PB259  MOM'S NAUGHTY PET
By Paul Gable
                        

CHAPTER ONE

I can't .  . I just . . can't!
Linda Weatherby struggled with herself. Lying naked that evening on her bed, the attractive thirty-four-year-old blonde kept her hands pressed tightly against her thighs as she struggled with that tight itchy feeling between her legs.  It had been so easy to fight off before. Common sense had told her that a woman in her thirties with a teenaged daughter shouldn't be thinking about herself in that way.  Life as far as sex was over for her. After Doug had left her and she moved in with her ailing mother, such things as privacy ended. Sex.  Privacy. The words meant nothing to her now. All that mattered was a good education for her daughter, Christina, something her puritanical mother's money could provide.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed.
It was hard to keep up the act. The old woman watched her daughter and granddaughter like a hawk from her sick bed, making sure nothing "happened." No men, nothing. Well, if that was the price to pay for Christina's future, it was worth it. God only knows she had paid far worse for what little she had. She had had to sit and listen to her mother lecture about men, about the dirtiness of sex even in marriage, about how college was supposed to give her instant intelligence and wit!
Linda smiled, brushing away several beads of perspiration from her forehead. She'd approached marriage with Doug thinking that sex was some dirty little job they had to perform. Of course, her husband hadn't seen it in quite that way. Day after day Linda pushed him away complaining of a headache or fatigue. Doug began spending more and more time at the office . . . or so he said. Too bad for her the office had a nice long, wide couch where he and his secretaries could . . . fuck!
Linda shuddered. There was that word again bringing up all sorts of delicious, forbidden images of people doing that dirty thing! How strange.  After four years of college she still was medieval about sex. What a fine job her mother had done concerning that!
I wonder how Christina's doing? Linda thought to herself, pushing away that hot, tight sensation from her attention for the moment. The perky brunette teen had recently joined the sea scouts at school. One of the local Long Beach Naval Reserve units was going on a one-week Active Duty for Training in the desert near the Salton Sea. Even though it was mid-July and temperatures in central California were far over one hundred degrees, Christina was anxious to go.
Of course, the thought of having her daughter parade around seventy young men repulsed both her and her mother.  Only when the commanding officer came to their home and assured both of them the exercise would have several other girls in it that they would "by and large" be segregated from the men, and that there would be a female Navy lieutenant in charge of them did Linda and the old woman relent. After all, in spite of both their sexual hang-ups, they were patriots and proud of the fact Christina showed an interest in the armed forces. It was good for discipline and self-reliance, Linda's mother had said with a sharp nod. Besides, it might offer her better career opportunities.
"Mmmmmm!" Linda mumbled.
Could her mother hear? No, the old woman was upstairs, probably snoring away with that ridiculous young Doberman she'd purchased several months ago for "protection." Linda shivered again. How she hated dogs! And how she feared and hated this dog in particular! Her mother had somehow managed to train that animal to obey her. But Pouncer was defiant whenever she or Christina tried to order him around. At times he even snapped at her. Of course, her mother refused to listen to either of them, complaining that they didn't have the love and patience it took to train an animal. Linda agreed with that, silently saying that she preferred to give her affections to something a little more human than to some silly, vicious animal.
"Ohhhhh..."
She closed her eyes tightly, digging her finger-nails into her palm. Her cunt felt very, very hot and moist.  Instinctively, Linda began moving her hips from side to side, the velvety surfaces rubbing together. More hot juice seeped out and wet the rounded bottoms of her plump asscheeks. The sounds of the box springs groaning told her what she was doing. With a shock of fear she stopped.  Oh God, I can't masturbate!
Linda opened her eyes again and stared wildly at the darkened ceiling. The air around her seemed to hum and caress her hot cheeks. The blonde remembered what happened when her mother had caught her touching herself in the bathtub when she was only thirteen. The consequences of that had been terrible, with the result that Linda could never feel comfortable with herself or with a man!
"God!"
She hadn't been with a man now for three years.  And that, she told herself again and again, wasn't about to change. With Christina and her mother around it was just too embarrassing and dangerous. No, she didn't want to ruin her daughter's chances for a prosperous future and face her mother's wrath at the same time.
And besides, what would she have even if she could bring herself around to go on a date? Some junior executive on the make, or some widower pulling out pictures of his children while playing kneesies under the table? Linda wrinkled her forehead. She turned her head and stared out the window. How her breathing had become irregular and shallow! The attack of horniness this evening was worse than before. Her flesh glistened with sweat in the silver moonlight filtering in through the blinds. Time and time again, she tried to drive the pulsing, hot itch from her attention. But nothing this evening seemed to work.
I need a drink, Linda told herself, rising from the king-sized bed and swinging her lithe legs over the side.  Stretching out one hand, she gathered her flimsy nightgown, sliding it over her shoulders and tying it loosely over her thunderous thirty-seven-inch tits. At the door, the woman paused, glancing to the left at her reflection in the full-length dresser mirror. In the bright, full moonlight, Linda could see herself well. She was attractive . . . damned attractive and sexy. Her long, slender legs, her boyish hips that flared out, then tapered in, giving her that classic hourglass figure, and her large tits with their hard, red-tipped nipples made even old doddering men stare in admiration at her as she wiggled down the street. No sagging flesh, no ugly purple stretch-marks on the this body!
She made a half-turn, admiring her classic curves, then sighed. It seemed such a waste that no one would ever see her like this except perhaps the doctor or her daughter.
Linda turned the knob and opened the door. She was about to step into the corridor when she realized something or someone was in the long hall.  She stepped back, bringing one hand to her chest and sucking in a deep breath. There had been prowlers in the neighborhood lately. That was one reason why she didn't object to her mother's purchase of the Doberman at first. Could a thief be waiting to pounce on her?  She was about to slam and lock the door behind her when Linda realized it was that awful dog!
"Oh, Pouncer, you frightened me," she said with a nervous giggle.
The animal's brown eyes shined evilly in the strange light. Linda glanced behind her. The bed looked safe, comfortable, and was a good distance away from the animal now making her heart pound.
"OH!" she screamed.
The animal moved quickly, banging against the door and keep it open as the woman backed into her room.  Linda was terrified. Pouncer was standing in the middle of the doorway, his pointed ears pricked forward. She could hear his uneven breathing. The way he was staring at her made her shiver.
"Back, get away, Pouncer," she said firmly, rubbing her sweaty palms on her thighs.
But the animal remained. Linda thought she could hear him growling. It was a soft, smothered sound that signaled excitement more than anger.  Could it be he was after her, wanting her the way she . . . ? No, no, that was impossible.
"GET AWAY!" she shouted at him.
"Linda, is that you?"
At the sound of her mother's voice, the Doberman backed away, whimpering shyly while keeping his head down. Linda let out a long sigh of relief, gathering her nightgown tightly around her waist and stepping into the hall. Pouncer quickly ran up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Yes, Mother, I was just going downstairs to get some milk," she lied. She knew her mother hated the thought of anyone drinking under her roof.  God, how long had it been since she'd had a life of her own!
"Come upstairs, dear," the old woman rasped through the open door.
Pouncer was there. Linda trembled, then realized the animal wouldn't do anything while her mother was awake. Thank God, she thought, for small favors.
Closing her bedroom door, she walked to the foot of the stairs. The friction of her cuntlips rubbing over her swollen clit as she climbed the stairs had become wildly exciting.  She felt shamefully close to cumming! How odd. How often she and Doug had fucked, and how few times she'd achieved orgasm.  And now she was alone, climbing the stairs to see her mother and she was close to climax! Maybe she should see a doctor.  Some psychiatrists were into sex therapy, even taking care of patients themselves. Linda stopped halfway up the stairs, clutching the handrail tightly and trying to control her shallow breathing. She felt shakier than usual.
"Coming," she whispered, closing her eyes and fighting back that sensation between her legs once more. Yes a doctor, someone who would prescribe orgasms for her. I need two today, doctor, Linda thought to herself as she reached the head of the stairs.
"Down, Pouncer, down" Linda said as the animal swarmed around her legs. She felt his damp nose on her right calf, then felt it sliding up to her thigh. "Bad dog, get away," she said, kicking down at the dog. Pouncer walked alongside her all the way to her mother's doorway.
"Oh, there you are," the woman said, clapping her hands together. Pouncer whimpered, his ears pinned back as he bolted for the bed. Linda stood by the doorway, her arms folded over her tits. She surveyed her mother . . . invalid, confined to her bed, her life centering around that awful animal and the things pertaining directly to this big house.
"What did you want, Mother?" Linda asked, warily eyeing the dog.
"Oh yes, did the painters come yet?" she asked, wrinkling her face and making faces at the whimpering Doberman.
"No. I called again today, but they said they were busy," Linda said wearily. She was growing tired of following her mother's whims. The house didn't really need all the attention her mother gave it. But there was Christina's future to think of. There was little Linda could give her daughter except guidance and love. Bertha, her mother, could give much more. Grin and take it, Linda thought to herself as she watched Pouncer lapping her mother's hands. God, how she wanted to kick that animal . . . wanted even to kick her mother!
"You must be more forceful, dear. I can't get out of bed and do things myself, now can I?" Bertha said, taking her eyes off the prancing Doberman for the moment and staring accusingly at her daughter.
"No, of course not, Mother. I'll call them first thing in the morning and insist they come," Linda said, feeling her exasperation growing. She had to get out of that sickroom or she was going to say something terrible.
"Very well," Bertha sighed, giving the animal a goodnight pat.
"Goodnight, Mother," Linda said, backing out of the room.
Behind her, she could hear Pouncer whistling through his nose and letting out a bark. Just before she closed the door the animal ran out. He was making a muted growling noise in his throat and nosed between Linda's legs.
"NO!" Linda said.
She braced herself against one wall and slapped down.  The dog ducked back, his stubby black tail wagging mischievously. Linda backed down the corridor, one hand behind her for guidance as the animal moved slowly. His head was down, his eyes fixed on her, that low growl becoming more noticeable. She felt as if she were some animal of prey. He was after her, ready to tear her to pieces if she didn't . .  . didn't do what?
Groaning, the woman turned around and ran for the stairs. He was just as fast, trotting quickly to her and shoving his nose up between her moving thighs. With a chilling thrill, the woman realized he bumped the underside of her cunt.
"OH!"
Linda stiffened, backing away from the animal until she bumped hard into the wall.
"Get away, get away from me!" she whispered, raising one hand threateningly.
But the dog didn't pay attention to her. She tried kicking him. The animal swirled behind her easily.  The woman felt his hot breath on her thighs now.  She let out a whimper, snapping her knees together and gathering her gown tightly around her thighs.  Linda slid along the wall back toward her mother's room. She'd think of something to tell the old woman when she reappeared at the doorway.
"OH!" Linda said.
This was awful. The dog ran quickly down the hall, blocking her escape route. When she turned and started running for the stairs, he was in front of her again, his forelegs spread widely apart, braced for a bolt in any direction.
Linda brushed several strands of blonde hair away from her face. She could, of course, call out for her mother. But what would she say? How could she explain her concern over the animal to that woman?
"Pouncer, get back!"
She had to get downstairs, had to get a drink, maybe even a knife to keep that animal away from her. But the dog still had her cornered. It was so weird, so like some of the sexual nightmares she'd been having lately. But when she knew there was no escape in her dreams, she'd awaken with a scream in her throat. But now she couldn't scream.
"NO!"
The dog moved forward quietly while she was wrapped in her private thoughts. His nose pressed again against her hot cunt. She felt it shove up, separate her puffy cuntlips and actually touch some of the pussy meat.
"Ohhhh . . ."
For a moment she wondered what it would be like letting this beast do what he wanted with her.  Then common sense returned to her. No, doing . . . things with dogs was something you heard dirty jokes about, something you read about in sick porno books or saw in dirty movies. But in real life it didn't happen.
Or did it?
She was so weak. Her shoulders were shaking and the tightness gripping her chest now extended to her throat. It was crazy, insane to be up here with the animal.
"Get back," Linda demanded, raising her right hand again. But she couldn't ignore that swelling ball of sexual heat in her belly, the heat that made her cunt buckle in. She was panting, panting as heavily as that Doberman crouching in front of her.
"No, no, I can't, I won't," Linda whispered, grasping frantically at the wall as she half-walked, half-crawled to her mother's room. Pouncer butted her thighs apart with his head and started licking her asscheeks. Linda snapped one hand behind her, pushing the animal's big head away. She could feel the bottom of her nightgown wet with the dog's spit and her cuntjuice.
"This is . . . horrible," she gasped, her words sounding so silly and lost in that empty hallway.  She could actually smell herself now, smell that musky juice seeping from her cunt. The Doberman liked it. He was after that little tasty prize. It was something awful, unnatural. Surely this was an accident, a quirk, something that couldn't happen again in a million years.
"Pouncer, get away from me," she demanded.
But the Doberman's tongue lapped noisily at her crotch.  She started enjoying the sensation of his tongue grazing her exposed cuntlips. She gasped from the unbelievable tickle.  Desperately, she shoved her gown down, knocking the big dog away. Pouncer licked her fingers, nuzzling them with wild eagerness.
"Oh, God, no, noooooo!"
Linda wheeled around suddenly, bolting for her mother's door. Pouncer followed, going right through what few defenses she had and sticking his tongue between her legs. The sudden, near-scalding pressure of his maw as it peeled her cuntlips apart nearly brought her to her knees. She heard him growling low in his throat. Her knees shook and she stumbled down the hall. Everything around her was swimming around as if she'd taken some drugs. It was a dog, a Goddamned dog! Surely she could get away from him.
"Please, God in heaven, holy Jesus, help me," she whimpered.
Linda felt her asscheeks pressing tightly in a corner.  She couldn't pull away from the Doberman.  She couldn't seem to make him stop. If only she could bring herself to call out. But fear of her mother, fear of what the old woman would say stopped her. Trapped! Once again Linda felt herself trapped. And this time her sanity was at stake.

CHAPTER TWO
"Let go, Let GO!"
Pouncer had opened his mouth, closing those powerful jaws gently on her right ankle. He was tugging backward, his back bowed down, his ears pinned back, his fangs sinking into her flesh. There was some pain. But mixed with that sensation was an odd amount of pleasure. Linda bent her knee and kicked, trying to shake the growling animal off. She had her arms spread out for balance, hopping down the hall with the big Doberman still attached to her leg.
"Stop it. Oh, please, DON'T!"
Pouncer was rolling up his eyes again, studying her reaction to this latest move Linda felt a chill of excitement. Did this animal really know what he was doing?  Could he be thinking like a man, like a human lover? That possibility made the girl faint with excitement.
No, no, I'm not really doing this, Linda said to herself as the Doberman let her go and she struggled for her balance.  Leaning against the wall, the tall blonde wiped her forehead with the back of one hand, staring down at the big black dog.  The tie around her gown had grown loose. Her tits were swinging free, the nipples long, hard, itchy. The big blonde raised her hands and rubbed the palms over those hard tit-tips. Oh, how she wished someone could lick them, take them in their mouth and suck until. . . NO! Oh, God, what was she thinking about?
"Bad, bad dog!" Linda nearly shouted, kicking him hard in the chest and stumbling for the stairs.
Pouncer reeled back, barking in surprise as she quickly descended the stairs for the living room.  She had to have a drink, something that would steady her nerves and leave her ready to deal with that pursuing animal.
"Thank God," she whispered, peering over her shoulder when she reached the bottom of the stairs.  Pouncer evidently had given up. She could hear him upstairs, whining, scratching at her mother's door. Did Bertha. . . ? No, no, that was absurd!  Her mother was incapable of having anything to do with sex, let alone committing an act most whores would turn their noses up at.
At the liquor cabinet, the woman poured herself a tall V.O., shakily holding the glass while leaning against the front edge of the wet bar. The house was so dark, so quiet, especially with Christina off at that damned summer military camp. Who would know? Who would tell anyone if she were to march upstairs right now, fling off that gown and lay down naked on her bed while Pouncer scrambled up and finished her off.
"Mmmmmm," Linda groaned, tilting the cold glass up to her lips and swallowing the burning liquor. It made her feel so good, so relaxed, so calm. Suddenly the fears that had been assailing her had melted away. No, she couldn't go through with anything with that Doberman. But now Linda thought she could see things in perspective. She was horny.  The dog smelled her burning cunt and tried to take advantage of it. But she had held firm, knocking the animal away and saving herself . . from what?
Doesn't matter, she thought, taking another swallow of the blended whiskey. Adjusting her nightgown and retying it tightly around her waist, Linda walked to the large padded sofa, sitting down and swirling the liquor around in her glass.
There was something incredibly sad in the fact that Pouncer was the only thing in a long time that might have given her sexual satisfaction. Is that the kind of woman she'd become . . . a bitch, another dog? Linda felt her throat tighten while hot tears welled up in her eyes. Wasn't she attractive enough, good enough for men? Couldn't she get dressed right now, go off to some bar and pick up any man?
She laughed, tilting the glass up again and finishing her drink. Linda was about to pour herself another when she realized Pouncer had silently trotted down the stairs and was now in the living room. Re stood between her and the bar, growling that same low growl that had excited and terrified her on the upstairs landing.
"Oh, no, no," she moaned.
He moved fast, jumping forward and positioning himself strongly between her knees. He restarted licking them wildly, the sound of his hot, rough tongue slurping over her flesh filling the room. She felt his sharp claws raking her flesh and she threw her head back. Linda was terrified, her eyes wide with fear as she peered down at the licking Doberman. In the dark, he looked twice his size and twice as ferocious.  Beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead as the blonde tried edging to one side, desperately looking for some path for escape.
"Back, back," she whispered unconvincingly.
What would mother say if she came stumbling down the stairs looking for her favorite? Of course that was impossible. Mother was confined to the bed, probably asleep while her daughter was being attacked by her pet!
"Ohhhhh!"
Linda let out a shivery moan as the dog pushed aside her gown. It fell completely open, the edges clinging for a moment to her hardened tits, then falling away. Linda sucked in a deep breath, wallowing her shoulders against the cushion of the sofa. She was naked now, the gown having been shrugged off, lying in a clump behind her moving asscheeks. Yes, she was sliding her ass back and forth, actually feeding her pussy to the growling, lapping animal now. Oh, what could she be thinking of when she did this? Her name was Linda Weatherby, a good woman, a good mother, incapable of even thinking of doing something like this with an animal.
And yet it was so good, so evilly, deliciously good!  Incredibly, Linda moved down on the divan cushion, shoving her thighs forward. The animal whimpered and moved the long tip of his snout from side to side. He was stretching her cunt with his cold nose. The short fur on his maw created an unbelievable tickle, making her cuntlips spasm wonderfully.
Linda let her head fall forward, her hair covering her flushed face. She was breathing hard, moving her back over the sofa cushion. She felt her tits sliding over her sweat-dampened chest. Linda raised her hands again, cupping them over her thunderous tits. She pinched her nipples, letting out a low moan as a resulting spasm socked her pussy like a doubled fist. Oh, how good it was to flick her thumbs over her tits, pinching them, pushing them down into the surrounding reddened flesh, then letting them pop back up!  Oh, if only someone else were doing this, a big, strong stud pinning her to the couch with his hairy legs, driving his cock into her swampy hole while his balls, filled with hot cum, tightened against his cockroot.
"No, no, I can't be thinking . . . doing. Oh, no, noooooo!"
Linda's head tilted back. With glazed eyes, she surveyed the dark living room. It was as if everything were underwater. It was getting so hard to breathe and all the furniture seemed to be swimming around her. She felt him pressing his snout against her inner cuntlips, forcing them wide apart.  Linda heard the glass hit the rug, the jangling of the spilling ice cubes mixing with her long, low moans.
With one last effort at stopping this madness before it got out of control, Linda caught the dog's head in her hands and pushed it away. He was growling louder now. His eyes slitted and his ears went back. Linda felt herself chill again. Would he bite her, tear her throat out if she didn't do as he wanted?
Oh, how could her mother, an invalid, a woman who got on everyone's nerves, command this Doberman so easily? Pouncer opened his mouth wide and again pressed his sharp front teeth into the flesh of her left thigh. He was biting. It was like before when he nipped at her ankle. He was just showing her he was boss.
Linda sucked in a breath, feeling his teeth pressing back the tendons and muscles in her thigh. The dog let go for a second, then bit higher on her leg.  She could feel his tongue, his hot, wet mouth on her flesh. It made her heart pound wildly in her chest. The dog pushed his shoulders farther down between her knees. She felt them being shoved apart, and she enjoyed letting it happen now.  Linda tasted blood from her lower lip. Good! It was one way she could punish herself for letting things go this far.
"Mmmmmmnnoooooo!"
Linda felt so weak. It was the kind of weakness she felt
when she was waking up from one of those bizarre dreams she'd
been having lately
"OHHHHHH!" she sobbed, rolling to her side on the couch.  Linda tried curling up into a ball, moving her knees up to her tits.
But Pouncer held firm. He lapped at her fully exposed swollen cuntlips, grunting with excitement and satisfaction.  He seemed more maddened than before, aroused to the exploding point. He gouged his claws up against her thighs, sticking his long nose up and down against her slick pussy folds and hollows. She could see that her hot juice was wetting down the fur around his mouth. His black nostrils glistened with it in the dark. His pink tongue lapped sloppily over her furry pussylips, spreading them, opening up the woman's drooling cunt to his every lap. And when he concentrated his licking on her clit, Linda thought she was going to go out of her mind!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Linda pushed out one leg, fanning her toes until they cramped. The excruciating tickle was starting to grow more intense. She knew it was building up to a powerful orgasm.  And yet the woman couldn't yet grasp what the meaning of it all was, if indeed there were any meaning at all.
"GOD!" Linda cried.
Linda felt her mind overload with the rubbing of the Doberman's tongue. She moved one shaky hand down to her cunt, feeling just how soaked she was. The woman could feel the wiry blonde cunt-hairs tickling the sensitive flesh just under her nails. Ohhhh, she'd never been that swollen, that open, that wet and hot before, even when Doug was in his prime and exciting her to the max!
The dog was licking her fingers, getting them good and wet, petting the whitened knuckles with his tongue while still digging his claws into her fleshy thighs. Linda was spinning out of control. She was gasping for breath now, trying to feed her wriggling body with oxygen. Had she embraced this dog now as her lover? The way she was moving, the way she petted the animal with her feet while he ate hungrily away at her juicing cunt told her the answer.
"Oh yes, yesssss," the woman hissed.
When she dragged her fingers up her belly, the tips made lovely wet streaks. The streaks dried and seemed to increase the rushing heat of her oncoming orgasm. The prickly sensation of the material of the sofa cushions rubbing against her ass excited her too. Everything around her seemed to be pushing the woman toward climax.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Suddenly, thoughts of her mother, of the morality she represented flashed into Linda's mind. What in the name of God could she be doing? What would her daughter think if she was to stumble into the house suddenly and find her mother like this?  The girl was headstrong, God only knows, and sexually curious. But this sort of thing, Linda was sure, didn't fall under Christina's fast-growing list of things to do.
"Get away!" she breathed, falling over the edge of the sofa. She crawled on all fours across the carpet, feeling the pulsing itch of her cunt grow worse with every movement she made. Pouncer, of course, was behind her, whimpering with confusion, not understanding why the blonde, so complacent before, now was trying to run away.
Linda was crawling for the downstairs bathroom. It was the only place nearby where she could escape from the animal and try to get herself back together again.
"No, back, back!" she cried, kicking the dog in the face.
Pouncer yelped, jumping away from the woman, then moving up to one side. She was on her belly now, dragging herself over the carpet. Her cunt was still completely exposed. The dog made another move, pushing part of his black muzzle into the hot slit of her cunt.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh!"
Linda curled her fingers around the molding of the bathroom doorway, trying to pull herself in.  She could smell the fresh, damp air wafting over the body. If only she could pull herself in a few more feet.
But Pouncer held on, lapping up and down, pushing his tongue in deeper, actually curling it, stiffening it so it felt like a tiny cock fucking her!  Linda turned around, her head in the bathroom, her torso propped up on her elbows as she looked heavy-lidded at the animal and what was going on.
Desperately, the woman again tried to fight up through the crazy lust she felt. She tried shoving Pouncer away again. But her arms were weak. Her fingers were actually curling behind his furry pointed ears. She humped her back, shoving her swollen cunt up against his muzzle. That pink tongue drove up and down her cunt crack. It was sooooo good, so shamelessly good. The woman felt her clit burning from the steady lapping friction.
"No, I won't let this happen to me. I can't let this happen."
But Linda found herself panting harder than ever.  Lowering herself back to the floor, she raised her knees back, back until they were almost against her tits. She hadn't done this sort of thing since Doug, since he fucked her the last time oh so long ago!
And how good it felt! If only there was a man on top of her, a man holding her, caressing her, kissing her while his cock dragged along her slick cunt.
Linda moved her back and shoulders from side to side, rolling her head as the dog lapped with a frenzy. Her moans echoed in the large bathroom while she gasped and babbled to the big animal. All her inhibitions had evaporated under her superheated sex urge. It had been so long, too long to feel something like this. What did it matter if a Doberman was the thing bringing her these lovely, rushing sensations?
The woman cried out as a particularly sharp series of spasms passed through her pussy. She brought her feet together at the sides of Pouncer's head, rubbing him with her toes. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth while she moved her ass up, let it fall back down, then shoved it up to the dog again. Up and back, up and down, faster and faster until she was breaking out in a hot sweat. Her nostrils were flared like those of a mare in rut! She arched her back, shoving up to give the lapping animal her clit again.
"Uhhhh... ohhhhhh!"
Linda didn't care about anything anymore. She could have a seizure doing this and it wouldn't matter. It was the best thing that had happened to her since Doug had first fucked her that wedding night so long ago!
"MMMMM!"
But oh, if only she could have that sensation of a cock reaming her out, a hot, hard, long thick cock splitting her in two, shoving her itchy, slick pussy walls apart and gurgling down into her cunt! Yes, yes, that was what she needed! Wildly, the blonde scratched her fingers over the Doberman's shiny black coat, closing her eyes and pretending it was some stud, some tall, thick-muscled stud eating her out, wanting her as desperately as she wanted him!
"Good . . . good!" she panted.
Pouncer brushed over her drooling pussy and licked down around her asshole. No, no, she didn't want the beautiful sensations to decrease. Wiggling her ass desperately and pleading with the dog, Linda managed to regain his interest in her cunt-hole.
"Yes, yes, good doggie, good . . . that's it, lick there!"
Linda felt her cunt muscles spasm. She could feel the muscles trying to grab the dog's black nose. She was quivering on the edge of climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. Kicking her legs high, Linda let go what few controls she had on her body. The animal slowed his licking friction, eyeing her curiously.
"HHHRHHHH! No, don't stop! Oh God, don't!"
She pitched on the floor, bucking her ass against Pouncer's jaws. The animal went back to his cunt licking while Linda scissored her legs tightly around his thick neck.
She didn't want to hold back any longer. Tossing her head
around, feeling her hair splashing in soft tangles around her
face and neck, she pitched over the edge and wallowed in
orgasm
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Wawwaaahhhh!" the woman shrieked.  She bucked her body so wildly, the animal nearly was thrown off. But he stayed, licking and nuzzling her cumming pussy.  Oh, those wet, smacking sounds seemed louder than before.  She jerked like a speared fish, wanting more of his snout in her hole!
How long her orgasm had lasted Linda didn't know. When she opened her eyes again, she found the dog lying next to her. She'd been hugging his soft-furred body against her.  Gritting her teeth, Linda pushed herself away, rolling over onto her belly and crawling into the bathroom. Pouncer was about to follow when she kicked the bathroom door shut.
"Oh God, what have I done?" she sobbed, crawling to the bathtub and turning on the water.  She would have to wash her body all night, Linda felt, to feel clean again. How could she have done something like that, under her mother's roof yet?
The water felt good against her forehead.  Yes, she'd convince her mother to get rid of Pouncer.  Either that or she'd personally shoot that damned dog before he tried something like that again.
Sliding into the steamy water, Linda felt her thoughts blurring into one another. Soaping down her tits, the blonde wondered about Christina and how she was managing the rough desert terrain.

CHAPTER THREE
"We're lost!"
Christina peered at her compass, swinging first to the south, then to the east, desperately trying to steady the disobedient needle. Behind her, a tall Navy lieutenant stared off into the darkened desert. A soft breeze blew from the south, rustling the stiff branches of mesquite trees.
"Come on, Weatherby, you managed to get us out of this before," he said, his hands on his thick-muscled hips.
Christina began to feel real panic rising in her.  She'd wondered about this trip in the first place.  The Navy, after all, was supposed to be at sea, not in the middle of the Mojave Desert. But the idea of traipsing out into the wilderness with nothing more than your common sense to guide you appealed to her. The unit, a cross between the Marines and Navy Seals, opted for this two-week training duty, feeling it was good survival training for the men.
"I know. But I can't seem to get this thing to stand still," she said, making a face at the compass.
"Here, let me try."
Christina handed the instrument over to Lieutenant Hal Caffey and stood back, nearly backing into a large cactus tree. Her adviser at school for the sea scouts had recommended this training duty.  Even more surprising was her mother's and grandmother's approval of the trip. That alone should have told Christina it wouldn't turn out to be the fun she'd thought it would.
"Any luck?" she asked nervously, wiping her palms on her green combat trousers. Her feet were killing her in those heavy black boots and the green combat shirt was chafing her tender skin. Thank God, it was at least cool enough to breathe. During the day, she thought she was going to pass out from the heat. In fact, Christina had thought about canceling out on this evening's land navigation course. But then she overheard some of the enlisted men talking about how some of the girls couldn't "cut it," Her pride was stung and the girl rose to the occasion. Now Christina was having second thoughts about that decision as well as the first to come out here. They were lost, or so it seemed.  They had been dropped off at a point some ten miles away from camp and told to navigate their way back. Christina had been assigned to Lieutenant Caffey after, it seemed, he'd talked with the commanding officer. She was a little nervous about going out in the middle of the desert at night with a man. Her mother had been careful about her dating even though Christina had fought desperately for more freedom. Now that she had it, the perky brunette wasn't too sure she knew how to handle it.
"Yeah, I think we'd better move on this way," Hal said, nodding his head in the direction of a mountain range named the Chocolate Peaks.
"Are you sure?" Christina asked hesitantly, following him like a frightened puppy dog. God only knows she didn't want to be left behind in this desolate moonscape. But still, she felt the way back to camp was to the east, not to the north.
"Yeah, no problem," he said, stuffing the compass back into his shirt pocket.
Christina made no protest. He'd been out here before.
Surely he knew his way around this God forsaken spot.
For the next hour, the two walked toward the mountains.  Gradually the vegetation thickened.  The cactus and mesquite were replaced by rushes and other plants that needed more water. In a few more minutes, Christina swore she could smell water. They had to be nearing the American Canal.  Lt. Caffey had been right! The canal ran right behind the small camp she was stationed at. The young brunette breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"Let's rest here," Lt. Caffey said, apparently rather relieved as well.
Christina slipped her backpack off, dropped it to the ground and sat on it, taking off her cap. Her long brown hair tumbled down over her shoulders.  How good it felt to run her fingers through it!  What a bother it was to pin it up into that tight bun and stuff it under the hat! This military business, Christina thought at the moment, was better kept for the men.
"You know," Hal began after staring at her for some time, "I didn't think you and the other girls were going to make it as well as you have."
Christina shifted her feet uneasily, dropping her eyes.  She felt a rush of blood to her face and thanked God it was dark enough to hide her blush.  She'd been eyeing this young lieutenant every since she arrived several days ago. And, she suspected, he'd been staring just as hard at her. That was why the girl had mixed feelings when the two of them were assigned on this patrol.
"Well, I think women can function just as well as men in some cases out here," she said, surprised at the sophisticated sound of her voice. Christina didn't think of herself as a women's libber by any stretch of the mind. But there were times when the way certain men acted around her infuriated the girl.
"Maybe," Hal said, shuffling his feet and picking at the weeds growing between his feet. "But I still like my women soft and feminine."
"OH!"
Christina felt stung to the quick and didn't know why.  It was as if he'd slapped her with that comment. She was certainly soft and certainly feminine. Was he leading into something or was it just a comment?
"Yeah, not wearing combat boots," Hal continued, staring meaningfully at the girl.
She could feel his black eyes zooming in for a close-up of her body. The uniform did nothing for her sex appeal. She dropped her eyes again. But breaking his stare did no good.  She could still feel his searching stare burn through her clothing.
"I don't wear these all the time," she said defensively, wondering why she had felt to say anything at all. Christina instinctively knew it would have been better to leave things as they were. But, oh, how confused she was, especially when Hal stared at her in that sexy way. She tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was dripping with juice now, tightening, clenching, spasming for no other reason except that the big lieutenant was eyeing her.
"No, guess not. Guess back home you got plenty of boyfriends," he said, fishing for his pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket.
"No." Less said about that the better. Christina was starting to worry about where his conversation was leading.
"Too bad. The way you're built I would've thought you'd be knocking them off your doorstep," he said, taking one cigarette from the pack and holding it loosely between his lips. There was a flash of yellow light illuminating Hal's handsome face. A shock of black hair hung rakishly over his smooth forehead. His black mustache and neatly trimmed beard shined for a moment, then disappeared in the darkness.
"When can we start going?" Christina asked, wishing they had never stopped. Oh, he was like all the others her mother and grandmother had told her about. All they wanted was to slide up between her legs. That, she was told, was the worst thing that could happen to a girl when she wasn't married.
But then why were the pleasant emotions she felt taking control of her with increasing intensity? At first she thought it was a trick her body was playing on her. But now Christina wasn't so sure and she certainly couldn't take her problems to her mother.
Does he know how I feel right now? she thought.
That question haunted her now as she fidgeted on her knapsack. Did he know her tits kept on swelling until her nipples were tense. Does he think she's an iceberg? Fucking!  How her girlfriends giggled about it at school, telling Christina all the things they did in their cars, things their parents didn't even suspect were going on! It shocked the young brunette. More, it made her feel left out when she told her friends no boy had touched her.  They all stared at her as if she'd dropped straight down from the moon. Everyone fucked, it seemed.  It was just a matter of degree.
"Yeah, I like 'em nice and soft," Hal repeated, taking a long drag from his cigarette and staring meaningfully at Christina.
The girl felt panic race through her like lightning.  She knew that look instinctively, knew that it preceded direct sexual action. Where could she run? Where could she hide from him? There was nothing around them, no one in listening range.  The girl closed her knees and leaned back as Hal flipped the glowing cigarette to the ground and crushed it out with his heel. He pressed his hands together, resting his chin on his fingertips and stared at her.
"Yeah, what the fuck," he whispered to himself out loud.
Christina stood up, gathering her backpack up in her hands. She was going to go on with or without him.
"Hey, where you think you're going?"
His voice was harsh, dictatorial. Christina was about to say something when she felt both hands on her shoulders.
"No, don't . . . don't," Christina said.
"Don't what?"
Hal wheeled her around, holding her tightly with his paw-like hands. Christina started to struggle.
"You let me go or I'll scream," she threatened,  the backpack dropping to the ground with a dull thud.
"Who's gonna hear you?" Hal said, laughing lightly. Then his expression changed and his grip tightened. Christina felt the iron bands of his arms close around her. Oh, it was terrible but she loved the way his touch made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl with pleasure. Her tits seemed to be growing. Oh, how they hurt! She wished she could take off that green combat shirt, or for that matter, wished she could take off all her clothes. It was warm enough. Certainly she and some of her female cousins in San Bernardino had done that in the summertime when they went skinny dipping in the river.
"Oh yeah, yeah, you're nice, real nice and soft," Hal murmured.
Christina could feel the lieutenant's chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. When it rose, his grip tightened until it seemed that every hard, muscular inch of his body pressed into her. A tingling sensation was growing more and more hot and tense between her shivering legs. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickling its way through the furry covering of her tight, untapped cunt.
"Don't do this. Please, you're not supposed to.
I can't . . . I never . . ."
Christina couldn't bring herself to tell the lieutenant she was a virgin. There was something almost embarrassingly shameful about that admission. Most girls her age at school were more than casually experienced with fucking.
Hal slid his hands down her body and onto her ass. He grabbed up the loose, green, starchy material, rubbing it over her flesh.
"This is for the shits," he said, moving his hands back up and unbuttoning her shirt. Christina felt limp. It took all her strength not to fall as the big man pulled the loosened shirt off, then worked her belt open and slid down her trousers.
"Damned boots," he muttered.
Christina felt herself floating in a dreamland.  Somehow, Hal had pulled off her boots and slipped off her trousers without tilting her over. She was standing there in the middle of the desert, the tall rushes hiding her, wearing only her white nylon panties and matching bra.
"Nice, nice," he whispered, smoothing his calloused fingers over her flesh.
Christina moaned with excitement. She was doing it, actually doing it! Her heart pounded so hard, she could swear Hal could hear it. Another breeze ruffled her hair, making the surrounding plants whisper.
"I... ohhhhh!"
Hal slid his hands down her body and onto her ass again.  As he pulled her tighter against him. He gave a slight hunch to his hips. Christina didn't try to pull away this time. He squeezed her asscheeks slowly, firmly, making the flesh separate. The resulting pressure pulled her puffy cuntlips apart.  Christina thought she was going to die from her growing sexual heat. More juice oozed out, wetting down the silky nylon crotch of her damp panties.
"Oh, you're nice and hot, Christ. Yeah, nice and hot and ready to fuck," Hal breathed, kissing her neck, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.
Fucking? No, no, it couldn't happen out here, not to her!
But Christina didn't want to stop. Having her ass squeezed felt good. His hands were gentle, even if they were so strong. It was only when the lieutenant started hunching harder that she started to really worry. Her body was doing strange things.  She felt as if someone had slipped some cream inside her cunt. It was so wet and slippery down there now. That tingle had also grown into a more urgent, concentrated sensation between her legs.  Her plump cuntlips were aching to be touched, to be rubbed', to be fucked open.
"No, stop, I can't do this," she protested weakly.
But Hal knew when he had a good thing. He felt her hands tightening around his neck. Christina hunched back. This time she could feel something big and hard between his legs. It was shaped like a big hotdog and every time he humped, it felt as if he were aiming for the itchy spot between her, legs.
"Fucking, fucking," he whispered. "That's what we're gonna do, baby."
"Fucking," she repeated weakly.
He loosened his grip on her for the moment.  Christina looked up and saw his eyes boring into hers. There was a burning determination there that Christina had seen once or twice before. It was when he was pushing the men to do better on the obstacle course in the burning midday sun. How she hated him then! How she wanted to walk right up and tell him to stop. He was killing them, she thought. It was that, same determination she felt in him now as be stared hotly at her.
"You're gonna dig it, really like what I'm going to do to you," he whispered.
The lieutenant pulled back, slowly unbuttoning his green shirt. Christina thought she was going to faint when she saw his hairy chest in the moonlight.  Reaching down, the big man smiled slyly, fumbling with his brass buckle, then tugging the black web belt open. She gasped as one after another of the fly buttons popped open, his baggy green trousers falling.
"OH!" Christina said with a gasp.
In the semi-darkness Christina could easily make out the fat, jiggling bulge pressing hard against the front of his white cotton jockeys. Hal bent down, unlacing his boots, stepping out of both them and his combat trousers. Another cool breeze blew through the tall rushes. Hal was nearly naked as he approached her again.
"I don't know . . . I never did this before," Christina shamefully confessed.
"I don't care. Makes it more interesting, then," Hal said.
Christina suddenly felt her ear grow hot and ticklish.  He was holding her around the waist again, moving his hands up and down the silken panty material, tugging at it, pretending he was going to strip her naked right there, then stopping at the last moment. Oh, how she wanted him to touch her all over. The girl moved her legs slightly, feeling her plump cuntlips rubbing against one another. Cuntjuice bubbled out of her slit, wetting down her nylon crotch. The narrow band of material was twisting around, turning into a rope that was cleaving her pussylips in two.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Hal breathed.
Christina shivered when she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against the virgin mound between her legs. Then she felt his breath against her cheeks. He was going to kiss her.  It would be the start of something she knew she couldn't finish.  She had to resist. She had to fight back.
"Mmmmmmm!" Christina mumbled.
For a second, the girl struggled against his hot, slippery tongue. He pressed forward until they were locked tightly together, their bodies swaying from side to side. No, it was wrong, wrong. But slowly Christina accepted what was going on inside her body. His strength and sexuality was simply too great for her. Slowly she opened under the pressure. While his thick, rough tongue lashed down her throat, the girl felt her pussylips being pulled apart again.  Hal had his hands under her asscheeks, working his fingers across the bare flesh at the edge of her panties. Every time he squeezed down, her cuntlips pulled open. Before she could protest, she felt two fingers wiggling under one leg-band of her briefs.
"MMMMMMM!" Christina sighed.
Christina raised both hands and shoved hard against his heaving, hairy chest. His fingers were rubbing over the flesh between her ass and cunt!  Christina started moaning low and deep while hot juice seeped out of her cunt, wetting her panties.
"Oh fuck, fuck!" Hal groaned, breaking away for a second; then going back to tonguing her mouth savagely.
As their spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Christina could feel nine inches of hot, throbbing cock meat pressing against her cunt. She wondered how it would feel trenching out her hole.  And in a flash, the girl realized that in seconds she would find out!

CHAPTER FOUR

"Oh, baby, you want me bad. Shit, you want me as bad as I want you," Hal said, hooking his fingers around the elastic waistband of his shorts.  He had broken away from the girl again when she started clawing desperately at his chest.
"No, no, it's not true!" she wailed, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands. Christina was several feet away from the big man now, crisscrossing her arms modestly in front of her tits and cunt, trying to cover herself while her cheeks blushed red with shame. How could she have let things get so out of control?
"Yeah, you're so fuckin' hot, you're gonna cry when I stick this thing into you."
Hal reached down with one hand and cupped his fingers around his cockhead. Squeezing, the young man moaned, making Christina shiver with excitement and fear. No, she couldn't go through with this. She'd told her mother no man would ever touch her before marriage. Her grandmother had indicated she'd throw the two of them out of the house if she ever heard of any "misbehavior" by either of them. And yet now, in spite of all those warnings and threats, Christina couldn't stop herself.
The big lieutenant walked up to her, his bare feet crunching down the soft stalks of the rushes.
"Fucking, baby, that's what we're gonna be doin'," he whispered, holding her tightly again.
Christina clung to him, her soft body rippling under his touch. She knew he was going to pop her cherry, ream her out with his cock until she couldn't piss for a week. But now in his arms again, the girl didn't care. He picked her up, walking with her to the pile of clothes he'd kicked together earlier. As they reached the makeshift bed, his mouth ate into hers again.
Christina felt his tongue sliding back down her throat, going so deep. She thought it was going to slide down all the way to her belly. Oh, how good it would feel to have that tongue touching the spot where it was so hot and tight and itchy.
"That's it, nice and easy," Hal whispered, bending his knees and gently lowering her onto the pile.
Christina stared up at the cloudless sky. She could see millions of stars, it seemed. The Milky Way was off to the right. In the background, she could hear the distant cry of wolves as they preyed the mountains for late dinners. And over her was Hal, his big body blotting out much of the sky.
When his fingers started to work their way back under the hem of her briefs, she tried to pull away again.
"Hey, it's gonna be all right," the lieutenant said, holding her by the hips.
"I . . . I'm frightened," she whispered
"Nothing to be afraid of," Hal said, retreating for the moment. He settled on top of her body, dry fucking her for the moment. Christina couldn't move. She felt as if she were floating above the ground, carrying him with her across the sky. That iron-hard column of cock flesh between his legs kept jabbing into her belly and thighs. She couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth wide and sucking his tongue deeper inside.
Her legs gradually spread apart as Hal settled between them. Christina shifted her ass back and forth, feeling the clothes gathering under her asscheeks. The smell of the rushes and mesquite filled the air like a heavy perfume.
"Feel funny?"
"Yes, oh yes," she gasped, throwing her arms around his neck.
Christina felt those inhibitions melting away again.  Just as long as he took it slow, just as long as he didn't get too fast for her, it was fine.
"Nice and hot, down here, right?" Hal asked, his right hand reaching between her legs and cupping her tender pussy hard.
"Oh, YES!"
The girl moaned, rolling her head from side to side.  Her knees jerked part of the way up, then flopped back down to the ground. Christina was rocking her thighs from side to side, sliding her heels over the pile of clothing. She moaned again as Hal worked his fingers greedily over the plump, sensitive cuntlips. Once or twice, she had tried to shove his hand away. But his grip was too tight. He was milking her cuntlips, working their swollen, furry edges together. Creamy pussy-foam started dripping from between them, wetting down his fingers so much, she could hear them clicking together.
"Ummmmmohhhhh!" she moaned.
Christina felt herself shoving her asscheeks up to that wonderful squeezing sensation between her legs. She was spread open, moaning under her breath. She felt as if she were on fire, running with hot lava.
"Man, that hot, juicy snatch is all mine, baby.  Yeah, I'm gonna snap it all up," he said shoving his tongue back down her throat.
Christina felt him rub her pussylips together again.  While the delicate flesh was heated up, she started kissing him back. Her hands tightened around his neck as she wiggled her tongue across his. Spit bubbled out, running down her chin as his legs seemed to crawl up her body.
"Hot pussy, good, juicy cunt," Hal whispered in her ear, making her shiver with delight.
"Ohhhhhhhh pussy," Christina sighed, repeating the word over and over as she felt his finger slide in deeper. It seemed so odd having a man do that. At times, late at night, Christina herself worked her fingers over her cunt, sticking one in and pretending it was a cock fucking her.  But that was nothing like what was happening now!
"Man, you're driving me nuts!" he said.
Christina felt the pit of her belly melting under this latest attack. She could still feel the long, thick mass of jerking cock meat against her belly. Oh, how she wanted it, wanted it the way she guessed a starving person wants food.
"Gonna free them tits, gonna suck on 'em 'til you blow!"
Hal said.
He grabbed the cups of her bra in both hands and with one move, ripped them apart.
Christina jerked up, her eyes wide with alarm at the sound of her clothing being ripped away.
"Tits, baby, nice, big, hard-nippled tits," Hal whispered.
She heard the lieutenant repeat that over and over as he bent his head forward.
"Ohhhhh," Christina moaned in ecstasy as she felt his mouth closing around one sensitive red-tipped tit. His teeth bit into her flesh gently, his tongue licking the hard, hurting, itchy tip.  Christina thought she was going to go out of her mind. Never before had she felt such a strange collection of feelings. Overriding the fear and guilt were the wet, warm sucking sensations created by Hal's mouth, the intense, aching feeling between her legs made worse by his wiggling finger and the hot jolts of sexuality racing through her cunt and ass.
Hal was lapping at her tits, wetting down the jiggling boobs so much with spit, they shone in the moonlight. He had the brunette teen gasping for breath, hanging onto him for life, begging him to stop while writhing her body sensuously under him. Her asscheeks pranced in the air, moving in a counter rhythm against one hand caressing those soft, fleshy mounds.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Christina whispered. There, it was done. She was going to go through with it no matter what feelings of guilt and remorse she might have. Her mother had to be wrong about this. It felt too good to be evil and sick.
Christina pulled away from another long, hard, wet kiss, every tooth in her head throbbing after the thrusts of his tongue. She moved her hips back and forth, silently inviting the lieutenant to finger her cunt harder. Hal complied. His sliding, rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cunt to the wet, slippery zone down below. At times, the girl snapped her legs together, trapping his hand by the wrist with her fleshy thighs. Hal commented on her grip, telling her she was so hot her cunt was going to burn off his fingers.
"Ohhhhh!" Christina gasped again.
What was happening was like a religious revelation to her. Christina found her mind centering on her body. Every mental and physical act was concentrated on her cunt, on that hot, tight little zone between her legs. Eagerly, the girl pressed her lower belly against the long, thick cock. She ground her thighs invitingly.
"Oh man, baby, get it movin'," Hal commented, his hands holding her hard by the thighs.
"Fuck, fuck," she repeated.
It was as if the only word she knew was fuck. At this moment it was the only word worth saying.  She felt the hands on her cunt move, squeezing her pussylips together, rubbing the small inner folds against her clit. Christina let out a long, soft moan, feeling the warmth rebound from his face.
"I felt you. Now it's your turn," Hal said, taking her hand and sliding it down his body until her fingers brushed against the rock-hard length of his cock.
"NO!" she shouted, trying to pull her hand away.
"Take it, squeeze it," he demanded.
One hand forced hers down onto his cock, the other one working over her pussy again.
As the girl felt his fingers pressing inside her cunt, she instinctively reached for the thick, hard column of flesh jerking between his legs. Hal had worked the elastic waistband of his shorts down until the purple cockhead and two inches of the shaft were out.
When her fingers touched that cock, the girl stiffened, letting out a soft groan. She'd fantasized often enough about what a man's cock would feel like. But the hotness, the hardness, and the way it twitched when her fingertips brushed over the sensitive underside of the head frightened as well as excited her.
"Oh yeah, good," Hal moaned, shoving his hips forward.
He pushed his cock into the palm of her hand.
"Oh, it's so hot!"
The big man laughed softly, his laughter quickly turning into a groan as Christina curled her small, slender fingers and squeezed his cock.
"Yeah, do it," he groaned.
Christina saw it was slippery with wetness just like her cuntlips. It was so hot it nearly burned her fingers. Could something that size fit inside her?  She'd heard a woman's cunt was elastic enough for a horse's cock. But now the young girl wondered.
"Gonna fuck you with that number, baby," Hal said, hunching his hips back and forth, working his cock over her fingers.
Christina helped jack him off until he suddenly pulled away, muttering something about cumming if she kept that up.  Backing up, Hal slipped off his jockey shorts, then reached over and curled his fingers around her panties. This time the girl didn't struggle. She raised her hips, helping the lieutenant completely strip her. When she felt the curled nylon slipping over her slender thighs, rubbing over her asscheeks, then sliding off her ankles, Christina let out a nervous giggle. This was it! This was really it!
"Oh yeah, yeah!" Hal sighed.
Christina loved the feeling of his hot, hairy chest rubbing against her tits. The wiry hairs were tickling her nipples mercilessly while his legs pinned hers against the ground. The girl wedged her fingers between their waists, pulling her hand back upward. It was enough for her, moving her fingers over the curly hair on his chest.
Hal was breathing harder. Oh, how her cunt needed a hard, ramming cock to take care of it.  Christina was determined to overcome all her fears and hang-ups and let Hal do what he wanted with her.
"Oh, no, no!" Christina screamed.
All that mattered now was the cockhead rubbing a strange kind of life into her pussy. Christina felt the bubbling juices flowing from her cunt, wetting down Hal's slipping, sliding cock. Her cunt was already hot enough to open wide, then clamp down on nothing. She could hear the soft rush of air flowing into her cunt as it opened, closed, then opened again.
Hal rolled his hips, his cock shoving against the teen's cunt. His fingers were back on her shoulders, tightening on them as be prepared to fuck her hard.
"Oh, yes, YES!" she stammered, arching her back, tilting her cunt up, trying to make the first fuck of her life as painless and easy as possible.
The knob of his cock pressed right over her clit.  Christina sighed, feeling the electric charge seeping from that hot button. She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, feeling his cock hit first one cunt lip, then the other. Her clit rolled under the growing pressure, sending more heat to her brain and body. Christina clutched at his face, pulling his head against her throat. Hal went wild, sucking and biting her neck. Every nibble sent flashes of lust up and down her spine. For an instant, Christina imagined his teeth ripping her to pieces.  She shivered with excitement.
"FUCK ME!" she yelled.
Oh God, she was turning into an animal!  Nothing seemed to satisfy her now. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. Another series of low moans seeped from her throat.  Christina wanted a cock deep in her. She needed that special warmth, that special hardness reaming out her cunthole.
"GOD!" she cried out. The girl rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cunt over his cockhead.  Christina squirmed, trying to slide onto that thick shaft. But Hal held her down for the moment, catching his breath, trying to fight down the cum bubbling up from his leathery balls and threatening to explode prematurely.
"Man, you're something else," he commented after letting out a long sigh. "You keep wigglin' around like that and I'm gonna blow my load before I fuck you."
No! Christina bit her lower lip, trying to gain some control over herself. No, she didn't want that sort of thing to happen!
"Gotta stop, gotta slow down," he muttered, sliding down.
Christina wondered what on earth he was doing.  She felt him kissing her tits, her belly, running his tongue around in circles over her navel When she felt his hot tongue rubbing over her fleshy cuntlips, she understood. Oh, it was so frightening, so odd having a man putting his mouth on her cunt like that! He was sucking, licking her juicy pussy.  Christina exploded, finding herself pushing up to him, shoving her cunt right into his mouth!
"MMMOHHHHH!" she moaned.
Hal shoved his tongue into the slippery crack. As the girl exploded, he shoved up higher and higher until his nose was pushing into her clit. His tongue scraped around the tender, hot passage, sopping up her pussy juice. As he worked her over, he pulled her legs wide open for him. His fingers held her spread apart while his thumbs worked over her tight little hole. As Christina moaned and twisted, he shoved the tip of one thumb up her asshole. Oh, it was something Christina hadn't expected, something that drove her up the wall!
Hal moved his head around, licking and snarling as he ate her. When she started humping back, he pulled away.
"Oh yeah, baby, you're runnin' with the stuff," Hal commented, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
"Fuck me," she pleaded, running her fingers through his hair.
"You bet I will," he said.
Hal climbed back on her, centering his cock over her cunthole. He warned her that when he reached her cherry, there might be some pain. Christina didn't hear him. She just felt her stiff tits rubbing against his chest.  The girl felt his cockhead spreading her pussylips. Her first fuck had begun.
It was all the girl needed. When his wide cockhead was still outside the pulsing circle of cunt muscles, the girl felt a strange, belly-filling tension starting up in her crotch. She moved her hips from side to side like a sifter, shoving her cunt onto his cock.
Hal grunted, shoving forward and down. With a greasy, slippery slide, the head of his cock popped past the tense, eager ring of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh !" she moaned as she felt her pussy being stretched wide open. Hal twisted his body around so she could feel his dick working slowly inside her. The spongy head reamed out the tight little hole, pushing farther and deeper into her body.  His cock shaft disappeared inch by jerking inch. He didn't go very deep, just enough to make the girl wild.
"No, no, oh, you're going to kill me!" Christina cried.
But Hal kept on driving in, giving in to her, rotating along the tight, clean slit.
"FUCK!" Hal cried. His fingers grabbed her tight nipples. The tits throbbed as his thumbs and forefingers rubbed them into a state of near explosion. He had caught her with his hands, his legs, his cock. She was under him, getting fucked, loving it!
Christina forgot about her mother, about her grandmother, about her high-brow moral upbringing. All that mattered now was fucking . . . fucking with that wonderful, hot, hard cock!
CHAPTER FIVE

"Noooo! Take it out!" she cried, beating the lieutenant's chest with her clenched fists. His cock had run into something firm. He wasn't at the bottom of her cunt yet.  Hal still had a lot of cock shaft to shove in. The young man shook his head violently, knocking the beads of sweat off while pushing his knees farther up against her upturned thighs.
"It's your fuckin' cherry," he said, amused that Christina had been telling the truth. "I've gotta burst it open."
"No, no, please, don't do it. Don't do it!" Christina cried, her face red and pinched with fear and pain. Her mother's words about what men thought about marrying girls who didn't have their cherries intact struck home now. She thought of herself as an old woman, rocking her life away in a chair without family and friends because of this one moment's insanity.
Hal didn't share any of her fears, however. He easily overpowered her, holding tightly onto her hands by the wrists and drawing them over her head. She was stretched out, impaled like some insect on a dissecting board. He was moving his thighs from side to side, making her feel the full length of his cock . . . at least as far as it was in.
Christina fought with herself, knowing full well she wanted him to fuck her all the way. Still, the old taboos ran through her mind.
"Hold still," he demanded, roughly grabbing her by the shoulders now and holding her pinned to the pile of clothing.
Christina struggled, curling her nails, dragging them along his thighs. She was really frightened now. Hal was growling like an animal. His eyes blazed with an insane fury as he reared back, dragging his cock several inches Out of her cunt, getting ready for the big push.
"NOW!" he shouted.
With that word, he shoved down, pushing his cockhead hard against her cherry.
Christina tossed and twisted in his grasp, crying out loud again and again for him to stop and let her go. There was still time, time for her to save her innocence and virginity.
"Noooooo!" Christina screamed loudly.
Her head snapped back, the veins sticking out from her neck. Her body quivered mightily as if someone had touched her toes with a live electric wire. The girl was breathing through her flared nostrils as tears oozed out from under her long black lashes. She felt something tearing deep inside between her legs. It was her cherry. Too late, much too late!  She shouldn't have let him get this far.  Now a searing pain shot through her groin.  Christina's screams turned into sobs of defeat as she realized she'd never be the same again.
"Oh man, man," Hal whispered, shaking from the effort of popping her cherry. Finally, he had every inch of cock rammed into her hot cunt. His body slowly came to rest over hers. He lay down on her tits, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
"Why. . . why did you do it?" Christina sobbed, tears streaking her cheeks. She felt dirty, shamed in front of him.  Her legs arched from the grotesque spread position they were in. Hal smoothed his fingers gently over her forehead, keeping his still-hard cock all the way in her hole.
"Baby, you ain't gonna ask this question when we get going again. I just have to wait until you calm down a little," Hal said, reaching between their bodies and rubbing his fingers over her cuntlips.
"It hurts," she complained.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just relax."
Christina turned her head away from him. She couldn't bear looking at the big lieutenant for the moment. She stared through the bull rushes that grew so thickly around the area.  The moon was setting behind the Chocolate Peaks already making the eerie, desolate landscape even more strange-looking. Christina shivered, glad in a way that lieutenant Caffey was with her. He was so strong, virile. He'd be able to protect her from anything that came in the way.
"Okay, now we get goin'," Hal announced.
Christina tensed when his cockhead pulled out, passing the place where her cherry had been. It was still a little sore and Hal stopped, moving his hips from side to side again, massaging the sore area with his dick head. In a while the young teen began to rock her hips in a counter rhythm.  Hal smiled, knowing her period of pain and fear was over.
"Okay, man, we're gonna fuck . . . fuck all night if we can."
Christina rested on his cock. The knob was just the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt before in her life. It was stimulating nerves inside she never knew she had. The girl experimented with her body now, contracting her cunt muscles, milking him lightly without moving her hips. Hal groaned, dropping his head and kissing her passionately. His hands moved back to her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples rolling them from side to side until Christina was moaning uncontrollably in his mouth.
"Fuck, baby, you're one hot bitch . . . a hell of a fuck," Hal said.
The rising head in her cunt made the girl start to move again. Her tongue writhed against his like a snake, battling to communicate her desperate needs. She sucked hard, drawing his lips almost all the way into her mouth. She felt the edges of his teeth and shot the tip of her tongue into the soft tissues under his tongue.
"Mmmmmmm!" she cried.
Hal was teaching her fast, showing her how to move her hips how to rub her hands over his body, how to fuck. Soon she was arching her back as Hal pulled his cock outward. The ridge around his cockhead tugged at her cunt muscles, creating such a wild series of spasms that Christina thought she was going to cum there and then. Each time Christina curled her spine and tried to gobble up more cock meat, Hal thrust his cock forward, making their hipbones grind together.
The brunette forgot about everything except the wild fucking spree they were on.  In the background, she was aware of animals scurrying through the brush, fleeing from the noise both of them were making. She knew that there were people not all that far away, probably wondering what on earth was happening to the two of them. If they delayed any longer, Christina knew a search party would be sent out for them. What would they say if they were to discover the two of them fucking like two dogs in heat? The thought almost made her giggle.
"Ohhhhhhhnooooo!" Christina moaned.
She swiveled, pressing her ass and belly against Hal's.  The big man drove his cock relentlessly in and out of her pussy. At first, when his hairy belly ground against her cunt, the flashes from her clit shot past the incredible fullness in her hole. As she ground against him harder, Christina felt that long bar of cock meat reaching deeper, pressing her intestines to one side.
The brunette moaned loudly now. She needed air to feed her writhing body. The big man somehow managed to pull his hands around and put them on her asscheeks, sliding his fingers up until they were forcing her rolling hips to meet and take the same heavy rhythm as his cock.
"Oh now, now, oh make me cum now!" the young teenager cried.
She had heard the term orgasm many, many times before.  Sometimes in bed alone, she achieved climax after fingering her cunt for minutes, thinking about some boy at school she fancied at the moment. But nothing had even approximated the feelings she was having now, feelings racing through her cunt.
"Not yet, baby. I want to have you goin' nuts when I shoot my wad in you," Hal growled, pinching her white flesh.
Christina heard herself sobbing and gasping.  The roar of blood rushing through her ears merged with the swelling tension in her belly. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt, enjoying the steady beat of his cockhead nudging her cunt.
"Oh I can't. I just can't . . . OHHHH!" Christina cried.
Every bump of his cock against her pussy walls sent the feeling higher. Christina felt herself stretching thin, drawing out like a rubberband. She was vibrating like a struck tuning fork. The taste of salty sweat running back into her mouth added to her wild excitement.
"Take it all baby, take it all. Swallow up my big dick," Hal groaned. He threw back his head, closing his eyes while cupping his fingers over her tits.  Squeezing those pliant jugs hard, he thrust down, tensing his hairy asscheeks and driving all those hot, hard inches of cock into her cunt.
Christina screamed with lust, raking her fingernails over his hunching back. Nothing had prepared her for reactions like this to fucking. Was she behaving like a whore? Were women supposed to have powerful feelings like these? From what she had gathered from her mother, most women just lay in bed and did nothing while their husbands fucked, rolled over and went to sleep.  How sad! How boringly sad!  No, this wouldn't happen to her.
"HUHHHHR! HHUHHHHRR!"
She was all the way down on his fat cock now.  She knew her cunt was being forced open by his prick. She moved her ass around in circles, feeling his cock stirring her guts like a big spoon. The mass of tension in her belly, meanwhile, swelled like a balloon. She moved back and forth, dragging her tits across his chest. She pushed down internally, her burning asshole pouting out. Flexing her asscheeks, the girl was doing everything she could to intensify the powerful sensations.
"Man, can't hold out any more. Man, I'm gonna shoot soon."
Christina was glad Hal was close. She was teetering on the brink of climax herself. It had taken much out of her to fight back the urge just to let go and slide into climax.
"Hurry . . . oh HURRY!" she said.
The big lieutenant dug his fingernails into her asscheeks. Christina felt all the nerves in her round asscheeks stand on end. The insides of her thighs chilled, then burned as her cunt juice poured out, squishing from her hole and dripping onto his balls. Christina felt her entire body melt into a mass of clinging fluid. That whirling ball of sexual hunger grew even more.
"NOOOO!" Hal shouted, closing his eyes tightly, his body shaking.
Christina tossed her hips with unmitigated fury.  She knew she was frying his cock in her pussy oil.  The brunette felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb higher and higher.  Surely she was going to pass out from exhaustion if she didn't climax soon.
A deep, sobbing breath made her cunt feel even fuller when his pistoning cock rammed in. Suddenly a wild fire started at the mouth of her hole.  Christina's belly seemed to bulge with cock, swelling up with excitement. She grunted like a wounded animal, ramming her cunt up onto the dick shaft. Soon. It would be soon when her clit exploded with lust.
"FUCK IT OUT, BITCH!"
Hal shouted that sentence twice, then fell trembling on top of her. Christina exploded, her mind blowing into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of his cum blasted against her buckling cunt walls. She cried and struggled, her fists striking the big man on top of her. Catastrophic waves ripped from her cunt, making every muscle in her body spasm.  She kicked and bit and clawed at anything in reach.
"Wawwwwwawwhhh!" she groaned at the top of her lungs.
The massive thrusts of his jizz spattered her pussy.  His cumming seemed to take forever. She felt she was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching.  She milked the jerking cock rod, twisting on the ground, wanting more of his dick and at the same time wanting it to end. Her head snapped back and her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her pussy.
"Oh, ohhhhhh!" she cried.
How long it had lasted, Christina had no idea.  Years, eons seemed to have drifted by while the two of them fucked like wildcats. When she opened her eyes, she found Hal half asleep in her arms.
"You were one hell of a hard fuck, Chris," the big lieutenant said, stroking her tits dreamily.
The young girl lay quietly on the ground, staring at the stars overhead. She had done it . . . actually gone out and done it! She wasn't the little girl who left camp just a few hours ago. Her cherry was gone.
"Oh!" Christina moaned, covering her face with both hands and rolling away. Her body shook with the powerful sobs bringing tears to her eyes. Why had she done it? Why hadn't she been able to stop this before it ended with her virginity gone?
"Hey, baby, it's not the end of the world.  Nobody's gonna know. I promise. Hell, I could get my commission yanked for doing something like this," Hal admitted, toying with her long brown hair.
Gradually, Christina calmed down. No, he wouldn't be telling anyone. He could get into a lot of trouble by telling others what a hot number she was. And she certainly wasn't going to say a word to anyone. At least for a while her reputation was safe.
The young brunette slowly rose from the rumpled pile of clothes and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Then I guess we'd better get going," she stammered.
"Yeah. Hell, we have to get back into these damned things," Hal muttered, bending his knees and standing up after giving her a peck on the cheek.
Christina watched him as he dressed, pulling those long, green trousers over his muscular legs.  He didn't seem to know she was around. He looked increasingly nervous, distant.  Probably worried someone will find us, she thought sourly as she got up and began dressing herself.
"Hurry up, will you? They probably think we've fallen into a ravine or something," Hal said irritably, glancing at his wristwatch.
Christina could have kicked him. He'd taken his own sweet time about seducing her. Now that he'd had his fun, it was business as usual!
"This way," he said, pointing in the opposite direction from which they'd been traveling. So, he did know the right way. The lieutenant purposely brought her here, away from the beaten track, to fuck her. Christina followed some ten feet behind, beating back the thick desert brush, her boots crunching the loose sand underfoot. Oh, if only she had a club, she'd bring it down hard on Hal's proud head!
But for the next hour, she said nothing to indicate how she felt. After some hiking, the girl noticed several lights moving in front and guessed it was the lead patrol searching for them.
"Late, but we found 'em," Hal muttered, glancing at his watch again.
He was swaggering, actually swaggering as they climbed out of the bush onto the main "road." Christina wouldn't have been surprised if he announced then and there what had happened in the brush. But then common sense came to the rescue. He'd be put on trial for seducing her, especially if she screamed he'd raped her. Of course that was a lie, but she was sure Hal didn't know what her reaction would be if he started talking.
"Hey, what the hell you two been doing out there?" a voice called out from behind a truck.
"Got lost. But we're here. Chris managed to get me out of the woods," Hal shouted back, glancing over his shoulders then increasing his speed.
Most of the troops were there, squatting around the trucks, talking softly when she and Lieutenant Caffey strode into the compound. They'd been waiting an hour for her return and greeted the pair a little sullenly. Some of the men, she knew, guessed what had happened out there in the desert.  She saw it in their mocking eyes and smiles. Taking off her cap and brushing back her hair, the young woman walked quickly over to several of her friends leaning against the command jeep.
"Where've you been?" Trina Williams, a pretty petite blonde asked. Her big blue eyes were wide as she smiled curiously at her friend. She and Christina had had many talks about sex and men.  Trina being far more experienced and adventurous than the brunette would have ever dared . . . at least until tonight.
"We got lost," Christina mumbled, taking a hot cup of coffee from her friend and sipping slowly.
"I'd love to get lost with that hunk," Trina whispered as Hal walked by. "You sure nothing happened between you two Out there? He's been eyeing you, Chris." Trina giggled nervously as the lieutenant flashed a smile back at them.
"No, nothing!" Christina almost shouted. She looked around and saw several men staring at her.  They were all wearing that same smirk. God, how she wanted to run away from them.
"Okay, if that's what you want to say, I won't press it," Trina said, finishing her coffee. "The trucks are ready to go back to camp."
The sounds of engines roaring filled the air.
"But I don't believe you and neither does anyone else around here," Trina added.
Christina followed her friend into the truck, keeping her eyes modestly down. Yes, she could feel it. Everyone in camp knew. Oh, how would she survive the next few days?
CHAPTER SIX

"Why a medical exam, Mother?" Linda asked, setting the tray of toast and minced meat down in front of the older woman.
"Just a precaution, dear. There, there, Pouncer, I'm sure Linda will give you something good to eat later," Bertha said, wrinkling her face up and blowing kisses at the prancing Doberman at the foot of the bed. There was something in that miniature scene that made Linda want to kick someone.
"What sort of precaution, Mother. Christina's perfectly healthy,  I'm sure.  We go yearly and..."
"It's more than a yearly exam, Linda. Dr. Beddingfield will give her a full pelvic. It's perfectly normal." Bertha nibbled at the meat, then swallowed a tiny piece.
"A pelvic? What for, unless . . . oh Mother, why?" Her voice sounded tight and dry.
"I told you, my money is very important to me.  Your father and I worked hard for it and I'm not going to see it wasted unnecessarily," Bertha said, setting down her knife and fork and staring uncompromisingly into her daughter's eyes.
"I still don't see why you have to go through all this intrigue. I don't like the way this sounds, Mother," Linda said. She was trembling, feeling very sick inside. Her mother was taking over her life and Christina's as well.
"You needn't get upset," her mother clucked, narrowing her eyes and studying her daughter carefully. "You always did act that way when something was wrong. Is something wrong, Linda?"
"No, no," the woman said, quickly, glancing at the big Doberman now sitting curled up in a corner and apparently dozing. "It's just . . . the heat. It makes me nervous."
"Perhaps," Bertha conceded, shrugging and going back to her dinner. "In any case, Doctor Beddingfield will examine Christina when she gets back from this exercise. That is, if you want her to inherit half my estate when I pass on."
Suddenly everything fell together. Linda stared open mouthed at her mother. For the first time in her life she wished she could strike the old woman.
"Mother," she gasped, holding onto the wall for balance.  "You think that Christina would oh, Mother, I can't believe you. You have a filthy mind," she spat out.
Bertha set her fork down on the plate once more.
"I call it common sense, Linda. Having a girl out there with all those men, well, it just calls out temptation," Bertha said, shaking her head sagely up and down. "I agreed to it primarily to test her moral strength."
"Mother, that's despicable, the most . . ."
"That doesn't matter, dear," Bertha said, resuming her eating. "We'll find out just what kind of character you've instilled in your daughter when she gets back," Bertha finished, indicating with a wave that the interview was over.
"I trust my daughter. I trust everything she does.  I know you think every woman is out there looking for a man to . . . " No, no, she couldn't say the word fuck even if that was appropriate for the moment. It would shock her mother into the intensive care unit and end forever Christina's chance at her grandmother's money.
"Yes?" Bertha asked insinuatingly, raising her eyebrows.
"Nothing, Mother," Linda said sullenly, turning to go.  "I'll call Dr. Beddingfield in the morning and make an appointment for Christina when she gets back."
"Good," Bertha said, beaming at her triumph.  "And do have someone come out and clean up the outside. It's a mess what with all the summer furniture out there. I don't want winter sneaking up on us like last time and ruining so many things."
"I've got someone coming down from the university tomorrow morning," Linda said.
Linda walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her. Pouncer met her as she started down the stairs.  He bumped his nose against the crotch of her slacks, whining loudly. Linda stopped, closing her eyes and almost laughing there on the first landing. His wild lust for her was funny somehow. Bending down she ruffled the dog's ears, remembering that night when he did all those terrible, terrible things.  Remembering all those things, however, made her feel strangely good, especially after that galling interview with her mother. If only she could tell Bertha how Pouncer had licked her off that night and how she had climaxed in his mouth! Oh, how good it would be to savor that triumph if only for a second. Of course it would finish her forever with the family. And Christina . . . No, no, this would have to be their little secret.
"Pouncer!"
The Doberman had nuzzled close, mouthing her tight ankle.
"No, no don't. Not here," she said. Linda felt the sharp fangs. The dog was letting his teeth hurt her just a bit, letting her know who was boss. It was just enough to cause a thrill to shoot up her leg. Her thoughts made her blush with shame. How could she be thinking of fucking with this animal again, especially after what had passed between her and her mother? Linda had actually been thinking about how good it would feel if she let Pouncer lick her cunt again, maybe even do more.
"Down, Pouncer, down."
He didn't pose the threat he did a day ago. It was only a Doberman, a frisky, horny Doberman who wanted to lap at her pussy. Getting up she moved back to her room situated in the north wing of the large home. Linda liked the isolation from her mother there, enjoying the big private bathroom that was all hers.
Tired, so tired, Linda thought to herself. It was a lie.  Outside her door, she could hear Pouncer whining with frustration, scratching at the molding, wanting to get in.  Oh, how would she be able to get any sleep when her heart was pounding so? As she slipped her gown over her shoulders, Linda let her thoughts drift back to the first time the dog attacked her.
Attacked? Sitting down at the pink glass-topped dresser and brushing back her hair, Linda smiled at herself. No, that was no attack . . . at least not in the usual sense. No, the animal had been encouraged by her. Even when she was kicking him away on the stairs, her pussy was glowing hot, dripping with juice, telling him one thing while she was trying to knock him away.
Linda finished brushing and stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. Slowly untying her gown, the woman shrugged it off, watching it float like a parachute down to the carpeted bedroom floor.  Linda felt she was damned well preserved for a woman her age . . . for any age, for that matter.  Her tits didn't sag and her waist hadn't gone to ass yet. Yes, there was enough there to excite men if she only had the courage to let herself go and do it.  Christina had the courage. Surely she .
"Oh, no, no," Linda groaned to herself, thinking about her mother and the money. She couldn't jeopardize their future like that. What could she do for a living if Bertha kicked them out? Scrub floors, send her daughter to grab onto men for money in Hollywood? Her mother's disapproving, wrinkled face filled her mind.
Suddenly Linda felt the need of a drink. She'd been doing a lot of that lately, maybe a little too much, especially in the evening. She wished she'd brought a bottle upstairs with her. There was no way she could sneak down and get something now.  It would be impossible with Pouncer guarding her door She smiled at herself in the mirror, tilting her head, surprised at the obvious lewdness of her reflection. She knew what she was thinking. Why not?
"I must be slipping, really slipping," she said to her reflection. Oh God, talking to her reflection now. Bertha was driving her around the bend. A series of images invaded her thoughts. There was the remembrance of Pouncer's soft coat rubbing between her knees as he stretched his maw up to...
Linda fanned her fingers over her firm belly.  Maybe if she'd gone to fat this wouldn't have bothered her so much.  Maybe if she didn't have a teenage daughter who was so active, worrying her so, maybe she wouldn't be having all these sensuous thoughts. Well, whatever the reason, Linda was thinking about sex all the time now. She thought about it more than she did when she was a teenager wild with curiosity, wondering what it would be like to have a real man fuck her.
The door rattled. Pouncer was bumping the door again.  She thought she could hear her mother calling out and froze at the mirror. No, no, it was only her imagination. Linda relaxed, biting her lower lip in frustration. Was she always going to be at her mother's beck and call? Would she never have a life of her own? First it was Bertha, then Doug and now back to Bertha with Christina taking up a good part of her attention.
"OH!" Linda said.
She knew she was alone now, free to entertain herself as she pleased. God only knows when she'd have the opportunity again. Wondering what on earth she was thinking of, she found herself walking up to the door. She only had to turn the knob.  Her heart was pounding wildly. For a second Linda rested her forehead against the door, breathing so hard she could hear herself panting like a savage, cornered animal.  Her cunt was seeping hot juice.  Yes, she knew what she wanted! It was awful, sick.  And yet she found herself smiling oddly. She wanted to be touched, to be loved, to be .  licked. Linda tightened her fingers on the brass doorknob.
"A dog," she said to herself.
She closed her eyes. "No, I can't go through with it."
She let go of the knob, rubbing her sweaty palms on both hips. She was breathing more evenly now.  The morality of what she nearly had done was growing misty. Once again she saw her mother's disapproving face. A shock of hatred raced through her blood. No, she was going to do as she pleased this evening!
With a frustrated groan, Linda threw back the door.
Pouncer rushed into the room, panting and yelping happily.  She closed and locked the door as his tongue started wetting her thighs. He stepped on her bare feet, nearly knocking her down with his powerful shoulders.
Linda barely made it to the bed. She crawled onto the mattress with her knees, tumbling over onto her right side, then rolling onto her ass. Propping her head up on a pillow, Linda could see her reflection in the full-length dresser mirror. How strange and sexy she looked spread-eagled on the bed like this with a large, black Doberman wedged between her legs.
"Oh Pouncer!" she said.
The animal jumped excitedly onto the bed, the combined weight of woman and dog making the box springs squeak. She guided him up, rewarding the animal with a scratch behind his pointed ears when he started licking her tits. His dark pink tongue was so hot, so wet. She loved it when he was touching her nipples, sanding that tongue over her tits, pressing them down into the surrounding flesh. Again and again he licked her jugs, rolling them over her chest, breathing hard against her flesh, making her cunt so tight, so hot, so achingly itchy!
Linda wallowed her shoulders against the mattress and pillow. She felt herself spinning hysterically out of control. His coat was prickling her naked flesh. She hooked one leg up and pet his back with the sole of her foot, bumping her toes against his tail. There was no getting around what was happening now. She was sober, alert, not feeling cornered.  Linda knew she was urging the dog, exciting him, wanting him to excite her!
"Ohhhhhhhrrhhh!" she moaned.
Linda pushed the Doberman back, shoving one knee under the other and rolling onto her belly.  She sighed deeply as the handsome animal bobbed his head around, trying to find that hot, wet spot again. He nosed around her ears until she was completely wet. This new excitement was completely unexpected. It had an incredible effect on her.  Pouncer backed up, bracing on either side of her small back. He dropped his head and started licking down her spine, hitting all the hollows and bumps. Linda let out a shivery moan, spreading her knees further apart. She raised her ass slightly, wagging it as if it were a tail as she buried her face in the crushed pillow. Her hands were tearing at the soft material while the dog kept on lapping.
"No, ohhhhhh nooo!"
Could she actually be doing this? It was almost like some dream. Could the intense feelings pulsing between her white, shivering legs be the result of a Doberman's tongue?  Of course it was! How stupid it was to think she was only dreaming, only pretending this was happening. She had better wake up to reality. That had been her problem in the first place. The real world was good enough for most people. And oh, how good the sensations tearing through her juicing snatch were!
The big dog grunted, wetting down each jiggling asscheek now with his sloppy tongue. Linda felt his doggie spit dripping down into her ass crack, drooling down into her cunthole, mixing with her heavy juices. Yes, it was deliciously wicked to feel that hot spit dribbling over her cunt curls.
"YESSSSSS!" she yelled.
This was something she'd never done in her life.  Linda arched her back more, rose up on her knees to give Pouncer more licking room. She was panting just as hard as the animal now. The weight of her thunderous tits hanging down from her chest excited her even more. She wobbled there on her elbows, gasping in air when she could. She held her breath at times when Pouncer's tongue brushed an especially sensitive spot.  He was working lower on her thighs. She spread her legs until she could feel her inner cuntlips peel back from the moist pussy meat along her slit. Pouncer pushed at her hungrily, raking his tongue under her cunt and sliding it up. Linda thought she was going to die.  She had to suck in more air.  Her chest was so tight, her mouth so dry!
"POUNCER! Ohhh . . . ohhhhh!"
She rolled onto her back again, her legs spread apart for his sharp muzzle. The animal pushed into her cunt with his black snout again. He was snuffing and panting against the steamy flesh. Linda felt a cramp building in her thighs and kicked one leg out as the tense thrills built.
"Oh no, noo!" she said.
The dog was growling louder. When she peered heavy lidded at her reflection in the mirror, Linda could see the dark red spear of his cock sliding out of its sheath. It had already slipped out several inches and glistened with cum. Linda shivered, her eyes glued to that strange thing. Through her head a series of wild images ran. They were pictures of animals fucking in two's, three's, groups. Could she ever, the woman wondered, take on an animal . . . really take one on, let him fuck her. No, no!  That was going too far! Surely she'd rather toss herself out of a window than let something like that happen.
"Mmmmmmm!" The woman was babbling with wild excitement.
She reached weakly down and held Pouncer's head down.  He was lapping her fur-edged velvet cunt slit. Propping herself up, the woman watched the big animal rubbing her pussy slit with his tongue. The dog wagged his hips. More of his red cock slithered out. Peering down, Linda saw her hair clinging together in wet little curls along the edges of her cuntlips. She sat with her legs partially crossed, making her pussy completely open to Pouncer's lapping. She could see the tendons in her inner thighs bulging out whenever Pouncer slurped upward through the full length of her cunt.
The dog moved his maw to the left, opened his jaws and sank his fangs gently into her cunt now.  The effect drove Linda insane. She fell back onto the bed, her ass and shoulders wriggling against the bed in counter movements while her legs shot apart. He was growling savagely while tossing his head. He had her muff between his jaws, shaking it as if it were some tiny trapped animal.
"Oh no, no, nooooo don't stop!"
The dog let go, licking her cunt more intensely than before. She could feel the shivering of his shoulders. Linda encouraged the animal to lap her more frantically. Whipping her legs against the bed, she hugged the dog's body with the insides of her knees. He was bringing her up to the final throbbing hurt. Hot juices boiled up from the tender cunt cracks, wetting down Pouncer's muzzle. She heard the slick sounds of his lips against her cunt. He was sucking and tonguing regularly now.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Linda couldn't stop herself. Her shivering moans and squirming set the dog off into a wilder fury. He made strange sounds against the hot mess of her pussy. As she came, the dog opened his jaws and took her pussy mound between his fangs again. He shook her gently, fangs pressing against her sensitive flesh.
The woman hadn't meant to touch the dog under his belly.  Her hand slipped back as she tossed in a burning sexual release. Her knuckles brushed something hot, slick, hard.  Then suddenly he was humping his cock against her touch.
"Uhhhhhh."
His doggie cum came quickly. She felt it splatter against her thighs. Oh Lord, had she sunk this low?  "Oh God, NO!"
She found herself in the bathroom seconds later, washing off the vile gel on her hands. She couldn't go on like this.
"No, I can't . . . I just can't!" Linda cried, sinking to the tiled bathroom floor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Wow. And you let him fuck you like that?"
"Trina, shut up!" Christina said, looking guiltily around her. They were in the small tent assigned to the girls on this trip. Lieutenant Marian Gascoyne, the officer in charge of them, was at a meeting. Several days had passed since Christina's encounter with Hal in the bushes. Neither of them acknowledged the experience in private looks or words. At the end of two days, Christina felt she had to talk to someone about it. Trina was her good friend. But now that she watched the young girl literally light up with the news, she wondered about how wise it was to tell her.
"What else did he do?" Trina asked, sitting on.  the edge of the canvas fold-up stool.
"That's it. That's enough!" Christina cried.  What on earth did her friend think happened out there.
"Well, I mean, plenty of people fuck," Trina said, shrugging her shoulders and pouting a little.  "I mean, it happens all the time," she said, noticing her friend's shocked expression. "But I mean, did he. . . tie you up, or force you to suck his cock?" she asked, whispering confidentially to her friend.
"Trina!"
Christina stood up, feeling her face blush hot and red with shame. How dare her friend say something like that to her?
"Well, excuse me, Miss Prim and Proper," Trina said, brushing her fingers through her hair and pretending to be haughty. "But after all, I'm not the one who threw her legs up in the air out there with all the cactus."
"I . . . oh, don't ever talk to me like that again," Christina said, her voice quivering with shame and indignation. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She should have known better than to tell Trina. Now, word would probably be all over camp about what happened.
"Don't worry," Trina said, looking over her shoulder as she walked out of the tent. "I'm not gonna snitch. Not because of you," she added.  "It'd just get Lieutenant Caffey in a lot of trouble.  If I were you, I'd think about what I did more carefully. It's not that big a deal, Christina."
The brunette sat back down, holding her chin in both hands. Oh, how she wished she hadn't gone on this trip! Her mother had been right in the first place. Women shouldn't be out alone. But how quickly she caved in when her grandmother voiced an unexpected approval! It was all so confusing.
"Hey, how about a little, eh baby?" someone said.
The words stung the girl as if she'd been touched with a live poker. Jumping up and spinning around she saw it was Hal Caffey. His shirt was opened, revealing his hairy chest.  Sweat trickled down his chest, gathering in little glistening pools around his body fur.
"Oh, don't say things like that here," she whispered cautiously, her eyes darting around.
"Hey, don't worry. I haven't told anyone," Hal slurred.
He was drunk! And what was worse he was stumbling into the tent, his hands stretched out for her. Oh God, what if Trina or someone else were to see them like this?
"Please, later . . . not here," Christina stammered.
"What's wrong with this," Hal asked, spreading his arms out and indicating the tent. "Better 'n that ol' desert."
"You shouldn't be drinking," Christina said, stiffening when she thought she heard footsteps approaching the tent.
"Hell, doesn't matter. I just had a little Scotch.  Besides, the CO's in a meeting with that dyke taking care of you," Hal said, sniggering as he thought of Marian Gascoyne.  "Actually, I think she's more of a whore than a dyke. But then again, I've never fucked her so I don't know."
Christina was shocked at the officer's behavior.  Even in the desert he hadn't been this loose and disrespectful.
"Anyway, I thought we could kinda get it on," Hal said, moving up to her.
Christina backed up, tumbling backward when she tripped over a foldup chair.
"Careful," Hal said, reaching down and picking her up.  Oh, why did his touch affect her this way?  Christina felt herself melting as his powerful arms locked around her.  Suddenly she cared less about what would happen if someone were to come in and find them. She had to muster all her will and strength to feign resistance. It didn't fool Hal at all.
"If you're uptight about doing it here there's always my tent," Hal said, shrugging and pulling her out with him.
"No, that's worse. I . . ."
"What's going on here?"
The sharp voice of Lieutenant Marian Gascoyne shot through the hot air like a cannon. Hal dropped his arms immediately and backed away, eyeing the tall, dark-haired woman mockingly.
I was just showing Weatherby here a few locks, you know, for combat," Hal said, smirking at the middle-aged woman.
Marian sucked in a sharp breath, drawing herself up and shooting back a stare of angry defiance at Hal. It was no secret she resented his presence in this tent now. Her eyes narrowed while she tapped her fingers rhythmically against her slender thighs.
"I can only imagine the kind of combat you were referring to," Marian snapped, pursing her lips and dropping her gaze to Christina. The brunette teenager withered under it.
"Now listen here, lieutenant, you can't prove . . . Hal started.
"I'm not here to prove anything, lieutenant.  You're violating express orders being here. Now if you please, I have to talk to Ms. Weatherby alone," Marian said, moving to one side of the tent opening.
"Very well," Hal said, smiling grimly at his female counterpart. "If either of you need me, you know where I am." His voice dropped at the end as he winked at Lt. Gascoyne.  The woman's face turned red, then blanched as Hal brushed past her and moved away from the tent.
Christina felt she had to explain. But she realized that any attempt at justifying what Lt. Gascoyne had witnessed would be futile. It was obvious from the woman's behavior that she knew well what was going on.
"Has he touched you?" Marian asked. Her voice was steady, controlled.
"Just now. I mean, like you saw us," Christina said, hoping the lieutenant wouldn't press the issue. She hated to lie, but would to protect Hal from court martial.
"Yes, yes," Marian said, waving her right hand in front of her face impatiently. "You've got to be more conscious of your position here, Weatherby," she began, her voice softening a bit.  She motioned for Christina to sit down on the edge of her cot. "We're here on an experimental program, and if men and women . . . well, if they're caught doing anything sexual together, it could be the end of it."
"Oh, no, ma'am, I wouldn't do anything to hurt the program. Even last night . . ."
Christina bit her lip, dropping her eyes and feeling her cheeks burning with guilt. How could she have been such a little twit to let that out? She could feel Marian's gaze burning through her.
"Yes, last night? Tell me all about it. That's when you and Lt. Caffey were missing for such a long time. What were you doing out there?" Marian asked, her voice beginning soft and low, increasing in volume as she moved toward the cringing teenager.
"Nothing happened. Really, I . . ."
Christina knew she was a poor liar. Her mother and grandmother had told her often about the importance of telling the truth. It was so ingrained in her that when she fibbed, it showed.
"Don't lie to me!" Marian snapped. "Tell me how he got his cock up your pussy, you man-stealing bitch."
"MS. GASCOYNE!"
Christina was horrified. She shot up, her eyes wide with surprise and fear when she heard those terrible words snap from the lieutenant's mouth.  Marian was trembling, her face white with anger.  She was curling and uncurling her fingers, digging them into her thighs.
"No, no, please don't talk like that!" Christina cried, covering her ears with both hands. It flashed on her now that the lieutenant wanted Hal just as badly as she did. Her rival! Christina backed away from the woman. She should run for help.
"Tell me how you fucked all night. Tell me what he said to you when he rode your cunt, sucked your tits, did all those things. Tell me that while you suck my clit, you bitch, you whore, you slut!" she screamed at Christina, stretching out her hand and grabbing a handful of her brown hair.
"No, please, stop!" Christina cried, trying to pull away. Her legs became entangled and she stumbled backward, falling onto the cot. Oh, what if people heard what was going on? All the other girls were at the meeting scheduled to break up in an hour. The men were supposed to keep away from the tent. But Hal had come in unannounced.  God only knows if there'd be others just as brave . . . or stupid.
"I won't stop. If I can't have him, I'll have you," Marian said.
Christina was frightened. Marian was stronger and bigger than she was. The girl cowered by the overturned chair as Marian undressed. She was faster than Hal, it seemed. Her green combat shirt slipped quickly off, followed by her trousers. The woman was wearing pink panties and a matching bra. Through the sheer material, Christina could see Marian's dark cunt hair.
"You can enjoy yourself sucking on this," Marian snapped, curling her fingers around the waistband of her briefs and pushing down. Stepping from her panties, the older woman reached out, wrapping her fingers again in Christina's long brown hair and giving it several yanks.
"Hold still, you cunt-teasing bitch or I'll snatch it all out. Stick your tongue up my pussy Suck my cunt or I'll tear out every damned hair on your head," Marian said, spreading her legs while drawing Christina's face toward her crotch.
Christina groaned, raising her head to the dark patch between Marian's shapely, long legs. Did she have a choice?  Making it with another woman? But Marian was so strong and was hurting Christina badly. The young teen had no doubt Marian meant every word she said. Surely, she couldn't shout for help now. If someone were to come in and find them like this. Oh God, she could only imagine how the report would read. Marian was taking such a terrible chance.
"Suck it." she demanded again, giving the girl's hair another awful yank.
Defeated, the young woman could do nothing but bend slowly forward. The black-haired snatch glistened in front of her. Under the thick growth of tangled pussy hair Christina could see the red, swollen gash of Marian's cuntlips. It looked like the lava pit of a raging volcano. She stopped herself, unable to go any farther. She felt her head being jerked forward again. Her face was raised between the older woman's thighs. A strangely familiar odor came out from between the lieutenant's legs. It was the same odor she had when she was excited. Yes, Marian wanted her, wanted her as badly as she wanted Hal, apparently.
"Come on, bitch, show me how good you are. I want to see why he wants you more than me," Marian said, her voice trembling.
Christina bent forward farther. She could tell Marian's cunt was clean. Her hair felt soft and curly against Christina's nose. Christina stuck her tongue out and started licking tentatively up the slit between Marian's pussylips.  The glistening oil bubbling out tasted salty, bleachy.  Instinctively, she threw her hands around Marian's naked asscheeks and shoved her mouth hard onto the cunt. Why had she done that so impulsively? For her second sexual experience she was certainly moving quickly.
"Ohhhh!" Marian moaned, marking the end of her anger.
"No, please, don't make me do this," Christina pleaded futilely.
But Marian wasn't about to let her go. The older woman was rubbing her fingers through the girl's hair, her feet shuffling nervously back and forth through the dirt as more juice seeped from her cunt.
"Oh yes, yes, do it, be good to my hot pussy. Oh yes, let me suck yours too. Let me get my tongue up you. Do it, do it!"
Marian was actually begging! She bent down and wrapped her arms around Christina gently, opening up Christina's shirt, slowly stripping her right there in the tent.
Christina found herself oddly responding to the woman.  Of course she'd heard the usual stories about women gym instructors and how they liked to seduce young girls. There were one or two at school she suspected of having done just that. But unlike her mother and grandmother, Christina didn't have a real fear or repulsion for this sort of activity. Like so many others of her generation what people wanted to do in the privacy of their bedroom was fine by her. It was just that she hadn't expected herself to be so powerfully attracted to another woman.
"Oh yes, no one's going to come in here," the woman said guessing Christina's fear. "They're all at the meeting. You should be there too, but I'm glad you're not," she said, smiling weakly as she reached around and unhooked Christina's bra.
Marian gasped as those firm, large, high-riding tits fell from the halter cups, rolling from side to side on the girl's chest.
"Oh yes, yes, nice tits," Marian sighed, reaching down and cupping them lovingly in her hands.
Christina was surprised at her powerful reaction to the woman. She closed her eyes and let out a shivery moan when Marian touched her nipples, gently rubbing her fingers over the stiffening red tips. She felt almost the same as when Hal touched her, fucked her, sucked her nipples and drove her crazy!
"Get up so I can get the rest of your clothes off."
Christina obeyed like a zombie, letting the lieutenant strip her down to her panties, then finally pull those off over her plump, firm asscheeks. In a few moments they were lying on top of several field jackets flung down to the first floor for protection and comfort. Christina felt her pussy being massaged by careful fingers again. Looking up, she saw Marian's dark cunt poised over her. How odd, how weird it was to see something like that only a few inches from her nose.
Marian was hot. Christina could tell that from the heat radiating from her cunthole, from the unmistakable odor drifting from her snatch. The two of them were in a sixty-nine Position. Slowly Christina watched the curly-haired cunt come down almost to within licking distance. Would she have the courage, the strength to touch that thing with her tongue?
Just as she thought that question, just as the red, fur-ridged slit above her parted, she felt a tongue being inserted carefully into her own pussy. It shoved gently in, easing past her tense, eager cuntlips. Marian blew a hot breath through the girl's dark pussy hairs, tickling Christina at the same time as she licked Christina's clit. Gently and easily, Marian fitted her mouth onto Christina's cunt and started to suck.
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes," Christina sighed. "Do it to me, oh I'm sorry about Hal. I'll do anything, yes, do it, suck me," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side while sliding her legs apart.
"Nice little pussy, nice, stretched by Hal's dick," Marian whispered. While she talked, the lieutenant used her fingers to pull apart those bloated cuntlips. Marian then ran her tongue just inside the red-hot slit. Christina was going wild.  The brunette saw Marian's musky pussy edging toward her mouth. Christina was panting into her, her hot breath rustling through the wiry, curly hair.  Her clit popped up, throbbing and hard.
"Ohhhh, suck it, suck me!" Marian moaned.
Christina could tell the woman was begging. The brunette was trembling in anticipation and fear as she watched Marian's cunt come closer and closer.  She wanted that pussy now, wanted to feel it pressing against her lips, her chin, her cheeks. Without really thinking, her hands wrapped around Marian's soft ass, squeezing the full cheeks, rubbing them gently while she slipped her fingers into that hot crack.
Christina arched her head up, her tongue flicking out.  She started licking the throbbing, slick surface of Marian's clit. Instantly the juicy cunt shoved down until it was pushed down hard against Christina's sucking mouth. The girl stuck her tongue between the fat, bloated lips as hard as she could. When Christina had her tongue inside, she started licking around and around, remembering how good she felt when Hal did the same thing.
"Ohhhhhh!" Marian cried, tossing her hips wildly around, trying to get more tongue up her juicing cunt.
Marian was burying her face frantically in the wiry bush of Christina's pussy. Her lips pressed in a long, wet kiss against the hot cuntlips. Marian pressed into the girl's clit while Christina kept her tongue busy lashing away at Marian's cunt.
"Oh, do it, do it, suck me hard!" Marian cried.  While Christina was getting her pussy tongued, she kept working her fingers deep inside Marian's asscrack.  How she loved doing this, doing something she would have giggled at weeks ago.  This little camping trip was indeed a path-finding excursion-the path being, it seemed, her own sexuality.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Oh yes, there, there, do that to me," Marian panted, raking her long fingernails up and down Christina's inner thighs.
The young teenager's index finger found the puckered Shit hole. She started working her nail around the smooth, wrinkled flesh, teasing the sensitive area. Marian groaned, bobbing her ass up and down. Gradually Christina made the circles smaller until she was rubbing the tip of her finger around the edge of the closed hole. Shoving down she started pushing her finger slowly inside.
"Ummmm, OHHHH!" Marian felt as if a thousand hot needles had pierced her ass.
Marian shoved down with her hips, grinding her hot pussy furiously into Christina's face. At the same time, she spread her legs, stretching the cheeks of her ass so the girl could get her finger deeper inside. Christina felt her fingertip shove slowly into the tight, gripping ring of smooth muscle.  It started to wiggle around and around.  She noticed Marian moving her ass in a counter movement, adding to the friction in her hot shit hole. She twisted her hips up and down more frantically as the time ticked by.
"Oh yes, yes, I love it, do it!" Marian cried in a tight whisper, bringing her mouth away from Christina's swampy cunt for just a moment. Then she blew softly into the girl's steaming pussy.
"Ohhhh!" Christina cried.
She felt her pussy exploding, growing so hot under Marian's expert tonguing. The dark pink of Christina's clit glowed juicily at the top of her slit as the older woman kept on tonguing her.  Christina's tits tilted up to rub into the soft curve of Marian's belly.
As Christina wiggled her finger in the tight asshole, she felt her spread cuntlips being kissed hard again. The lieutenant's hot, slippery mouth opened wide, her lips sucking, moving, caressing, making the girl cry out for more.  Oh, if only her mother or grandmother could see her now, making it with another woman!
"Oh it's good, so good!" Christina cried. She wanted to wrap her legs around Marian's head and shove down hard. But instead she tongued more wildly into the woman's dribbling cunthole. As a result, she felt Marian's lips go wild on her cunt. It ground tightly into her, spreading the lips, pushing into her tight hole, sucking on her clit.
As Marian tongued wildly, she moved her ass back and forth, encouraging Christina to push her finger in deeper.
"Ummmmmm," the woman groaned, rolling her ass around in circular hunches. Again, she begged for the finger to shove its way deeper into her hot, tight ass. Christina suspected the wiggling had something to do with increasing the sensations throbbing in her cunt.
Then the young girl felt the shock of her life.  Marian was doing the same thing, hooking one arm around Christina's waist, dropping it down until the hand was smoothing over her jiggling asscheeks. Yes, Christina felt those fingers creeping over her ass flesh, moving into her ass crack!  Christina let out a groan, hunching away from the lieutenant.
But Marian held on firmly, sucking hard, curling her tongue and driving it into the teenager's furry, hot pussy like a small cock, her mouth making gurgling sounds while more hot juice oozed out.
Soon Christina was in no mood to fight back.  She let Marian do as she pleased. Christina waited in suspense as she felt those wandering fingers slide down her ass crack, edge up to her shitter. Then one finger curled up, centered itself around her tight little hole, and shoved in.
"Ahhhhh!" Christina felt as if she'd just taken a spicy shit.
Ripples of sexual excitement shot through Christina's ass like millions of volts of electricity.  Her cunt walls vibrated like a tightly drawn drumhead. Marian's tongue and fingers worked together. They tickled, teased, stroked, and licked at the sensitive flesh. Marian shoved her cunt down hard once more, trying to fuck Christina's tongue with rapid, jerky movements. Her cuntlips spread wide, exposing the hot, dark red tunnel leading to the deeper parts of her body. She felt the girl's mouth fit onto her hairy cunt and suck. She groaned right into Christina's pussy.
"Oh yes, yes!"
Christina nearly pissed from her growing excitement.  Marian's finger was already in to the second joint, scraping against the slick membranes of her bowels. Hot, chilly flashes shot from Christina's asshole to her cunt and back again. It was strange how the two slits were connected!  Keeping some presence of mind, Christina drove another finger into Marian's ass, shoving the woman to one side.  Rolling over completely, Christina got on top. As soon as they were back in position, Christina started hunching down, shoving her tight pussy into Marian's mouth. Christina could feel the woman's tongue push up and hold stiff. Straddling the lieutenant's head, Christina worked her ass around in a series of short, quick hunches.  Christina soon learned just how far she could pull up without letting the hard tongue slip out. As she concentrated on fucking herself with Marian's tongue, Christina glued her mouth onto Marian's wide-open pussy. Her lips fitted tightly over the soft-furred snatch. She shot her tongue inside, holding her lips firm, keeping it rigid.
Christina felt Marian writhe under her. Determined to stay on top, Christina tightened her grip and kept pushing her pussy down on the woman's face in hard, short strokes.  She felt as if she were doing the fucking. She was fucking herself and fucking Marian at the same time! The girl wanted to make Marian take it, eat it, suck it, make her cum.
She remembered Marian had started this whole thing and had made Christina suck first. Now the tables were turned.  Her mouth shoved down hard between Marian's spread legs as if to pay her back for that insult. Her hips worked up and down in strong, fucking strokes. She shoved her finger in as far as it would go and twisted it from side to side.  She felt Marian shaking under her. Christina's tongue shoved deep into that hot pussy and felt it starting to spasm. She felt Marian hunching wildly as if she were going into some kind of fit.  Christina knew the woman was teetering on the brink of orgasm just as she was. The brunette teen wiggled her finger deep inside the woman's tight ass and kept her tongue mashing down on the vibrating clit.
Marian loved it! The woman screamed out she was going to make it, going to cum in Christina's face. She hunched wildly, sucking so hard her cheeks caved in and pressed hard against her teeth.  Her tongue scraped the insides of Christina's buckling pussy walls as she exploded into a wild, all-consuming climax!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Marian yelled.
It was a miracle that no one came rushing into the tent to see what was wrong. It sounded as if both women had been strung up and tortured as they climaxed together. Christina felt the first spasms hit Marian's cunt like an atomic bomb.  In an instant her own explosion ripped down through her tight, hot pussy. Spasms rippled through every nerve ending in her cunt while her cut popped into Marian's sucking mouth.  The girl came in a rush of wild sensations. It felt as if her entire body spasmed. Her toes curled and cramped while her belly seemed to swell then knot. She held tightly onto Marian while she hunched her dripping pussy onto that Still-stiff tongue.
Finally both women collapsed and lay cradled in one another's arms. For a long time neither of them said anything. What was there to talk about?  Christina didn't feel the onrush of guilt she had expected. No, that was pretty well over after her first sexual experience. Hal had calmed her fears and guilt somehow with his easy, masculine manner.  Now all she was concerned about was discovery.
"That was wonderful. I know it was your first time. I've got to admit I don't do this sort of thing that often," Marian said sleepily, getting up and stretching her arms wide. "But perhaps in the future we can get together. In the meanwhile I don't think it's too wise for the two of us to lay together like this," she said calmly, starting to dress.
Christina scrambled to her feet and did the same, eyeing the half-opened canvas tent door nervously.
"The meeting's almost over," Marian said, buttoning the last few buttons of her green combat shirt. "These uniforms are awful. They don't do a thing for your skin," she said, wrinkling her forehead. "And be careful with Hal." Her voice dropped again.
Christina felt a tremor run through her again.  Hal had been the bone of contention between the two of them, although the outcome of the resulting confrontation was different than either of them had expected.
"After you're gone I'll have to deal with him.  And for your own sake," Marian added as she prepared to leave the tent, "be careful with the rest of the men. People talk.  Already they're gossiping about the past night with Hal even though they don't know."
Christina shoved her shirttail into her trousers, checking both herself and the tent area to make sure there was nothing around to indicate what had just happened.
Oh, what a mess this is! Christina said to herself, sitting down on the edge of her cot and thinking about all that had happened. Hal, Marian, goodness knows just how long this would go on.
Then she smiled. Well, this was turning into much more of an adventure than she'd expected.  What was there to worry about? Apparently Marian was more worried about a break in discretion than in actual morality. Just as long as the truth didn't get out into the street and frighten the horses, what she did was her own business.
Christina liked that. She'd have to tell Hal that tonight, or whenever the two of them could get together again. No, Marian didn't have to worry.  Christina wasn't going to steal him away. She had her whole life to live, and just now she was getting an idea of the way she wanted to live it. Outside she could hear the others moving around. The meeting must be over. Trina would be in soon. Christina wondered if she should tell her friend about what had happened in the tent. That would give the blonde something to think about.

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Back in Los Angeles, Linda was having a harder time controlling both herself and the animal. She thought about the animal and what she'd done with him twice! Could there be anything or anyone as vile, as low, as perverted as she was? If someone were ever to find out what had happened, she'd die of shame!
That morning when the boy from the university placement center came by, she had to cuff Pouncer repeatedly to keep him from eating her pussy right there in the kitchen. Thank God the boy didn't seem to notice anything strange. He was a young graduate student, Ken Dubois. He told her he was good at just about any odd job. Unfortunately, he didn't have much of a place to stay, money from his folks delayed because of their trip to Europe.  Right now, he was staying with three other boys in a small flat in Santa Monica. Moved, Linda offered him the small apartment above the garage as part of his pay. Ken had accepted, smiling rakishly and making her look at him strangely. He was tall, broad-shouldered with light brown hair curling thickly over his shirt collar. In an instant the woman realized she was breathing hard, looking at him as if he were a potential mate. Linda had to drop her eyes and kick the whining animal again.  No, she wouldn't stoop so low as to make advances to someone who very well could be her son.
His car was parked in front of the large house at that moment. In a few minutes, she saw him carrying up several boxes of books, some clothes and a typewriter. Mother would get off her back now about getting those jobs done around the yard. But that wasn't guaranteeing that the old woman couldn't think of something else to complain about. Already Linda was wanting a drink. Leaning against the kitchen window she could see Pouncer in the backyard playing with his shadow, wetting himself in the sprinkler then rolling playfully on his back. Linda reached over and dropped two ice cubes into a glass. No, she wouldn't let that feeling make her do something with the Doberman again. She'd rather turn into an alcoholic than get down for an animal every day.
Breathing hard, Linda walked into the cool living room up to the bar, grabbing a bottle of Scotch and pouring the amber liquor onto the ice. Her hand trembled.
"To hell with it all," she whispered, feeling the Scotch burning her throat, then her belly. This was better than letting the dog lap her cunt, making her some kind of sex freak show.
Still the shame. and guilt stayed. Though she'd gone this short time without letting the dog touch her, could she go on like this forever? And even if Pouncer didn't lay a tongue on her, how could she go on without sex? Even now her mind flashed between Ken and the dog. Already she was aware of that familiar tickle, that tightening of the muscles in her thighs. She tilted the glass, drinking down more Scotch.
"Oh God, what am I going to do?" she wailed, rubbing the cold glass against her forehead. She walked haltingly back to the kitchen and stood by the sink. Linda finished her drink slowly, watching Ken working in the back garden. He moved large pieces of furniture and stone easily. When the temperature grew hotter, he stripped off his white cotton t-shirt and hung it on a tree branch. Linda caught herself wondering what the rest of him was like. She closed her eyes and pictured him naked, a nice, long, thick sweaty cock sticking straight out from his hairy groin. No, no, she couldn't be thinking things like that. Why should she torture herself with those kind of images when the only kind of satisfaction she was going to have was from dogs!
"Dogs!" she said to herself.
Linda fought back the tears. She needed a nice cold shower to calm herself down. Rushing up to the bathroom Linda stripped down and stepped into the tiled shower stall, letting streams of icy water attack her flesh. After what seemed like a nice long time Linda turned off the water and stepped out, feeling much better. She dabbed herself dry, listening to the stillness of the big house. Yes, it was the loneliness as much as anything that always got to her lately.  Linda knew that the drink would only help her for a little while. These days without any kind of sex were driving her crazy. And what kind of sex was she having? Dogs? DOGS?
Linda laughed, dropping the towel to the floor and reaching for her gown. She threw it around her shoulders, feeling her nakedness exciting her. In an instant her mind flashed to the dog. Would she open her thighs to him now, let him do what he chose? Yes, of course. The Scotch had loosened her up a bit, destroying a resolve she'd made several hours ago not to have anything to do with Pouncer. What did her self-promises mean, anyway? Who was going to hold her to them?
The silk gown clung to her body, caressing her firm, round tits. It was silly to pretend she still held onto her own puritanical morality. How could she fool herself into believing that absurdity considering what she felt and what she'd done?
"Oh, yes, that damned dog!"
Pausing at the foot of the stairs she could hear him padding around the kitchen, having come through his little door at the bottom of the back entrance. Linda threw all caution and decency to the winds as she rushed into the kitchen, holding her gown together at the waist while her chest and throat tightened. Yes, she was going to go through with it, let the animal have his way with her. That was surely better than letting herself pine away in sexual frustration.
"Pouncer?"
The big Doberman was lying in the middle of the floor, his forelegs crossed in front of his big head.  He'd been dozing and now opened his eyes, rolling them up to her.
Almost immediately he sprang up, his mouth opening, his big tongue hanging out one side.  Linda sucked in a deep breath. Ohhhh, how she wanted to feel that tongue over her cunt! How she wanted to feel it rubbing up and down her pussy, warming the insides of her thighs, sticking up her hole, drawing out more floods of cunt fluid.
"Here, in here boy," the woman said in a trembling voice.
Oh, she was so excited she could hardly walk into the cavernous living room. The air seemed to vibrate with her sexuality. Standing by the couch Linda let the gown slip from her shoulders, float down and cover the animal. She turned and peered down, laughing as she watched the Doberman back out from under the nylon, take the garment and shake it furiously in his mouth. He'd done that with her pussy earlier. Ohhh, how she wanted him to do that now!
"Pouncer, yes, Pouncer," she breathed, kneeling beside him. She petted his sides. The woman was burning up with passion. She knew that part of the reason was the new boy around the place. Ken had been here only for a few minutes and already the woman felt like a vulture, wanting to pounce on him and devour him with her powerful sexuality. No, she couldn't do that without arousing suspicion in both her mother and the surrounding neighborhood. So the Doberman was the next best thing, or so she felt!
"Nice doggie," she whispered.
Instinctively her hand had slipped back under his chest.  Gingerly she felt along the thin fur until she found the bulge of his cock. Linda jerked her hand away, closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath. How could she have done something like that? No, no, what was she letting herself sink to?
Opening her eyes she saw that that grazing touch brought about a change in Pouncer's attitude. He whimpered and licked her arm. She could see a tiny point of red had peeked out of the furry covering.  She was wrong. How could she have done this?  Licking was one thing, but . . .
"No, no boy, here," she said, backing away.  Linda needed release so badly, so very badly.

CHAPTER NINE

"Good dog, good dog," she gasped.
Linda saw more of his cock sliding out from his body.  Trembling, she edged back, wondering if he was going to "try" something with her. Fucking her? She remembered how sexy she thought animals fucking together were. Could she substitute herself in her mind for one of those bitches, crouched under Pouncer, her elbows bent as his big body covered hers?
"No, no!"
Pouncer nosed her thigh, then dragged his tongue up along her throbbing slit.
"Yesssss!" Linda hissed.
Pouncer was licking her, doing what she wanted.  But still she remained unsatisfied. Could it be she was actually used to this, that she'd become jaded to this perversion so easily, so quickly? Oh, if only the sensation could be harder! If only his tongue could be stiffer, sticking continually into her hole instead of pussy-footing around it.
Linda took the dog's head and pushed him against her.  Her juicy cuntlips clicked around his black nose. But now she found she was doing more than just opening herself to the Doberman. Her fingers were straying into her cunt slit. She plowed the slippery folds apart and let her nails cut the softness. Then, moving her fingers up to her clit, the woman played with herself. Oh, the old taboos of touching herself came to play.
"Oh, what does it matter any more?" she said.  Linda gasped. Her head was spinning. She knew she'd entered a new world several days ago. But she'd done it so quickly. Pouncer was starting to edge his teeth against her thighs. Then he licked against her cunt again. She shivered and arched her back up from the floor. Carefully the woman shoved a finger into her pussy and searched around, feeling the soft, slick walls for the very first time in her life. It seemed like such a daring thing to do, in spite of the fact that she'd let a dog...
"Ohhhhhhh!" Linda moaned.
Fingers weren't all that good. No, she needed something to fill herself with. Roughly, she grabbed the fur around Pouncer 's neck and fucked his maw into her hole.
"In! In! Huhhhrrrrr!"
The dog was whimpering in confusion, wondering what was happening to his mistress. Oh, if only she could have a dick, a good hard cock to fill her snatch with, to rub against her clit, to make her feel like a woman!
"FUCK!"
Could he hear her outside? No, the house was far too big. Her mind went back to the seeping pit of her cunt. Yes, something to fill herself with.  This was something that went beyond the need for an orgasm. And Linda knew that this desire to have something sliding in and out of her cunt was a real want. It hadn't been since her husband that ...
"Ohhhhhh Pouncer . . . harder!"
Pouncer was working over her seeping pussy. He concentrated his lapping there. Each time he pushed his pink tongue down into the steamy cunt, Linda tried hard to imagine a cock. Closing her eyes she thought of her ex-husband, then of Ken outside.
Pouncer growled, gouging roughly around the edges of her cunt. His back humped while his instincts started to guide him.
"Uhhhhhh!" Linda couldn't bring herself to face reality . . . that she wanted a cock, even the animal's cock inside her pulsing cunt. She felt the tiny muscles quivering, cramping, milking thin air as the animal sloshed his sloppy tongue up and down her slit.
The thought of having dick meat trenching out her hole brought a whimpery gasp from her throat.  Yes a cock, a real cock, Ken's dick. Ohhhhh, how deliciously teasing it was to have the Doberman's tongue teasing her like this. When she tried moving so it would go deeper, the fantasy about cocks dissolved. She could tell immediately the thing stimulating her was something much softer than a cock. Pouncer growled and gouged roughly around the edges of her cunt. His back humped again.  Linda sucked in a little breath, her tits rolling back and forth.
"Oh, no, no, I can't."
But Linda found herself on her hands and knees her ass high in the air. Could she actually be doing this? She could feel the thick piling tickling her fingers and knees as she Positioned herself for a doggie fuck. Yes, the woman was bound and determined something was going to fuck her. If no man would, then a dog would suffice.
"Pouncer . . . here!" she said.
The weight of her tits pulling at her chest excited the woman. Linda rocked back and forth, her long hair brushing over her knuckles. Could she really go through with something like this?
Pouncer was lapping at her ass, wetting down those round globes until she was shivering with ecstasy. Linda thought the world was crashing into her cunt as she shifted position, tilting her ass higher. Was it the right angle for him? What was the right angle for a woman's ass to be in when a dog was going to mount her? Linda almost giggled, her muffled laughter quickly turning to a stifled sob of lust when Pouncer's tongue lashed over her clit.
"Ohhh, hurry, Hurrryyyy!"
Linda was going out of control. Oh God, yes, to have something, anything deep inside her cunt, that was what she needed. Deep inside, something so hard it would drive her through the wall. She closed her eyes again, shaking her head violently to knock several strands away from her dampened cheeks. She clawed at the carpeting impatiently, rocking back and forth teasingly, pushing her ass out at the animal, wondering just how long it would take him to get the idea.
Paws scratching at her asscheeks told her the answer.  Pouncer was whimpering, feeling her out, shoving his muzzle against her hot pussy, then scratching at her asscheeks again.
"Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me Pouncer!"
There! She'd actually said it, said something she thought would never leave her lips. The dog, yes, the dog mounting her. It was the thing she wanted most in the world.
Then suddenly she felt his furry underside brush her, his weight making her back bow down temporarily. Linda pushed up, stiffening her body as the animal crawled slowly on top.  She felt his forelegs wrap tightly around her waist while his hindquarters bumped the backs of her legs. She had her back bowed down again after some time, her ass thrust out to make fucking her easier. Fucking! Yes, for the first time in so many years Linda was going to have a cock inside her empty pussy.  The woman was going wild, drool oozing from between her compressed lips while a strangled kind of humming sound from her throat filled the room.
"Unnnhhhohhhahhhh!"
What awful thing was she doing? Under her mother's roof, down on her hands and knees like this, letting the dog fuck her! A thrill filled her chest. Yes, she was defying the old lady at the same time she was fulfilling her wild desires.  She waited there on hands and knees for the big dog to fuck her, wishing in a way Bertha would come stumbling down the stairs and catch her in this act!
"Fuck, fuck."
Linda was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the big dog on. Was it really happening? What a silly question.  It was the same one she asked nights ago when the Doberman began licking her and she let him. Yes. it was those years of frustration, those years when her mother had reinforced her earlier puritanical ways on her, making Linda so terrified to even look at a man. And to think she'd nearly instilled the same kind of guilt, the same kind of fear into her tiny daughter. No, that wouldn't happen. If Christina wanted to fuck dogs, that was all right with her.
"Yessssss!"
It was happening. Linda could feel the sharp tip of the animal's cock slipping into her. It was gouging along the seeping heat of her cunt, gouging lower. A flash of fear and shame and disgust shot through her reeling mind. Her excitement was at its height. She was walking on the edge of satisfying her need to have her cunt filled with cock. But could she go this far, let another type of animal fuck her?  She just couldn't. No, there had to be limits people didn't step over.
"No, no," Linda cried, tears welling up in her eyes.  As much as she thought she'd freed herself from her mother the disapproving face of society in the image of her mother was there scowling nastily.  As she sobbed in her confusion the Doberman's bony cock slipped into her cunt. He whimpered, then lunged forward.
"NO!"
Linda had felt him penetrate her. It was as if someone had knifed her in the back. With another shout she pitched forward, falling flat on her hands and knees while kicking her arms and legs wildly about. The animal dropped back terrified, staring at her as she scrambled to her feet and grabbed the gown still lying on the floor.
"No, no, I won't, I won't," she sobbed, hugging the gown to her tits and stumbling into the cool, long corridor. She couldn't go through with something like this even with the spark of defiance in her. Her tits rose and fell on her chest as she stood staring at the confused Doberman. A warm trickle of her cunt juice ran down the insides of her thighs. It made her frustration and fear that much worse.
Linda rushed into the kitchen, feeling as if she were seriously going insane. Pouncer came along, nipping at her ankles as he always did when he thought there might be more excitement in store for her. Linda didn't know where she was going until she found herself back at the window, staring outside at the. garage. Ken was there, leaning against the low wooden fence separating her property from the Jones'. He was leaning on a rake, his powerful legs wrapped around the wooden handle. Instinctively he was rubbing his crotch against it while talking to Emily Jones' sixteen-year-old blonde daughter. Jackie and Christina had never hit it off.  But apparently Linda couldn't say the same thing for her hired help. Ken was laughing, showing off his bright, straight teeth. His muscles ripped with every move he made, while his darkly tanned flesh glistened with perspiration.
Linda felt her heart pounding. Her cunt still seeped hot fluid and seemed to be swollen open under the sheer gown. If only she could hear what they were talking about! Ken at times stared at his room. Would he be inviting her up later?  She couldn't allow that sort of thing to happen!
But why should she be so concerned about his morality.  Undoubtedly he was a lot more happy than she, if not more wealthy. The woman bit her lip. A tear of shame and frustration trickled down her cheek. Jackie and Ken were going to get it on.  That, Linda could tell immediately.  Love, it seemed, was for the young. She could hear Pouncer scratching to be let out. Linda stood there by the window for a time crying, wondering when it would all end.
It was some time before she found the strength and courage to shoo Pouncer out of the kitchen and pour herself another drink. Glancing at the clock she saw it was nearly five. Mother would be wanting her tray of prepared chewed-over food by seven. How she hated to look at that mess!  Opening the refrigerator the young woman pulled out one of several wrapped trays and popped it in the oven, setting the dial on low. That was what her life would be. . . continually opening doors and serving food to other people. Linda sobbed again, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
The sound of footsteps at the back door brought her back to reality. Someone was knocking at the kitchen door.  Glancing down at herself Linda realized she was hardly dressed for receiving visitors. Through the gauze curtains the woman saw it was Ken, standing there still half-naked with the rake in his hands. Quickly she tied her robe and flipped open the door latch.
"Yes?"
Linda was surprised she could muster the cool to act this reserved. Inside she was a boiling volcano of lust, ready to explode the second he touched her.
"I. . . uh, thought I'd tell you I finished for the day," Ken said, his eyes sparkling and sexy as he surveyed her outfit with pleasure.
"Oh, fine," Linda said.
She could almost hear her heart pounding. She felt so out of touch with reality. Surely he had to know she was hot, so hot between her legs! The woman could feel juice trickling down her thighs, wetting her ankles.
"If it's all right . . . I . . . uh, I'll go back to my room," Ken said. Oh God, he was moving his hands over his crotch. Was it an unconscious movement or was he trying to tell her something?
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow morning." The conversation was bland and innocent enough. But just under their simple words, lust smoldered. She could feel him looking at her tits, her thighs, the way her legs were shivering right now.  Could she entice him to stay? Suddenly Linda realized her breathing was shallow and rapid. Ken had noticed this too.
"But then I could spend some extra time here, no charge," he added, smiling sexily at the blonde.  "I could take care of things in the house."
Ken wouldn't turn her eyes loose now. His nostrils flared and quivered. Had he caught the smell of her hot cunt?  Linda couldn't get her breath. She put one hand to her chest and closed her eyes.
"You okay?" Ken asked.
He was touching her, putting his strong hands on her shoulders. They felt so hot and strong. Linda let herself lean against them for a second. She knew what was going to happen but still denied it to herself. No, she was a good woman, not a tramp.  Her mother would have nothing derogatory to say about her. This was just a momentary weakness, something that would pass once she got herself together again.
"I just feel a little funny, maybe a touch of the flu," she said, surprised at how low her voice had become.
"Yeah, some of that going around. Come on, maybe you need a drink."
Linda wanted to protest, to send him back to the garage.  She wasn't mentally strong enough to fight off the young man, let alone her own raging emotions. But she felt her head go against his shoulder as Ken stepped in, locked the door behind him and walked her into the big living room. It was growing dark. He turned one lamp on as Linda broke away and moved to the bar.
"I don't think I need any ice," she muttered, uncapping the vodka and pouring the clear liquid into a glass.
He was watching her drink it, standing there by the tall window, rocking back and forth on his heels. Linda felt as if she were on display. What did he want her to do next?
"You're one hell of a good-looking boss, Mrs.
Weatherby," Ken said, smirking at her.
Linda took a long drink, moaning softly as she felt the burning vodka soothe her brain. What had he said to her?
"Hm?" she mumbled, taking another drink.
"I said you're damned good-looking. I've been thinking about you all day."
Linda started. This conversation was growing dangerous quickly! She had to put her foot down or things would get out of hand.
"You'd better go now. Thanks for helping, but I feel much better now." Linda tried to keep her tone cold and official. But there was just a little tremor that told Ken all he wanted to know. Ignoring her, he went on.
"What's your first name?"
"Linda," she blurted out.
The woman sipped more from the glass, taking more than she wanted to take. The vodka sped sexual fire through her veins. Thank God for vodka, she thought.
"Linda," he repeated. His eyes were closer than they seemed They were sparkling with life, with mischief, with lust. How could she get rid of him?  And did she really want to?
They were staring at one another again. Linda couldn't think of much more to say. How could she tell him she wanted him to leave when she wanted him so much to touch her, to kiss her, to . . . yes, to fuck her!
"Oh, what are you doing?"
Ken had crossed the threshold. There was no going back.  He was kissing her hair. Somehow he had moved up to her, circled her waist with his arms and drew her close to him.  She could feel his massive chest rise up and down while his lips moved up and down her neck. Her hands fluttered up to his shoulders.
"What do you think?" His voice was thick, sexy.
"Oh, you'd better go. I'd like to remind you Kenneth that . . ."
His lips were so hot. Now she felt them on the side of her face. He was kissing her cheeks, moving up to the corner of one eye. She nearly giggled.  Linda knew she had to be going crazy, or slipping into nymphomania. That damned vodka.
"You're going to spill my drink."
"Forget the drink," Ken said, taking it from her hand.
He was kissing her neck now. Linda closed her eyes. Her hands were up around his neck, holding him hard. She could feel his tongue and teeth now.
"No, please, this can't be happening. NO!"
"It's going on already, Linda," Ken whispered.  Yes, yes, it was too late! With a groan of defeat, Linda felt herself whirling around in the whirlpool she'd been searching for, for so long.

CHAPTER TEN

He was opening her gown, untying the tiny strap holding the two halves together. Linda let him do anything he wanted to now. She felt the silken edge inch down over the tops of her tits. It clung to the stiff nipples just for a second, then fell apart.
"Over here," Ken said, guiding the woman to the large sofa, sitting her down, then opening her gown completely.
Linda closed her eyes again, resting her head against the back of the couch. Ken was kneeling in front of her, spreading her open, moving his hands up and down her flat belly. She sighed audibly, her cunt wetting the bottom of her gown and the cushion underneath. Ken slid a hand down farther toward her pussy. Linda was trembling now, her ass squirming on the sofa. Her thighs parted for his touch. When his finger slipped into the hot little crack Linda groaned loudly, kissing him passionately. The world didn't matter for her anymore. Pouncer, her mother, Christina, everything faded into the distance as Ken ravished her on the sofa.
"Fuck me. Please, fuck me Ken!"
Linda tightened her cuntlips around his touch, clamping one of her hands over his to shove him in deeper.
"Not here, man, the bedroom. Show me where it is," Ken said.
"I can't walk. I know I can't."
It was true. Linda couldn't have crawled out of the living room. She was too hot. All she could do was spread her knees apart, groan while she felt her puffy cuntlips stickily peel back and wait for a cock to take care of the building pressure driving her crazy.
Ken picked her up easily. She clung to him, her hands locked behind his neck while her legs draped over his right arm. The woman guided him to her bedroom. Linda felt woozy, floating on a high she never thought possible. In a few moments the blonde realized they were in her room. Ken kicked the door shut, then laid her gently on the large king-sized bed. Her gown had come off some time during the trip up. That was all right. Linda rocked back and forth, moving her legs sensuously over the silken bedspread. Oh, it felt so good against her hot flesh! Glancing heavy-lidded at the big man Linda watched him undress. He was peeling down his sweaty Levi's, exposing his crotch. OH! That cock, so long, so thick! Linda thought. Her mouth made a circle while her chest and throat tightened even more! Yes, yes, she'd need something that size to take care of her aching, itchy cunt.  It had been so long since something was inside there, stretching her pussy deliciously, making her cum. Pouncer had been fine for the time. But now she needed this stud to help her over the edge.
Ken climbed onto the bed, then started licking her body.  Linda exploded, jerking her knees up, then letting them flop back onto the bed. He dragged his tongue along her belly first, moving up to her tits where he fingered them at the same time.  Linda groaned as if she was going to die when Ken cupped his lips around one tit and sucked hard, lashing it with his tongue while he pinched the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  And all along the woman could feel his cock dragging across her thighs, growing oh so deliciously close to her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me!"
Ken was enjoying himself immensely. He liked watching the woman beg, thrust her pussy up to him, then let it fall down again, frustrated, groaning for a touch. He moved down farther, inhaling the sharp odor of her juicing cunt while sliding his fingers teasingly lightly around the outer edges of her cunt.
"Oh, ohh!" Linda thought she was going to go crazy! The woman cramped her big ass muscles, rocking to one side and hunching up. She felt the graze of his knuckles against her wet cunt. But Ken was fast, pulling his hands away and chuckling while Linda still tried for a touch.
"Don't do this to me. I can't take it," she panted haltingly.
"Yeah, right," Ken whispered back, dropping his head between her legs.
Linda's eyes shot open. She could feel his breath whispering through her pussy hairs. Her cunt muscles cramped, then snapped shut on thin air.  Oh, why wouldn't he touch her, do something to her?
"OHHHHHHHHH!"
He'd done it, fit his mouth tightly on her cunt.  No one had done this to her before! Linda wallowed her shoulders against the crushed pillow, her head sinking down while her fingers clawed at the bedspread. He was shoving his tongue between the tight line into her hot, slippery fuck slit. As the woman exploded he shoved up higher until he was touching her clit with his tongue.
"Huhhhrrr! HHUHHHHHRRR!"
Oh yes, yes, this was far better than with the animal.  Pouncer had only thought about himself, never seriously taking Linda's feelings into account. But Ken was playing her like an instrument, carefully watching her, tonguing her up to climax, then moving her back down. The woman was going wild, prancing her ass around on the bed, silently begging for his long, fat cock in her cunt. The sounds of the groaning springs filled the room.
"Baby, man, you're hotter 'n most girls I fuck at school."
"Really?" Linda gasped, feeling a flush of pride.
"Yeah, really. Man, you're one hot number.  You're gonna bake my cock when I shove it in."
He was working her over, pawing her, licking her, pulling her legs apart. His fingers held her wide open while his thumbs worked over the tight little shitter. He was going to fuck her there? No, no, of course not. It was only more of his wild foreplay.
Linda sighed, feeling him push the tip of one thumb up her ass! At the same time her cunt muscles snapped shut on his tongue.
"Shit, baby, don't You ever quit?" Ken asked, pulling his head out from between her thighs and smiling down at the woman. He reached up, rubbing the spit and cunt juice off his chin.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned, unable to think of anything else except fucking.
"Yeah, fuck. That's what you need now," Ken said, crawling on top of her and settling on her body.
Linda sighed again, feeling his cock rubbing over her pussyslit. Yes, yes, shove it in! Hurt me, shove it in!
"Gonna fuck you hard 'til you can't walk for a fuckin' month!" Ken growled.
Linda felt herself melting into his body. She loved the hardness of his cock shoving into her cunt. That long, fat cock was soon going to be relieving her of the tension, of the guilt that had been haunting her since childhood. To hell with Bertha, to hell with the house and the inheritance.  She was Linda Weatherby, a person, someone with feelings and desires who had to be reckoned with.
"Okay, baby, okay."
Her ass wriggled up higher as Ken pushed his knees against her asscheeks. She could feel her fat, juicy cuntlips peel apart as she waited for his long, thick shaft.
"That's it, honey, nice and easy, Linda."
The woman held her breath. She could feel the slick, fat spongy cockhead moving along her cunt slit, centering itself in the middle of her hole. The pulsing ring of cunt muscles relaxed for a second when Ken drew his fingers away. That was the signal, and the big man hunched in.
"OHHHHHHH!" Linda cried out, her back arching. She was supported on the bed by her shoulders and heels as Ken started fucking her. Her body shook as if she were having a fit. Ken pushed his arms against hers, driving his long, fat cock in deeper. The gurgling sound of his cock sinking in made both of them chill with delight.
"Oh, oh, OHHHHHH YESSSSSS!" Linda babbled happily, her head rolling from side to side.  Strands of her long blonde hair clung to her cheeks as she felt herself being split open by that hard dick! Oh, all these years she'd been denying herself this pleasure! It seemed so foolish now, so stupidly foolish.
"Yeah, good hard-fuckin' pussy!" Ken groaned back, kissing her, driving his tongue into her mouth while pushing his cock in. Their bodies slowly came together. Linda shivered, feeling his wiry body hairs brushing her belly and tits. She could feel his body heat warming her skin, could feel his sweat dripping onto her tits and thighs.  Yes, she was covered with a man, mounted by a real man for the first time in her life. Doug had never made her feel whole like this! No, this was a first for the woman. The first, but certainly not the last if Linda could help it.
"Yeah, yeah!" Ken sighed.
"DO IT!" Linda cried back.
His fat dick shaft was spreading her cunt walls apart.  Once or twice the girl felt her muscles cramping, the walls snapping together and trapping his cock halfway in.
"Man, what the fuck's goin' on?" he gasped, his eyes wide as he stared down at her.
"I . . . I can't help myself," Linda confessed, feeling her muscles cramping around the big dick rod, then milking it regularly.
"I never had a broad do that to me, not like this," Ken said, amazed at the woman's talent.
"Oh, really?"
So, she did have a few tricks up her sleeve the young sexy coeds on campus didn't know about.  So much the better!
"Just relax, baby. Relax. I wanna shove this thing in 'til you got it coming outta your mouth."
Yes, she wanted to taste his cum. She could almost picture the cock jammed up into her body, the white-hot jizz spurting so hard it shot up to her throat! Of course it was silly and impossible. But the thought had the effect of making her hotter than earlier.
"Un! UH! UNNGHHH!" Linda cried each time he shoved his cock into her. In a few moments the woman felt his balls resting against the bottom of her cuntlips. He was all the way in now! The two of them rested for a few minutes. Ken kissed her hard, fencing with her tongue, their spit trickling from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin to the pillow below. Linda writhed under his touch and dick, her ass quivering with sensation as if it were filled with cock meat as well.
"Oh, yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
"Man, baby, don't move that ass around like that or I'll shoot!" Ken warned, pulling his mouth away from hers and letting out strangled groans.
Linda did everything she could to keep herself under control.
"I . . . OHHHHH, I don't think I can!" she cried.
"Do it, man, DO IT!"
Linda struggled, managing to quiet her movements. The two of them lay panting for several seconds until Ken regained control of his cock.
"Yeah, okay, man, I'm okay."
Linda felt so sexy, so young! She had gone so far in the past few minutes. Giggling to herself, the woman started the last lap of her sexual romp, vowing never to go back to her old way of life again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Ohhhhh, gonna . . . gonna cummmmm!" Linda cried, her face red and pinched as if someone had stabbed her in the belly.
The woman lay like a speared fish on the bed, twitching and jerking spastically while her belly swelled up with that whirling ball of sexual hunger.  She could already feel that ball slipping, edging toward her clit. Any instant and she'd pitch off the edge.
"Hold on, babe, hold on for a few more secs," Ken said tightly.
The woman clawed at his back, raking his flesh with her nails while the balls of her feet beat against his lower back. The only thing Linda could think about at the moment was that she was being fucked by the biggest, hardest cock in the whole world!
"Man, you're something else! Shit, I ain't had a cunt like yours for years!"
The words made Linda burn. At times she thought Ken was strangling, especially when her cunt muscles clenched very tightly around his shaft. Then the woman tossed her ass with a fury that sent both of them rocketing toward climax.  Linda stopped moving after a while, loosening her pussy so that his cockhead could slide out of her.  She let the flared head stay between her small inner cuntlips. She knew he was close, that the dick head was touching her clit, about to spray her cunt with hot jizz. The thought made her whip her hips around in sexual fury again.
"Hey, man, I'm gonna pop!" Ken cried out.
"I can't stop moving, I just can't!" Linda yelled.
Linda was tired of playing games. She was going to cum now in spite of everything Ken said. She was close, so close.  Just a few more movements and she'd be going off!
"Now, man, NOW!"
The woman cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other. A sexual storm was raging through her pussy. The wild ecstasy seemed almost like pain it was so powerful. Yes, yes, she loved this, even jerking her arms and legs harder and more wildly around to let the movements blend with the vicious fucking of Ken's cock.
Linda was only a second away from insanity.  She felt the tight itchy ache growing to immeasurable proportions.  Then that second passed. She was crazy, going wild with yelping fits of orgasm as the final sexual fires swallowed her. A core of white-hot jism burned through her cunt.
Oh yes, yes, that core was Ken, Ken and his wild, wonderful cock plowing through her wet pussy. He was kissing her hard, tonguing her while pinching her tits. And all the while his pile-driving cock trenched out her cunt, making soft sucking sounds.
Linda's thighs were smeared with her own juices and his sweat and cum. The spurts triggered spasm after spasm inside the woman's snatch. It was incredible!  Linda gasped and gurgled and screamed. She was all wet, hot and clenching cunt.  The woman felt her cunt walls grip down on his cock at least three times for every wad shooting from his knob.
"MAN, FUCK IT OUT BABY!" Ken cried, sucking on her neck hard.
Linda milked the bucking cock, bouncing up and down on the groaning, rocking bed. She lost thought of everything except Ken and her cunt.  Her head snapped back several times and her tits jiggled with the furious cock blasts of jizz.  Linda's orgasm seemed to go on and on and on.
When she was through, the woman lay exhausted on the bed, her cunt muscles relaxing somewhat as the tension eased.  Somehow she'd managed to get her breath and trailed her fingers lightly over the big stud's back. A satisfied groan told her she had done well.
"Where did you come from, baby," Ken whispered, kissing her gently on the forehead.
"Did you like it?"
It sounded so silly, a question some teenager would ask her boyfriend after the first fuck. But after all it had in a way been the first fuck of her life. Wasn't she entitled to check on herself the way a young girl would? Wasn't she entitled to the same kind of treatment?
"Best, the best," Ken said, tensing his leg muscles and drawing his softening cock from her cunt.
Linda trembled, feeling her elastic pussy walls collapsing behind the retreating knob. Was it over?  Linda felt she'd just begun. There were so many positions she'd read about and heard about that she wanted to try.
Ken read her mind, smiling as he rolled off the bed.
"Just gotta take a piss. I'll be back."
Linda propped herself up on one elbow, watching his firm, hairy asscheeks disappear behind the closing bathroom door. She licked her lips, sighing contentedly. Instinctively she checked the clock. Six! That would still give her and Ken time to fuck until she had to see her mother with dinner.  Mother! She almost wished she could fuck right at the foot of the bed! That would show the old woman what she thought of her and her stupid morality!
"OH!" Linda said when she heard scratching at the door.  Pouncer! He was back in the house, tired of his games. She could hear Ken still pissing in the toilet behind the bathroom door. She had to get him out of here!
"Go, go away!" Linda whispered loudly, kicking the door with one foot after having slid quickly from the bed.
But the animal was persistent. Maybe if she cuffed him he'd listen. It hadn't worked before.  But Linda felt desperate. As free as she felt now the woman didn't want Ken to know what had gone on in the house before he arrived. It would make her die of shame!
"Go, get out!" Linda whispered, hitting the big Doberman on the side of his head.
But Pouncer had what he wanted . . . to get into her bedroom.
"Oh no, no, you can't!" Linda cried, stumbling backward onto the bed. She toppled back, her arms flailing out to the sides as Pouncer began his work quickly. The dog sniffed at her juiced, cum-filled cunt. The mixture of jizz and pussy oil apparently turned him on. He started lapping wildly at the hairy hole, his forepaws braced on her upper thighs while his head was buried in her cunt.
"Hey, what the fuck's goin' on?"
It was Ken, standing wide-eyed at the bathroom doorway with one hand on the molding.
"This damned dog," Linda cried, blushing to the roots of her hairs.
Linda swatted at the dog again, but Pouncer ignored her weak punches. He had worked her hot cuntlips apart now and was stroking them hungrily with his tongue. Linda had dropped her head down on her chest, feeling weak again as her clit popped up from the rough friction. No, no, it couldn't be happening, right in front of this man who had just satisfied her!
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed. This awful, terrible thing happening like this . . . " Her voice trailed off as the Doberman kept lapping away at her hair-fringed pussylips.
"I don't blame him," Ken said, his lips twisting into a sexy smile. "You're a damned good woman, and you smell and taste good too."
"But I'm not a dog!"
Linda whimpered in shame, turning her head away. What was happening here? She was trembling like a bitch in heat, actually enjoying being watched by Ken. Glancing over she saw his cock rising from its flaccid position. In seconds he was fully hard, growing excited watching her getting licked off.
"Come on. We can both get it off on you," Ken said, nodding at the snarling, lapping dog.
He pushed Linda back on the bed, then lay down next to her. Following his instructions implicitly the woman rolled over, kneeling between his splayed legs and taking his cock in her hands.  Pouncer moved back, letting her roll over, then went on with his cunt licking.
"Now gimme some good head, baby."
Linda had done this sort of thing with Doug several times and had enjoyed it. But now she was reeling with excitement. She was going to take this stud's cock in her mouth and suck hard, suck the thing that had brought her so much pleasure minutes before. And behind her Pouncer was taking care of her cunt, licking hard until he brought her off. It was almost the perfect situation.
"Ohhhh!" she babbled around the shaft between her lips.  Spit leaked out the corners of her mouth while his balls rose high in their sacs. Her tongue went wild over the sensitive underside of his cock. Ken pounded the mattress with his fists and swore. She loved that filthy mouth. And behind her eating her cunt was that dog. She could tell Pouncer was really excited. When he got that way Linda could feel the press of his fangs. She could feel them now.
"OH!" she gasped shamelessly as Ken squirmed under her sucking mouth. Yes, this was going to be wonderful. Mother could wait until she starved up in that sick bed of hers!  Linda would attend to her when she could. Yes, there were all those terrible years of suppression she'd have to make up for.
"Yeah, suck it hard, bitch."
Linda's cheeks caved in, her tongue flicking over the pulsing cockhead while Pouncer opened his maw and took hold of her juicy cunt again.

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Back at the camp Christina was winding up her final hours. It was growing late. Thank God that terrible female lieutenant was busy with paper-work. How could she have let herself commit a lesbian act like that! No, she wasn't queer, or least ways she didn't think she was.
"Hey, come on, get with it!" It was Hal Caffey, back with her again in the middle of nowhere.  Behind them some two hundred yards over the hill glowed the lights of the camp. Sounds of packing up filled the air. Christina had drifted away from the others, contemplating what had happened to her when Hal sneaked up behind her.
"OH! I didn't see you there!" Christina said.
She felt hot flashes ripple through her young cunt.  Well, at least Christina knew at this point she wasn't completely queer. Hal was still a hot flash for her.
"Better pack up. Less to do tomorrow morning when you leave."
There seemed to be a sound of regret in his voice.  The big man moved up to her and sat down, staring into her eyes.
"You know, I get to L.A. a lot," he said, resting one hand on her knee. They were both in shorts, uniforms having been dispensed with as a special treat for the last night. A small outdoor barbecue was held several hours ago. Smoke still hung over parts of the camp.
"Really?"
Christina was breathing hard, a lump growing in her throat.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you again," Hal said, his fingers traveling up to her buttons.
He was so much older than she was! Christina knew she should say no, should drive him away.  What happened out here had to be forgotten, put behind her.
But as he stripped her, slipping her shorts off, sliding her blouse from her shoulders and lying her back on the blanket she'd brought with her, Christina knew she'd be seeing a lot of the lieutenant in the future.
"I don't know," she said.
Hal was standing up, stepping from his shorts. It was dark but the girl could see his cock swinging out.
"How about something like a goodbye fuck . . .  goodbye for a few minutes, eh?"
He was covering her, smothering her with passionate kisses while his knees spread hers apart.  The girl quivered and groaned, clawing him wildly, squirming her ass on the wrinkled towel while behind her over the hill she could hear people shouting to one another joyfully as the activities came to an end.
"Man, fuck!" Hal said.
Christina moved her hips, changing the angle her cunt made with Hal's fat cock as it slid into her hot hole. It was wonderful feeling her insides stretching out and around that huge rod. She tensed, waiting for that cockhead to reach bottom. Ohhh, how good it was when his balls rested against her pussy.  The slick noises of his cockhead gurgling past her cuntlips and down, down into the pit of her pussy made Christina nearly faint.
"Gonna fuck all night. They won't miss us," Hal breathed.
"Oh, fuck all night," Christina repeated. What would she tell her puritanical mother? How could she describe what went on in the camp? Christina almost laughed. No, her mother was too straight, too prudish to be told that someone even kissed her, let alone did this to her. Christina blotted that from her mind. She'd think of something to fool her mother with.  After all, Linda was so dense about sex!
"Man, move that tight little ass of yours around!" Hal whispered, holding both cheeks in his big hands and squeezing them playfully.
"Fuck me good, Hal!" the girl whispered back.  Yes, her mother would never know. And how much fun she was going to have fooling her with Hal. Yes, fucking! Too bad Linda would never know the joys she was experiencing now!

THE END
