing this segment of her
life. It would be something to look at again and again in later years.
Eileen felt her insides stretching out around his fat cockshaft. She tensed, waiting for
his dickhead to reach the bottom of her pussy, waiting for the second she'd have to
scream for him to stop.
Her hand was still down around his dick, feeling him sliding in deep. She could hardly
believe it when she felt his balls touching her whitened knuckles. They were resting
finally against her fingers. He was sooooo deep. She could feel that added heat inside
her belly. The girl loved hearing those slick noises of his cockshaft sliding past her cunt
lips and of her frothy oil gurgling out of her stretched pussy hole.
"I know I can't take much more!" she cried. "It feels so tight inside me... and so hot
and..."
"You're tight, all right, but you can take more," Jack said, grinding his teeth together.
He had to muster up all his willpower to keep from cutting loose inside the squirming
teenager under him. He was excited, more excited with this girl than he'd ever been
before. She was something he hadn't counted on. Jack had fucked plenty of girls before.
But none of them, none, had been like this little number jerking between his legs.
Eileen gasped again. She hadn't imagined anything this big would have made it inside
her young, slender body. It made her dizzy just to think about what was happening.
And when Jack started to drag his dick back, the young woman cried out more
vehemently than before. It felt as if he were dragging her insides out.
"Uhhhhhhh, Jack!"
"Hurt?" he asked, stopping his fucking movement.
"No, uhhhh, but it's so weird."
He stopped his withdrawal, pressing in deep again. Eileen felt his balls nestling against
her asscheeks. Then the girl realized he was all the way inside her. Her hand was
crushed between their bellies. She searched around her stretched hole, felt down inside
a little where his thick cockshaft had pushed apart her tissues, and realized there was no
more dick left to go inside her pussy. She had all of Jack's prick inside her!
"Baby, Jesus, you're so fuckin' good!" Jack cried.
"Ohhhhhhh," Eileen moaned. She had her arms around his neck again, hugging and
kissing him while she felt she was coming apart. The football player was holding
himself still. At first the teen wondered why, then she remembered how often Bob had
told her not to move or he'd come. Was Jack that close? She opened her eyes and saw
his face and knew he was.
"Don't move..." he gasped finally as if guessing what was on her mind.
"I... I don't know if I can keep still," she admitted with a blush.
"God, just don't move for a little bit."
Eileen held her breath. She could feel his heart beating hard against her chest. Eileen
was aware of his legs, heavy and pressing against hers. Those thick-muscled arms
holding her, that chest rubbing teasingly against her stiffened nipples, it all added to the
shivery flames lapping at her clit. It was so hard to keep still. At last, she had to rock
her hips again just to keep the sensation of his huge cock intense. "Eileen!"
"I can't help it. It feels so good, sooooo good!"
"But you're so tight... you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he warned.
Eileen closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip. She was tasting something
warm and salty and knew it was blood. No, she didn't want him to pop off yet. She was
high, high on sex but not all that close to orgasm. She had to keep him hot and hard
for a while.
Then Jack relaxed, his breathing coming back to normal. The big man had managed to
fight down the desire to shoot. He was kissing her again, moving his hips from side to
side while drilling his tongue deep into her mouth.
Eileen had learned a lot about kissing lately. It just seemed to come naturally to her and
she wanted to practice as much as she could. Jack sucked at her tongue, moaning and
touching her asshole as she danced her slim ass under him. Did he like her to move like
that? He seemed to, even though he froze at times, holding her hard while moaning
deep and low.
"Christ, where'd you learn to do all this? he gasped.
"Nowhere. It just comes sorta, well, natural," Eileen admitted.
Was it wrong to say something like that? Was she admitting to being a slut? Was she
some kind of nympho?
Eileen felt breathless. Jack's hands were sliding up and down that sensitive narrow crack
between her asscheeks. How naughty and yet how exciting that light ticklish touch felt!
She especially liked it when his fingers stayed around that hard pucker of her shitter.
There seemed to be nerves there that were capable of sexual excitement, something
Eileen would never have believed. And yet when he pushed in a little, she jerked her ass
away.
"Don't... ohhhhh!"
"I'm tryin' to keep you still."
"I couldn't keep still if you tied me up with chains," she giggled, then felt her lust
sweeping away all thought. Chains. How delicious that would be, bound and gagged
with chains and leather while Jack hammered away at her juiced pussy. Would he ever
think of doing something like that just for fun?
"Come on, I've got a good idea. You're gonna do the work for a while," Jack said,
shaking the sweat from his forehead.
"What?"
But before she could figure out what was happening, she found the two of them rolling
around. The bed creaked and moaned. Then suddenly Eileen found herself on top, able
to breathe regularly again.
"I... oh, it feels so exposed!" the girl cried, sitting up and peering down at Jack.
"Come on, baby, ride that rod. Go on, up and down like a fuckin' merry-go-round
horse," Jack said, smirking up at her.
It was so different being on top. At first her movements seemed a little awkward. She
had to learn how to imitate Jack's former fucking movements to some degree.
But learning how to do that wasn't too difficult. In a few minutes, the young woman
knew how to rock her body forward so that his cock would pull out of her clinging
pussy hole. The noise, that slick, sucking noise of it made her shiver with hot delight.
She could feel the slickness of her juices as Jack's dickhead pulled out streams of it back
through her hole and out to run in rivers down her ass. And yet no matter how much
seeped out, there was more to take its place.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Eileen cried, closing her eyes and fondling her jiggling tits as she
started humping up and down his cock. She did look like a merry-go-round horse,
riding that fat prong while fighting for air. Without even thinking about it, the girl bent
her knees up alongside Jack's body. This way she could control her sliding and fucking
movements better. She could roll her ass around when she settled down all the way on
him. And if she pushed down and back with all her weight, Eileen could feel the
pressure deep inside.
"Unnghhhh!" Jack moaned. It was his turn to cry out now, tilting his head and pressing
it hard into the soft pillow while toying with her tits.
Eileen responded by grinding her hips harder, raising her body and rocking forward
until only his cockhead was inside her cuntal muscles. She was careful not to bear down
too hard. Eileen made those muscles tighten again. Jack groaned, arching his back up
from the bed. The girl was thrilled over this reaction. She had power over this man. She
was so slender, so weak and tiny. And yet Eileen felt a flash of power. How strange sex
was!
"Man, oh, fuck!"
Jack was going out of his mind. He was jerking his body up, hammering his crotch
against her pussy. His groans made the girl burn. She released her hold on him, slowly
clenching down again. Her pussy tightened so tightly just behind the flared tip Jack
cried out again. Eileen matched his cries, tossing her ass around with wild, feverish
movements. Jack sounded as if he were strangling. He jerked his knees up and let them
flop down again. Eileen stopped moving, loosening her cuntal grip so that his cockhead
could glide out of her. She let the tip stay between her small inner pussy lips.
"God, God, God!" Eileen cried, her head dropping down on her chest. It was so good,
so awfully, awfully good!
"Fuck, you're gonna make me pop off in a sec," Jack said, curling his fingers and
digging them hard into her sides.
"I... uhhhh, oh, I can't stop, I can't!" Eileen screamed, her ass moving over him like a
wild animal. She had no control over herself at all. The rushing, flashing sensations had
taken over her pussy.
"Stop, honey, stop, Eileen... or I'm shootin'... I'm gonna pop!"
She had to stop, she had to. Biting her lip again, focusing what will she had left, the
young teenager finally managed to stop. But even with her ass held up high above
Jack's throbbing cock she couldn't stop the convulsions of her pussy. There was a
rhythmic milking of her muscles around her hole. The circle tightened, relaxed, then
tightened again, repeating the movement over and over again and again. Each time it
closed down on Jack's hard rod, she felt the velvety surfaces stroke him closer toward
orgasm.
Eileen knew she wasn't as close to climax as Jack was. Oh, how she wanted to keep his
dick inside her. Her body needed him inside. She thought she'd lose her mind if she
couldn't have that hot shaft trapped inside her pussy when she shot off.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Jack said, regaining control and smoothing his hands up and down
her shaking arms. He was telling her things, wonderful things about her body and how
hot and fine it was making him feel. When he told her she was the best girl he'd ever
fucked, Eileen thought she'd faint from pride.
"Ohhh, baby, touch my balls. Make 'em feel real good."
Eileen did as he said. Her fingers reached down and back, cradling his hot sac. She
pressed them up against his body. At that point the girl felt something else, something
she hadn't noticed before. Something was beating like a powerful heart. There was
something there, she guessed, controlling his climax. Straying closer toward his asshole,
the teen slid her fingers along that hidden thing that started now to convulse wildly.
"Fuck!" he cried, closing his eyes and jerking his head from side to side. "Feel it?" he
panted.
"Oh, yesssss!"
Eileen's mouth felt dry. It was scary whatever it was. She moved her fingers away, not
wanting to tempt fate and make Jack come.
"Fuck me hard, baby, fuck me hard!" Jack whispered, looking meaningfully into her
eyes. Eileen instinctively knew he couldn't hold back much longer. She had to rub
herself to climax fast.
"Oh, un, ohhhh!" she cried, her ass pumping up and down. Eileen could feel the huge
rod inside her body throbbing more wildly. It was jerking with a raging fury, the same
kind of frenzied fury that raced through her pussy now.
"Yeah, oh, yeah, baby, fuck it out, fuck it out!" he cried.
Eileen was babbling as Jack grabbed her slim hips and shoved her forward and up. The
young woman let out a cry of delight as her pussy convulsed again. But this time it was
close, oh so close to climax!
"Come, come, commmmmmme!" she groaned, her head flopping from shoulder to
shoulder while her hair curtained her face.
"That's it, cut it loose, cut... oh, fuck!"
Jack's face became red and pinched, his fingertips digging so hard into Eileen's soft,
fleshy thighs she thought he was bruising her. His cock was jerking wildly inside. And
then came that sensation of something hot and sticky scalding her pussy walls.
Ohhhhh, he was shooting, sending wads of his cum burning into her hole. Jack was
guiding her now, helping her reach climax while his dick shot off again and again
inside her pussy.
"Ahhhhwhaaaawaaaa!" Eileen cried. Her climax was a series of devastating explosions,
each one more powerful than the last. Her pussy muscles held tightly onto Jack's
spurting dick while she thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering asscheeks over
his crotch. When they were through, the girl lay quietly on top of Jack, her hair
caressing his face.
"Man, we gotta do this again real soon," Jack gasped.
"Like tomorrow night?" Eileen giggled, kissing him passionately. Oh, Life was so good,
so beautiful!


Chapter 8

Eileen sat on the bed, her knees closed as her eyes scanned the tiny piece of wrinkled
paper held in her hands. It was almost too much to believe. There in Jack's handwriting
– she guessed it was his as the paper slipped from his pocket – was her phone number!
He'd already left and still her mother wasn't at home. Why, why had he had it in his
pocket? When he was dressing, Eileen saw the slip flutter to the floor. She was about to
tell him about it when the two of them thought her mother was coming home.
And they when they realized it was only the neighbor's auto they were so relieved
Eileen forgot all about it. But after showing Jack out the kitchen door, she returned to
her room and found the strip of notebook paper on the floor.
396-4145, she repeated mentally, closing her eyes and wrinkling her face in confusion.
What could there be going on? He acted as if he'd only come to realize her as a young
woman just now. But if he did, why was he carrying her phone number around?
The sound of the front door unlocking startled Eileen. Quickly she stuffed the paper in
her pocket and sat up, smoothing down the coverlet. No, there was nothing around to
indicate a man had made it up to her room.
"Eileen?" her mother called from below, walking into the kitchen. The blonde teen
could hear the rustling of brown paper sacks. She sighed. Doubtlessly her mother
would be in a bad mood, having done all the shopping by herself.
Eileen sauntered down the hall, seeing her mother darting from the kitchen. Lara wiped
a stray hair from her face and looked with exasperation at her daughter.
"I thought you were going to be home in time to help me," she said, her voice
trembling with anger.
Eileen shrugged her shoulders.
"We practiced for a long time in the gym," she said, moving past her mother and into
the kitchen. Lara wanted to scream, but clenched her fists and managed to hold her
temper. No, no, she wasn't going to spoil this afternoon with another quarrel with her
daughter. She watched as Eileen searched the various bags on the table. Oh, if only she
hadn't grown up, if only she didn't cause her mother so much worry.
"Well, help me put it away," Lara said, turning and entering the kitchen. The phone
interrupted her business. Eileen made a dash for the receiver but Lara picked it up.
"Hi, is Eileen there?"
It was Jack.
"One of your friends," the older woman said, feeling a tremor of fear pass through her.
What was it about that voice? Something made her uneasy as she handed the receiver
to her daughter.
"Sure, sure, I guess I'll have to ask, though," Eileen said, covering the receiver. Lara
knew that tone of voice. Another favor, another of her firm rules bent to avoid a
confrontation. When would it all end?
"Mom, there's a real neat party going on at Tracey's – and her mom and dad are gonna
be there. It's supervised," Eileen whispered, emphasizing the last word as she saw her
mother's face darken. "And this is the football team captain. Oh, mom, come on. I
promise I'll be home early. You've got Tracey's phone number. You can call and get me
any time you want. Please, please?"
Lara felt like an ogre. Maybe this was one way she and her daughter could meet on
firmer ground. Perhaps she had been too restrictive. Other girls almost ran wild in the
city. Certainly a supervised party at her best friend's house would be harmless no
matter who was attending.
"All right, but make sure you're home early," Lara said, sighing and finishing emptying
the bags.
Eileen moved quickly, spilling half the goods on the floor. Lara wondered several times
about this party as the hours passed. Just how closely supervised would it be? And why
was her daughter practically frantic with excitement as the time to leave came closer?
No matter. While Eileen was busy humming and dressing in her bedroom Lara had
already sneaked two straight drinks of vodka, something to steady her nerves. Several
times she looked uneasily at the phone, wondering if that freak would call again. Why
was she so on edge?
"Bye, Mom," Eileen called out, rushing up to her mother and giving her a squeeze. Lara
turned her head so her daughter wouldn't be able to smell the liquor. Oh, that was
another problem. She'd have to stop drinking, stop it all if she hoped to regain her
daughter's respect. "I'll be back before eleven."
"Ten-thirty and not a second later," Lara shouted out as her daughter slipped outside,
banging the door behind her. Need another drink, Lara said to herself, opening the
cabinet and taking out the bottle. "Get away, bad dog," Lara said, pouring the clear
liquid into a small tumbler. Nick was swarming around her ankles, sniffing up her legs,
whining through his nostrils. "I know what you want," she said, her lips curling up into
a smile.
Well, why not? Her daughter was off having fun, not thinking about her mother and
her problems. No one thought about her and her problems. Lara sighed, balancing the
drink playfully while wagging her tight ass back and forth as she walked down the hall
to the bedroom. Nick trotted behind, his tongue hanging out, his tail high in the air.
"Nice doggie, nice dog," she whispered, placing the drink carefully on the stand and
unbuttoning her blouse. Oh, it was so good to get out of that thing! She'd been
thinking about Nick all up and down the aisles of the supermarket, thinking of his
pointed muzzle, of the way his paws felt scraping along her thighs. Ohhh, how she
shivered in line, holding onto the grocery basket as the register clanged noisily in front
of her. How her mind slipped back to that night when Nick lapped her pussy up to a
frenzied pitch while that man and his dirty words made her come. And now... ? 
Nick jumped on the bed, circling nervously, his long pink tongue glistening with
doggie spit. Lara slipped quickly out of her skirt, peeling off her dampened panties and
kicking them to one side of the bed. She rubbed both her palms on her naked hips. She
was breathing hard now. Her nipples had become thick, long nubs that wanted to be
touched and pinched. The right and wrong of it was growing misty. She felt drawn to
this perverted act. The fact that society would have driven her from the city walls had
they known made her pant all the harder. She closed and locked the bedroom door just
in case Eileen might come back early. She had Nick all to herself this evening for as
long as she wanted. That thought made her faint with passion.
"Up, boy, up here," she said, lying down and rubbing her fingers gently over her
rumbling pussy mound. "Ohhhhuhhhhh!"
His tongue was so hot as he licked it over her belly. She guided him upward, scratching
behind his pointed ears when he started bathing her tits with his spittle. Oh, his tongue
was so rough, so deliciously, teasingly good when it touched her nipples! Did he know
what itchy kind of sensations she was having when he touched her there? Staring back
at him, Lara realized he was studying her, studying her as he'd done before. Oh, was it
possible he knew what he was doing? The thought leveled the panting woman.
"Yes, there, yes," she whispered hotly. Lara wallowed her shoulders on the bed,
breathless when the furry animal rubbed against her naked legs. She hooked one leg up
and petted his back with her toes, finally bumping his wagging bushy tail. There was no
getting around it now. She was letting it happen, actually encouraging the animal to
lick her off.
"Ohhhhhhh, Nick!"
Lara rolled onto her belly and giggled drunkenly as the big animal bobbed his head
around. He tried to find that hot, wet spot again. Nosing around her ears, Nick made
the woman gasp and giggle with delight. She loved it when he growled. The thought
that he could tear out her throat if he wanted added to the delight of this licking act.
He lapped down her back. All the hollows and bumps created by her spine shivered.
Lara let out a low moan and spread her knees far apart. Then slowly she raised her ass,
moving it back and forth for Nick. The husky grunted, wetting each ass-cheek with his
sloppy tongue. He smoothed it between her crack, licking it back and forth until his
spit dribbled down over her cuntal curls. It was one of the most devastating feelings the
woman ever had! Lara was panting as hard as the animal. The weight of her tits
hanging down from her upper chest excited her even more. She wobbled there on her
elbows, gasping in lungfuls of air when she could. She held her breath when Nick's
tongue brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. He worked lower on her legs, making
her part her thighs until her inner cunt lips peeled stickily back from the pussymeat
along her slit. Nick pushed at her hungrily, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound
and upward.
"Unnnghhohhhhh!" Lara cried, dipping her ass, prancing it in the air, pulling it away
sometimes from the animal to keep herself from coming. No, she didn't want an
orgasm now, not this soon. It was early, oh so early! She imagined going on like this for
hours if the dog could hold up.
"Niiiccck!"
Lara rolled onto her back again, her legs spread far apart for his muzzle. The husky
shoved back into her cuntal mouth with his snout, sniffing and panting in her juice
soaked flesh. The confused young mother kicked out one leg as the tense thrills built in
her crotch.
The dog was growling that soft, smothered growl of lust she'd heard so often before.
When she peered down, Lara saw the dark red spear of his cock. It had slipped out an
inch or two from its furry sheath. Its pointed head was glistening with juice. Lara
shuddered, her eyes rounded and glued to that strange thing. She thought of Nick
fucking another dog and wondered if she could let him do that to her!
Oh, had she gone down this far? Could she actually be thinking about letting an animal
fuck her? She had to get out, get out of there before God only knows what happened.
But then Lara found herself babbling with excitement. Nick's head was down while he
lapped her velvety cuntal slit open. She had turned around and sat up now, watching
the animal lick her pussy. His tongue rubbed her flooding hole. She watched her clit
forced down by that oral organ. Nick wagged his hips back and forth while even more
of his red slippery dick inched out. Lara had no idea a dog's cock had all those bumps,
all those knobs!
"Unnghhh!"
Her cuntal hair clung together in wet little curls along the puffy edges of her cunt lips.
Sitting with her legs partially crossed made her completely open to the dog's lapping.
Lara could see her tendons in her inner thighs bulging out whenever Nick slurped up
through her pussy slit.
The animal saw it, too, and moved his head, rolling his eyes up and studying her once
again while closing his fangs on the rigid muscle. The effect was overpowering. Lara fell
back on the bed and bucked her cuntal mound upward, tossing it around in circles. She
whimpered for the animal to no eat her out again. Lara felt as if a lightning bolt had
split open her pussy. Her body thrashed from side to side uncontrollably while the bed
squeaked and groaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Lara couldn't keep herself from soaring up to a mind-blasting climax. Nick humped his
ass as he nipped and licked her pussy. She could feel his shoulders pressing against her
upturned thighs.
"Yesssssss!"
Lara whipped her legs against the bed, hugging the dog's body with the insides of her
knees as he brought her up to the final spasms. Lara felt herself falling into climax.
"Commmmmmme!"
She couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans set the dog off even more. He was
making strange animal sounds against the hot mess of her cunt. It was a kind of
growling, whining noise that made her open her knees even wider. As she became more
excited, Lara felt him open his jaws and bite her cuntal mound gently. He shook her
pussy gently, those teeth pressing maddeningly against the tender flesh. Oh, it was just
like before only far, far better! His tongue kept licking more pleasure from her body.
Lara hadn't meant to touch the animal under his belly. Her hand slipped back as she'd
tossed and turned. Something very hot was brushing the back of her wrist. In a second
he was humping his cock against her touch.
"No, I can't, I just can't," she whispered, drawing her hand away.
But something odd, something taking over her mind made Lara do the unthinkable.
The woman backed away, rolling onto her belly again and propping herself up on her
elbows. Her clit burned while doggie spit and pussy juice trickled down her legs. She
was breathing in raspy gasps as she wagged her ass back and forth in front of the
animal.
Lara tried hard to imagine a cock. A real cock, a man's dick sticking straight out from a
hairy groin. Oh, how she wanted one now squishing into her soppy hole, pushing apart
the itchy folds of her pussy. Just thinking about it made the woman shriek with delight.
Behind her the husky growled and gouged, roughly around the edges of her pussy with
his tongue. His back humped as his instincts started guiding him. Lara let out a little
cry and sucked in breath.
"Nick, here, here..."
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was on her hands and knees, begging that
damned animal to fuck her. Yes, fuck her! What she thought she couldn't do now she
was doing. Could she really go this far? The big husky was licking her ass, wetting
down each cheek. The burning tickle was excruciating. Now she had her knees apart to
give the big dog room to mount her. How delicious it was feeling her nipples brushing
over the coverlet. Oh, God, yes, it would be sooooo good feeling something fucking in
and out of her pussy. She needed to have the sensation of being filled, really filled! The
dog's lapping had been fine for a while. But now she wanted something deep inside her,
fucking her out of her mind. Lara tried to keep the picture of what really was
happening well out of her thoughts. It was just the touch, just the sensation of a cock
gurgling in and out of her fuck hole that her cunt needed. "Unnghhhohhh!"
Sharp paws were scratching at her bouncing asscheeks now. Lara bit down on her lower
lip hard, tossing her head from side to side. Her long blonde hair whipped across her
knuckles as she tore at the coverlet and spread her knees even farther apart. She tilted
her ass up at a slightly sharper angle than before, wondering if this would make fucking
easier for the dog. Her belly sagged down while her asscheeks rode high in the air.
There was more scratching, a sharp bark, then the sensation of a furry weight sliding
over her back. Oh, my God, she was doing it, actually letting that animal fuck her!
"Ohhhhh!" she cried with a shivery moan.
Claws were scraping her sides painfully, leaving long red marks on her flesh. She had
her back bowed down farther, her ass thrust out to make the angle of her cunt nice and
easy for fucking.
A sharp thrill filled her. How wonderful it was feeling the weight of the animal pressing
her down. She felt his hot breath behind her ears, his tongue slopping over the back of
her neck before he nestled his head between her jutting shoulder blades. Lara pushed
her knees up farther, spreading them, feeling her clit throb hard and fast.
"What's happening to me?" she cried out loud, tears streaking her cheeks.
But Lara knew full well what was going on. Her shapely ass moved around, dipping,
rising in the air, then falling back down. Something brushed over her asscrack. It was
something very hot and slick. The animal's cock, fully out of its sheath now, inching
toward her pulsing cunthole. Yes, Nick wanted to fuck her, drive his prick into her
swampy slit!
"Fuck... fuck..."
Lara was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the husky on. But was it really
happening? Wasn't she just pretending about having a man, a dog, anything? Wouldn't
she suddenly wake up and find she'd been having another one of her sick, erotic
dreams?
But no, it was happening. She could feel the red tip of the husky's knobby cock as it
gouged along her seeping cuntal slit. A flash of fear and shame and disgust shot
through the woman. How would she ever be able to talk to her daughter again knowing
that she'd encouraged an animal to mount her? It was too terrible, something too awful
to think of.
"No, Nick! Oh, God, no!"
But the animal went on, hugging her tighter while trying to drive his cock into her
moving pussy. The blonde fought with herself. There were limits, limits over which no
woman should cross. This was one of them. No, she couldn't, just couldn't. And at that,
the dog's red cock slipped into her cuntal mouth.
Her lower jaw slackened. Lara realized she had just been fucked by the dog!


Chapter 9

"Nooooo!"
She had felt only a little of it. It was just the tip of the red barb penetrating only her
pussy mouth. She was crawling forward, trying to get away from that dick. But Nick
was holding tightly onto her, growling, snapping his powerful jaws so close to her ears
while driving more of his knobby prick into her hole.
Lara couldn't believe this was happening! She felt her belly buck and turn over with
fear and disgust. More of the dog's cock slipped into her hole, trenching it out, driving
out gouts of cuntal juice that oozed down her thighs. "Off, off!" Lara cried.
But did she really want him off? The cock slipped deeper and deeper into her slit. All
those little knobs, all those little bumps were tickling her pussy unbearably. She started
humping back, tensing her thigh muscles and pushing back into the animal as he
humped forward and down. They were fucking, actually fucking!
With a final thrust of will Lara lunged forward, hitting her head on the headboard and
pulling away from the dog. She heard him growl and bark angrily as she pulled herself
off the bed. Streaks of something hot and wet splashed against her thigh and arm. He
had come, shot off his wad and stained her body.
"Unnghhh!" the woman cried, making a face as she rose quickly from the bed and
staggered out into the hall. Behind her she could hear the animal barking and whining
in disappointment.
Have to get into the shower, wash this filth off! Lara thought to herself, flicking on the
bathroom light and turning on the water in the tub. What had driven her to this?
Stepping into the stall, drawing the plastic curtain behind her and letting the warm
water cascade down her firm body, Lara wondered where it would all end. She felt
debased, vile, guilty for letting herself get this carried away. She had to stop, or God
only knows what would happen to her!
Stepping from the shower she toweled off, then wrapped the sexy nightgown Brad had
given her on their fifth wedding anniversary around her body. Nick, she guessed, would
be out of the room, probably curled up in his favorite corner in the kitchen licking his
cock, she thought wryly.
Entering her bedroom, Lara stared at the coverlet now pulling halfway down the bed.
She'd been there on her hands and knees just a few minutes ago, begging the dog to
fuck her, actually letting him do it. The thought sickened her. She rubbed her upper
arms briskly with her palms, wishing she could somehow forget that scene.
"Oh!"
The phone rang, its jangle making her heart skip a beat. At first she thought it might be
Eileen wanting to come home early and too afraid to walk by herself. But then the
woman thought about that obscene call she'd had before. Might that be him again? In a
strange way Lara hoped it was. She hadn't reached climax with Nick, and now her
pussy throbbed, seeping hot moisture. It seemed swollen open under her sheer gown.
"Hello?" she asked shakily.
There was heavy breathing. In the distance Lara thought she could hear music.
"You hot, baby? You wanna get fucked? You wanna feel a man's dick in you?"
Lara flushed beet red. She should hang up, should tell him she was going to call the
police.
"Yes, oh, yes," she whispered back, lying on the bed and spreading her legs apart. Her
gown fell open, exposing the angry, swollen lips of her pussy. It was the wrong thing to
say. God only knows, she knew she was breaking all the rules. But she couldn't help
herself. Lara felt herself whirling around in her own lust.
"Yeah, I'm gonna come over and fuck the shit outta you. You ain't gonna be able to
piss for a week when I get through reaming out your snatch," he said dementedly.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Lara whispered hotly.
She was touching herself, spreading her cunt lips apart with her icy fingers while
dipping her thumb into her juicy hole. She let out a shuddering moan, closing her eyes
and picturing some faceless stud finger fucking her.
"I'm gonna suck your cunt, stick my tongue in real deep."
"Ohhhhhh!" Lara thought of the animal, thought of a man doing the same thing, and
she nearly came right there on the phone.
"Then I'm gonna hold you down real still, baby, pin you down on your bed while I drill
my cock in your tight little cunt," he said. Oh, there was a tremor in his voice, a signal
that he was turning on. Lara wanted him desperately, wanted him to come over that
night and fuck her. She prayed to God Eileen would disobey her and come home late
again. She couldn't stand this tension. She needed a man on top of her, a man to fuck
her until she couldn't – as he had said – piss for a week!
"Fuck me, fuck me tonight," she begged, smoothing the backs of her legs over the
coverlet.
The man on the phone stopped, his voice catching. For a second Lara thought he might
have come. She pictured someone in the dark holding his cock as gouts of jizz arched
from a pulsing dickhead. It was enough to make her pass out from pleasure.
"I know where you live, baby. I'm comin' over now."
The phone clicked and the line went dead. Lara froze, the receiver falling from her
shoulder and striking the floor. Had she gone crazy? What on earth was she asking for?
"Oh, God, oh, my God!" she cried, sitting up and putting her hands to her mouth.
She'd actually begged a complete stranger over the phone to come over and fuck her!
She slid off the bed, knowing she should get out of the house, drive to a movie, stop at
a coffee shop for hours, anything to get out of the place before that man came. But
something riveted her to the spot. No, she'd wait, wait for her destiny. She smiled, then
broke out into a nervous laugh as she lay back on the bed and covered her pussy with
her gown. What would her spunky daughter think of her mother now?
Back at the party Bob Jackson had been looking for Eileen. She and her best friend
were talking like conspirators in one corner while disco music pounded mindlessly
through the living room.
"So you gave my phone number to him?" Eileen asked, sipping more cock.
"I didn't think it'd hurt. I wanted it to be a surprise. I knew you liked him," Tracey
said, looking around nervously to make sure her spontaneous party was getting off the
the right start.
"He never called. At least, I didn't think he did," Eileen said, wrinkling up her forehead.
"Well, there's always Bob," her friend said, turning around and looking sheepishly at
the tall basketball player. "A Don Juan he's not, but I'll bet he isn't too bad."
"No, he isn't," Eileen said a little dreamily. She'd talked to Jack earlier in the party. But
now he seemed distant, excusing himself a few minutes before saying he had to call his
folks. Eileen suspected he had another girl on the line. There was something in his face,
something in his tone of voice that told her that.
"Hi," the basketball player said, moving up to the two girls.
"I've gotta check the punch," Tracey said tactfully, moving into the kitchen and leaving
the two alone.
"Nice party," Bob said absently, staring hotly down at Eileen. He'd wondered why she
hadn't appeared for the past day around the gym. Although nothing "serious" was
between them, he still would have enjoyed seeing the girl sitting in the bleachers. Bob
knew nothing about what happened between her and Jack.
"Uh-huh." Eileen had seen Jack just now slipping out the front door. He didn't even say
goodbye. She felt a flash of anger. She'd been had, dragged to this stupid party on the
pretext of seeing more of him, then dumped without so much as a smile. The girl could
have screamed. Instead, she turned to Bob and smiled sexily. "But I don't like parties
like this so much... I mean, too many people."
Bob took the hint.
"How about going out back? It's quiet there," he suggested nervously.
Eileen glanced down and saw his fingers twitching against his sides. She smiled more
broadly, knowing that what was on his mind was on hers as well.
"How about a ride? It's awfully warm." Eileen knew Bob's father had bought him a car
on his last birthday. The Jacksons, like so many of her friends, were not hurting for
money.
"Sounds good. See you, Tracey," he said, waving one hand in the air as he pushed
Eileen out the front door with the other.
"Let's go out into the country... maybe up toward Mullholland Drive again," Eileen said
as they climbed into the new car. Eileen loved the smell of the leather upholstery as her
ass sank down comfortably into the broad, soft seat. The comfort excited her. It was
almost like a bed.
Bob talked little after he got in, started the engine and then headed out. Eileen watched
dreamily as the lights passed by. Traffic was heavy as they entered the San Diego
Freeway and headed north, past Culver City, past Beverly Hills and West wood,
winding their way through the mountain pass finally up to Mullholland Drive. 
Eileen felt her pussy grow slippery and hot as they turned off the freeway and headed
west on the drive. The air was still muggy and warm even though it was close to nine in
the evening. A soft breeze blew from the north, making Eileen feel sexier than before.
Bob slowed, turning off Mullholland after driving down for nearly four miles from the
freeway exit. The engine was shut off. All around them they could only hear the soft
chirping of thousands of crickets and other night animals.
Eileen felt her body melting. Bob was fumbling with his zipper, opening his pants,
pulling out his delicious-looking cock and squeezing it. No ceremony, no talk any
more. Well, she didn't care. Eileen knew she was hot, hot to fuck, to do anything to
satisfy the hunger in her pussy and her injured pride.
"Suck me off."
Sucking? It was something he'd mentioned before, but something that had repelled her.
Now...? 
The girl felt herself sliding across the seat until she slipped off onto the floor. Bob's
hands pulled her around into position between his legs. As he pulled her forward she
felt his slippery cockhead brush over her cheek. Eileen smelled the hair and sweat of his
crotch. The slippery hot tissues of her cunt clutched into knots. Spreading her legs, she
leaned forward and opened her mouth. Yes, she was going to do it, actually suck that
dick! The act, once repugnant to her, now seemed as natural as falling off a log. What
was so unusual about doing this, especially considering how wildly she'd fucked earlier?
"Yeah, suck it good and hard," Bob whispered, dropping his head until the back
touched the seat rest. This had been something he'd fantasized about – making Eileen
give head. And now it was coming true!
She opened her mouth, her lips drawn back as if she were going to give him a kiss. Bob
moved his hands around, locking his fingers behind her head. Slowly she sank forward
until his cockhead brushed against her lips. Instantly the girl opened her mouth wider.
At the same time, Bob pulled her farther down and slid his dick deep inside.
Eileen groaned, feeling his salty flesh brush over her tongue. His big cock filled her
mouth at once. Thick cock oil bubbled out of his piss-slit and into her mouth. The
bleachy, salty flavor made her swallow instinctively until her mouth and throat were
coated with a thick film of his fuck oil.
"Oh, yeah, gimme head, gimme that head," Bob moaned as he twisted his hips back
and forth. He made his cock revolve around in her mouth, pushing out her cheeks with
his hard prick.
Eileen felt his throbbing pole brush over the insides of her cheeks. Her tongue laved his
moving cock, flicking over his thick cum tube. She worked it over the tight scar where
his foreskin had been cut away.
"Lick it, suck it. Get it good, Eileen, get it good in your fuckin' mouth. Take my meat
down your fuckin' throat," Bob groaned. He centered his cock in her mouth and slowly
pulled her head forward and down.
The girl felt the head shoving back over her tongue sliding farther and farther toward
the back of her throat. The teenager took a deep breath and let the boy shove his cock
down all the way. She groaned, feeling his dickhead striking the back of her mouth. She
held her breath and dived deeper, taking his cock all the way until her head was pressed
tightly against his crotch. Bob's pubic hairs tickled her nostrils.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah, suck me off!" he groaned, closing his eyes and rolling his head from
side to side over the back of the front seat. His hands pressed harder against the sides of
her head. He gave sharp, rapid jerking motions to his hips, mouth-fucking her.
"Unnghhhfff!" Eileen cried. . 
The girl wanted to keep his cock in her. Suddenly, she found she enjoyed having his
long, fat-headed prick inside her mouth, enjoyed having his groin hunching against her
face. Eileen slid both hands around his thick-muscled hips and pulled herself more
tightly against him. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her. The two of them rocked
back and forth until she started gagging for air. Slowly and reluctantly Bob let her go.
Eileen let her head slide up until the bulge of his dick disappeared from her throat. She
sucked in air through her nose with a sharp whistling sound, keeping his cock lodged
in her mouth. Her tongue lashed over it. Bob watched in disbelief. Only a few days ago
she'd been cherry. And now she was carrying on like an experienced Hollywood whore.
He couldn't believe the girl's natural talent for fucking and sucking!
"Come on, Eileen, I'm not gonna hold my load if you keep doin' that," he said, pushing
her head off his dick.
Eileen let out a groan of disappointment. He told her to take off all her clothes while he
did the same. It was difficult in the car, but somehow they managed to strip quickly.
Sweat made her flesh glisten in the soft moonlight as she pulled her blouse over her tits
and dropped it to the car floor.
"Oh, man, feel those tits," Bob whispered as he cupped her pendulous breasts in both
hands and pushed his fingers deep into the soft flesh. He caught the tips between his
thumbs and forefingers and squeezed hard.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl moaned, throwing her head back and arching her body between
the grip of his thighs. Her tits rose up, settling on his hands, almost begging to be
rubbed and felt.
"You're one hot cunt," he whispered, feeling her twisting between his legs. He increased
the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them hard until she was begging for mercy.
"Gettin' too much for you? I can't believe that," he said harshly. "Let's get in the back."
There was some careful moving around. Eileen felt herself being pulled up from her
kneeling position. When she was on the seat Bob snuggled under her, running his
tongue up her belly and right up her tits. She loved this kind of play. It made her oh so
hot. He was biting her nipples, lashing his tongue over them. Then suddenly she felt
herself sliding over the seat. Bob followed, sprawling on top of her. She could feel the
hardness of his cock shoving into her pussy mound.
"Pull your legs up," he said.
Eileen did as she was told, feeling him sliding down, sliding her panties off, then diving
into her pussy. She moaned when he took the whole mound in his mouth. His front
teeth sank into her fleshy labia while his tongue stuck up in her cunt. He sucked like a
leech, eating her pussy until Eileen was trembling and moaning. Her legs closed over
his head while she twisted her ass up to his face. She loved feeling his rough tongue
sanding over her clit. She nearly climaxed in his mouth.
"Man, gonna pop off I keep doin' this," he whispered.
"Oh, no, don't, fuck me!" she cried, working her ass from side to side.
"Good, baby, good fuck," Bob murmured.
Eileen stopped moving and lay quietly on the seat. She kept her ass flat against the seat,
rolling her head from side to side as Bob steadied himself and started to fuck her.
She groaned, feeling it sink into her hot, slick pussy flesh. It shoved at the walls of her
cunt, burying itself in the hot, bubbly juice of her snatch. She could hear it gurgling its
way in, frying in her hot pussy oil.
"Ohhh, man, man, good pussy," Bob whispered as he kept pushing in his dick.
He was getting closer and closer to the fat base of his prick. Their bodies were almost
touching. His body hair tickled over Eileen's flesh. His breath was coming in short,
shallow pants. Eileen thought she was going to die. She'd been so worked up with
thoughts of seeing Jack, then so let down when he sneaked away from the party. Now
she gave her all, fucking up and down on the sinking rod. Yes, Bob could do anything
he wanted with her. She needed a man, and God only knows this hunky basketball
player filled the bill!


Chapter 10

Sweat dripped off the basketball player's head as he let out a sigh of relief and twisted
his groin around on her soft cunt lips. Then he settled on her body and shoved hard
between her legs.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck, fuck, uhnnghhh!" the girl cried, feeling his rod throbbing in her cunt.
With each twitch of his cock, the girl's cuntal walls spasmed, squeezing tightly around
it. Bob moved up slightly, shifting his weight. Eileen cried out again. He was crushing
her clit, making it spasm so wildly the girl thought she was going to climax in seconds.
"Beggin' for it again?" Bob asked, his lips curled up in a smile.
"Ohhh, yes, fuck, fuck!" Eileen pleaded when she couldn't take his weight any more.
"Fuck, I dig it when you beg for it," he growled, pushing his ass up high, getting his
dick into position for the downstroke. "You been eyein' Jack all the time, probably even
thinkin' about him while I fuck you. Well, let's see if you keep your mind on this."
With those words he thrust down violently, his dick shooting through like a hot poker
through butter.
Eileen felt him throwing his meat into her with the same skill Jack had. Her pussy got
hot under that constant attack. Her cunt boiled with juice. Her clit was being rubbed up
to climax. Her mouth was so dry while her heart throbbed crazily.
"In, in, in!" she moaned. The teenager was full of dick, stuffed with his meat. Her
asshole quivered with tension as if it were stretched with cock, too. She felt his cock
jerking regularly now, the signal that the end of his control was near.
"Slow down, slow..."
But Bob couldn't stop himself. He was breathing unevenly, his face dark red while his
dick pistoned in and out of her hole.
"You close?" he asked, shaking more sweat from his forehead.
"Yes, oh, yes. But I need more... give me more, more," she begged.
"Yeah, more. That's what you always need, more," he muttered.
The young athlete rammed his dick faster and faster now, getting his balls so full of jizz
they ached. He started moaning as he felt his cum bubbling up.
"Now, bitch, now!" he shouted down at her.
Eileen felt his legs jerking against hers while his fingertips pressed hard into her thighs.
He was pounding his hip bones against hers, driving her body against the back seat. A
strange gurgling sound came from his throat while his eyes glazed over and rolled up
toward his forehead.
"No, wait, wait, I..."
But it was too late. He slammed his body down one more time, then held it there while
he moaned and quivered. She felt his dickhead sending stream after stream of hot cum
into her tender pussy. He jerked all over, then lay quietly on top of the girl, letting her
get off on his rock-hard dick.
"Ummmohhhhh!" Eileen cried out. She felt his load jet out and spatter against her
pussy walls. His cockhead squeezed tight, throwing out the spunk in thick, fast jerks.
The blonde teen thrashed like a wild woman, whimpering, screaming, scratching at the
big man as he tried to hold her down. She felt her feet scratching against the car's
headliner while her ass scooted up and down the vinyl seat bottom. "Ohhhhh!"
Her cunt and ass squeezed tight, grabbing along the shooting inches of his cock. Her
hands gripped around Bob's back as she felt the final throbbing of his dick shoot out
another load into her juicy hole. Eileen exploded again and again, feeling as if her brain
had blown apart. Finally collapsing, she lay like a tired athlete between the seat and
Bob.
"Good fucking, baby. Good head, good everything," Bob murmured as he lay resting on
top of her.
Oh, God, I did it again and it felt so damned good! she thought. How good fucking
was. How naturally good!
"Man, it's gonna be good datin' you, Eileen. We'll date again, right?" Bob asked, kissing
her gently on the throat.
Date? That was a new word for it. Well, why not? Jack obviously had other plans, and
Eileen wasn't one to throw away a bargain when it came along.
"Sure, maybe even again tonight," she giggled, drawing his face close to hers and
kissing him teasingly. Yes, dating Bob was going to be fun!
Back in the kitchen, Lara could hear Nick scratching to be let out. No, she might need
him to protect her. He'd forgotten about lapping and fucking her. Now he wanted to go
roam the neighborhood with his cronies.
Footsteps! Suddenly the woman stiffened. There was someone at the front door. She
grabbed her heart, falling against the refrigerator and holding her breath. There was a
knock at the door. Nick was growling, his fur standing up around his neck. Should she
just stay there quietly and hope he'd go away?
No, she had to find out who this man was. Something was moving her toward the
living room door, making her throw off all caution. Through the front window curtains
Lara could make out a tall male figure. She held Nick, then rose. With the big husky
next to her, no man in his right mind would try anything.
"Oh!"
"Hi, Mrs. Brennen. Is Eileen home yet?"
It was Jack Harrington. Lara had met him and his parents at several school open
houses. He was a nice young man, if somewhat a little headstrong. Lara always felt
uncomfortable around him.
"Uhh... no, not exactly." What was she doing? That was a stupid answer. "I thought
you'd invited her to the party," Lara went on, trying to mask her confusion with
parental concern.
"I did. Then we got into a fight and I walked out. I thought she might've come home
early," he said, his eyes wide with honesty.
"Oh, well, no, she hasn't come home yet." Lara felt out of sync, fumbling for the right
words in front of this young man. Why should she have to stand there like a fool? She
should just bid him goodnight and close the door behind him.
"I can see where Eileen gets her looks. You sure don't look old enough to be her
mother."
The words had a telling effect. Lara blushed, glad the dim light of the living room hid
her reaction. Her pussy began to smolder. Oh, how could she even think of doing
something with this young man, Eileen's young man? It was sick!
And yet everything had become so blurred lately, so out of focus. Lara now realized that
her breathing was rapid and shallow. And the woman was afraid Jack had noticed it,
also.
"I could tell Eileen you'd stopped by," Lara answered, starting to close the door.
"I wasn't thinking about Eileen any more," Jack said. His eyes told her what he was
thinking about, and that made her tremble. No, she had to be wrong. She was reading
something into absolutely nothing! But this was a stupid game being played out in
front of the neighbors' gazes. Already she'd heard some of the gossip about her, not a
word of it true. Of course, if they knew the truth they'd be lining up in front of her
house burning crosses.
"Well, I think she'll be home rather late. I gave her permission to stay out for a while."
Could he smell her cunt? Did he know it was cramping, actually moving, draining her
of strength as she stood there clinging to the doorway molding? Lara felt she couldn't
get her breath. She put one hand to her tits and closed her eyes.
"You okay?"
He stretched out his arms and put them on her shoulders. They felt so hot and strong
there. Lara let herself relax against them, then fought to regain control. She knew what
was happening. No, she couldn't do this, not to Eileen, not to herself.
"I... I feel funny. I think I could use a drink."
Lara stepped back, silently inviting the young man inside. How large the house seemed
now as Jack stepped into the living room and shut the door behind him. She couldn't
stare the young man in the face, not now with her pussy so hot and her heart pounding
like a trip hammer. She barely made it to the bar.
Silently Jack watched her make a drink, then moved up next to her. Oh, God, he was
touching her hair! This had to stop!
"Nice, nice hair," he panted.
"You'd better go now. Thanks for stopping by, and I'll tell Eileen that... 
"What's your first name?"
The question startled her. She held the glass tumbler shakily, staring Jack in the face.
She was slipping, losing control. Don't do it Lara, don't! she told herself, feeling her
pussy walls cramp and buckle with heat. "Lara."
She took another sip of vodka, the liquor speeding sexual fire through her body.
"That's a pretty name, Lara." Jack's eyes seemed closer than their physical distance.
They were sparkling with lust and mischief. Lara had to take another lungful of air,
leaning against the bar's edge for support. What kind of boy was this, really? She
thought there'd been reasons why she'd felt so on edge with him before.
They were staring silently at one another again. Lara was wishing she hadn't used the
vodka now. She could feel the last shreds of restraint slipping away. It was as if all her
needs were being pushed to the surface, mirrored on her face. And Jack was reading
everything there in plain sight.
He smiled, his thick lips curling up mockingly. He seemed to be winking. Oh, Lord,
she didn't know if she could throw him out now. And what if the phone should ring, or
that awful man carried out his threat and came to the house just as Jack was there?
How could she explain something like that to one of Eileen's friends?
"What are you doing?" she cried.
Jack was kissing her hair. Her hands fluttered up to his shoulders. She tried weakly to
push him back.
"I'd better remind you that... that..."
Oh, his lips felt so good against her flesh! This was insanity. They both had to come to
their senses and stop before they'd gone too far.
"Forget the drink," Jack said, taking the glass away from her and setting it on the
counter.
Lara felt like a helpless little girl. He was kissing her neck now. Lara closed her eyes
and let out a shivery moan. Her arms were curling around his neck now. She could feel
his tongue, his teeth. Ohhh, she was losing the battle!
"No, this can't happen!"
"It already is," Jack whispered.
It was, it was, and the awful thing was that Lara didn't really care any longer.


Chapter 11

Jack's fingers were opening her gown. She felt the nylon edge inch down over the tops
of her tits, cling for a second on her large red nipples, then open farther. She could
hardly breathe! Her chest was so tight and her mouth so dry.
"Ohhhh, no, stop it, Jack, stop it before..."
But he was lowering his face, his tongue gingerly wetting one dark nipple. The gown
fell open another inch, completely exposing her. Lara's knees weakened. She was close
to collapsing on the floor. Reaching back with one hand, she steadied herself against the
bar. Jack was bending down a little more now. He gently sucked her stiff nipple
between the gap in his front teeth. Lara exploded. Her cunt wet the bottom of her gown
as it brushed by.
"No, I can't allow this," she said, pulling away and staggering to the couch. Behind her
Lara heard the drink tumbling onto the floor. Jack pursued her, sitting down on the
sofa and catching her in his strong arms.
"You want me, baby, you want me real bad," he whispered.
His words burned her resistance down to the roots. He touched her again, sliding a
hand under the nylon gown, barely touching her flat belly. She was trembling now, her
ass squirming on the sofa while her thighs spread apart for his hand. When his finger
slid into her flooding cuntal crack she groaned loud, kissing hungrily at his mouth. It
was the first time in a long time she'd had a man like this, and it felt sooooo good!
"No, no," Lara cried again. But she didn't want him to stop. To think all this time she'd
been making it with her pet dog when all the time Jack was out there, waiting for her to
come. His fingers now eased up into her cunt. The woman tightened her pussy lips
around his touch, clamping one of her hands over his to shove him in deeper. It was
shameless, the move of a slut. But how good it felt!
"Fuck me!" Lara cried, kissing his neck. She couldn't stop. Playing games was for the
young. Her urgent need was far too great to be coy.
"Show me where your bedroom is..."
"I can't walk, I know I can't."
Jack picked her up easily. Lara clung to him, her hands locked around his neck while
her legs draped over his strong arms. She was in a high haze as the hall floated by. She
had half-clear glimpses of Jack's movements as he walked into her bedroom and kicked
the door shut behind them. He laid her down and then straightened up, taking off his
shirt and fumbling with his Levi's. She saw his broad chest and shoulders become bare.
Then his cock suddenly sprang out. Oh, God, it looked as if it should be dangling
between a horse's hindquarters. Brad, her ex-husband, had joked several times about
one or two of his buddies who were really "hung." But this...? 
"You look fantastic!" Jack whispered.
Lara dropped her eyes. She could see him in the glow from the streetlight.
"You won't tell anyone... I mean, that you took Eileen's mother up to her room and..."
"It'd go bad for me, too," Jack answered.
"Ohhh, what are you doing to me...?"
Lara let herself be rolled over onto her belly then be pulled up by the hips until she was
on her knees, her face sideways on the pillow. She didn't have the strength to push
herself up on her hands.
Jack knelt behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs. He forced
apart her swollen pussy lips so he could work a finger into her cunt. The finger
explored deep, teasing the tender walls, probing around until the woman grunted with
the teasing sensation of almost being filled. Lara thought how good this was, and how
much better it was going to be. That cock, that fat, long ten-inch cunt-splitter was only
inches away from her! She gasped once again, wondering how something that big
would feel gurgling in and out of her pussy.
And how did he know she'd enjoy this position? Did he suspect she'd made it with the
dog? No, impossible, nothing she did indicated that. But oh, how she loved kneeling
like this, her tits scraping the coverlet, her pussy high in the air exposed to his touch
and gaze. She was a bitch in heat and now, in this doggie position, she was ready to
fuck like a bitch.
"Unnghhoohhh!"
Her cunt fluttered at his touch. Oh, how she burned! Jack reached down and looped
one hand around her belly, stroking her navel, her rib cage and finally pinching one
nipple between thumb and forefinger. Lara growled, bobbing her ass up and down.
How did he know that was exactly what she wanted? It was wonderful, thrilling to be
anticipated like this!
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed. Her pussy juice oozed down her shivering thighs "I
won't believe this is happening until you fuck me."
"Believe it, Lara, believe it."
It was so strange hearing her first name coming out of the mouth of her daughter's
friend. The thought that she was being fucked by a young athlete sent shock waves of
lust through her. The chilly heat making her cuntal muscles pucker made her groan
again. Ohhh, how like a whore she was acting!
"Feel my dick, feel it?"
Yes, she felt it. Her ass pranced high in the air for it. She wanted to be speared by that
thing, impaled, rammed until she was spitting out cum onto the pillow. Jack forced her
thighs apart a little farther while crawling up under her body. Lara felt peeled open,
stretched to the tearing point. Tucking a little farther up and under, he hunched up
with a lunge that took her knees off the bed.
"Ahhrhhhhohhhh!" Lara groaned. His cock drove along the seepy velvet cuntal lining.
Lara gasped with unspeakable delight, tossing her head back and forth. It was
happening! She was being fucked, fucked, raped willingly by this young man! Ohhh,
how her cunt throbbed and burned for this!
"It's going deeeeep!" Lara cried.
"Does it hurt?" Jack asked, kissing her between her shoulder blades.
"No, no, it feels good!" Lara moaned. It was wonderful, the best feeling she'd ever had.
She didn't care what Jack thought of her. Lara didn't even care what Eileen would have
thought of her if she'd come in and discovered her mother being fucked like this. She
was being fucked, told in this way she was a desirable woman. That was what Lara
needed more than anything in the world.
"Oh, you're tight and fine, baby, tighter'n a lotta girls I fucked at school," Jack said,
wrapping both arms around her belly and playing with her dangling ttits.
"Ohhhh, when you pull it back like that... real slow... oh, damn, I think I'm gonna die."
Long strings of drool oozed from her mouth. Her arms trembled, threatening to
collapse. Then she let them do just that, falling against the pillow while her ass
remained still high in the air. She pranced it around as Jack dug his fingers into her
hips and fucked deep again. Sometimes the only thing that touched her was his cock
and fingers. He had them hooked around her hip bones. She wiggled around in his
grasp, aware of her helplessness and loving every second of it.
"Oh, Jack, Jack, I... I think I'm close, close, ohhh, so close... to... to coming!" Lara cried
out.
He was mounting her frantically, fucking hard into her drenched pussy. His dick made
squishy, sexy noises as it pistoned deep in and out of her steamy cunt. It was a piece of
heaven feeling this. How could she have not fucked for so long? Ohh, all the advice
she'd given her daughter was wrong, so wrong! Eileen had been kept under wraps all
these years for no good reason.
Or had her daughter remained as pure and chaste as she thought? With Jack as one of
her friends Lara wondered about that.
"Unnghhohhhh!" she cried. That sensation of his thick meat inside her pussy made her
clench the coverlet in her hands and whimper.
"Please, don't do that any more. Oh, I'm so close to coming!" she repeated.
Lara felt hot streaks of her juice dribbling down her thighs. She was soaked, frothing
with her fuck oil. She'd never been so wet, not even with Nick prancing around behind
her. She wanted to fuck every way there was to fuck. The dam of all her pent-up
emotions burst, drowning her with waves of perverted desire. Weakly she turned on her
hands and knees.
"Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!" she begged.
"You got it, baby, you got it," Jack said, slapping her jiggling ass several times until it
reddened under the blows. Lara couldn't believe it. Those slaps had actually heated her
pussy more, making it throb so hard she felt as if she were going to pass out from the
increased excitement.
Whimpering with lust she bobbed her ass frantically around in the air, making strange
humming sounds between her clenched teeth. A tingly thrill shot through her. Her
nipples wanted to be kissed, sucked. She arched her back, then let it sag as another
series of pre-orgasmic contractions raked her cunt.
"Oh, hurry, hurry!" she begged.
Lara was only a second away from sexual insanity. She felt a white-hot core of joy
building up in her pussy, making her belly buck with excitement. She was panting and
gasping, babbling meaningless phrases while her hair whipped across her wrists and
fingertips. Jack was moaning something behind her, sounding as if he had been
stabbed.
Then the second of madness passed. She was coming, coming with that dick inside her.
She felt him biting her neck, heard him swearing at her, felt him slapping her jiggling
asscheeks.
"Wawwwhhhhaaahhh!"
Lara's pussy muscles gripped onto the big hunk of meat, milking and caressing it as she
felt herself sailing off the bed into a realm she'd never seen before.
"Come, baby, come!"
Lara didn't need encouragement now. She came and came and came, knowing that if
she were to die it would be in the throes of her happiest moment on earth.
When she opened her eyes again Lara found herself curled next to Jack. The big young
man was stroking her nipples dreamily, staring down at her. Thoughts of her daughter
drifted across her mind. But nothing could have moved her from the bed short of a fire.
"I've got a... a kind of confession," Jack said, his lips curling up into a mocking smile
again. But this time there was just a trace of uncertainty in his deep voice.
"What is it?" Lara asked, sighing contentedly. She had no doubt that in a few minutes
she'd be ready to fuck again.
"Well... well, I've been making those phone calls."
The confession was like a lightning bolt. Lara sat upright, staring wide-eyed at the
young athlete. "But... why?"
"I dunno. I got your phone number from one of Eileen's friends. She thought I was
going to surprise her with a call for a date," Jack said, chuckling at his own cleverness.
He slid both hands under his head, locking his fingers together and rubbing one leg
with the toes of the other. "But I wanted to talk to you, to... fuck you. I wanted to the
first time I saw you at the open house. Guess
I dig older women."
Lara didn't know how to react. At first she felt horror at his deceit, then something like
overwhelming joy. To think she'd been her daughter's rival for the same man... and had
won! It was a terrible thought, but one that finally won out.
"That was wrong, Jack," she said, trying to look disapproving. But the smile on her face
gave her away.
"I thought you wouldn't mind. I wanna fuck you all night, all fuckin' night," he
whispered, moving one hand around her and drawing her tightly against him.
Lara laughed, embracing her new-found young lover with all the warmth she had.
Ohhh, how good it was to be wanted, to be fucked! In the distance she heard Nick
barking enviously. No, he'd have to have fun with his own kind now. And Eileen –
well, Lara would have to give her more freedom because she had her own drama to play
out.
"I want to fuck all night, too, Jack. Fuck me hard," Lara begged.
It was something she didn't have to say. He rolled on top of her, his knees pressing
hers apart while his hands pinned her shoulders down. She could feel his fleshy
dickhead wiggling over her pussy lips, then pressing down and in.
As the woman felt his fat cock slurping into her hole Lara knew she'd never feel lonely
or frustrated again. She wasn't the same Lara Brennen of several days ago. She was
going to invite Jack over again... and other men she met if she chose.
She sucked the boy's tongue deep into her mouth and stroked his hunching back. The
first part of her life had faded away. This next part was going to be another story. And
Lara had that wonderful, strange dog to thank for it!


THE END
