BEAST FEAST
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Repression and rebellion often travel hand-in-hand. In the confused morality of today's
society, parents are faced with the difficult task of protecting their children while
preparing them for the challenge of adult life.
Some parents, fearing for their children, may strictly shelter them from the sordid
realities of the world. Unfortunately, this ignorance may only lead to unimaginable
horrors.
The young virgin, longing to explore her emerging sexuality, may bitterly resent the
bonds placed upon her. She may join the many runaways who trouble today's parents,
or she may quickly master the skills of secrecy and deceit. Without guidance and
preparation she may find herself unable to quench her desires through conventional
means.
Trina Thurston is such a girl. Frustrated and angry, she searches for new ways to meet
her most basic needs. What follows will bring her only degradation, shame and
unbridled passion.
BEAST FEAST – the story of a young virgin longing to escape her restricted
upbringing and find her own morality. The horrors she endures should carry a warning
for all parents. The things your children don't learn may haunt them forever.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Isn't he a... dreamboat?"
Laura Thurston leaned to the right, looking at a tall, dark-haired bearded man standing
to one side of the punch bowl. Her friend Elaine was almost shivering with excitement
when he turned, spotted the two sitting women and smiled friendlily.
"Elaine, I don't know why you brought me here. I feel so foolish, so... out of place,"
Laura whispered, dropping her eyes modestly when she realized the man was staring at
her. Oh, why did they do that? Didn't they know she wasn't interested in men any
longer – certainly not after her husband ran away with that teenaged tramp? No, no,
she wouldn't let another man slip between her legs and take advantage of that hot,
mushy feeling between her legs.
I hate the way he looks at me! Laura thought to herself, feeling those sparkling black
eyes zooming in for a closeup of her body. Men! They were all alike, wanting one thing,
then running away fast. Jack had done that with her, although he lasted longer then
most. Fifteen years! Of course most of those were spent in fights, separations, tears,
reconciliations, and more fights. How her daughter had managed to stay sane through
the circus was beyond her.
Well, the masquerade ended three years ago when he came home that evening, told her
he was running away with the neighbor's daughter, and walked out the door – all done
within a minute. Laura couldn't believe what he'd done, even today.
"I think he likes you," Elaine said, her excitement dwindling when she realized the big
stud had eyes only for Laura.
"Well he's barking up the wrong tree. No man's going to do to me what Jack did," she
said, her voice trembling a little. Her fingers were so icy, trembling as she realized the
man was still staring at her. Why didn't he go for some of the other
women. God only knows Elaine was certainly hot to trot. Why her? The ice clanked
noisily against the sides of her glass as Laura adjusted her dress, pulling it modestly
below her knees. Breaking his stare did no good. She could still feel his searching stare
burn through her clothing.
"Come on, Laura. Not all men are like Jack. I took you here to Single Parents for some
fun. Even your daughter thinks you should get out more," Elaine said, resting one hand
comfortingly on her right arm.
Laura sighed. Yes, she probably should start dating, if nothing else to take care of that
shivery hot feeling constantly pulsing between her thighs. How often she stood in the
bathroom, holding onto the sink after a shower, jiggling her ass around in tight little
circles while smoothing her fingers over her hairy crotch! Yes, she'd stand there,
forehead sliding over the fogged bathroom mirror, her mouth a little swollen with lust
as she rubbed her clit teasingly with her fingers. At times she even slipped in one or
two, closing her eyes and pretending it was some faceless, unknown man come to rape
her and...
But it was all sad foolishness. When it was over, when the edge of her lust was finally
dulled, Laura went back to thinking of Jack, of Trina her daughter and how much she
needed her mother especially now. No, she couldn't jeapordize what life she had on a
chance date. Besides, who could
she get at her age? Even though Laura's body had yet to show any age blotches,
wrinkles or sags, still, divorced men, men with "strange" little sexual problems, or
cheating husbands seemed to be the only fish in her barrel.
"I just don't want to get involved. At least not while Trina's still at home," Laura said,
reaching around for her sweater. It was time to get home. She told her daughter to be
sure and be in the house no later than twelve. It was ten-thirty, plenty of time left to
stay here. But that man looked as if he was going to make his move. She wanted to get
out of this hall of yakking middle-aged groupies before he did. Elaine had driven. If she
didn't leave with her, Laura decided she'd call a cab.
"All right. Just let me powder my nose and I'll be back to drive you home," Elaine said
with barely veiled disgust.
Laura wanted to go with her but realized how silly it seemed. Instead she sat there
alone as her friend sashayed by the stranger, almost winking at him! Laura blushed for
her friend, turning around and staring out the window.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?"
The voice rang out over the general hubbub. Laura stiffened, feeling panic sweep over
her.
"I'm not going to beat you. Take it easy," he said, laughing easily at her uneasiness.
Chills swept over her body as she felt his warm breath caress her flesh. She waited,
almost expecting to feel a tongue shoved in her ear. Why was she thinking things like
that? Could he tell she was aroused? Laura shifted uneasily in her chair, glancing over
the dance floor and hoping her friend was coming out soon.
"You come here often?" he asked.
Laura dared raise her eyes to see who was talking to her. Oh, he was more good
looking than she thought he was! Tall, broad-shouldered, finely defined features
bordered by a neatly trimmed moustache, the man was flashing a brilliant smile at her.
"Oh...no, this is my first time," she said, feeling so ill at ease. Her body was betraying
her. The tips of her tits were so hard they were about to come through her bra. Her
pussy was moving as if it had a life of its own. The full, flexible lips curled and quivered
while her clit popped to the surface tight and hard.
"I thought I hadn't seen you around," he said, narrowing his eyes and staring at her
hard again.
Laura felt herself melting into the floor. No man had ever done this to her before! Not
even Jack with all his smooth talking had made her feel this way even while they were
dating. The woman pulled her sweater over her shoulders, trying to hide the full,
luscious curves of her body. That was nearly an impossible task.
The man looked at her for a minute then shrugged.
"Name's Mike... Mike Hanover," he said, extending a hand.
Laura took it, shivering as she felt the callused fingers curl around hers. She felt so tiny,
so small, so desired. Moving her ass around, the woman felt the nylon crotch panel
sticking uncomfortably to her bloated cuntlips.
"Are you with... your friend?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the restrooms.
This was it, the pickup! Laura realized he was still holding her hand and pulled hers
back. Her heart was beating so quickly she was sure he could hear it. For a second her
voice failed her. No, no, she couldn't go home with him, not here with everyone
watching them! How would she be able to face Elaine in the morning, especially with
all the moralizing she'd done all night?
"Yes. We came together," Laura answered. Came. Past tense of come. How she blushed
when she thought of that word. Coming... how delicious it sounded, even now when
she felt threatened.
"Of course you don't have to," he continued, placing one foot up on the empty chair
next to her and hiking his pants up into his crotch. "But I'm not doing anything too
much this evening. It's still early, and I'm sure your friend wants to stay. Why don't we
go out for a drink... maybe something to...eat." She didn't like the way he pronounced
the word "eat," especially when his eyes dropped to her lap.
Laura couldn't stop her fingers from trembling! Nor could she stop her eyes from
sweeping over his crotch when she turned to answer him.
God! His pants were pulled so tight against his body, giving a clear impression of a
thick roll of meat cradled between his legs. Laura wondered how big it would be hard?
No, that was terrible to think of! That was something her rebellious daughter would say
in front of her purposely to upset her. Trina! Laura's thoughts went back to her
daughter, to the dates that lasted so long. Oh, if she came home one night with the
story she was pregnant... That thought helped Laura fight off this man's advances.
"What's on your mind? Penny for your thoughts?" he said, laughing easily again.
The same male assurance, the identical sexual haughtiness her ex-husband had! Desire
turned to anger.
"Nothing's on my mind," she said dryly, stiffening her back and staring up at the stud.
Mike was so handsome. And there was something more than sheer brutal male ego
shining there in his eyes.
He shrugged again, undaunted by her apparent coolness to his play.
"Maybe you could think some more about my offer. I'm here on Wednesdays and
Fridays... sort of a social chairman," he said, moving one hand so close to that thick roll
pressing against his trousers Laura nearly screamed in indignation. Was he playing with
himself while talking with her? No, that was too obvious. She had to calm herself down.
What was happening to her? How her flesh tingled with excitement while he stood next
to her.
She avoided the amused stare from his dark eyes as she rose when Elaine crossed the
dance floor.
"Think some more about the offer," he suggested in a harder voice. "If the best-looking
woman here doesn't accept my offer, I'll be in the dog house all year." His voice seemed
to follow her out the door like a pursuing hound.
"You didn't take him up on it? Laura, you're crazy, you know that?" Elaine cried in
disbelief as they climbed into her VW.
"He's just like all the others," Laura muttered, slamming the door shut and pulling her
dress back over her knees. She felt as if she'd been raped. "All they want is a quick...
fuck, then they run."
How she hated to use that filthy word. Fuck! It brought up all sorts of wild, delicious
images she'd rather not think of at the moment. Right now Laura was more concerned
with Trina and her dates. The girl was getting out of hand. For a teenager Trina was
moving far too fast. Laura tried as best she could to be firm with the young woman. But
Trina enjoyed disquieting her mother, half blaming her for the breakup of the marriage.
"I think he was kinda cute," Elaine said, starting the car and going down the drive
toward the main road.
"Well, if you think he's so cute, you can come back here," Laura said, irritated. Her
hands smoothed over her thighs.
"Oh, he's not interested in me. One look at the two of you and I thought you were an
item," the fat woman said, smiling gleefully as she accelerated.
Laura refused to rise to that ridiculous implication. An item. The thought of it nearly
sickened her. No, the more she thought about it the more certain she was she'd never
go back to that awful place... a kind of elderly flesh auction house. There was
something a little disgraceful about it.
"You're just too uptight about men," Elaine said, turning onto the quiet residential
street she and Laura lived on. "This is the twentieth century. Talk to your daughter. I
think she knows more about men than you do."
Laura bristled. How dare her best friend imply that Trina was a tramp!
"I just don't like the way he looked at me. He's just like all men."
"You mean, wanting just one thing?" Elaine interrupted, stopping in front of Laura's
house. She turned and grinned at her friend. "So what's wrong with that?" she asked
coolly. "Certainly that's better than robbing homes, mugging old women or starting
wars that kill off thousands of millions, don't you think?"
The words made Laura tremble again. "Elaine!"
"Darling, if your precious body means that much to you, well, that's your problem.
Frankly, if I were you and had the kind of equipment you had, I'd use it. You're not
going to stay in that condition all your life, Laura," Elaine said enviously. "You've been
more fortunate than most of us. But one day age is going to catch up. Then you won't
be able to even pay someone to sleep with you."
"No, no!" Laura cried.
Laura scrambled out of the car, Elaine's vicious words ringing in her ears as she hurried
up the walk. Standing there on the porch the woman fumbled in her purse for her keys.
I am not old, I am NOT old, Laura repeated to herself as she finally pulled the keys out
and opened the front door.
Images of Mike and what he might look like under that pin-striped suit flashed through
her mind as she threw down her purse and headed for the bar. Vodka. That would end
all her troubles for the night. She curled her fingers around the squat bottle, one hand
fumbling for a tumbler as she pictured the big man's sneering face. His words mocked
her. Elaine was right. She wasn't going to get any younger. Who was she fooling?
As Laura threw several cubes of ice into the glass and poured the clear liquor in she
thought about what Mike had said. Well, why not? Certainly she was old enough – not
like Trina, barely out of rubber panties and already chasing men! "Ugh!"
The vodka burned her throat. Setting the glass down, Laura felt her forehead with the
back of one hand. It was burning and wet, as hot and wet as her pussy was. Jesus, she
was horny!
"No, I won't... won't go back," Laura told herself as she finished the drink and poured
herself another. She was feeling high, a little giddy, as well. Would Elaine be back at the
community center trying to make a play for Mike?
"OH!"
Her cunt felt like a ripe fruit, bursting at the seams, ripe for fucking. It was swollen
open with lust, rivulets of hot juice oozing from the velvety lining, seeping down her
thighs. How could she be this hot? She'd only met the man once! But that awful itchy
ache between her white shivering legs was real.
Vodka splashed from the glass, wetting down her fingers as Laura tried to bring it to
her lips again. No, she wasn't going to get drunk tonight. Glancing up at the wall clock
over the fireplace, she saw it was nearly eleven. He'd be there at least until twelve.
Laura closed her eyes, trying to fight down the burning itch one more time. Hopeless!
This time it was hopeless. The thought of making a play for a man – particularly that
man – excited her terribly. She'd take a chance on making a fool of
herself, on finding her good friend Elaine there at the club trying to drag yet another
man to her bed. Trina would be back on time. She'd had it out with her daughter the
night before, vowing to send her to a correctional home if she came back late from a
date one more time. The words finally sank in, Laura believed. This time it would be
her turn to come home after hours. Laura giggled at the turnabout, then set the glass
down on the counter with a loud bang.
"Back, Hunker, back," she said as their pet Alaskan husky padded into the living room.
He was squatting by the doorway leading to the kitchen, his long dark pink tongue
hanging out one corner of his mouth, his blue eyes rolling up to her.
"You're fed," Laura said dryly, slinging her purse over her shoulders and giving the
room a backward glance as she marched through the front door. "Stay, guard the home
until Trina comes back," Laura said, slamming the door shut and locking it.
I feel like such a criminal, she said to herself, sliding behind the wheel of her station
wagon and guiding it out onto the street. Laura felt as if all the neighbors were peeking
out of their shuttered windows, gossiping about the "hot" divorcee going out hunting
for men.
Laura drove slowly past Elaine's house, sighing with relief when she saw her friend's
VW parked in the drive and all the lights off. So, she didn't go back. Good, Laura
thought to herself, smiling unconsciously as she speeded up and turned down Ventura
Boulevard toward the community center. It was so wicked her doing this... so wicked it
made her all the more excited as she parked the car behind the brightly lit brick
building and quickly scrambled out onto the paved lot. She could still hear the recorded
disco music thudding from the door.
Once inside Laura quickly spotted Mike. He was talking to three other men – probably
about their prospects of landing a little pussy that night. Laura pursed her lips wryly,
suddenly wondering if it was such a good idea coming back here. Mike would certainly
realize she was looking for him. It flashed through her mind that she might just be
considered easy, a tramp.
Hesitating, feeling a little nervous, the woman was about to turn around and walk out
when she felt Mike's eyes light on her. She shivered, her knees growing weak as she
gasped for breath. Oh God, to think he had this effect on her and he hadn't even
touched her. She'd die if he kissed her right there!
"Hi, back again, eh?" he said, his eyes flashing mischievously. Laura almost had to hold
onto him to keep from sinking to the floor. Somehow she managed a bright smile and
steady voice.
"Yes, I think I lost my watch here," she said, glad she'd taken it off at home.
"Well, we'll organize a little search party," Mike said, his eyes narrowing while his smile
grew broader. Laura knew she was wading in dangerous waters but she didn't care.


Chapter 2

"Billy, let go," Trina cried, pulling the young basketball player's hands off her thighs.
He was trying to mount her right there in front of her house. What would her mother
say if she were staring out the window right now? It was almost midnight. Her
mother's words about reform school echoed in her head.
"Come on, Trina, you've been teasin' long enough. Here, feel," he said, moving her
fingers over his crotch. The perky blonde teen felt something long and hard and
throbbing against her palm, pushing up against his faded Levi's. Trina gasped, her eyes
widening as she jerked her hand away.
"Wh... what kind of... of girl do you think I am, Billy Howard?" she stammered,
drawing to the other side of the car. Trina fumbled for the door handle.
"The kind who puts out," the young man said, leaning back in the driver's seat and
scratching the back of his head. "Come on, Trina, the word's out you're a pretty hot
fuck."
The girl scrambled from the car, slamming the door shut as hard as she could.
"That's not true!" she cried, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. How humiliating!
She'd never done anything with a boy before in her life. Although tonight Billy might
have been the first man to fuck her if he'd played his cards right. But all evening he'd
been talking about screwing, about how easy it was, taking it all for granted. Well, he'd
do without this evening. And to think he could say something like this to her right now
and then expect her to... put out!
"Well, all the guys..."
"I don't care about all the guys. And even if I do go to bed with someone later, it's not
going to be a little snot like you."
Trina was furious, her fingers curled into two fists as she marched up the walk. She
heard Billy's high rider car squeal down the street. Let the neighbors wake up, she
thought to herself, trying the door and surprised at finding it locked. Normally her
mother was up, dressed in that awful dowdy nightgown of hers, watching the Johnny
Carson Show, waiting for her to come marching in late. Well, this was a first. Trina was
home on time, something her mother couldn't yell at her about.
Maybe she's asleep, the girl thought as she pulled out her keys and opened the door.
"OH!" Trina said, startled.
It was Hunker, jumping up on her, licking her face as Trina walked in and locked the
door behind her.
"Mother?" Trina said.
The house was silent except for Hunker's panting. The husky was her dog, even though
Laura had bought him for protection from strangers. Trina had been the one who took
him out on walks, played with him as a puppy, fed him, did everything with him.
"Okay, okay boy, down," Trina said, laughing while shoving the anxious dog away from
her. She made a quick tour of the house, surprised to find her mother gone. Noticing a
half-finished drink on the bar counter, Trina raised her eyebrows. Where on earth had
her mother disappeared to? At first she thought someone had broken in. But Hunker
would have torn him to pieces. There were no signs of struggling. No, her mother must
have gone out. Of course! That party Elaine had talked about dragging her to.
"No, boy, no," Trina cried, pushing the dog away with one leg. She was getting worried
about the big dog lately. He'd been sniffing between her legs, placing his head in her
lap and rolling up those big blue eyes at her sometimes when she was sitting watching
television. Trina wanted to talk to her mother about it. Something seemed terribly
unnatural about this act. He was almost staring at her like a lover.
That... that damned Billy, Trina thought as she kicked the animal gently away and
started up the stairs to her bedroom. He'd gotten her hot, too, playing with her tits like
that, running his fingers just under the leg band of her shorts and teasingly touching
her cuntlips. She'd let him do that on the third date. Once he even slipped a finger into
her cunthole. But that, she felt, was going too far and Trina stopped it!
But this evening he'd really worked her up. She was so hot and wet and itchy. Her tight
little cunt was already clenching, her pussy walls buckling from the rising sexual heat.
She might have gone all the way, let him slip his cock into her furry cunthole. God
only knows lots of girls at school fucked. Some of the conversations she overheard in
the girl's John would have shocked her mother. Trina giggled as she topped the stairs.
Of course, old stale dirty jokes shocked her mother. Laura just wasn't the modern
woman.
Well, she didn't get fucked and it was just as well. Trina didn't relish the fact of getting
knocked up. And she hadn't been able to get ahold of the pill yet. Once she did that,
well...
Once in her bedroom the perky blonde skinned off her tight-fitting jersey, curling her
fingers around the waistband of her black shorts and sliding them over her thin, long
legs. Trina stopped with her panties at her knees. She felt giddy-kind of spaced and
high. Was this the normal way a girl feels when she's excited? Stepping from her briefs
she wadded them into a silky ball. Glancing at herself in the mirror, Trina could see
what the boys wanted in her nice firm body, small but high-riding tits, long legs, and
that bush of blonde hair at her cunt. With a sticky little sound her outer cuntlips came
open as she probed her thumb and forefinger into the hole.
Staring into the mirror, she saw the pink and sopping wet tunnel just beyond the furry
hairy cuntlips. She was still wet, oh so hot. Biting her lower lip nervously, the young
girl put her finger down, touching the tiny bead of her clit. A small shock cut through
her thighs. She sucked in a shuddery breath, licking her bottom lip. It was daring for
her to do this, although Trina certainly had touched herself before. But here, standing
in the middle of her bedroom with the lights on,
watching herself in the mirror with the door wide open was something different. Once
when she was a small girl in the bathtub playing, her mother had come in and said
something. Trina couldn't remember exactly what the words had been. But she knew
that because of that one time it made her feel a little odd to even think of touching her
cunt. But she dared touch it now and she loved the sensation.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
Trina was surprised at the shaky quality of her voice. She was breathing hard, her tiny
rib cage moving up and down, making her tits jiggle. She was starting to feel real
dreamy and warm. She stared at her fluffy blonde cunthairs. They had droplets of
something on them, pussyjuice, she thought. The girl stared at the way the hairs fringed
her slit, the way they made a neat little triangle there below her flat belly. It looked
awfully sexy. Trina wondered if she'd let Billy try something with her the next time.
"Ummmm!" she moaned again.
Her mother would have been shocked if she knew what was happening now. The
young girl rocked her hips from side to side, at times standing on her toes and letting
the weight of her plump asscheeks jiggling add to the wild sensations shooting through
her young little pussy. The room started to spin around. Some of her friends had taught
her how to finger fuck herself. And now,
especially since she'd been dating Billy heavily, Trina had been doing it at least three
times a week. Her mother had once said a woman shouldn't have sex more than twice a
week. It would upset her balance of something or other.
Well, Trina had news for her mother. She'd been fucking herself for the past year like
this and she felt fine!
"Ahhhhh!"
Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and her upper lip while her lower jaw
slackened. Her pulse raced, her heart thudding wildly. Trina felt weak. Turning off the
light and reluctantly leaving the long mirror, the girl pulled back the coverlet of her bed
and slid between the sheets. Oh, how her cunt burned! Groaning again, Trina kicked
back the covers and pushed her knees apart, wallowing her shoulder blades against the
warm wrinkled sheets. With one hand she peeled the outer cuntlips back, massaging
the slick pussyjuice deeper into the hot crevice. It sounded so squishy and wet down
there. Trina felt electric thrills rush up and down her spine.
"Ohhh... ohhhhh God!" she cried.
She was using her middle finger, parting her legs more while starting to make fucking
motions with her narrow hips. The bed started squeaking and groaning, making Trina
stop for a second. It took her only an instant to realize the only one to hear her was
Hunker, and he was downstairs chewing on some bone or other.
The feel of those hot slick folds surrounding her finger was enough to make her really
dizzy. She kept rubbing, pushing down the stiffening clit, working her thighs from side
to side while letting out a series of low, guttural moans.
Oh God, it felt so... itchy! Her skin burned while her chest tightened so much Trina
could hardly breathe. Was this what happened when someone fucked you? She closed
her eyes and tried to imagine Billy mounting her, his hands playing with her tits while
his... cock slipped up and down her thighs, inching toward her cunthole. Just the
thought of that sent hot chills racing through her convulsing pussy! "Ohhhhh... wow!"
Trina started pumping her ass up and down, letting her fingertips just graze the tiny
bulge of her clit. Suddenly a rush of unfamiliar thrills made her head swim. Her thighs
felt as if they were on fire. Even her toes were tingling. The feel of the warm sheets
gathering under her asscheeks prickled her to a humping rhythm. She spread her legs
even farther apart, glancing at the open doorway nervously, wondering if the slam of
the front door would suddenly end her tryst here.
Trina was moving her body in a strange, convulsive way. Her legs bent at the knee,
then flopped loosely back down again. She was digging at the mattress with her heels,
tossing her shoulders back and forth. Her long blonde hair splashed over the pillow,
tangling at the corners of her mouth. She was babbling meaningless words. How warm
and buzzy her body felt! Oh, was she close to coming? Yes, yes, her clit was itching,
throbbing, pulsing with that delicious madness that was only minutes away from
carrying her to ecstasy.
The blonde teen rolled onto her belly, clamping her thighs tight, fingers still squishing
wetly between her cuntlips. She pumped her full-fleshed ass up and down in a wild
fucking motion. Oh yes, yes, she wanted Billy, she needed Billy to fuck her! The
thought made her face turn even redder as she pictured him holding her, pinning her
slender legs against the bed while pile-driving his dick into her cunt. The bed jerked
violently. At some point the girl realized the bed's movements were due to some other
force than her fucking movements.
"HUNKER!" she yelled.
Trina had turned around and peered heavy-lidded at the white husky standing there to
one side on her queen-sized bed. Trina felt embarrassed, shamed, as if her mother had
just entered the room and caught her there fucking herself.
The girl rolled around, feeling her cunt burning madly while she gathered the sheets
protectively around her naked body.
"Go back, Hunker. You're not supposed to be up here," she said angrily, kicking at the
growling white animal.
But Hunker was in no mood to argue. He'd heard her groans all the way down in the
kitchen. Now he could smell the evaporating pussyjuice. It hung like a heavy perfume
in the small bedroom. Stretching his handsome head forward, his black nostrils
quivered with the smell.
Instinctively Trina knew what he was smelling and felt her stomach turn over. All her
fears rushed into her brain. He was going to attack her... sexually! At times Trina had
heard ugly stories about these sort of things happening. Desperately the girl looked
around her room for something she could throw at the animal. There was the lamp. But
it was so far away!
"No, no!" she yelled.
Hunker had dropped down, his ears pinned back while a low steady growl came from
his throat. He was smelling her, his long tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth.
Trina knew he wanted to taste her, to lick up and down her hairy crotch. She backed
away, her forehead wrinkling up while her breath came in short pants. How did she
ever get into this horrible situation?
"Back... back!"
Trina could feel the inner surfaces of her cunt rubbing together as she snaked higher on
the bed. Hunker got tired of waiting and jumped, his paws hitting her thighs. In an
instant the girl felt his nose sticking under her hot cuntmound.
"AHHHHH!" Trina screamed, curling her fingers into two fists and beating down at
the animal savagely.
How could something like this be happening to her? It was awful, disgusting! An
animal... touching her there, wanting to possibly fuck her. No, no, she couldn't let this
happen, not in her own bedroom.
"No, no, I... won't let this... happen," Trina gasped.
But slowly she discovered herself responding to the big dog. Maybe because her cunt
was so tight, so overheated Trina took on the animal. Maybe because she was turning
into a slut she embraced Hunker as if he were her human lover. The blonde teen didn't
know. All she knew was that his tongue felt oh so warm against her thighs and made
her pussy shudder at its light touch. He was whining, wiggling his strong body back
and forth while he stood above her on the bed. Trina felt petrified. The first touch of his
tongue had made her stomach buck with terror... a kind of unnamed fear. But why
wasn't she hitting him now or screaming down the walls?
"No, no, bad dog," she panted, breathing as heavily as he.
Trina somehow managed to push the animal away, sliding her legs off the bed and
pulling herself up to a sitting position. She glanced at herself in the mirror. She was
swaying drunkenly, her face bloated with lust. Her hair curtained her flushed face.
Trina could see how wet her thighs were with juice as Hunker leaped off the bed and
pursued her.
Have to get away, the blonde teenager told herself as she made her way to the door. He
dove between her legs, pushing his head between her thighs and starting to move his
tongue over her asscheeks. Trina shivered, her back arching as her knees gave way.
Stretching both arms out, the girl tried to hang onto the door. But with a loud thud
Trina fell to the floor doubled over.
"No, no," she cried, her clit burning and pulsing with an increasing burning itch. She
dug her fingernails into her upper arms, trying to regain some control of herself. But
her pussy had taken over, making her mind as soft as mush. He was just a dog, a
primal, lusting animal out for her cunt. She had to get away from him before things
went too far. How could she even look at herself in the mirror the next morning if she
were to let Hunker have his way?
The dog moved fast while Trina was trying to come to terms with herself. She felt his
tongue grazing one exposed cuntlip. She gasped from the unreal tickle. Hunker shoved
his head forward even farther, licking her fingers as she thrust her hands protectively
over her pussy.
"Oh... noooo!" she moaned.
Somehow Trina managed to find the strength and rose shakily to her feet. She
supported herself by leaning against the doorway molding, resting her forehead against
the wall. How heavy she felt. It was like trying to move in a dream. She stumbled out
into the darkened hall, grasping onto the rail and dragging herself toward the stairs.
Below the lights gleamed brightly in the living room. If she could only make it there
she'd be all right. There the real world existed.
But Hunker was determined to knock down what defenses she had left. He moved
between her legs again, twisting his head up and peeling her cuntlips apart with his
tongue. The sudden scalding pressure brought her to her knees again.
"God, help me!" Trina was almost crying.
Oh, she should have never started with fucking herself. Now her pussy was so hot she
couldn't stop the throbbing itch that was driving the dog to this madness. She crawled
forward on her hands and knees, breathing heavily, her tits hanging down. The rug
scratched teasingly at her knees. Twice Trina swung backward at the pursuing husky,
swearing at him, brushing the hair from her eyes as she moved toward the stairs.
"OHHHHH!"
He was only a dog. But yet one wet lick rubbing over her clit made her elbows bend,
threatening to collapse from her growing excitement. Hunker pressed harder. Trina
stopped, her eyes bugging out while her breaths came in short, raspy gasps. She could
feel her asscheeks tighten, then relax as that tongue sloshed around her cuntlips, diving
now and again into her hot little muff. Trina couldn't pull away from him, couldn't
seem to make him stop.
"No, bad dog, get away," she panted.
It was stupid. What little obedience he'd shown earlier disappeared now. Peering under
his belly Trina could see a dark red something sliding from his white furry sheath. Oh
God, she couldn't let him do something like... like fuck her!
"Please, oh God, please, noooo," she wailed, falling onto the carpet. Quickly the dog
mounted her, his narrow hips making fucking movements while more of his red cock
slid out.


Chapter 3

Trina whimpered, pushing herself up and shaking the big dog off her body for the
moment. Lord, she'd felt something terribly hot and very, very slick brushing the inner
surfaces of her thighs! She knew what it was and shivered with the fact that something
had nearly happened!
The stairs! They were only a few feet away. If only she could get to them.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Trina fell over again and found herself on her back, writhing under the dog's continual
lapping. He grunted with excitement and lunged at the glistening, tender surfaces of
her exposed cuntlips. "Ohhhh!" she wailed.
Hunker seemed to be going crazy. He raked his sharp claws up and down her thighs,
leaving long red scratch marks on her flesh while sticking his nose up and down against
her pussy folds. She could see that her hot juice was wetting down the fur around his
snout. His black nostrils were glistening with it. His pink tongue rolled sloppily over
her cunt, parting the hot cleft, bathing her hard, still clit while her feet moved back and
forth over the thick nap of the hallway rug.
"No, no, wrong..." she said.
Trina bent her knees and kicked the dog hard in the chest, sending him spiraling back
down the hall. She turned back over and crawled toward the stairwell, her chin
dragging on the floor. It was so hard to move. And all the while her cunt throbbed and
burned so!
Hunker pursued as before. Soon he had her on her back once more. This time she was
cooperating, actually opening her cunt up to him. Slowly she let her knees fall open.
Realizing he'd won for the moment, he went wild, his tongue slopping over the inner
skin of her thighs. Each lick was bringing out more and more juice from her cunt.
"P... please," Trina moaned.
He was nuzzling his black nose between her bloated cuntlips. Trina knew he was
tasting her, actually drinking in her pussy oil and tasting her. The thought should have
nauseated her. But instead the excited young teenager grew hotter, moving her ass up
and down, digging her fingers into the soft carpet while making fast, jerking
movements with her thighs. Yes, she was fucking his tongue, impaling her body on his
muzzle while he lapped and tongued her up to climax.
Gently his tongue petted her clit. Trina shuddered with a wild fever. It was so
completely uninhibited. What would her mother say now? Oh, Trina almost laughed,
picturing the shocked face of her mother as she came up to the second floor and found
her daughter wallowing on the floor with the husky!
Trina realized she'd been banging her feet against the wall in her excitement, working
her body from side to side like a snake. The hunger of her cunt seemed to force
everything out of her mind except the wild desire of making the aching pleasure
between her legs even better. Trina reached down with both hands to feel Hunker's
pointed snout, his wet mouth. She felt with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess
between her thighs. The dog's tongue kept on fucking her, slopping over her snatch
while he actually tried to move his snout into her hole. "Yess... oh Jesus in heaven...
yesssss!" she cried.
Trina humped her ass up, giving Hunker more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her willing
excitement and whimpered. Now he was lapping the very rounded bottom of her ass
with hot spit, lapping back into the narrow split between her asscheeks. He was
touching her asshole, teasing the tiny opening with the tip of his tongue. No, no, Trina
didn't want it there.
"Oh, here, here," she groaned, tilting her hips down, rubbing her fingers back and forth
on her bloated cuntlips.
The animal responded instantly. Trina felt the dog's pointed ears against her hands. She
held him tightly by the head, guiding his muzzle up and down over her swollen cunt.
The pink tongue felt too good, too shamelessly good to be real. Her clit burned from
the steady wet lapping friction. Her toes tingled strangely once more. Fanning her
fingers out along Hunker's neck the girl raised her legs from the carpet. Slowly, panting
harder than before, Trina inched her knees back until they were pressing against her
tits. Then she let them sag apart, making every slick sensitive hollow of her pussy
available to the hungry animal.
Hunker moved back, nuzzling and licking against her soaked cunt. The girl gasped and
babbled to him as he ate. She brought her feet together against the sides of his head,
caressing him with her toes.
I must be going crazy! Trina thought to herself as drool leaked from the corner of her
mouth. She was making it, actually making it with a dog! Of course, there was at least
one good part about it. She didn't have to worry about him blabbing his victory all
around the neighborhood. Billy probably would have told all his buddies, and within
the week her mother would have heard about it. Even if all the dogs in the
neighborhood knew she'd made it with Hunker, who cared?
The crazy thought made the girl laugh, her laughter quickly turning to a groan as
Hunker touched her sensitive clit again.
"Ummmoohhh!"
Trina moved her ass up and down, up and down, faster and faster until her body
glistened with sweat. She twisted from side to side so she could feel the dog's fangs
against her cuntlips. The girl didn't care about anything anymore. She could have died
doing this and she would have been happy.
The blonde teen worked her ass around in frantic circles, crying excitedly. Trina was
starting to sound like the husky. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed
her body. The animal's lapping seemed to be everywhere at the same time. The more
she moved, the more pleasure she brought to herself.
"No, oh God, no!" she screamed.
She was going to come. Trina could feel that
familiar rush of hot, tight feelings starting to pulse through her pussy. If only she could
have the sensation of being filled. That was the thing that had been missing all those
nights when she'd finger fucked herself, thinking about all those different guys. She
needed to feel cockmeat sawing in and out of her hole, stretching her cuntlips to
rubber-band thinness while her clit burned and tingled from their fucking stimulation.
Oh, if only she could have the nerve to ask Billy or some other guy to do this to her.
But there was her reputation, her mother to think of. At least Hunker wouldn't kiss and
tell!
"Good dog... good dog..." she said.
Her cunt muscles spasmed. She could feel the tiny muscles trying to clutch the dog's
black nose. Trina was teetering on the edge of climax. She kicked one leg out, fanning
her toes until they cramped.
"NOO!" she yelled.
Trina pitched on the floor, bucking her ass against the dog's jaws. The acute tickle
between her legs got the better of her. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him
harder against her while she scissored her legs tightly around his neck.
"Oh God, God!" she cried.
Trina tossed her head, feeling her hair whipping her face. Her thighs were filled with a
wild fire. She quivered, bouncing her ass up and down, afraid her wild movements
might knock the big dog off.
But he stayed, licking and growling, burying his maw in her cunt while screwing his
tongue down into her hole. Her creaming was deliciously, achingly slow. She jerked,
crying out, clawing at the dog and the carpet while she came and came and came.
When she opened her eyes again, the girl found herself sprawled naked on the hall
carpet, the husky having long since left. He was probably downstairs, chewing on that
damned bone of his. Well, in that case he was no different than most men her mother
had told her about. They'd take care of themselves, then leave you alone.
Trina sat up, rubbing her eyes, trying to clear her head. Had it all happened? The spit
still on her thighs told her it had. Oh, had she actually let the dog do something like
that to her? And how close had she been to letting him fuck her? God, Trina shivered,
not wanting even to think about that.
The teenager got up and ran to the bathroom, holding her stomach, feeling terror race
up and down her body and mind. What was she turning into? Locking the door
carefully behind her, she bent down and turned on the shower, stepping into the tub
and letting the strong, warm spray splash over her body. Twisting around again and
again in the stream Trina soaped down her body, wishing she could wash away the
shame, guilt and fear that were beginning to build up in her mind.
Meanwhile, Laura was finding herself in similar trouble. Of course, the search party
hadn't found her wrist watch, that article was lying on the counter at home. Mike knew
that... she was sure of it. But he played along, going on his hands and knees behind the
chairs, trying at times (she thought) to glance up at her pussy.
To compensate for not having found the watch, he offered to take her out for a drink
using his car.
"We'll be back in time, don't worry. Your daughter's a big girl," he said, smiling easily.
Laura had started to regret her actions. But she'd gone too far not to see this thing
through. Sitting on the far end of the front seat, she barely spoke to him, listening to
her beating heart. It had been so long since she'd been with a man like this. Her pussy
was moving, clenching up like a fist then relaxing, only to clench up and suck in raw
air again. Could he smell her? Laura could swear the car reeked with her hot cuntjuice.
But then again she was so self-conscious over the whole affair. It had started in a lie.
Oh, why hadn't she just come out with the truth?
"Here we are," Mike announced. The car stopped. Laura peered out the side window
and saw they were on a residential street, parked in front of a three-story apartment
building.
"Where's the bar?" Laura could hardly get the words out, her mouth was so dry.
"Too crowded and noisy. Thought we'd have a nightcap at my place," Mike said.
Laura had warned her daughter against such traps. It was the same one Jack had used
oh so long ago to nail her. Laura then had walked in, knowing full well what would
occur. And she wanted it as much now as then. "All right," Laura said. She amazed
herself at being so calm when she nearly pissed from excitement when he helped her
from the car. It was a large, luxury building, the kind young girls and bachelors enjoy
living in. Everything spoke of money and easy sex.
"Don't get a chance much to be home. Work's killing me," he said, guiding her up the
stairs to his second-floor pad.
"What do you do?" Laura asked as he fished the keys from his pocket and opened the
door.
"Oh, you might say I'm an editor of sorts," he said, closing the door behind him.
Laura heard the light click of the bolt slipping into place. She nearly jumped out of her
skin but somehow managed to sit down without saying anything. Mike moved easily
around the large one-bedroom apartment, talking about this and that, pouring two
drinks and handing one to Laura.
At first the conversation was vague – noncommittal comments about politics, morals.
Laura was getting high again on the few sips of liquor she had, feeling her ass settling
into the soft couch cushions.
"Of course, one of the big problems I think about violence is that people don't get laid
enough," Mike said, nonchalantly.
The comment made Laura sit bolt upright. That was about as subtle a comment as a
nuclear device. Her drink splashed, wetting down her dress.
"Ohhhh!" she cried.
"Here, I've got a rag," Mike said, smirking at her while walking to the kitchen. He
returned with a damp towel, bending down in front of the sofa and dabbing one end
against the wet spot on her dress.
Laura was trembling at his touch. He was so close! She could feel his breath against her
face. Her heart was beating like a triphammer while her face flushed beet red.
"Th... thank you," she stammered, hating herself for her awkwardness. She was
behaving shamefully, like some silly schoolgirl out on her first date. Well, in a way she
was. Since the split up with Jack, Laura hadn't really gone out with anyone.
"Don't mention it," he said, dropping the rag but still leaving his hands on her knees.
Laura didn't dare say a thing. She felt her brain whirling around. His touch seemed to
burn through her clothing! Oh, why was this happening to her? She should beg his
pardon, get up and leave.
But instead the woman sat there, her breathing becoming shallow and irregular as Mike
pushed up the hem of her dress. Up it inched, moving toward her waist until the tops
of her nylon stockings were visible.
"I don't... think..." Laura said.
She couldn't say a word! The air between them throbbed with sexual electricity while
his fingers played teasingly over her shivering thigh flesh. Gouts of pussy oil were
seeping from her cunt, wetting down the narrow band of nylon cutting between her
cuntlips. When she moved Laura could feel the soppy material slipping between her
cuntlips. It was a weird, sexy feeling that made her gasp again.
"You're hot for this, honey. Real hot," he whispered, flicking his tongue in her ear.
Laura let out a shivery groan, digging her fingernails into her knee while leaning back
into the plush sofa cushion. Her control was slipping away. How many times she'd
lectured her daughter on avoiding this sort of trap. It would only lead to more things
you couldn't avoid. But there she was, eyes wide open, as wide as the space between her
spread legs, going to let the unspeakable happen to her!
"No, it's not true. I'm a good woman," Laura said, breathing heavily.
He was kissing her neck, moving his fingers up and down the inner surfaces of her
thighs while flicking his tongue just below her lips. Laura groaned, tilting her head
back, parting her lips, feeling her throat become so tight, so dry. Oh, how she wanted
him to touch her... there, to slip his fingers into her cunt while touching her all over!
"You're a good woman, but you need a good man, as well," Mike said, taking her into
his arms and pulling her tight against his hard-muscled body.
Laura let out another groan and gave up. She threw away all those years of moral
training, wanting to be held by a real man.
"Come on. It's gonna be hard to walk, but I think I can make it," Mike said.
Laura caught glimpses of his apartment... a long hall, several bathrooms off to the right,
the master bedroom at the end. The wallpaper seemed terribly gaudy-red velvet or
something. And above the circular bed with a padded headboard was a mirror! She'd
heard about things like that and frowned on them. But now the thought of glancing up
and seeing his hairy, hard-muscled asscheeks squeezing down when he drove his prick
into her pussy excited her.
The shoes, stockings and dress came off. Then suddenly his mouth covered hers and
she tilted her face to make their lips squirm over one another. She felt his tongue
digging into her mouth. Yes, yes, she welcomed him like a long-lost friend. She
groaned, wallowing her naked shoulders against the coverlet while spreading her knees
apart.
He touched her ass, gently kneading each plump cheek. Even through the covering of
nylon it felt terribly good. She rocked her hips, feeling his dick gouge into the softness
of her belly. Laura felt herself floating on a cloud, the only thing suspending them
being a field of powerful sexual energy. Ohhh, how big and stiff that thing felt between
her hungry thighs! As much as she feared it, the woman wanted that cock, wanted it
slithering right up into her sucking hot cunt. "Ohhhhh yesssss!" she cried. Mike moved
one of his hands slowly around her hips, smoothing his fingers down her flat belly until
he could curl them under her nylon-covered cuntmound. She fanned out her toes as he
rubbed the soppy material up between her cuntlips. The woman bucked her hip back,
enabling him to rub her clit with the damp nylon.
"Christ, when's the last time you fucked a man?" Mike asked, pulling away and smiling
down at her. He was reaching over under the table, flipping a switch. Was it music.
Yes, or maybe perfume. It didn't matter. All the sights and sounds of the room blended
in a wild carousel of sex.
"Since... since my husband, years ago. I didn't think I had to... to do this to be happy,"
Laura said, keeping her eyes down. She was ashamed to admit her reasoning to this
man who obviously knew what he was about.
"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore," Mike said after a moment's
hesitation.
They started kissing again, his hipbones bumping hers. He was plowing his cockshaft
up and down against her belly. Somehow he'd managed to unzip his trousers and slide
them down his legs, kicking them to the floor. She could feel the brush of his balls
now, the different way the tip of his cock was shaped. She wanted to look at it, to touch
it.
Could she gather up the courage to ask? Her daughter certainly would in this situation.
Her daughter! Trina! No, she was her own woman. She wasn't going to worry about
Trina now. Laura mattered and that was all. And Mike, she knew, would make her feel
wonderful.


Chapter 4

Mike was kneeling in front of her, one leg moving back as he slid his jockey shorts over
his knees. Laura propped her head up, looking with sex-glazed eyes at the nine-inch
cock that came tumbling out, then stood like a barber pole from his groin. Oh, he was
much larger than Jack! She felt her pussy muscles quiver, then cramp as his balls
tightened in their sac.
"I... I, oh God, you're so... wonderful," Laura whispered as he settled back on top of
her.
She felt his hairy chest scrape deliciously over her tits, tickling her nipples while his
cock plowed up and down the narrow groove separating her torso from her legs. How
she wanted to touch that dick. While Mike was kissing her neck and fondling her tits
the woman slid one hand between their bodies. Laura moved her hand down lower,
lower until she touched the stiff curls near the base of his dick. Finally, "teeth clamped
together from the tension, the woman curled her fingers around his cock.
Mike let out a groan, his body trembling while his body jerked from side to side. Oh,
how hot that thing was between her trembling fingers! She loved the sensation of his
hot, hairy body against her arm and wrist. Then moving her fingers slightly up and
down, she started to jerk him off, loving the way the outer skin moved so easily over
the steely inner core.
"Baby, yeah, baby, touch it like that," Mike groaned.
Up toward the end of that prick Laura moved her fingers gently, loving the silky texture
of the meaty head. She pushed a fingernail lightly into his pisshole, thrilling when Mike
let out a grunt and squirmed his hips. Even in the half light peering down she could see
his cock was almost a bluish purple. Oh, how delicious it was going to be having
something that hard, that beautiful slicing into her body. It had been such a long, long
time. It would almost be like losing her virginity.
"Man, you're gonna freak me out if you keep doing that," Mike warned.
Laura slipped her fingers back until she could feel the loose-hanging balls. Her
breathing was becoming labored. She was doing what she didn't even do with Jack in
the privacy of their marriage bed. But now the woman didn't worry about hangups. All
she cared about was Mike and the incredible feeling of freedom he had given her.
"Ohhhh, you feel sooooooo good!" she said.
She wasn't thinking about what she was doing. Her hands seemed to know. Laura
fondled Mike's balls, feeling the shape of them through the thin skin. When she gently
squeezed them, rolling them against themselves, Mike's breath caught.
She almost laughed, rubbing a hand through the wiry hair of his crotch before
withdrawing her hand completely. The woman sensed that if she kept playing like that
he was going to shoot his wad all over her belly. No! That was something Jack used to
do then blame her for being a whore, too eager for sex. How she'd burn with shame in
bed afterward while he snored complacently next to her!
Mike was kissing her neck, her shoulders, her tits, pulling her down on the bed. Then
Mike opened his mouth and engulfed the right nipple, sucking hard, lashing his tongue
over the hard nub while biting gently into the surrounding sensitive flesh. Laura nearly
pissed from the shock of excitement that move caused. She arched her back, digging her
head into the crushed pillow while undulating her ass over the sheets. The bed shook
and groaned while Laura went crazy. The sucking, slurping sounds of Mike's mouth
over that big tit was sending chills through both of them.
He moved to the other tit, doing the same thing, making the woman shift her ass from
side to side.
"Ohhhhh, Mike..." she said.
His fingers clutched at the underside of her cunt-mound, divided the naked crack and
shoved deep. Laura sucked in a breath, digging her chin into Mike's shoulder. He was
pressing her down. He was so heavy, so deliciously heavy. He was sliding her panties
off, wanting to... fuck her. For an instant the woman felt fear. Then she nearly laughed
again. What on earth was there to be afraid of? Certainly she'd had her share of cock. It
had been so long she was nervous.
Sensing her initial reluctance to fuck right now, Mike smoothed his hands down the
sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped in, tracing the swell of her hips. His
cock had slipped lower to a position almost under her cunt. Laura had soaked her panty
crotch with hot juice. As Mike pumped his dick against the nylon-covered crack, she
could tell where the ridged crown of his cock was.
He was groaning, pushing the sheer material up between her cuntlips. The new
sensation was wildly good. Laura closed her eyes, sucked her bottom lip under her teeth
and rolled her ass to increase the friction of her soppy cuntlips against Mike's dick. She
was wetting him down. He was excited, as excited as she was, and that was driving her
higher up the sexual ladder.
"Oh God, God!" she cried.
He was purposely teasing her this way, leaving her panties on, playing with the nylon,
using the material as a stimulant. But now the time for playing was over. Laura was
getting desperate, wanting to take care of that aching itch before it drove her crazy.
Laura felt his strong hard fingers reaching inside her panties. She moved her ass up to
help him as he curled his fingers around the elastic waistband, and with one movement
he slipped her briefs off her hips. Laura felt her cunt being stripped. Chilly flashes of
sexual heat rushed through her body, especially when Mike moved his hands between
her legs and cupped her cuntmound.
"Good hot pussy, nice, tight hot pussy," he growled.
She could hear the slick clicking of his fingers working while more juice seeped from
her hole. Laura felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her
legs. She was being spread open, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, running
with the hot lava from her cuntmound, bursting with hot juice.
"Nice cunt. Christ, you're better 'n a lot of younger girls I've fucked," Mike
commented.
Laura wondered about that comment. Was it something a gentleman should tell her,
even while he was stripping her and playing with her cunt? Well, that, she supposed,
was his style. Maybe it was the new way of doing things. Laura didn't know. She'd been
out of the stream so long her daughter knew more about dating rituals than she did.
"Ummmoohhh..." Laura felt him rubbing her pussylips together.
It was wonderful. As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and heated she started kissing Mike
back passionately, driving her tongue between his lips while pulling him down harder
on top of her. Their tongues lashed across one another while spittle bubbled out of their
mouths and ran down their chins.
"Nice pussy," she heard the deep, masculine voice whisper in her ear. Chills ran up and
down her spine as he kept repeating that awful, wonderfully filthy word again and
again.
"Oh, fuck me," Laura said, biting her lip when she let out those words. Had she been
too forward? It was the first time she'd ever said something like that. Even with her
husband she had to wait for all the clues from him. He didn't like forward women.
"Yeah, that's gonna happen. But right now we're going to play a little," Mike said,
brushing away strands of black hair from his eyes and staring down at her with a wry
smile. "You're fuckin' hot. I couldn't pay some girls enough to go through what you're
doing."
"Wh... what do you mean?" Laura asked, noticing a slight change of attitude.
"Nothing. Nothing," he murmured, sliding down her body, kissing her belly gently
while smoothing his fingers over her crotch.
Once again a shadow of doubt flittered away while Mike resumed his sex play. Laura
moaned as if in pain, her head rolling from side to side while her fingers clutched at his
hair. His face was between her crotch now. She could feel his breath blowing through
the tight cunthair protecting her pussylips. He was going to... eat her out, she was sure
of it. He was actually going to put his mouth on her cunt. Several times Laura had
wanted Jack to do that. She'd wondered what it would feel like having a tongue playing
with her cunt. But again he seemed too puritan for that sort of thing. Puritan? The
thought made her laugh. After all, it was he who was having that torrid affair that
ended their marriage in divorce! "Nooooo!" she cried.
He was spreading her fleshy thighs apart, pushing out with both hands while blowing
softly into that hot crack. Laura flexed her ass muscles, tensing them, relaxing them,
tensing them again when she felt her pussylips stickily peel back and make room for
the big stud. She felt one leg drape over the side of the mattress, felt his lips brush
against her inner thighs, then slide up, up to the overheated pussy running with juice.
"GOD!" she screamed.
Her cry was like a gunshot. Mike pushed his tongue between the tight line into the
slippery tunnel of her cunt. He shoved up higher and higher until his nose was shoving
against her clit. His tongue scraped around the tight hot passage, sopping up her
flowing juices. Laura had never felt anything so beautiful as this before in her life. He
licked and licked, sucking so hard she thought he was going to pull her insides out. At
the same time, Mike was caressing her cuntlips with his thumbs, working that fleshy
meat teasingly while still sucking and tonguing.
Laura gasped, almost pulling snatches of his hair from his head. She moaned and
twisted under him, her shoulders pushing the pillow out from under her head. Brightly
colored lights popped in front of her eyes. Oh, how close she was to coming in his
mouth. It would be different, God only knows. But the woman wanted to reach orgasm
with a dick slicing into her hole. Yes, fucking. That's what she'd been depriving herself
of all these years, and that was what she was going to do now.
"I... I can't take it. Oh God, I can't..." she muttered.
Laura was sobbing, tears of joy streaking her flushed cheeks while her cunt spasmed.
She felt so alive, so free with that man's cock gouging against her thighs. He was back
on top of her, kissing her passionately on the neck while letting his dick teasingly press
against her bloated cuntlips.
Laura could feel that meaty dickhead pressing up against her, feeling as if it were about
to slice in, then pulling back. She was hunching up, curling her hands around his
shoulders and trying to tell him with her body movements that she needed a hard fuck
NOW!
Mike realized her need and moved his hips up, centering his cock over her cunt. Then
with a groan he dropped down, spearing her cunt with one stab. "Unnnnohhhh!" she
yelled. Laura felt as if someone had dumped hot oil into the center of her body. All
these years she'd been waiting for this moment. And oh, how good it was! Her cunt
muscles spasmed the moment his dick entered, clutching greedily at his prick. She
wormed up higher on the bed, her heels beating wildly against the mattress while she
raked her fingernails over his back. Laura felt dizzy, half crazy with what was taking
place. She wanted to say something, tell him how incredibly happy she was. But her
mouth was dry and her throat far too tight for speech. "Ohhhh, baby..." she said. His
teeth cut at her chin. Laura opened her mouth hungrily, wanting his kiss as badly as he
wanted to kiss her. She got her wish, sucking
ravenously at his tongue. Oh, how sluttish she was acting. But it was the only way she
could respond to his fucking. At times she felt so tender and soft and weak, purring like
a frightened little animal. At others she could have devoured him with her pulsing
sexuality.
"Yeah, yeah," Mike groaned. Laura was remembering how to move her body to excite a
man. When she arched her back and tilted her hips downward Mike's dick gouged
against her pussy walls, increasing the friction twofold. Mike grunted with pleasure,
sliding his fingers down her waist until they were cupped over her plump asscheeks.
She rolled her hips, squirming against those wonderful calloused hands. He held her
like that as he fucked hard and deep. He was all the way in her now, his balls bumping
against her cuntlips. Laura cried and bit at his lips, babbling something that made no
sense at all.
Laura tried to loop her legs over the back of Mike's. It felt snaky and nice, but she
couldn't move her body as much that way. And oh, how she enjoyed moving her body.
It was that sense of freedom again. It seemed best when she put her feet flat on the
coverlet, knees bent and wide apart while sifting her thighs from side to side. She could
wiggle and tilt her hips, bucking them up from the mattress that way. She bit her lips
and concentrated on controlling that group of spasming muscles around her cunt. She
felt them actually contracting, milking the rigid dick. Moving her ass back and forth,
feeling her muscles clamp down again, Laura looked up and watched Mike's face turn
ashen.
"Man, not too... uhhhhh... not too many women I know can do that," Mike said with a
good deal of effort.
"Really?"
It made Laura blush with pride. She worked her slim ass more frantically, pleased she
was something above the normal run-of-the-mill woman. She made her velvety cunt
muscles caress the rubbery skin of his prick, listening to his breath catch, watching his
face turn red and white alternately, feeling his body shiver with lust as she went crazy
under him.
"How do you do that, baby?" he asked.
"Rhhhhh!" Laura answered, snapping her head back as a particularly powerful spasm
shot through her hot little cunt.
"Christ, you're somethin' else, somethin' else," he whispered.
"Oh, I love it... God, how I love to... to fuck," Laura admitted.
The teasing friction was getting to Mike. He rubbed his chest against her huge tits and
started trenching out her hole deep again. She felt his hips grate against hers, felt the
hilt of his shaft tight against her flattened cuntlips. Laura was conscious of the hard
mattress under her, the heavy, thick-muscled man above. She felt crushed and helpless
in a deliciously strange way. She touched Mike's moving ass and felt his body tremble
again. He started moving a little different when she touched him, especially when she
drew her fingers over the hairy crack separating his asscheeks. He was so hard-muscled,
so eager in the way he was screwing her. Jack certainly was eager... and fast too. After
the first few months of their marriage Laura had barely enough time to realize what was
happening before he was off and asleep next to her.
"What's so great is that you're so fuckin' tight... don't see too much of that nowadays,"
Mike grunted.
Laura felt her insides being pulled along with his fat cock, felt the walls of her cunt
clasping and sucking in around the hollows behind his swollen cockhead. Then just
with his tip touching her outer cuntlips Mike pushed in again. They parted for his prick
and her insides swelled full again. When she finally felt his body press as hard as it
would go around her cuntmound Laura squirmed herself down even tighter. She
wanted to see how much she could take, wanted to find the end of her pussy. Strangely
enough, there was no sensation of being hurt or stretched. She held her breath and
thrashed around her ass.
"Unnohhhh!" Laura felt her clit burning with the tickling of his cockhairs raking over
it. She dug her heels into the mattress and shut her eyes while her plump ass quivered
with each fucking thrust.
"Oh, I can't take it... oh God, no, no, nooo!" she screamed.
"Easy, baby, easy, not yet," Mike said, pulling her over to one side of the bed. Why was
he doing this? They were in a fine position.
Then he started fucking her crazily again and all thoughts about the move disappeared.
This was the final stretch. She could tell from the way his body was fucking her that
Mike meant business now. She was all the way open, her legs stretched as far apart as
she could make them. Her cuntlips were peeled back while the big stud fucked the hell
out of her.
"Uhhhhh..." Laura was moaning like a bitch in heat.
She felt Mike's movements. His breathing was building in a way that was different from
before. She felt something taking over his body, a driving need to come. Thank God!
Now she was on the brink, ready to pitch over into the abyss of orgasm. Laura didn't
worry about restraining herself. Instinctively she knew when he shot she'd be in the
middle of her climactic throes.
"Damn, fuck!" he cried.
Laura couldn't stop him if she wanted. He was kissing her roughly, hurting her a little,
taking her like a helpless animal caught in a trap. Her cunt throbbed like a festering
wound. Juice squished out to sooth the friction of their rubbing flesh.
Laura shut her eyes tight and fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced on the
mattress, thrust hard against Mike's savage movements. Soon, soon she'd be cutting
loose, going crazy against his body.


Chapter 5

It was the brutal stabbing of his cock that made Laura tighten her cunt muscles. She felt
that powerful ring of her pussy cinch down around the base of Jack's prick just as his
movements had become the most violent.
"Aaaahhhh... baby, what the fuck are you doing?" he cried.
He squirmed helplessly on top of her. His face was red and tense as if he were having a
rod shoved up his asshole. With her muscles clamped so tightly she could feel the
steady pulsing of his dickhead as his body tried to shoot off his boiling load in his balls.
She was clamping off the tube that ran along the sensitive underside of his cock. She'd
strangled him right in the middle of his orgasm, prolonging it to a painful conclusion.
She knew now that she was different from most women. Jack hadn't realized what kind
of wife he had in the sack. Mike certainly knew what kind of woman she was. The
surprised expression on his sweaty face told her that.
Laura moved her ass wildly, still holding the throbbing dick with her cunt. It hurt in a
way to hold him like that for very long. But it had a strange effect on her. As much as
she enjoyed the feeling of being dominated, the woman loved the sensation of also
being in complete control. Yes, she was holding him, pinning him to her body as sure
as if she'd been a powerful wrestler and held down on the mat. But now she was
starting to come. Her hold to him slackened.
"Ohhhh!" Laura flailed the air with her feet, digging her nails into Mike's back.
"Ohhhh God, it's... it's... ohhh!"
Laura relaxed her pussy, feeling her cunt soften around Mike's cock again. He grunted,
lunging forward with a rapacity that frightened her. She hadn't realized that he could
stab her that deeply. The friction turned her body into a golden fireball of lust. She bit
his neck hard and rubbed her ravaged cunt against him in a final, gasping rut. They
rolled onto their sides and for a second Laura found herself on top. It was so weird.
She'd never been there before. But she took to it like a duck to water, humping her
body up and down, hanging desperately on to the man under her while more of his hot
jizz spattered into her convulsing pussy.
Laura felt far away, dreamy and felt she could fuck him forever and forever. She smelled
his sweat. It was wonderful, killingly wonderful. Her neck was raw from the rub of his
whiskers. But how could she care if he hadn't shaved. It was male, masculine, the sense
of being overpowered by the man! She ran her palms along his back to feel the dying
tremors of his climax. He shook wildly with her light touch.
Oh, how good it was to fuck! Now she knew what it was like to go to bed with a man.
Her husband had only given her a hint of what sex was like. Now she knew. Now it
would be wonderful for her. It wasn't dirty at all, not like she'd told her daughter. Oh,
God, it had to be the best thing in the world.
"Fuck..." Laura repeated the word over and over. It didn't have the same terrible effect
on her as before. No, it was natural, as natural as saying "but" or "the."
They lay entangled in one another's arms for several minutes after the last apocalyptic
spasms passed through her cunt. Laura felt the warm glow spreading over her body.
She could have lain there for days. But soon a sense of responsibility crept over her. She
was a mother with a daughter probably at home alone. No, as much as she could have
gone with another round with the big man, Laura wanted to go home. Reluctantly she
moved away, running her fingers through his long black hair and smiling tiredly as he
opened his eyes and stared at her.
"That was one hell of a fuck, madam," he said, winking at her.
Laura blushed. She hoped he'd remember her for more than her cunt.
"Hey, don't take it so hard," Mike said, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I'll bet
you're one hell of a lady too. I'd like to find out."
"Oh, would you?" Laura said.
She felt a rush of pride and emotion. How good it would be to have a man back in her
life. Until now she hadn't realized just how much she missed the sensation of maleness
around her. There was Trina, but she was sure she could handle her daughter.
"Yeah," he replied.
Mike pulled back, slipping his softened cock past her cuntlips. She was empty now. The
woman sat up, brushing her hair from her eyes and staring down at her smeared thighs.
"I'm a mess!" she exclaimed, glancing up and staring at herself in the overhead mirror.
What a shame! She'd been in such a state that she hadn't fully taken advantage of what
Mike's apartment had to offer. Well, maybe next time she'd look up and watch the
stud's body movements. It had to be mind-blowing!
Laura swallowed the last glimmer of excitement as Mike led her to the bathroom and
pushed her gently into the shower. They fondled one another, nearly getting off again
as the warm water washed their bodies. But Laura kept thinking of her daughter and
shoved Mike away. It was hard, especially when she felt that thick cock snaking up to
her cunt. Oh, how she could have had another round with that prick moving her sticky
cunt walls apart.
But there was Trina...
She toweled off and dressed quickly while Mike fished out a business card and wrote his
home number on it.
"I'd like to see you again, the sooner the better," he said, gathering the towel around his
waist and handing her the card.
"Editor-in-Chief," Laura read aloud, raising her eyebrows and smiling. "Sounds very
impressive."
Mike shrugged his shoulders, dropped the towel and went back to dressing.
"Just another job," he said.
"Dreadnought Classics? I don't think I've ever heard of them before. Are they English?"
Laura asked, putting the card down on her purse and starting to dress quickly.
"No, local. They're a... well, you might say a trade publication. I don't think someone
like you would be reading them," Mike said, laughing secretly as she slipped the bra
over her tits and hooked up.
"Oh? Well, I'm not completely stupid you know," she said, feeling a little wounded at
that act of chauvinism.
"Hey, I didn't mean anything," Mike said, sliding his jockeys over his cock and balls,
walking over to her and kissing her passionately. They fell back onto the bed, their
bodies writhing against one another.
"Just something that slipped out," he added.
"I'd better be going," Laura said again, glancing at the bed stand clock.
"Call," Mike said, pointing a finger at her and smiling, friendly.
All the way home Laura kept silent, drinking in the feeling of maleness surrounding
her. Mike talked about the center, about how many interesting people he'd been
introduced to there since he joined. Laura was thankful for the center if for no other
reason than for introducing her to this wonderful man. Yes, she could see him in her
future.
"This it?" Mike asked her.
Laura realized they were in front of her home.
The lights were still on in the living room. She wondered with a shock of worry if Trina
was at home.
"Yes, thank you," she said absently, opening the door and swinging her legs out before
Mike could come around to the other side.
"Hey, take it easy," he said, holding her firmly by the shoulders.
What would the neighbors say if they were peeking out at this moment? What would
the neighbors tell her daughter, if Trina weren't peeking out right now and watching
her mother with this stranger? Her feelings of sexual freedom evaporated under those
questions.
"I'll... I'll call you tomorrow... or the next day," Laura said over her shoulders as she
hurried up the path. The familiarity of home, of the neighborhood, brought the woman
back to her senses. Who was she fooling? Yes, the fucking that evening had been nice,
mind boggling. But it was over. It was a fluke. Her future was here... completely
uninteresting, alone, raising a daughter then fading into the woodwork something a
little better than an untried old maid.
She wiped away the tears, not turning around to wave good-bye as Mike's car roared
into action and squealed down the street.
"Oh, what have I done?" she said aloud, closing and locking the door behind her. Laura
closed her eyes and leaned heavily against the front wall, remembering how wonderful
Mike's dick felt as it pushed into her cunt. Had it really happened? Was it some fantasy
dream she'd had? No. Her pussy still throbbed. There was a phantom sensation of his
cock still reaming out her hole, of his prick stretching her pussy while his fingertips
pinched her nipples. Yes, it had happened. But it wouldn't occur again. She'd throw
that business card away. He'd never find her again. She'd tell Elaine not to speak to that
man... or if she did, tell him she'd gone away. "Oh!" Laura cried.
It was Hunker again, brushing up against her legs. Laura trembled, pushing the big dog
gently away. He had a strange look in his eyes, something that reminded her of Mike's
stare as he invited her into his apartment. That kind of look shouldn't be in the eyes of
a pet... certainly not one in this house!
She moved into the kitchen, noticing Trina's jacket. Sighing with relief, Laura flipped
off the lights, about to make it to the upstairs bedroom when she realized Hunker was
following her.
"No, get away," she said, kicking at the growling animal.
From the day she'd purchased that husky he'd been nothing but trouble. And now he
was pursuing her as if she were some kind of prey. Oh, how her pussy throbbed! Did
he know what was going on? And if he did, what on earth did he want with her? The
answers to those questions were too terrible for her to consider.
"Got to get away," she blurted, kicking at the husky once more and hurrying through
the darkened hall into the kitchen. She heard his toenails scratching over the tiled floor
as she unlocked the rear door and rushed into the backyard garden. Yes, the clean,
fresh night air would refresh her, would drive those wonderful thoughts from her mind.
No, she'd never see Mike again. How could she with a daughter sleeping overhead?
How could she possibly raise such a rebellious girl correctly when she was breaking all
the rules herself? Her cunt tightened. A gentle cool breeze rushed over her bare ass,
reminding her she'd slipped her panties off just before leaving. They were still so wet
from her juice that they clung uncomfortably to her thighs. They were stuffed in her
purse. Laura put her hands to her chest and laughed lightly. How her compact would
smell in the morning!
Suddenly a hot wash of a tongue drove between her asscheeks. Laura jerked so hard
from surprise she pitched forward. It was the dog, the animal touching her, touching
her like some lover!
"No!" she screamed.
Wheeling around to slap at the husky, Laura lost her balance, pitching onto the grass.
Hunker was on her in a flash, his strong legs bumping the insides of her thighs. The
woman almost screamed, checking herself at the last moment. She didn't want the
neighbors and her daughter getting up, wondering what on earth she was doing alone
in the garden with the animal at this time of night.
Laura crawfished backward, trying to get up. But Hunker nuzzled against her thighs.
His tongue quickly split her still swollen cunt. The woman gasped from the friction as
he dug deep enough to touch her clit.
"Oh, what's gotten into you?" Laura panted. She knew he'd been panting around her
lately, nosing up her skirts, even nosing around Trina. But this was beyond belief! He
was actually attacking her, sexually assaulting her! It was something straight out of a
science fiction movie. "Noooo..."Laura said. Of course lots of dogs nosed around. She
remembered as a little girl how some of her mother's pets licked her face, then moved
the tongue down a little farther. But it all seemed so innocent. There wasn't a shred of
innocence about this. The animal was eating her cunt. And what made it worse was
that with each second his mouth was bringing back the exciting heat she'd felt earlier.
He was making her pussy feel so hot, so wonderfully smooth. Oh, it was delicious, that
tongue slopping against her cuntlips. "No!"
Laura somehow pushed the husky back. She was on her hands and knees, crawling like
an animal, whimpering through her flared nostrils. Why hadn't she had the time to slip
her panties back on before coming out here to the garden?
But she didn't think of it then, and there was certainly no time now to do it. The
animal jumped, his forepaws striking her behind the knees. Laura felt his strong legs
brush against her back. In a second he was on top of her, mounting her, trying to... oh,
God, trying to fuck her! The woman felt something hot and slick and sharp gouging at
her pussy. The horror of what had nearly happened shot through her like lightning.
Laura scrambled weakly to her feet, fighting desperately to cut through the red sexual
fog that had settled over her brain.
Laura whimpered like a lost child, staggering through the dark garden toward the rear
exit. Her home loomed darkly behind her. She thought of nothing else but escape. She
had to get away from him, away from this crazed animal, or she'd be doing something
ungodly, something she'd never forgive herself for!
Laura stumbled against the back wooden fence, her fingers moving frantically up and
down searching for the hasp to the gate. If only she could get into the alley she'd be
safe.
But the animal was fast, right at her heels. He nipped at her. The bite wasn't really
hard. It was as if he were only trying to bring her down again.
The woman screamed, jamming her fingers in her mouth to keep from calling attention
to herself.
No, no matter what happened out here she couldn't risk having the neighbors or Trina
stumbling down the stairs and catching her in this condition with the dog. Laura could
picture the smirks, the wild embarrassment on Trina's part trying to explain away her
mother's situation.
Oh, he was such a big dog. Laura was frantic, feeling the panic rising in her like
mercury in a thermometer. She felt him licking her thighs, bumping his black nose
between her legs again. Laura pushed herself away from the fence, running unsteadily
back in the direction of her house. There was a tree looming ahead in the darkness. She
hooked her arms around the tough bark, scraping her feet against the big trunk. The
dog swarmed excitedly under her flailing legs. She tried twice to kick at him and
missed. His muzzle slipped up inside one of her thighs and went deep into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhnooo!" she cried. Laura heard him growling, felt him tossing his head in
triumph. How she hated the animal at that point! If she'd had a gun she would have
blown his damned head to pieces. "GOD!" she yelled.
She snapped her head back. The sudden penetration of her pussy brought a shivery
heat that spread over her flesh. Weakly Laura tried to climb higher. She slipped and fell
heavily to the ground.
The woman choked, trying to get air back into her lungs. The dog was making funny
noises as he spread her cuntlips open and started eating, lapping up the juices flowing
out of her hairy hole. It was so crazy, so damned crazy and yet so damned good! Why
was this happening? Laura had never had any proclivity toward having sex with an
animal. She never even thought of the idea. The concept of fucking men even
frightened her up to today. And now there she was, rolling around in the garden with a
big Alaskan husky between her thighs.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. Laura dared reach down and touch the dog's perky, furred
ears. His long muzzle and opened mouth brushed against her knuckles. The fury of his
sexual attack brought out another groan from her throat. She was finally getting her
breath back. But her back hurt where she'd fallen. And what was worse the woman felt
so weak. She couldn't fight off the big dog now even if she wanted to. "No...
Hunkeruhhhhhh!" Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. The dog didn't make a move
to suggest he might obey her. She closed her thighs finally, clamping his paws between
them. But Hunker growled and closed his jaws down on her flesh. She felt his fangs
going down deeper as he watched her reaction. Laura felt dizzy. She moved her feet
over the grass, letting out soft, low moans. He was actually forcing her to do what he
wanted. It was incredible! When the pain became too sharp, Laura finally gave in. Yes,
she was being raped... by a dog. And no matter what happened, there was no one she
could turn to for help.


Chapter 6

"God... he's crazy, help me," Laura muttered, shoving the husky's head from her.
But Hunker wasn't about to be put off now. He'd gone far too far to let Laura shove
him away. He let out a small yip and wiggled his nose excitedly into her snatch. The
cold, rough wetness of his snout excited her clit. The dog just couldn't know what that
little nub of flesh was. He just couldn't.
But for something that couldn't Hunker was certainly concentrating on it, moving his
tongue around that hard lump until Laura thought she was going to go out of her
mind.
The sloppy licking rape was so uncontrolled, so wild that the dog touched her there
often. His tongue drove around and around her clit. After a moment or two Laura lost
the desire to get away from the animal. She was lying on the cool damp grass, her arms
spread out as if she were getting ready for a crucifixion. Her legs were pushed apart,
spread like the wings of an eagle as Hunker rested on his flat belly and ate hungrily.
A sudden fear that her daughter might be peering through the bedroom window and
witnessing her mother's perversion shot through her. Then she laughed. So what? Oh
God, what kinds of thoughts were circling through her confused brain! Thoughts, half
dreams, silly ideas blew through her mind in confused tangles. Over it all, cutting
through her senses, was the hungry animal between her spit-slickened thighs. She
raised her knees a little, feeling almost like a dog herself. She couldn't talk any more.
The only thing Laura could do was moan, growl, make sounds like the big furry thing
between her legs.
"Yes, oh yessss."
The sounds of the dog's mouth stroking her hot cunt was enough to make her go wild.
Laura realized that she'd grabbed handfuls of grass and pulled them out of the lawn. A
ticklish sensation between her asscheeks told her she was moving her ass sensuously
back and forth.
"Why... oh, God, why is this happening to me?" she whispered, tears welling up in her
eyes.
Of course there was no answer. Laura didn't expect one, really. It was just something to
say, something to salve her conscience as the dog ate wildly.
Without any warning he started licking her belly, her tits, her armpits. Her dress had
fallen all the way up, exposing most of her body. She wanted to take it all off, to slip
her garment over her head and let the animal go wild over her twisting naked body.
Then thoughts of some modicum of modesty prevented her from doing it.
Oh, what made her stay on her back and let him do this? These and other similar
questions occasionally cut through her sexual thoughts, making her think twice about
letting the dog go any farther with her. At times she wondered why she couldn't just
jump up and escape. The house wasn't that far away. Rolling her head to one side,
Laura looked at the back door. She could still see the hall light gleaming through the
screens.
But she just couldn't. Things had gone too far. She lifted her fluttering lashes as the
animal lapped at her belly, leaving long silvery trails of spit on her hot flesh.
Laura moved her hips again, the grass tickling her asshole. She was responding quickly
to the animal, wanting him to do more... to fuck her?
No, no, that was going far, too far. This licking was more than enough. Laura realized
she'd have a hell of a lot to explain to herself in the morning with this! "Ohhhhh!"
He was lapping at her knees again, finally moving back to her hairy cunt. Laura found
herself pressing up to him, opening her legs until she felt the big muscles in her ass
cramp with the tension. She was giving him all of her pussy, every hidden hollow and
fold.
"Hurry, uhhhhoohhhh!" Laura could feel herself a second away from madness.
Unbelievably she was going to come. She felt her cunt muscles buckling, clenching at
the lapping tongue. Hunker seemed to know she was going to make it. He started
whining more frenziedly than before, moving his tongue around in circular movements
around her cunt as her pussy started to convulse. Wet, hot licking sounds filled the still
night air. Laura moved one hand up and somehow managed to clamp her mouth shut
as the first powerful spasm hit her pussy like a doubled fist.
When she came the dog's licking was too rough. The sharp edge of that wild joy cut
through her like a rusty saw. She spasmed, convulsed inwardly around her pussy and
rolled around in a fever of goodness. The dog couldn't be pushed away no matter how
hard she tried. He gouged and lapped, driving his hot nose into the woman's bucking
cunt. Laura moved like a snake across the lawn, bucking, thrashing, moaning through
her fingers. She cried and held onto his furry back with the other hand, knowing there
was no escape until she'd finally finished her climax.
"Ohhhh," Laura sighed, scratching the big dog hard. She dug her fingernails into his
thick coat. The animal was writhing his narrow ass, his paws set wide on the lawn as he
tried to keep her cuntlips open.
But Laura was in her own world. She bucked backward, rolled squirming on the grass
as her spasms tortured her with a pleasure too intense to stand. She didn't know what
the hot flecks striking her thighs were for a minute. Then she realized the dog was
rubbing the furry sheath of his cock against her calf. He was humping forward with
rapid, crazy movements. Each time he did the red knob sprayed dog cum all over her.
Laura gagged, holding her belly while staggering to her feet. Stringy lines of cum
burned up and down her body. She leaned against the tree, trying to find the strength
to make it back to the house. Hunker whined and tried to lick himself where his hot
jizz had shot out. He wheeled around in circles, bobbing his head up and down as
Laura staggered away from the tree toward the kitchen screen door.
"God in heaven," Laura whispered, pushing the door open and supporting herself by
leaning heavily against the counter. "What have I done, what have I done?" she
repeated over and over, hearing the dog wheezing outside. Reaching out, the woman
made sure the door was locked, then moved as if in a dream through the kitchen and
out into the lit hall. How different everything in the house looked now! The woman felt
as if she was a criminal! She'd violated a basic law of nature. She'd., let an animal touch
her, actually became highly aroused by a dog. And then he came all over her body,
shooting his jism up and down her legs and thighs.
Laura shivered, moving quickly to the stairs. She'd be in the shower for at least an hour
washing off the vile stuff. And if her daughter ever found out...! No, no one could ever
find out. She put her hands to her face.
Somehow she made it to the bathroom, walked in and shut the door behind her.
Skinning off her clothes, the woman turned on the shower and stepped in, feeling the
cool water pelt her smooth skin. He was just a horny dog. Wasn't that simple enough?
He was just a highly sexed dog who smelled her pussy. Somehow things became shortcircuited 
and she'd done things that were... unnatural. It wouldn't happen ever again!
But although she could excuse the animal for his hungry attack, it was a little harder to
excuse herself. Oh, she was so tired. She felt like she had to sleep, to rest up from the
tension and activities of the night. In the morning things would be different. They
always were when the daylight came.
Limping slightly from her fall from the tree, Laura made her way down the hall after
drying off, tying the cord to her robe tightly around her waist.
"My name is Laura," she repeated over and over, closing the door and falling onto the
bed. She moved her thighs sensuously over the hard mattress, grabbing handfuls of
sheet while thinking of Mike and his wonderful, hard body. No more, no more. She'd
never see him again. It was just too dangerous.
The woman kept thinking of him and rejecting him as slowly sleep came.
In the morning Trina came running into the kitchen, avoiding her mother's eyes when
Hunker glanced up from his dinner bowl and seemed to smile. Laura didn't really feel
like talking, but felt she had to say something to break the silence.
"Were you home early?" she said, stirring the pancake batter absently while studying
her daughter. She could tell when Trina was lying.
"Oh sure. Didn't want to have another fight over that again," Trina said sarcastically,
taking a gulp of her orange juice and glancing anxiously at the kitchen clock. Laura
stiffened. Just when she wanted to have a long, serious talk with her daughter she could
see the young girl was wanting to be off. Where on earth could she be going this time
of day? It was August. School was out. It was only nine-thirty. Did she have some
sexual encounter that... no, she had to get that out of her mind! How could she be
thinking things like that about Trina when she herself was guilty of the worst
transgression?
"Well, good. You'll find that what I've told you about... about getting home early pays
off in the end," she stammered, sliding the pancakes off onto Trina's plate.
The blonde teen shot her mother a glance, then quickly devoured the meal. Laura
didn't feel like eating. Staring at the animal some ten feet in front of her, she felt sick. If
Trina hadn't been there she would have kicked the husky out of the house and never let
him in. But he was her daughter's pet after all.
"I've got some tennis practice today," Trina said, thinking about Billy and wondering if
he was going to hang around the courts again. He always did, staring at her jiggling ass
as she moved around the net. She smiled, finishing off her milk and dashing off to the
living room to find her racket. The girl knew what he wanted. He'd shown her that last
night and she'd been foolish to throw it away. Well, Hunker wasn't going to get all her
favors from now on. If Billy wanted to fuck, well, maybe there was someplace they
could go. The thought of having a man's cock slipping between her cuntlips for the first
time made her tremble. Trina had a hard time holding her tennis racket and can of balls
as she made for the front door.
"Just a minute, Trina," Laura said in a commanding voice.
The teen groaned. She knew there was going to be a lecture of some sort. That tone of
voice always announced the coming dull scene. Why wouldn't her mother leave her
alone? All that trash about not putting out to boys was for her mother's generation.
"Mother, I'm going to be late and..." "Sit down," Laura said, holding a cup of coffee in
one hand as she stood in the living room doorway. Trina groaned and slumped into a
chair, brushing back several stray strands of blonde hair from her face and glaring up at
her mother.
Laura sighed, sucking in her lower lip and measuring her words carefully. The woman
wished she could talk more openly to her daughter. It seemed they were growing
further apart with each passing day. And of all the times for that sort of thing to
happen with the animal. Oh," how she wished she could erase all of last night!
"Trina... when you go out on a date... I mean, what do you do?"
"What do you mean?" the girl shot back, screwing up her eyes.
"I... I don't want to pry. I'm just concerned about you. You're a young lady... an
attractive young lady who gets plenty of attention from men. I..." Laura stopped.
Trina was frowning at her, moving her legs nervously on the carpet. "You want to know
if I've been to bed with a guy yet?"
Laura's face reddened. She swallowed hard, dropping her eyes. She hadn't expected
such a direct question from her daughter. She wanted to tell her daughter about so
many things... about the dangers of getting pregnant, about some men who might
prove sex fiends rather than pleasant bed partners. But with so much to say Laura froze.
"Well?" Trina looked bored. "No. You're old enough to... I mean..." She stopped again.
It was useless. There was a wall between them. She loved her daughter, but was afraid
of her too. Trina's self-righteous mood now was shutting her off. It was all so mixed up.
Hunker scratched suddenly on the kitchen door. Trina cringed while Laura stiffened.
"Well, nothing. Is something wrong?" Laura asked, noticing her daughter's suddenly
big, rounded eyes.
"No, nothing," Trina muttered. Laura let things go, moving to the door to let the
animal out. If he so much as touched her, so much as licked her hand she would send
for the Pound immediately and have him exterminated.
Sensing her anger, Hunker trotted by, not even glancing at her or Trina as he ran out
the door to the backyard and started playing with his shadow. Laura could have killed
him!
"I've got my tennis game," Trina said, getting up from the big chair and moving toward
the front door again.
"Maybe we could talk later," Laura said hopefully, praying there was still some channel
of communication between her and her daughter not cut off yet.
"Sure, later," Trina called over her shoulder, rushing out into the street and heading up
toward the tennis courts.
Laura sighed, wrapping her robe tightly around her body as she watched her daughter
disappear. She was giving up everything for what? For her daughter's insolence, her
quiet, strained obedience? It seemed futile. The woman shut her eyes and fought down
that rising pulsing ache between her shivering legs. No, no, she couldn't let that get the
better of her. The dog was around. Even Mike was within reach. She knew his card was
in her purse. All she had to do was pick up the phone and...
"No!" she said firmly, marching upstairs and dressing. There was gardening to do, then
shopping for dinner. Maybe she'd call up Elaine later and make a date for a movie.
Then tomorrow she'd go hunting for a job. All this idle time was making her think
about her body, about that empty cunt she knew could so easily be filled and satisfied
with a call.
But try as she might Laura couldn't keep her
mind on the plants. Kneeling in the backyard in the midday sun she thought of Mike,
even of Hunker as he dozed nearby under the tree Trina had clung to so desperately
only hours ago. She moved dirt around absently, destroying several small plants with
her carelessness. Behind her she could hear the animal's regular breathing. Should she?
Could she?
"Oh, no, no!" Laura said, dropping her face in her hands and kneeling there by the rose
bushes. What was she turning into? Crouching there behind the house she thought of
the dogs's snout, of the way his tongue ate its way into her pussy, burrowing inside as if
it were some tiny animal!
She snapped her knees together instinctively, thinking the dog had guessed what she
was dreaming of in broad daylight. Laura was surprised the heavens didn't open and
lightning bolts strike her dead. The silken halter seemed to cling to her tits, exciting her
nipples as she crouched there by the flower bed. She knew what she wanted, what she
had to have. Mike was out of the question. Somehow going to bed with a man was
worse to her confused mind than letting the dog have his way with her.
Somehow she got her courage back. Standing up the woman stared at the sleeping dog.
She knew in a second he'd smell her cunt. He'd pad around, sniff at her, and then...
"Oh God, I can't stop myself, I can't..." she said to herself.
Laura stood there in the sun, her broad-brimmed hat tumbling to the ground while she
closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into her naked thighs. Yes, her pussy was
burning as hotly as the August sun. Trina wouldn't be home for hours. She was alone,
able to do as she pleased. That thought alone made her heart skip a beat. Right now
there were no moral questions, no silent conversations with God or any other righteous
deity. All that was left was the hungry, pulsing throb of her warm cunt. She could
already feel the sensitive walls flooding with juice, fluttering with excitement. Clutching
one hand to her belly Laura brushed her hair back with the other, calling out the dog's
name softly. "Hunker?"
Almost immediately his eyelids raised and nostrils quivered. He looked up, his long
pink tongue rolling from his mouth. The animal could smell her, could see her want in
her eyes. The thought almost made Laura faint from excitement.
In an instant he was around her legs again, licking at the softness behind each knee.
"No, not here," she whispered, feeling giddy. Laura stumbled into the kitchen, feeling
the cooler air of the house against her face. She could smell herself, feel her juices
seeping from her cunt and wetting down her shorts. Oh, could she make it to her
bedroom?
As she climbed the stairs, the hot wet rubbing of her cuntlips against one another
nearly brought her to her knees. She struggled, grasping the handrail tightly and
hauling herself up to the bedroom. Hunker stopped at Trina's bedroom and poked his
nose in.
"Here, boy, here," Laura called out impatiently. Yes, she was throwing caution to the
winds, encouraging this animal to... oh, she couldn't think about it. That would only
make things worse. Right now she concentrated on that pulsing itch and that dog
behind her that would scratch it.


Chapter 7

"Here boy, here," Laura whispered hoarsely, stripping so quickly she tore her shorts
and halter. Her body was glistening with sweat. Her full tits swung back and forth as
she slipped off her sandals then threw back the coverlet and scrambled into bed.
The animal was hot behind her, his eyes glistening and vibrating with excitement. The
aroused woman laughed lustily, rubbing her fingers back and forth over the husky's
white coat, feeling his warm sides pressing against her thighs. Oh, how wonderful it
was to be free, free of those terrible inhibitions that had made her so frustrated before.
The bed squeaked and groaned under the double moving weight as woman and dog
scrambled for position.
Yes, she was a bitch. A real bitch in heat, and the woman no longer cared. Let them
talk about her in the streets. Half the women she knew probably would have given their
eye teeth to be in the position she was in now.
Slowly the dog started licking her side. Laura sucked in a deep breath, moving her
shaking fingers up and down her sensitive inner thighs. At times she slid her fingertips
over her wet hairy cunt, smoothing them over the slick membranes, then moving her
hand up to the animal's mouth. Hunker lapped at her fingers, growling happily, then
moving down to the source of the pungent smelling liquid.
Laura cooed out his name, pleased the smell and taste of her body was exciting to the
big animal. She felt excited to be greasing down the dog's snout with her own juices, to
excite him with her petting, her cries, her fingering.
"Good dog," she gasped. "Good Hunker."
Hunker! What an appropriate name. Her daughter had picked it out over her mother's
stern disapproval. There was something sexual, something dirty about that name. But
Trina would have her way as she always had in the past. Laura mentally pronounced
that name over and over again, closing her eyes, dipping her ass up and down for the
animal to lick.
Oh, how delicious it was feeling the husky's spit dribbling down her thighs, oozing into
her asscrack, finally dripping into her asshole. The dog was lurching forward, eating at
her pussy as if he hadn't seen anything like it for months. His nose moved up and
down through her slit, the pressure forcing her inner cuntlips apart. He was stretching
her cunt, making her feel as if a man had just started fucking her.
Laura's mind flashed to Mike. Yes, she thought of that big man writhing on top of her,
of his hairy legs pinning hers to the bed while his cock pile drove into her snatch. He'd
fucked her so hard he nearly hurt her. And now this animal was so gentle, so careful
about the way he touched her and when. The woman sighed again, closing her eyes and
wiggling her ass back and forth.
She moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders on the bed. She petted Hunker with both
feet while he lapped hungrily, wetting her cunt with his spit. Yes, it was animal spit,
doggie spit, Alaskan husky spit. Laura didn't care at this point what kind of spit. As she
wriggled over the mattress, scissoring her legs over the big dog's neck, the woman only
could think of that tongue and the wonderful relief it was bringing.
"Ohhhhhhhahhhh!" she moaned.
The husky growled, letting his fangs nip along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. The
feeling drove Laura insane with pleasure. It was that strange combination of pleasure
and pain, each one increasing the intensity of the other and combined producing a
feeling beyond description. Laura arched her back, her mouth becoming a tight scar
while her fingers dug hard into the dog's side. She was going out of her mind, not a
very far trip considering all the things happening to her in the past few hours.
"Huhhhhhrr! Huuhhghhhh!"
Laura humped her back, pressing her pussy mound up for him to eat. His fangs dug
along the sensitive flesh. Opening her eyes, the woman could swear his neck hairs
bristled with the wildness both of them felt. He tried again, tossing his head and
pinning his ears back. God, if she didn't know better Laura would have sworn he was
about to tear her to pieces.
"Damn... damn... damn!" she said. She clawed at Hunker's furry back, urging him on at
times, restraining him with some effort when the biting became too painful. Laura
didn't know exactly why but letting him almost hurt her was exciting. Flames of wild
sexuality licked along her inner thighs. She was getting up toward climax, feeling her
pussy tighten up like a big fist. "Uhhhh hurry, hurry..." she said.
Several times her breath caught. Her body was responding too quickly to the hurried,
sloppy friction against her cunt. Did he know he was bringing her off like this? Did he
realize she wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer?
Just at that point the phone rang. The jangling first nearly knocked Laura off the bed
with fear. Was it Trina? She nearly kicked the animal off the bed, feeling as if her
daughter were standing in the doorway right now, her eyes wide with the horror of
discovery.
Then Laura realized there was no way Trina could find out about her and the animal.
How silly. With trembling fingers she picked the receiver up off the cradle and held it
to her ear. Hunker backed down, still on the bed, his head on his forepaws while his
eyes studied her spit-slickened pussy.
"Hi. It's Mike. Got your number from your friend Elaine. She works part-time down
here at the center. I thought you might like to come over tonight. I've got some things
you might be interested in," he said, his voice dropping at the end.
Laura shivered, finding it impossible to speak at first. She glanced nervously at the
animal, wondering how she'd be able to hold a conversation while Hunker lapped.
"I... I don't know. I'm busy. There's my daughter Trina and..." Laura said.
The dog was moving up, his head down, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Come on, honey. I sure miss you. You know, we had one hell of a good time last
night." His voice sounded so low and sexy. Laura shivered, her mind flashing back to
that apartment, his body squirming over hers, those thick-muscled arms pinning her to
the bed while his cock slipped inch after thick inch into her pulsing cunt. How she'd
wanted it all inside her, wanting to feel Mike rolling down on top of her, squeezing her,
pushing her down. As Hunker started lapping at her pussy again Laura remembered
how his cockhead felt in her hot pussy. She remembered how that prick was grabbed by
her sensitive cunt muscles.
"I... please, I don't think we should see each other again, Mike," Laura said. She had
found the courage somehow to pronounce those words and immediately regretted them.
"Don't see where I did anything wrong," Mike said chuckling. "Still, I'd like you to
come over at least tonight. I promise I won't try anything." His voice was thick. Was he
playing with himself, rubbing his dick while talking to her? Oh, if he could only see
what was going on on her end of the line...
"Well, maybe... I don't know."
Laura hesitated. She flushed, trying to figure out if she was getting a dirty phone call or
not. Meanwhile, Hunker was forcing her thighs apart, pressing the sloppy folds of her
cunt back to give him room to lick at her dripping clit. Laura sucked a ragged breath
and collapsed backward onto the bed, her thighs spread helplessly for the dog. She
couldn't stop him. She was ashamed about what was happening-talking like this to
Mike while letting the big husky take care of her.
"I make a mean cup of coffee," Mike almost whispered.
Laura couldn't say no. She started thinking about the way he ate out her cunt, about
the way he caressed her firm body while drilling his cock into her hot, pulsing cunthole.
"All right. But just for coffee," Laura said, her fingers trembling as the dog gained
another inch. Her fingers were trembling. Any second and she'd be moaning into the
receiver. She had to hang up or she'd be giving away the scene. "See you around eight,"
Mike said. There was a click at the other end followed by buzzing. Laura sighed,
reached over and slipped the phone onto the cradle. The wet mess between her legs was
throbbing regularly now, keeping time to the beating of her heart. Laura lost what little
control she had now. Her cunt was feverish, swollen with growing excitement. The
woman cramped her leg muscles, hobbling her ass around in circles as the animal
brought her closer to the final rush of climax. Her fingers curled in the fur around his
neck. She held him hard against her dripping cunt. "Oh, ohhhhh God!"
Laura felt chilly hot flashes-tear through her cunt. She was coming, feeling that slow,
cramping sensation that immediately preceded climax. The world around her exploded,
breaking apart into millions of brightly colored pieces. The woman flailed the mattress
with her legs, jerking them against Hunker, then letting them fall apart. Her calves
cramped. She dug her heels frantically against the bed as another rush of climactic
sensations blew through her snatch. "CUMMMM!" she cried. Laura didn't care if the
neighbors heard her or s not. She was dimly aware of barking dogs, of a car or two
rushing down the street as the pull power of her spasms convulsed her body. Arching
her back she raised her ass from the bed again. The dog's jaws gaped open as he raked
his teeth along her cuntlips. He licked deep into her tight hole. Laura could feel his spit
drooling down into her snatch, then her thighs and ass.
She was sobbing and crying, her head rolling from side to side. It seemed Laura
couldn't get enough air to feed her dipping, writhing body. She was coming hard. And
each hot sting of lust made her whimper through her nose like some goddamned dog.
She whipped her slim hips back and forth against his dripping jaws. How she wanted
him to bite her again, to take her convulsing pussy in her mouth and shake it as if it
were some tiny trapped animal. Yes, she was a bitch, a bitch in heat, cringing, coming
under this big dog!
"Ohhhooooo!" Laura moaned.
She thought of Mike...not so much his face as his body and that wonderful, thick long
cock. It was so stiff, so hot that it made her come that much harder just picturing it.
Those frenzied, wild seizures were making her picture every lurid incident of that night
before, of how Mike fucked her until she nearly pissed from excitement. Vague images
of the big man were taking over her mind now. She could feel his hips, his rigid cock
pressing against her belly while the convulsive beat of joy blasted through her pussy.
Yes, she was going to see Mike and might even let him fuck her. She was sure that was
what was on his mind. "YESSSSSS!"
As the dog licked noisily away at her pussy the young woman thought of fucking and
sighed. The spasms were slowly dying away. Hunker again tried to mount her and once
more was pushed away. This time he didn't try to get off. Laura lay spread-eagled in
bed for quite a while, her breathing slowly returning to normal. The kinky sex she was
having with Hunker would have to stop sooner or later. As safe as it apparently was
Laura still felt somewhat guilty about going to bed with a dog. Her pride was stung. As
chancy as it was fucking a man, it was at least normal by society's standards. But there
was no way in hell she could justify her actions with Hunker to anyone.
She rolled over, curling up into a fetal position. Tears welled up in her eyes. This was
the one chance she had to have a decent relationship, something possibly better than
she had with her husband Jack. Was she going to throw it all away for a daughter who
didn't even care if she was alive or dead?
Laura curled her fingers into two tight fists, trying to fight off what shreds of morality
were left. Was love only for the young? Were people like her daughter the ones who
could go out and fool around with impunity while she stayed home worrying?
The woman drifted off to sleep, still undecided as to how this evening was going to turn
out.
Trina, meanwhile, had decided to quit her tennis game early. The afternoon was
turning hot and she decided to go home. Slinging her white sweater over her shoulders,
the young blonde teen swung the iron door of the courts shut and was starting down
the path toward the street when Billy came into view. She stopped, biting her lips,
wondering if she had the nerve to play him along as she'd fantasized. This time if she
started something, she knew Billy was going to finish, even if it meant raping her to do
it.
"Giving up early?" Billy asked.
He sauntered up to her, his hands jammed in his pockets. The sweat on his white
cotton T-shirt indicated he'd run to catch her even though he was acting awfully casual
right now.
"It's too hot," Trina said, wiping beads of sweat off her forehead. They were standing in
the shade of a large oak. Trina felt her heart pounding harder and faster as Billy swayed
back and forth, his eyes narrowing, his lips curling up into a broad smile.
"How about my place? You don't wanna go home right now, do you? My mom's not
home and it's air-conditioned. We can talk about next semester. How about it?"
The invitation was so blatant Trina almost laughed. But she thought of the dog,
thought of the conversation with her mother. Her mother, already so sure that she was
sleeping around town. Well, why shouldn't she give fucking a chance? Billy was
certainly willing. And a man was more preferable than some silly old dog. The thought
of that night with Hunker made her blush even now. "Something wrong?" Billy asked.
"No, come on, let's go," Trina said, picking up her racket and walking briskly next to
him.
Billy didn't say much, sneaking glances at the girl at times as they wound their way
through the wealthy neighborhood to Billy's house.
"You sure no one's at home?" Trina asked as they mounted the stairs of the portico and
entered the colonial-style home.
"Naw. My dad's in Chicago on some legal case while mom's shopping over in Bel-Aire.
Won't be home 'til after seven. I think she's turning into an alky the way she drinks
with all her friends," Billy said, his voice dropping a little.
Trina sympathized. She'd noticed the way her own mother had been putting away the
sauce lately. Things must be really getting to some of the parents lately.
"Just take it easy," Billy said, taking her racket and balls.
Trina was impressed. Her home was luxurious, but this was beyond that. Billy took her
around on a tour. She held her breath at each turn, surprised at the furnishings, the
rugs, the walls, the frescoes. Of course, the last room they found was his bedroom.
"Come on in," he said easily, walking up to the window and drawing the blinds.
Trina bit her tongue. A girl walking into a man's bedroom invited like this could only
mean one j thing. Maybe she was being too forward about the | whole thing. She stood
there in the doorway, listening to her heartbeat, afraid to move one foot. She ] held her
breath, hardly able to swallow while her heart felt so heavy pounding against her chest.
"Come on," he urged.
Why not? She liked Billy a lot, and she was oh so hot and curious. What was it about
fucking her mother hated so much and her girlfriends giggled about in the bathroom at
school? There were two different opinions she had to resolve.
"I don't think we'll have any problems about people coming home for a while." Billy's
voice changed. It was lower, masculine, self-assured as he moved around the trembling
young woman and shut the door. "Billy, I..." Tina started. Trina's voice froze. She stood
there stupidly like some statue, feeling awkward, embarrassed, ashamed. Maybe her
mother was right. Maybe she was no better than some shameless little tramp. She went
quickly to a chair and Sat with her hands folded in her lap. She didn't feel nearly so
confident, so seductive as she did earlier on the courts. Billy stood in front of her,
rocking cockily back and forth on his heels. Trina could have screamed.
"I don't wanna fool around this time, Trina. If you're not gonna go all the way then go
home. I want you too much to start up and then stop," Billy said, staring levelly at her.
"I... promise I won't ask you to stop," she said, her eyelashes fluttering. "Then come
on."
She felt his hand taking hers, pulling her up from the chair. Her heart seemed to have
stopped, then started again. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, feeling so silly
and stupid. Trina felt one hand circle her small neck, drawing her closer and closer. She
was shameless, as shameless as Hunker who had ravaged her the night before. But now
the young teenager didn't care.
"I didn't think you'd go this far... I really didn't think..." Billy murmured.
His words were cut off as he sealed his mouth to hers. Trina groaned happily, parting
her lips and letting his tongue slide in over hers. Oh, it would be so wonderful, this first
time of fucking. Something told the young woman her mother's version of sex was
going to be all wet!


Chapter 8

Trina groaned, circling her arms around his neck. He pulled her thighs tightly against
his body. The girl could feel the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his Levi's. Oh, she'd
felt it before, but now there was an urgency in her brain, something that made her want
to peel down those jeans and see that large, thick dick. He was so tall, so big, so
masterful! Billy was acting so many years older than he actually was. It excited the hell
out of the blonde teen. For once in her life Trina felt she was doing something on her
own that wasn't wrong.
"I... Oh God, I've never felt anything like this before... except in your car," Trina added,
lowering her eyes and blushing furiously.
"Good to hear it," Billy said, smirking, then leading her to his bed. He moved quickly,
reaching up and unbuckling the cotton halter covering her high-riding tits.
Trina gasped as she felt the damp material coming down.
"Beautiful," Billy sighed, reaching up and fondling those tear-shaped boobs.
The young girl let out a sharp gasp, feeling the room rock back and forth as he took
both nipples in his hands and started squeezing the nubs teasingly. A flash of sexual
heat exploded in the center of her pussy, making her knees weak and nearly sending
Trina down to the floor.
Reaching around, Billy hooked his thumbs and fingers around the waistband of her
tennis shorts, stretching the elastic and peeling down the shorts. Gingerly Billy peeled
her panties away from her soaked cuntlips, making her step out of the briefs, then
throwing them to one side.
She was totally naked, the first time she was this way in front of a man! It nearly took
her breath away. Oh, how wet her pussy was from the high state of arousal she was in.
Now all she wanted was for Billy to fuck her, to pop her cherry and drive his prick all
the way into her cunt.
Gently he moved her back, lowering her onto the bed. He stood there staring at her as
she sprawled out, rubbing the backs of her legs and thighs over the silky coverlet. It was
so strange being here in a different bedroom, feeling so uncovered, so valuable while a
man stood there rubbing his cock through his pants! More juice seeped from her
velvety cunt, wetting down the blonde pussyhair.
"Nice cunt, hot pussy," Billy whispered brokenly. His fingers moved over his bulging
crotch. The pants were so thin, so stretched Trina could almost see the sharp outline of
his cockhead as it throbbed against his fly.
Moving up to the bed, he bent over to place one finger gently against her outer
cuntlips. Trina shivered and closed her eyes, sucking air. She pulled her ass back, her
toes fanning out until they cramped.
"It's so nice and soft and hot," he said, lowering his head even more and kissing her
belly just below the navel. The young woman felt shocked and at the same time
incredibly excited.
"Oh, you feel so good," she whispered, moving her plump ass back and forth invitingly.
"You wanna fuck bad, don'tcha? You've wanted to fuck real bad for a long time, right?"
Billy said tauntingly.
"I..." Trina stopped, biting her lips. What did he want from her? Why was he saying
things like that? Did he get off listening to her talk dirty?
"Come on, say it. I just wanna hear you say it," he insisted.
"Yes, Billy, I've always wanted... wanted to... fuck you," she said, feeling relieved.
Maybe now he was satisfied with that and could get on with business.
"How do you want it?" he asked.
This was getting to be too much. She opened her eyes and wrinkled her forehead. He
saw he had gone far enough with the word game for the time being.
"I've wanted to fuck you since I've known you. Isn't that enough? God, I'm... so hot
and all you want to do is talk!" the girl wailed.
"Oh no," he said, slipping off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. "That's the last thing I
wanna do," Billy admitted. "You undress me now."
Trina sat up. The swell of his hot cock inside bulged out as she inched his trousers
down over his hips. Billy stepped out of his Levi's and waited for her to lower his
jockeys. The teenager hesitated, her fingers turning icy with excitement. She'd never
done anything like this before. And the swollen dick inside looked much bigger than
anything she'd thought possible. Could a man, especially one Billy's age, have
something that large? It looked like something that should belong to a horse!
"Take your time, Trina. I like it this way... nice and slow."
She could feel the heat of his groin against her wrist as she edged the elastic waistband
of his shorts over his hips. Black wiry cockhairs started peeking over the descending
briefs. She saw the veins pressing up against his darkly tanned flesh just around his
jutting hipbones. Moving her fingers around toward the back, Trina felt his firmmuscled 
asscheeks. The young man sucked in a breath, holding it as she lowered the
jockeys yet another inch.
"Ohhhh, God!" Trina whispered. Trina had jumped back a little when the huge cock
sprang from his shorts and bobbed up, nearly hitting her face. It was way bigger than
anything she'd ever heard about or seen in books. That head or tip or whatever it was
called was thicker than... than two inches it seemed! What kind of person was Billy to
have something that big dangling between his legs? Was his father like that? She'd
never be able to look at his parents again without wondering what kind of sex life they
had in the sack.
"Touch it," he whispered, closing his eyes and hunching forward.
Touch it? Trina was still studying it, noticing the dark reddish hue it had, a texture of
velvet so different from the veined shaft. And all around the thick base was a thick bush
of black wiry cockhairs, bristling, it seemed, with sexual excitement.
Billy smiled, opened his eyes and finished stripping. Was it seven inches? Bigger? And
the width! Could her virgin pussy take something like that without tearing? She'd
thought Billy was average. At least, he'd said nothing to lead her to think otherwise.
And in the car, well, who could tell from that? She'd been so nervous, terrified the
police or someone would come peering in and see them necking. All she knew was that
he'd been so hot and hard down there. Now she knew why. With all that dickmeat
coiled between his legs he was lucky he hadn't set fire to his pants!
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?" Billy asked, catching the girl by the
wrist and flinging her back onto his bed.
Trina had panicked, sliding off the bed. Billy was pushing her down, holding her
against the mattress while sliding down. His lips divided her pussy, slipping against her
clit. It was wild having a man's mouth against her snatch, his lips caressing her
fluttering cuntlips while his tongue moved so sensuously up and down her hair-fringed
crack.
"Ohhhh, Billy, you're driving me crazy when you do that," Trina said.
The bed groaned, dipped a bit, then straightened as Billy slid onto the mattress. He was
on top of her, stripped naked, holding her pinned to the bed. This was the moment
she'd been waiting for. Her chest was so tight and heavy while her throat constricted
and went dry. "Oh, ummmm!" Trina moaned.
Trina tensed her ass and thigh muscles, the tendons bulging against her thigh flesh as
Billy moved his tongue in and out, in and out of her tiny crack. How could he do it so
deep? She was being fucked with his tongue almost as if it were a cock. His fingers
moved up, pinching the softness of her thighs. He was forcing her apart wider for him.
Oh, how her pussy swelled wetly against his mouth. She had no control left of her
mind and body. Trina started to squirm against the glistening, hot mouth sucking at
her pussy.
"You move your ass real nice," he sighed.
Billy was kissing up her belly, moving his hps under her tits while fondling her nipples.
She could smell her pussy on his cheeks. The young girl felt so dizzy, faint and very
flushed.
"You're... oh, God, you're driving me nuts," the girl confessed.
"Yeah, go for it, honey, go for it Trina," Billy said.
Trina was pinned under the big stud, feeling so weak, so helpless and small. Something
very hot and stiff was pressing against her outer cuntlips, already forcing them back.
Her cuntlips flattened back and the slick, throbbing dickhead began skewering her
pussy. When Billy angled his ass up, the fat cock started brushing against the tingling
trigger of her clit. That was when the girl went crazy, twisting, torquing, bucking
against Billy as he held her down tightly by the shoulders.
"Lie still," he said through his clenched teeth. He pushed his knees against hers, rolling
her legs back until her knees pressed against her tits. Trina felt peeled open, completely
exposed to the big young man.
"I... can't. Oh, God, I'm so... oh, I can't help myself," she sobbed.
Billy brushed his fingers through her blonde hair, holding her face up and kissing it.
She felt happy, wild, free with him. Then suddenly fear flashed through her as she felt
him shove with his hips. The hard, hot cock was starting to hurt a little. He was going
against her cherry, about to pop that tight little membrane with one stab. Stories of how
that act was supposed to hurt flashed through her mind now. Trina slid both hands out
from her sides and pressed her palms against his chest.
"Don't... oh, don't, I can't take it," she whined.
"Gotta do it, baby. Shit, I didn't think you were really cherry. But I gotta do it. I'm not
gonna blow my load when I'm only half in you," Billy gasped, shaking his head
violently from side to side to knock off the sweat.
Trina felt Billy draw back slightly, feeling as if he were pulling her insides out with him.
He hesitated for a second, holding her tightly by the shoulders while telling her to relax
as best she could. Trina felt as if she were being prepared for major surgery. In a way
she was. This was going to be the end of innocence for the girl, the end of one style of
life and the beginning of another. "NOW!" Billy yelled.
Trina started to scream, that shout turning into a strangled cry of pain and humiliation.
She felt the hot rushing of his dick as it shoved into her cunt. There was incredible
pressure against her cherry, a flash of pain, then the indescribable sensation of
something tearing way down deep inside her. That was the worst sensation of all. The
girl wriggled desperately, her legs flailing the mattress while she beat helplessly at Billy's
chest. It was done. That she knew. But she hated him, hated him for doing it, hated
him for tearing away her cherry. Trina called him every name in the book, then felt her
strength quickly ebb.
"Yeah, all the way in now," Billy said, settling down comfortably on her body.
He sounded so smug, so damned self-assured Trina could have clawed the skin off his
back. But the feeling of a man's fat cock stretching her cunt to the tearing point was
delicious. It was jerking inside her, making all her nerve endings tingle.
Billy dragged his cock back a little, then shoved down again. Her cunt stretched even
wider, the ring of muscles going tight. A shot of pain made the young girl gasp.
"Ohhhh, it fits so tight. It feels weird, like you're gonna split me apart... uhhhhh..."
Trina said.
"Relax, baby, relax," Billy said.
Trina tried. She felt his dick slipping farther into her hole. Biting her lips, she moved
one hand between their grinding bellies, sliding it down lower, lower until she curled
her fingers around that sinking prick. It excited her to feel that hot, heavily veined flesh
moving past her fingers into her hole. It was so hot, so wet, so messy down there!
She was being filled, really filled with cock. Trina dared move her hips, changing
slightly the angle her cunt made with Billy's cock. He gasped, feeling her muscles
tighten around his dick.
"Jesus Christ!" Billy gasped, his lower jaw slackening as his body shook violently. He
pulled up, screwing his cock out of her clutching pussy.
Trina felt dizzy, gasping as his heavy balls swung against her asscheeks. She hadn't
believed anything that big would be inside her body! The girl started bucking and
jerking, clawing at Billy's back, then dropping her hands and tearing at the sheets.
Trina was spinning out of control.
"Baby, you're tight and hot and fine," Billy whispered, dropping his head and kissing
her hard on the mouth. Trina opened her mouth, fencing with her tongue while her
cunt muscles relaxed again, letting the young stud plow her pussy with his prick.
"Fuck me, fuck..." she said.
Trina especially liked it when his fingers strayed back to her asshole and played with
her pink fleshy asscheeks. It was so strange having fingers sliding between her
asscheeks, straying back like that. It was almost wicked. But the good far outweighed
the bad. Trina wriggled her ass back and forth excitedly, especially when Billy slid one
finger into her shitter up to the first joint.
"Unnnmmmghhohhh!" Trina cried, snapping her head back and screaming with wild
abandon. When he pushed a little more of his finger into her hole, Trina jerked her ass
back. No, she didn't particularly enjoy the thought of being fucked in the ass with
anything. It was just the teasing sensation of that calloused finger sliding into her hole
that excited her.
"Keep still, honey. Baby, you keep movin' that ass of yours like that and I'm gonna pop
right off," Billy warned.
"I couldn't keep still if you tied me up with barbed wire," Trina gasped.
"Jesus Christ!" he cried out again, his face twisting up as if he were in pain. Billy
stopped the fucking movements of his hips. He was breathing with a wheezing sound
while trying to control his cock. It was jerking around in her hole like a scrambling
little animal. The cum was boiling in his balls, packing down in the tube that ran the
length of his cockshaft. He wanted to fire off, to dump his load of spunk in her
convulsing hole. But no, he was going to wait, wait until Trina was going nuts under
him, screaming the walls down for his wad.
Billy stayed very still, his eyes closed tightly, his mouth set hard as if he were holding
back a volcano.
Trina watched with interest, feeling her own climax coming close. She didn't want him
to come yet, and yet she had to have that sensation of the jab of his cock. The heft of it
weighing against her insides was indescribable. She would have given up anything else
in the world to feel that as long as she could. Trina didn't care if she was becoming a
nympho. Her mother would certainly call her that if she discovered what was going on.
If this was becoming a nympho then she wanted it with all her heart! Fucking! That
was all that the world was about. Everything else was a sham, a lie!"
"Huhhhrrr! Hhuuuuhhhhrrrr!'' The girl wailed like a maniac. She was rolling her ass
around as if she were a boat in a storm-stricken harbor. "Easy, easy, ohhhhhh, fuck!"
Billy cried. He was going to come. Trina bounced her ass up and down on the bed,
making the springs squeak and groan as she swiveled her ass around and purposely
rubbed her clit up against Billy's throbbing dick. She could feel his prick trembling
inside her, feel that fat head moving around, stirring her insides around like a big
wooden spoon.
"Now, baby, work it on out... NOW!" Billy shouted.
Her hips danced wildly, banging against Billy's thighs. He was sucking at her tongue,
driving his into her mouth while spilling his jizz into her snatch. The two of them were
lost in the bright, explosive world of mutual orgasm. They rolled over onto their sides,
bucking, thrashing, bellies and arms flailing and rubbing while gouts of cum scalded
Trina's buckling cunt walls.
When it was finally over Trina rolled her head to one side, staring at the far wall. It was
a stupid question, one she was sure every woman asked at one point in her life or other.
But would Billy respect her now? Would he blab the fucking session they had all over
the neighborhood until her mother found out? God, what would happen then? Laura
would toss her put of the house for sure!
"You probably don't think much of me now..." Trina began.
"That's a bunch of crap. Hell, Trina, I won't be able to think of anything but you now.
I've wanted to do this for a long time," Billy said, grinning sheepishly at her.
"Yeah, I know," she said, giggling, flinging her arms around him and hugging the big
young stud tightly. Oh, she was so happy! There couldn't be a woman more happy than
she was right now. Billy nipped her chin with his teeth. "Tell you what. Let's go out for
something to eat. A burger or something. We'll talk about it all night if you want."
"Wow! All right," Trina said, feeling a fevered thrill ripple through her cunt. She hoped
they'd do
more than talk for the evening, Trina smiled,taking in lungfuls of air and looking
happily about the room. She felt so good about life.


Chapter 9

Laura looked through the photographs, her eyes widening with each new picture. They
were awful, terrible! How could Mike have done something like this to her? The black
and white glossies were perfect shots of the two of them fucking and sucking! That was
what he'd reached under the table for. Laura vaguely remembered several strange moves
the editor had made while they were rolling around in the sack. He was turning on the
camera, positioning her for the lens while fucking her.
"This... this is terrible!" Laura cried.
She threw down the pile, watching the photos scatter across the floor. She'd come to his
apartment expecting a pickup, trying to phrase several sentences together that would
tell him she'd love to but she had a daughter to worry about. It would be all so
dramatic, just like several of those soppy soap operas she'd seen on television.
Then Mike handed those pictures to her shortly after she'd downed the first drink.
What a shock. Laura sat on the big sofa, her fingers trembling while she rolled her eyes
up to the big man curiously. What did he want? Was he going to blackmail her?
Certainly he must have guessed she didn't have any money to speak of!
"I think they're pretty good myself. It's something I installed a few months ago. It goes
along with the mirrors and everything else around here," Mike said, grinning like a
schoolboy whose prank had just been discovered.
"What... what's everything else?" Laura asked nervously, her eyes widening even more
as she looked around the apartment.
"Oh, you'll find out in time," Mike said, bending down and gathering the scattered
photos together. He patted them neatly together, then slid them into a desk drawer.
"I... I think I'm going to be sick," Laura whispered, holding her stomach and closing
her eyes. Oh God, what was going to happen to her now? Was he going to force her to
commit all sorts of unnatural acts, threatening her with exposure if she refused? What
kind of trap had she stupidly fallen into?
"Hey, don't take it so hard. I'm not going to do anything with those shots. They're a
turn-on for me, especially considering what I do for a living," Mike said, slipping one
hand around her.
"What?"
"I told you I was an editor. I wasn't lying," he said, running his hands over her
shoulders. Laura started to relax a little but still was on guard. Considering what those
photos revealed, the woman wasn't going to let her defense down for one second.
"I... I don't understand," Laura said, wishing she could somehow slip out of the
apartment.
"I edit porno mags... you know, those books with girls doing... well, you know," Mike
said, grinning at her again.
Laura felt a flush of anger and stood up, knocking his arms away.
"And you're going to use those pictures of me and you... and... ohhhh!"
She was choking with rage. If there was something hard around she would have
stricken Mike with it. As it was the woman backed away from him, one hand behind
her searching for the doorknob.
"It's just that I get so used to seeing those damned posed models that I like to look at
the real thing once in a while. I'm not going to use them in the mags, I promise," Mike
said, stretching out and folding his arms over his waist. He wasn't upset at all. In fact
he was laughing at her, actually laughing at her indignation over those candid shots.
"And I'm supposed to laugh over the whole thing, right?" Laura spat out, her fingers
curling against her thighs.
"Well, I don't see why not? You're such a hot fuck I didn't think you'd be all bent out
of shape when you saw the pictures. Personally, I think they came out all right. A
buddy of mine designs 'em," Mike said, leaning back and signaling her with his hand to
come back to the couch.
Laura stood there for a second evaluating the situation. He hadn't threatened her with
those pictures, although that possibility seemed to hang in the air. She studied the big
man a little longer. He was powerful, mischievous, willing to experiment. It was
everything she wanted in a man. But could she trust him? More importantly, did she
really want to? Didn't she want to live on the brink of excitement, experiment with new
things even at the risk of public humiliation? It was a terrible thing to face, but one that
reared its head and had to be dealt with.
"Will you promise not to use those. I... I have a family to think about. I don't think I
could live if those pictures became public," Laura stammered, dropping her eyes in a
sign of defeat.
Mike knew the game she was playing and suppressed a chuckle. He stood up and
walked over to her, putting his arms around her waist and drawing her close. Laura
shivered, feeling her pussy walls buckle under her rising sexuality.
"Don't worry about it. Don't forget, I'm in those shots too. I don't like having my mug
printed in the papers," Mike said, brushing back several strands of hair from her face.
Laura didn't want to talk anymore. She thought about the situation she was in, alone
here with a porno magazine editor, almost being sexually blackmailed with those
photographs. She made short hunching movements against the big stud's groin, letting
her head fall back while he kissed her neck.
"You're hot, baby, real hot. You wanna experiment around?" Mike said, scooping her
up in his arms and heading for the bedroom.
"Yes, oh, yes, anything," she panted, clinging to his neck as they made their way down
the hall.
When they reached the bedroom Mike kicked the door shut, throwing her onto the bed
roughly. A change came over him, one that was terrifying to see. His face twitched
while he tore off his shirt. Laura dug her heels into the mattress and wormed up higher
on the bed, shrinking away from the big man as he approached. Her eyes instinctively
rolled up, wondering if he'd turned on the camera before coming here.
"Stupid bitch," he growled, raising one hand above his head.
"What?" Laura looked at him wide-eyed, not believing what was happening. He'd
changed completely, turning into some kind of monster. She wanted something
different, something exciting, not something appalling.
His big hand whooshed down close to her face, missing Laura only by an inch. She
yelped, jerking to one side, clawing at the coverlet as she tried to wriggle away from
him.
But Mike grabbed her hard by the wrist, nearly breaking her arm when he snapped her
back onto the bed and held her tightly pinned to the mattress. She struggled violently,
her hair whipping across her face while she beat her legs against the bed.
"Like somethin' different, eh? Somethin' that's gonna make your stupid little life
exciting, right? Something to think about in the bathtub while you're trying to get
another orgasm, right?"
The words stung her pride. Laura sobbed, trying to scratch his face, his wrists, anything
to get out of that madhouse. He was turning into a beast, into something that was
trying to hurt her! "NO!"
Somehow she'd managed to pull one hand free. With all her strength the woman
slapped Mike hard across the face, digging her nails into his cheeks and drawing blood.
He cried out, backing away for a second. It was just the time she needed to break free.
Rolling to the left, Laura scrambled to her feet and ran toward the door. She'd jump
through the window if she had to to get away from the maniac.
"Stupid bitch," he howled, catching her by the hair and dragging her back.
Laura's arms flew out to either side while her knees grew weak and buckled. She
screamed, her eyelids fluttering while she could swear half the hairs on her scalp were
being snatched. With a grunt the woman fell to the floor on her knees. Mike was on
top of her, the brightness of his eyes like those of a sewer rat. She trembled, terrified,
covering her thunderous tits with both hands. His lips pulled back across his teeth.
How different he was now!
"Beg for cock, baby, come on beg for it," he whispered, rubbing his crotch with one
hand. He was gathering the material of his trousers around his stiffening prick. Laura
remembered how it felt reaming its way down through her pussy. It was so good then.
But now she doubted whether she could become excited. He wanted to beat her, knock
her to the ground and do things to her.
"No, I won't... I won't..." Laura mumbled.
She flattened herself against the wall as Mike
raised his hand again. He was going to hit her. She winced, closing her eyes tightly
while whimpering like a frightened kitten. There was the whistling sound of his hand
cutting through the air, a shock and then the report of the slap echoing in the large
bedroom. Her quavering outcry was sharp and high-pitched.
The force of the blow sent Laura sprawling onto the rug, her legs spread out while her
arms covered her head protectively. She sobbed, the sting of his fingers from that open
handed slap burning her right cheek. He hadn't really hurt her. It was more show than
anything else. But she was terrified, frightened of what was to follow.
"Come on," Mike said.
He let her cry for a second. But the excitement was building in the room fast. He
unzipped his fly, then slid his trousers down to the floor. By this time Laura had turned
her head around, peering over her shoulders to see what was happening. The woman
saw that long thick cock bobbing up and down, nearly striking his navel while droplets
of cum oozed from his piss-slit. He was ready for fucking. But the woman once more
cringed away from him.
"No," she whimpered.
Laura sobbed, her back against the wall, her fists clenched and pressed against the floor.
The room swam dreamily in front of her. She was dizzy with fright and disgust. Why
had she come here? That question echoed in her confused brain again and again as
Mike held one hand out to her like a master to his pet.
He moved closer, his fat cock waving, striking his thighs. Laura couldn't help admiring
that flat belly, those firm thighs and legs. Even in her condition she was starting to feel
attracted to that monster.
"Going to play games? I'm the one who decides the rules on games," Mike snarled,
poising his right hand over her head again.
How strange. She could feel her tits swelling, the nipples taut, straining against her bra.
A spasm actually passed through her pussy, making her clit tingle with lust. Could it be
that something in this terrible scene, something in his manner was reaching some dark
corner of her mind? Laura squirmed uncomfortably on the carpet, waiting for the hand
to descend. At that time she realized her body was alive.
"NO!" she shouted again as his arm came down. But Mike purposely missed her face,
the hand merely brushing against her hair. "You're crazy," she muttered, moving down
the wall, her fingertips digging into the carpeting.
"Just like you. You dig this, love it baby, really love it," he murmured.
With that he picked her up from the floor, wheeling the screaming, struggling woman
around and throwing her back onto the bed. Before Laura
could scramble off he had her trapped, his naked legs pinning hers while his hands tore
at her dress. The sounds of ripping material paralyzed the woman with fear. He was
tearing her bodice open, ripping apart the cups of her bra, sliding the remnants of her
dress off her twisting body. "No, uhhhhh, noooo!" she yelled. Her tits sprang free,
jiggling while he shredded her panties with his bare hands. Instinctively the woman
covered her bare jugs with both hands in spite of the fact that Mike had done more
than seen them only hours before. He growled, knocking her hands aside. Bending his
head, he started sucking hard, digging at her wet pussy with one hand while his teeth
tore at her red tit tips.
Laura stiffened, her eyelids shut tightly. His unshaven cheeks and chin scraped her
sensitive skin. He sucked hard, almost causing her pain. But as her fear mounted, Laura
felt her cunt warm up, grow hot and runny, swell open with lust. His fingers were
working greedily over her puffing outer lips, milking the wet rubbery edges together
while the thumb constantly rubbed up against her clit. He knew what was happening to
her, knew she was growing excited by this caveman display. Her thighs flexed, her
asscheek muscles moving up, then falling back to the bed rhythmically. She pressed her
belly against his, wanting more friction, more tension in her cunt.
"Over, bitch," he growled, pulling away from
Laura and flipping her over like a pancake. He pushed her knees under her belly, forced
her to crouch down like a female bitch waiting to get fucked. Thoughts of Hunker
drifted through her mind. No, no, this wasn't going to be the same thing. He was going
to fuck her doggie style. He was...
"OHHHHHH!" She felt something cold and hard press against her right asscheek.
Jerking her head around she saw Mike was holding a knife-like letter opener. It was
shaped just like a dagger and looked just as sharp.
"You move and I'm gonna rip out your cunt," he said, wiggling the dagger for
emphasis.
"What... what are you going to do?" This was unbelievable, but no more so than the
other things that had just happened to her.
"Just do what I tell you to and you won't get hurt."
Laura shook with absolute terror. Mike was going crazy. Her excitement once again
turned to sheer fear as she turned around and started moving her hps in silent prayer.
She'd heard about cases of sexual mutilation, about girls who liked to experiment in
kinky sex and wound up in the headlines.
Laura held her head against the pillow, her fingers pushing into the soft material. Mike
licked his lips, staring at those rounded asscheeks shining in the dim bedroom light. He
was enjoying the living hell out of this. It wasn't too often he had a willing partner in
living out this fantasy of his. Laura, he knew, was growing hotter under this degrading
abuse no matter how much she protested against it.
The woman wanted to sink out of sight, to disappear from Mike. But when he told her
to raise her ass a little higher she brought her ass in the air. The wet, sticky line of her
pussycrack was totally exposed. Laura closed her eyes in fear as the tip of the letter
opener slid across one asscheek, then another. It followed a path from the outside curve
toward her waist, then moved back to her pussy. Laura opened her eyes, staring at the
wall, her face a mask of intense concentration. Her pussy sucked in air, opening in an
uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced along the outer line of her cuntlips. She bit her
lip, her eyelids fluttering as Mike drew the sharp tip over her slit. Laura trembled,
rocking her thighs from side to side. She wanted to throw off that dagger, wanted to
bring her ass back down away from the threatening instrument. But she was too
terrified to move, afraid the wrong motion would permanently injure her soft, pulsing
cunt. "Ohhh!" she cried.
A shocking chill froze the center of her cunt. Mike chuckled, pressing the flat of the
blade against the wet slit from her clit to the bottom junction of her pussylips. He
rocked it up and down, the razor edges of the letter opening nearly slitting her cuntlips.
"Don't... oh, don't do this," Laura whispered, her head shaking violently.
Mike ignored her, pressing the tip harder against her clit. She gasped, the pressure on
her clit making thrills of sexuality shoot through her. Laura arched her back like a cat
as Mike toyed with her clit.
"Yeah, always felt you were a slut. Even back there at the center I could see it in your
eyes. You wanted to get fucked, fucked hard and bad."
"Fucked, fucked..." Laura repeated the filthy word again and again. Her pulse raced,
finding a hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her threatened crotch. She fought
with herself futilely. Mike nearly pierced her clit folds, watching with interest as Laura
heated higher and higher under his manipulation.
The woman's cuntlips were hot. The constant rush of pussy oil across and into the tiny
cuts made by that letter opener was like salt rubbed into whip-stripes. Her head was
pounding while her heart beat wildly. Thoughts about what he might do with that knife
excited the confused woman more.
Mike dragged the tip of the opener back, watching Laura move her ass up, wiggling it
back and forth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit slackened. Then she felt the
instrument move around the rim of her cunt to her asshole. There was a powerful
spasm, making her pussy unclench, then snap shut again. Laura was shaming herself,
her body obviously hungry for that red-knobbed cock jerking around behind her. The
more he toyed with her, the more he threatened her, the more she wanted him to fuck
her.
The opener poked at her asshole. Laura gasped with shock. Mike was panting now,
jacking at his cock with his free hand. Oh, she hoped he wouldn't come like this,
leaving her high and dry while shooting his jizz all over her ass!


Chapter 10

"Stupid cunt. You're really diggin' this, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes," Laura panted, wiggling her ass back and forth. He was rubbing his dickhead
over her hot little cunt. Oh, it felt as if someone were burning gasoline all over her
pussy! Laura could feel the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her snatch. The
conical head of his prick slithered between her cuntlips. The woman moaned, bobbing
her ass up and down, angling it back, trying to tell him she was more than ready to
take on his long, hard cock.
"Huhhhhrrr!" she cried. The salty drop of cum on his dickhead made her clit burn as if
he'd dropped acid on her. The woman rolled her thighs forward, hunching her back.
With a groan from both of them Mike jerked forward, lodging his dickhead in her
cunthole.
"Ohhhh, yes, fuck me... fuck me... fuck meeee!" Laura screamed.
It felt as if his cock would tear her cunt to pieces. Laura gasped, staring at the blank
wall in front of her. She bore down to ease the entry. Her pussy walls were stuffed to
the hilt, filled much more than they'd ever been with Jack. Mike leaned forward,
putting his hands on the excited woman's hips.
"Ohhhhhh, yess!" Laura gasped again, tossing her head like a mare in rut. Her long
blonde hair whipped over her whitened knuckles as she tore at the sheets. She felt his
chest and belly warming her back while his hairy legs pressed against hers. His fingers
were digging into her tits and kneading them. Laura felt an aching heat explode in her
nipples, telegraphing even more excitement to her cunt.
Laura loved the man whose cock slid deeper into her cunt by the passing minute. The
dog-like position made her gasp with delight. Her pussy was chilled then heated by that
ramming dick. The tensions created in her chest by her pulling, swinging tits were
indescribable! Again and again the woman begged for more cockmeat. She wanted to be
filled, wanted to feel cum shooting into her pussy. Oh, to think she would have
condemned herself to a life without this kind of lustful excitement! It was enough to
make her cry out again.
"FUCK ME!" she yelled.
Laura hunched against him even harder. The entire length of his fat cock was in her
cunthole, stretching the buckling membranes excitingly. Laura ground her teeth
together, closing her eyes and sifting her hips back and forth while her elbows bent
more and more. She could feel her uneven breath against her hands as she started in a
counter fucking rhythm to increase the delicious friction. She felt the cockhead hammer
away at her pussy, feeling like a ramming pole. She swirled her ass around harder and
more frantically, whimpering with pleasure.
"No... noooo..."
The girl tried to stop the wild chain of sensations burning in her snatch. She tried
clenching her cunt muscles tight enough to stop Mike's driving fuck. She didn't want to
come yet. No, she had to wait, wait until he was ready to blow his load.
"Stop!" she sobbed.
"Too much for you, eh? You're gonna pop off right now, right?"
Laura was too ashamed to answer that question. She thought she could hold back. But
she was so excited! She could hardly catch her breath. The fierce heat burned like an
exploding star deep in her pussy. A whirling ball of sexual hunger made her gasp for
more while her desire for a long, hot fucking session told her she had to cool it. If Mike
kept pistoning his rod into her hole at the same rate, she'd climax in seconds! "Stop it!"
she cried.
But Mike was enjoying her battle and kept on with his hammerhead fucking. She raised
herself up with her arms a little higher, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing.
She had to feel that odd release now. Something inside her demanded that she achieve
climax. The pressure was too intense, too achey for her to hold back.
Mike's belly slapped loud against Laura's ass. She felt the wiry hairs of his pubic hair
against her asshole. Every scratchy curl seemed to find a responding nerve ending in
her ass to rub against. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and
shitter drove her crazy. Laura shoved back against the big man's pounding cock, her ass
weaving and swivelling and arching.
"Shit, yeah, move it on out. Come on, move that ass around, baby, move it!"
Mike was going wild, his eyes shut tight, his jaw slackened as he kept telling Laura
what a hot, fine fuck she was. She believed him. She could tell the way he was holding
her, the way he drove his dick into her pussy, the way he caressed her thighs, her
asshole, her tits, the whole way he fucked her, that he was telling her the truth.
His fingernails clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples now. Laura grunted and
sobbed with the pain. The combination of the stretching in her cunthole and the
gouging pain around her nipples made her mind go blank. All she wanted was to have
the feelings increase until the swelling, spinning knot of tension in her belly swept over
her.
Laura started swearing, drool oozing from the corners of her mouth. Her head rolled,
her fingers clawing at the sheets under her hands. The throbbing ache in her tits
became more intense as she forced her shoulders downward. The twisting, scratching
pain in her nipples was like the fire running through her nerves.
Laura thought of Jack and of Hunker in short, flashing images. She was crazed with"
lust at this point, incapable of thinking coherently. She tried to stop her hips from
grinding in that sensuous way, a way that made her clit throb harder. But it was
impossible. Her body had taken over. Try as she might, battling with her burning
juicing pussy, Laura had to give in finally. Only Mike could stop her from coming by
pulling his dick out and holding back. Oh, how that would drive her insane! Once Jack
had come too soon and pulled out, leaving her floating there high and dry. It took
nearly the entire night for her to come back down. If Mike did that now... It was too
horrible to think of!
"Shit... oh, yes, oh, God, fuck me like this. Oh, I can't take it. I swear Mike... I...
ohhhhrrrr... I'm gonna cum if... if you keep doing this."
Laura growled like a beast. It was a battle, a deadly struggle between warring factions
inside the thin woman. The pile driving thrusts of Mike's cock and the bucking,
arching counter-thrusts of Laura's body made the bed squeak and groan. The whirling
knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode. She hated that excitement, hated it with
a passion because it would mark the beginning of the end of this fucking session. "No,
no!" she cried.
Laura tried to hold off. The immense blast furnace of chilly heat in her pussy grew. She
heard the squishing of her juices between the heavy slaps of his belly on her ass.
"Don't... stop it, don't..." Laura mumbled.
With just a little more swivelling, just a little more clenching of her cunt, Laura knew
she could bring Mike off. Instinctively the woman could tell he was almost as ready as
she was. Should she do it? Should she make him fire off in her cunthole, filling her with
that delicious white-hot jizz? The thought made her brain spin even faster.
"Oh, ohhhh!" she yelled.
The tension in her pussy built until the tightness was too much to take. Laura gritted
her teeth, having no energy left for growling or swearing. All her being focused on her
cunt, her attention pinpointed on her throbbing clit.
Suddenly the hard-held lump in her belly slipped. It was now or never. She knew the
wild explosion was only minutes away. Laura growled, clawing the sheets, tearing them
now with her nails while pumping back and feeling her cunt drag back and forth with
Mike's prick. The blonde knew it was coming. She could almost feel the first spurt.
"FUCK BABY!" Billy yelled.
Laura felt his dick slow for an instant. The pounding beat of his cock thrusts slowed for
an instant. She heard him suck in a deep breath, feeling his body shiver. She got ready,
knowing this would be it. Mike's fingers dug harder into her soft flesh while he bent
forward, grunting something in one ear.
Then it happened! "NOW!" he shouted.
Laura felt him tense, giving his cock a furious, savage jab. His cockhead rushed into the
depths of her sucking, wet swampy pussy. She held on, waiting for the first tell-tale
jerk.
Then a lava-like blast of cum firehosed against her pussy walls. He was shooting,
dumping his load of spunk down her cunt. He held onto her tightly, hugging her body
hard against his while he bit the nape of her neck hard. She thought he was breaking
skin while he fired load after load of cum into her body.
Laura felt his jizz. She gasped, blowing out the breath she'd been holding, feeling her
cunt walls crashing in.
"Ohhh fuck!" she squawked.
The first massive jolt of her climax shattered the woman totally. Her asshole muscles
spasmed, making her pussy wring tighter at his cock. Her hips swivelled back and forth
uncontrollably. Laura heard herself screaming and moaning. Mike bit at her neck
harder while more blasts of cum burned into her cunt.
The terrifying impact of her climax ripped out from her cunt. Laura could feel it in her
nipples, her fingers, her knees. The flesh around her cunt and asshole was on fire. After
each shivering spasm of her cunt muscles, the ripples left a sensation of emptiness that
dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. Then another blast exploded and the
woman went wild again.
Laura sobbed and gasped, knowing the spurting cock would soon stop its firing of jizz.
Once more she'd be left alone. Would Mike be tired of her, wanting to split? No, she
couldn't think of it now. Now her pussy milked more and more jizz from the big man's
swinging balls.
When the final spasms died away in her pussy, Laura fell forward, hugging the crushed
pillow tightly while moving her ass slowly from side to side. Mike was on top of her,
kissing her on the cheeks, stroking the sides of her body.
"You... you want to see me again?" Laura said.
It was a daring thing to ask. But it was something she had to know. She tensed, waiting
for his answer.
"Are you kidding?" Mike asked, jerking up in surprise. He turned her face toward his
and smiled. "You think I'd give something up like you? Of course I wanna see you
again."
Laura smiled tentatively, feeling really wanted for the first time. There wasn't the
mixture of love and rejection she got from her daughter. No, someone wanted her just
for herself. And what an exciting someone!
"Sorry if I got a little carried away back there," Mike said, grinning down at her.
"Oh, I didn't mind... honest!" she babbled happily, flinging her arms around him after
rolling on her ass. She kissed him hard, sucking Mike's tongue deep into her mouth.
Laura cooed contentment. She didn't care what Trina might say. This was her life and
she was going to live it to the hilt. Yes, she'd care for her daughter still. But now there
was some attention going to be paid to herself.
"Good," Mike said, settling back down between her hipbones and moving his stiffening
cock back up to her pussy.


Chapter 11

"My mom's not home yet," Trina said, feeling a little lost and spacy as she stared at the
empty drive. The possibility that she might not really know her mother frightened her.
Something might be going on, something that was a totally new side to her mother
she'd never seen. Trina opened the door and slipped her legs out.
"Good. Maybe I can come in and..." Billy said.
Billy was around to the other side of the car in a flash, holding the door, grinning at
her while brushing away strands of hair from her face.
"I'd like to. Really I would. But wow, if my mother came in and found us... I'd be
locked up," Trina said, rubbing her fingers over his hps. "There'll be other times."
"Yeah, like maybe tomorrow?" he said, his eyes brightening at the prospect.
Trina chilled at the power she felt over this handsome young man. She should string
him along, make him go without her cunt for a few days. But she was as excited over
the prospect of fucking so early again as he.
"That'd be fun," she chirped, giving him a peck on the cheek then moving away
quickly. Trina knew her neighborhood all too well. If she were to stay out much longer
there'd be faces at the windows. There was enough dirty talk about her and her mother
floating around already, and none of it was founded. If they knew what really had gone
on... well, they'd really be shocked out of their panties.
"I'll pick you up around eight," Billy whispered loudly, slipping back into his car and
driving away.
Trina stood on the front porch, leaning against one of the posts and watching the red
tail lights disappear around the corner. Oh, it had been so good! Fucking was
wonderful, something that made her feel complete, whole. And Billy had been gentle,
knowing when to excite her, knowing when to back down. When she finally started
squealing and sobbing he went home with his cock building her clit up to a mindshattering 
climax. Oh, it nearly made her pass out!
Well, this was no time for her to be thinking about that. Her mother would probably be
home soon. Taking out her keys, Trina opened the door, hearing the usual patter of
toenails over the kitchen floor indicating Hunker was glad to see her.
"No, down, no," she said firmly, locking the front door behind her. Ever since that
night Trina hadn't been able to deal with the animal. She let her mother take over the
feeding and cleaning. There was something dirty, something degrading in what she'd
done. Trina had no idea what had come over her. But she was determined it wouldn't
happen again.
She brushed by the animal feeling her flesh crawl as Hunker brushed against her
ankles. He'd picked up her scent. Turning and glancing down at the big white Alaskan
husky, she knew he could smell her excited pussy. It had been all that fucking, all that
sucking, all that fooling around. Her cunt was till hot and moist. Yes, she would have
been able to go the night with Billy, having the young man fuck her until she couldn't
walk for a month.
Now the animal was picking up on her. His black nostrils quivered while his eyes
slitted and ears pinned back. It was disgusting to watch him!
"Awful dog! I'll have to get rid of you," she muttered, hoping he could understand her.
Brushing by him again, Trina threw her purse and sweater down onto the sofa and
started for the stairway. "Oh!" she yelped.
Hunker moved faster than she, blocking her way. Trina felt chills rush up and down
her skin. She crossed her arms, rubbing her skin with her fingers while backing down.
He was only a dog. Even though he was moving slowly toward her, his tail between his
legs while a steady growl came from his throat, he was still only a dog.
"Get back, Hunker. No, no more. You're not going to do that to me again!" she cried,
tears welling up in her eyes as she shook her head back and forth slowly. It was terrible!
She was cornered by her own pet!
"DOWN!" she screamed. But the dog moved past the end table, heading toward her.
Trina glanced at the chair where her purse and sweater were. She made a rushing
attempt to grab them and run from the house.
Hunker swirled around her legs, stopping just in front of the chair. Trina stumbled over
the stationary animal, pitching forward, hitting one side of her body against the chair
and tumbling with a grunt to the living room floor.
Trina lay there for several seconds, moaning, dazed, wondering if she'd really hurt
herself. There was a steady warm lapping around her ankles, then moving around to
her knees. It was Hunker!
"No, no, not again, not... again!" she moaned, reaching down and trying to shove the
dog's powerful head away.
But Hunker knew he had the upper hand right now. She was helpless, nothing around
her she could use as a weapon. His powerful forelegs were on her thighs, his head
dipped down, his long tongue hanging out, spit dripping down onto her tennis shorts.
And there was no denying something inside her responded to the big dog. Her cunt
muscles were spasming, contracting, making the flesh around her thighs tense and
quiver while Hunker growled down at her.
"No, don't... don't do this to me," she whispered, shutting her eyes and fighting down
the mixture of panic and excitement. Trina clawed at the thick piling, moving back
until she felt herself pinned in the corner. Unbelievably the young girl found herself
curling her fingers around the bottoms of her shorts, pulling them down, slipping them
past her knees. Staring up at the dog, Trina could swear he was laughing at her. He
knew, knew he'd win in spite of the mild fight she'd put up. He knew* her weakness
for sex. Sex with anyone, anything. Of course Trina couldn't know that the animal
knew it was a family weakness, not an individual one.
"Oh, what am I doing to myself?" the girl whispered to herself, kicking her shorts from
her ankles. Trina knew she should have gone another round with Billy. She was
burning up with passion. She knew that the reason was her new found desire to fuck,
fuck with Billy. She loved his muscles, his tanned skin. He was so good-looking and
sexy and masculine. It had seemed too good to be true. And all the time before she'd
been putting him off, trying to "save herself" for the right man. Billy was the right
man... for the time being. There was nothing wrong with fucking, just as long as both
people felt good about it. Of course, she'd have to be careful. If her mother found out,
she'd throw her out on the streets. "Nice dog..."
Trina clenched her teeth, thinking about Billy, about other men who might come into
her life soon. Gingerly she felt back along the thin fur of his belly until she found the
thick bulge of his cock sheath. The girl jerked her hand back. That was going a little
far. Thinking about Billy she was somehow confusing Hunker's dick for the young
man's.
But peeking down she could see that a tiny point of red was at the tip of the sheath.
She reached out and started massaging the husky. It was late, very late. If her mother
came home she'd hear the car pulling into the drive. And besides, she needed some
release badly... Very badly. Glancing up at the phone, she thought about calling Billy
and putting an end to this sick scene. But Hunker was so close, so convenient. And
there was something deliriously forbidden, evil about touching a dog like this,
something she'd never feel again about anything she did with Billy no matter how
weird!
"Good dog!" she cried.
Trina felt his cock slide out from his body. Trembling, biting her lower hp, she pulled at
the loose, hot skin in a way she thought would excite him. Hunker whined, lapping at
her wrist, then licking himself. She let go, wiping her hands on the rug and falling back
onto the carpeted floor again.
The dog got the message and was between her legs in a second. He nosed her thigh,
then dragged his hot sloppy tongue up along her throbbing cunt-mound. Trina
groaned, her body snaking up the hallway while her cuntlips peeled back. The girl was
already forgetting it was a dog licking her.
"Yess..." she moaned.
The girl pulled her cuntlips even farther apart with her fingers so the slick tongue could
touch every soppy inch of it. She'd excited the animal to the highest state. And yet,
though he was doing what she wanted, she felt something was missing. Fucking, a hard
cock ramming her, filling her pussy. But a dog? Could she go through with something
like that? Licking was one thing, but fucking?
Trina took the dog's head and pulled him against her. Her juicy cuntlips clicked around
his black nose. But now she found herself doing more than just opening her body to
the animal. She was plowing the slippery pussy folds apart, letting her nails cut the
tender softness. Fucking, fucking. The thought brought a whimpery gasp from her
throat. She wanted to be full... wanted his... dick!
Hunker was growling, gouging roughly around the edges of her cunt. His back humped
as his instincts started guiding him. Trina sucked in a little breath.
Suddenly the girl found herself on her knees, moving her ass around, encouraging him.
Oh, yes, to have something in her cunt would be wonderful, wild! Paws were scratching
at her asscheeks. There were more whimpering sounds and then the weight of the big
husky on her back. Claws scraped painfully along her sides and back. She had her spine
bowed down with her asscheeks thrust back. Fucking, fucking. Yes, she needed fucking.
Her chest was so tight, her mouth so dry! "Uhhhhhhh!" she groaned. A flash of
excitement shot through her as something very hot and pointed slithered into her cunt.
It was so swollen, so hot it nipped at the invading doggie cock. The bumps, all those
knobs stimulated her pussy like the bristles of a French tickler. Trina sobbed, tossing
her head around, clawing at the rug, trying to fight back the orgasm hanging over her
head like a sword. The red barb penetrated all the way. In seconds he was humping her
rapidly, all those knobs bumping and slipping against the slick grooved slides of her
clit.
It didn't take either of them long to come. Trina was first, her body shivering and
bucking as chilly flashes ignited her pussy into streams of burning naptha. Hunker was
next, whimpering, growling, hugging her upper chest tightly as he fired the steady
streams of doggie spunk into her sucking hole. The two of them crouched there for a
minute, dog mounting a young bitch, both of them growling and yelping like the
frenzied animals they were. The sound of a car pulling into the drive broke the reverie
for them both. Trina rushed out of the hall, stumbling up the stairs, coughing and
gasping for air as she held her juice-soaked tennis shorts in one hand. Just as she
reached the top and ran for the bedroom she heard her mother's keys click against the
lock.
Thank God! she gasped silently, closing her door and tossing the shorts onto her bed.
She had a private bathroom. It wouldn't take long to wash away the animal cum
staining her thighs.
I've done it again! And this time...
No, she wouldn't think about it. Trina just had to make sure this didn't become a
regular habit or she'd have to see a psychiatrist or something. Grabbing a towel the
young girl unsnapped her halter and pattered into the bathroom. She flipped on the
light and stared at her cum-slickened thighs.
"Oh, Hunker, you dirty dog," she said, not ignoring the weak smile crossing her hps.
"Hmmmmm," Laura said, locking the front door and seeing Hunker half curled by the
sofa licking his shrinking cock. Raising her eyebrows the woman wondered what on
earth had gone on here. The end table was ajar while Trina's purse was on the floor, the
contents scattered all over the hall. Had she been drinking, or worse? She'd have a talk
with her in the morning. Right now all she wanted to do was sit and think about what
had happened.
"Good dog," Laura said, sitting on the sofa, removing her shoes and rubbing her toes
over the dog's thick coat of fur. The hairs tickled the sensitive spots between her toes
and she smiled. Yes, Mike was wonderful. It could be the beginning of a wonderful
relationship... even a kinky one!
The sound of the shower by Trina's bedroom broke her thoughts for a moment. Of
course she'd have to be careful about her daughter. No use in upsetting Trina. But then
again it was worth the risk.
"Nice dog," Laura said, knowing she wouldn't have to rely on Hunker's tongue any
more. Well, he didn't seem all that interested in her anyway. That was good. Life was so
good! Yes, it would be a beginning for her.
"Ohhhh, how good, how good," she sighed, closing her eyes and hugging her body
tightly while Hunker eyed her mischievously, then he laid his head on his forepaws and
went to sleep.


THE END
