MOM'S NEW PET
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

"Damn! Damn!"
Janet ran her fingers through her long blonde hair in frustration, leaning heavily against
the sink counter and staring out the kitchen window. It was getting late. Long shadows
criss-crossed the broad backyard while a cool evening breeze rustled the leaves of
surrounding eucalyptus trees.
Her daughter Melanie wasn't home yet. She was late, something that had been
happening regularly during the last few months. It was a man. They were fucking
together. She closed her eyes and pictured her teenaged daughter stretched out on the
grass, her long legs high in the air and spread apart while some unknown man split her
hot little cunt in two with his prick.
"NO!"
That was a terrible image! Why in the name of God had she conjured up such a filthy
thing? Covering her face with both hands, the attractive blonde turned from the
window and moaned softly, rocking back and forth. She had to stop this, stop
imagining such awful things. Every time she looked at her daughter lately, however,
Janet couldn't help but wonder if the girl had been to bed with a man yet. And what
would she do if Melanie were to admit to something terrible like that? Would she throw
her out as she had threatened? Would she abandon her own flesh and blood the way
her mother had when she was seventeen and came home pregnant?
"Damn!"
The woman sighed, tilting her head back and swallowing hard as images of that terrible
night flashed through her mind – her mother standing there in the living room, face
whitened with outrage, mouth trembling while Janet told in halting words about her
condition. Of course after several days at the Y Janet heard from her mother.
She could come home with the "brat" Janet did, but never heard the end of it. She
could never see Brad again, that handsome football player who had a way with his cock.
How he made her beg for it against the small cot in the coach's room while her pussy
ran with hot fuck juice. He split her apart with his cock, making her itchy clit pop like
an over swollen balloon as juice ran down her asscrack and burned into her shitter.
She had paid dearly for those joys and was determined her illegitimate daughter
wouldn't pay the same price for her indiscretions. Men were to be avoided at all costs
until eighteen, and then examined closely for all motives. Never, could she brook the
idea of her daughter going to bed with a man until he'd slipped at least an engagement
ring on her finger. The consequences painted for her daughter for any break in the
rules were dark and dire. Melanie resented all the regulations, but seemed to accept
them... that is, until just recently.
Janet took a deep breath, feeling as if she needed a drink. Passing the phone in the hall,
the woman paused, wondering if she should call some of Melanie's close friends. No,
that would make her daughter angry. They had enough trouble already. She didn't want
to widen the gap between mother and daughter.
She stepped into the living room, stopping by the wet bar and reaching for the vodka
bottle. Thank God her mother was rich and had forgiven her before she died. That was
the one good thing her mother had done – left her enough money to raise her daughter
without worrying about where the next meal was coming from.
Janet leaned against the bar, tilting the glass up and swallowing some of the clear,
burning liquid. She paused for a moment, feeling her heart skip a beat as she saw
something move near the doorway. Studying the object more closely through the glass,
she realized with relief it was Shep, their pet German shepherd. Janet had purchased
him as a pup two years ago to protect the house and as a pet for her daughter. Of
course she wound up feeding him, cleaning him, and taking him to the vet while her
daughter contented herself with petting him once or twice a day, then skipping merrily
out to be with her friends. Shep, however, didn't seem to mind. He took what affection
he could get, jealously guarding the house from any would-be intruders. That was fine
with Janet, who finished her drink, then ran the rim of the cool glass over her lips,
smiling dreamily at the dog.
"Come here, Shep."
He was the only real friend she had. The woman had been nervous about befriending
anyone, afraid they would discover her secret about Janet. Everyone thought her
husband had been killed in Viet Nam, a lie her mother helped spread and something
even Melanie believed. Friendship might endanger that little lie and further alienate her
daughter from her. But there was the dog...
"Good dog, good Shep."
Still holding the empty glass Janet bent her knees and petted the panting animal behind
the ears. How good it was to feel that soft short fur tickling the flesh just under her
nails! Janet hunched up her shoulders, feeling her flesh crawl and pucker up with
goosepimples. Oh, her cunt was so hot, so itchy! Wasn't this dangerous? Wasn't she
doing something terribly wrong, something far more perverted than what her daughter
probably wanted to do with men?
She backed away, rubbing her fingers against her dress, and turned to pour another
drink. Janet was confused – her forehead wrinkled. Why were her shoulders shaking
so? Why were her fingers like ice? The dog was whining, rubbing his warm, furry body
against her right leg. It was as if someone had touched her with a burning iron. Janet
sighed, moving her foot away as her fingers closed tightly around the neck of the vodka
bottle.
"Why am I acting like this?" she wondered out loud, watching the liquor trickle over
the ice cubes.
The answer was obvious. All these years Janet had been without men, had never even
thought that, much about men. All her dreams were about Brad – nice, erotic ones that
eventually turned into nightmares about mobs chasing her out of town. No, she didn't
want to bring the same kind of horror onto her daughter. If she were to slip just once,
just once let a man take her to bed, God only knows where it would stop. There would
be no fucking, no more men in her life.
But now as she stood shakily in the large empty living room listening to the pounding
of her heart, Janet realized just how empty and barren her life had been. And for what?
To raise a daughter who resented her and who would probably be doing her "own
thing" in spite of all those years of sacrifice? The possibility of that happening was
leveling.
Janet took another drink, enjoying the soothing, burning sensation of the vodka.
"STOP IT!"
The darned animal was getting too friendly. He was licking her ankles now, sending
thrills of joy rushing up her leg to her cunt. What on earth was going on with her? She
had never felt this way! Janet held onto the bar counter, her mouth open and gulping in
air while her knees shook, actually shook with... with what? No, sexual excitement
couldn't be the answer. She couldn't be turned on by that animal! That was something
that just happened below the American-Mexican border – something that occurred in
filthy locker room jokes.
Did she need another drink? No. Janet could feel her senses rapidly leaving her as the
vodka started having its dizzying effect. The woman closed her eyes as the tickling,
burning itch grew worse and worse! How could this be happening to her? It was too
grotesque to even consider. She had to get away – away from the bar, away from this
animal.
But when she moved away Janet was terribly aware of how hot and moist her pussy
was. She giggled, shaking her head back and forth, holding the sides of her burning
face with both hands.
"How can this... oh God, I can't stand it!" she cried, closing her eyes and feeling more
hot juice seeping from her hole, wetting the nylon crotch panel of her short pink
panties. It was a maddeningly ticklish sensation – the feel of something very wet oozing
through the frazzled hairs of her cunt-thicket. When she moved her hips, the smooth
surfaces of her cunt rubbed together, forcing more fuck oil to seep out. When Shep
swirled around her legs, tilting his head up and staring curiously at his mistress, Janet
felt a flash of anger. It was this dog, this damned animal making her feel like a pervert.
"Outside," she managed to whisper, shakily making her way to the doorway.
Janet clung to the molding, resting her forehead against the wood while digging her
nails into the soft adobe finish of the walls. Shep was still by the bar, his handsome
head tilted to one side, his long dark-red tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth
while his gray fur bristled with excitement. With excitement? How could she possibly
know what was on the dog's mind? Wasn't she projecting her own perverted lust into
the animal? Could she possibly be wanting him to... touch her, to lick her with that
long wet tongue?
Just the thought of it made her moan. Never before had she considered the dog in the
light she saw him in now. It was terrifying. Finding some strength somewhere, she
started upstairs slowly. One time she had to pause and close her eyes, holding onto the
handrail tightly. The friction of her cuntlips over her swollen clit as she climbed the
stairs had become terrible. It was shocking, surprising – something Janet didn't know
how to deal with. She even felt shamefully close to an orgasm. From the far end of the
downstairs hall she could hear Shep padding toward her.
Janet cringed. Now she felt something in the animal, something primal she hadn't
noticed before until just a few minutes ago. Had he been waiting until she was weak,
until her defenses were down to... to do what? Janet shook her head, trying to bring
some sense to her whirling mind. What on earth could she be thinking of? The woman
resumed her climb upstairs to her bedroom, collecting herself as best she could when
she reached the top of the landing.
"Down. Get down!"
Shep had quickly followed her up the stairs. He swarmed around her legs again. She
felt his damp cold nose on her left calf, then again halfway up her thigh. It was
degrading! Janet slapped downward.
"Bad dog, bad Shep," she said in a small, shaking voice.
Why did it sound so unconvincing? The animal surely could tell something was wrong.
He was making growling noises in his throat. He nosed between her legs again just as
she reached her bedroom door. Janet's fingers locked around the brass knob, shaking
violently as his nose slid between her thighs and bumped the underside of her cunt
mound. Now she knew what he was after, what he wanted. The knowledge nearly made
her faint.
"No, NO!"
Janet was panicked. She couldn't seem to open her door. It was as if she were in a
dream. Everything she wanted to do to get away seemed blocked by some invisible
force. She tried kicking at him. But the German shepherd was fast, ducking behind her,
then moving around. Janet felt his hot breath on her sensitive inner thighs. It was
something she hadn't felt since Brad had fucked her regularly years ago. It made her
strangely giddy and weak. What was it that made him touch her like that? Could it be
because she was sexually excited? Yes, that had to be it. A dog could tell when another
dog was hot to fuck. Surely he could tell when a woman was... oh, God – she was
thinking of herself as a bitch!
"Shep... get BACK!"
The hallway swirled around her as she turned from the stuck door and stumbled down
the wall, bumping into a corner. Panic rose like bile in her throat. The German
shepherd was close behind. He was licking her now, licking the soft flesh behind each
knee, wetting her with that wonderful hot tongue. Oh God, it felt so good to have a
touch that dangerously close to her cunt! Nothing – no one had touched her like that
in so long. It almost made Janet cry with relief.
"Shep... ohhhhh!"
There was a swelling ball of heat in her belly. She gasped, feeling the silken material of
her panties soaking through with her juices. He was butting her thighs apart now,
boldly sticking his head between her legs. She felt the fur of his head and neck tickling
her flesh. He tilted his head up, licking her wet crotch panel now. It was horrible! Janet
could feel the roughness of his tongue through the wet nylon and loved it. Her fingers
scratched white paint from the walls. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent
cuntjuice she knew the animal could sniff as well. The dog liked it. He was after that,
after that and what was making the juice as well. He was a lusting, primitive animal
after her pussy. She couldn't help hating him for that hating herself for giving in to that
wild beast!
"Have to get away... escape," she breathed through her mouth.
The woman pushed away from the wall, stretching both arms out for the handrail of
the stairs. The living room! There she'd be safe, away from the animal. If need be she
could throw the liquor bottles at him, run through the front door out into the street
and fresh air. Surely he wouldn't dare follow her outside.
But Shep was clever, prancing around and bracing his forepaws widely apart on the
carpeting and blocking her escape. Janet's eyes rounded as she stopped dead in her
tracks. One hand went up to her throat as she backed away, terror gripping her heart
like an icy fist. He was going to attack her no matter what she did. Her shoulders
bumped the wall behind her again. Trapped! Trapped like a helpless small animal. Janet
heard herself whimpering, felt hot tears welling up in her eyes. How could she have let
things go so far? Only seconds earlier her life was ordered and relatively normal. Now it
was something straight out of a horror film.
"Oh no, oh God, noooo!"
The dog was licking her fingers. His tongue was lapping noisily at her crotch while she
tried to keep her knees straight, her legs stiff. She couldn't wind up on the rug. Lord
only knows what he would do to her if she were prone!
Shep had moved quickly once more, slipping between her legs. She gasped from the
unbelievable tickle. Shoving her hands down, the woman raised her dress slightly,
covering her crotch protectively with her fingers. Shep licked everywhere, touching her
wrists and palms with his hot, sloppy tongue. Janet shivered, feeling some of her
defenses wither.
"I have to get away," she said again, squaring her shoulders.
Raising one hand the woman slapped weakly down at the animal. Shep barked, ducked,
then went right back to her panties. The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as it
curled around the stretched legband of her panties and actually touched her cuntlips
brought the woman to her knees. Shep backed away, staring hotly at Janet as she closed
her eyes while wrapping both arms around her waist and rocking slowly back and forth.
No, no – she had to fight him – had to fight her own body! She couldn't let something
this terrible – this sick – go any further. As it was, she wouldn't be able to look at
herself in the mirror for some time. If it went any further...!
"NO!"
One wet lick rubbed over her clit. The woman bit down on her lower lip. Could she
taste blood? Good. She had to punish herself for this, punish herself for feeling this
good with a beast! Even the loosest slut in Hollywood wouldn't have done something
like this without a good deal of pay.
This was too good, too exciting. She pushed herself forward, staggering awkwardly
toward the stairwell. He couldn't do this kind of thing on the stairs. Her fingers
slipping along the polished oak rail, Janet made her way with difficulty down the stairs.
Again she felt his body bump her legs, felt the brush of his nose against her ankles. But
as she'd guessed Shep couldn't get the leverage necessary to find and lap her pussy.
"Get away, you filthy animal!" she muttered, reaching the bottom.
Janet made her way across the huge front room, still feeling pursued by this wolf-like
creature. Staring at him from behind the bar the woman saw him as a wolf – that dark
gray fur, the pointed nose, the slanted eyes, the trimmed ears pinned back, that lean
trim body shaking with lust. She shuddered to think of what could still happen if she
didn't get the situation in hand quickly. The door was some twenty feet away. Now
Janet realized that was the only way she could escape Shep. If she stayed in the house
now he would attack her. And God only knows she'd let him!
"NO!"
When he started for her again the woman gripped the half-empty vodka bottle and
flung it across the living room. It crashed and shattered into a million pieces near the
animal. Shep spooked, yelping as he jumped to one side and stared wonderingly at the
glittering broken pieces of the bottle.
Janet sighed with relief, quickly coming around the corner of the bar and bolting for
the door. She was so close. But once more Shep anticipated her move, loping over to
the front door and standing guard, his head lowered, his teeth bared while a steady low
growl came from his throat. Janet's hair stood on end. Trapped!


Chapter 2

"Stay away from me!"
Janet raised her right hand threateningly, crawfishing back on the thickly piled carpet.
Should she run back up the stairs to her bedroom? Could she pry the door open before
Shep came after her? She doubted it. He was looking more ferocious than ever. His ears
were pinned back, his fur bristling around his neck, his sides heaving in and out while
something very red and wet started slipping out of his hairy cock sheath.
The blonde stumbled to her feet, making it to the bar just as the animal caught her by
the left ankle with his jaws. Janet screamed, her fingers clawing at the slippery formica
counter top as Shep tugged back. His bushy tail wagged back and forth while his ears
perked in high arousal. His back arched down and his shoulders shook as he tugged
back. The sensation of his teeth sinking gently into her soft flesh was maddening. The
thought of him actually controlling her actions terrified the woman.
"Let go! LET ME GO!" she shrieked, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side
to side.
Janet held tightly onto the bar as Shep pulled back again. With a groan she let go,
sliding down the front of the bar and falling to the floor onto her back.
"STOP IT!"
He was on top of her now, his forepaws braced on her thighs. Janet jerked both arms
forward, not caring now if he bit her or not. The woman grabbed her dress and shoved
it down, hitting the animal in the snout with her wrists. Shep backed away, his brown
eyes rolling around in his head and a steady low growl in his throat. Janet shoved her
dress down over her knees.
The animal didn't stay back for long. He jumped forward, snapping at her hands,
making Janet scream and jerk her arms away. She lay with her torso propped up, her
eyes filled with horror as Shep dropped his head and gathered up some material of her
dress in his mouth. He growled then tossed his head from side to side, tearing at the
garment until it was nothing more than shreds hanging from her waist. All through this
Janet remained quiet, feeling her pussy strangely heat up and quiver as if it were a small
animal. She was responding to this primeval brutality – to this force that wanted her
now, wanted to seduce her in any way possible. When she felt his teeth scraping her
thigh flesh, felt his spittle dribble along her legs, Janet cringed. And yet at the same
time she sucked in ragged breaths, wondering secretly when he was going to get back to
his cunt lapping.
"Oh... Unnghhhh..."
The dog nuzzled lightly between her thighs and whined. He positioned himself between
her spread legs and started licking. The tip of his tongue moved as if it were a feather,
barely touching her cuntlips.
Janet curled her fingers, digging the tips into the carpeting. She raised her ass a little
from the floor, moving it back and forth in short, sharp fucking movements.
"Wh... why is this happening to me?"
Her words sounded so small, so stupid in the large front room. Her big ass muscles
cramped as the dog moved his tongue up, up to her hard little clit that was giving Janet
so much trouble lately. When he touched its slick rounded bottom, the woman cried
out, jerking her head back, shaking it from left to right, loving the sensation of her
blonde hair whipping across her face. The room was spinning around and around. The
tendons stood out against the flesh of both thighs, enticing the dog to drop his head
and bite at them.
"Unnghhooooooohhhh."
It was devastating! His teeth nipping along her inner thighs, coming so close to her
swollen, open cunt was too much. She arched her back, letting her head fall to one side
while strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. She raised her ass higher
up off the carpet, flattening her palms against the floor as she used them for better
leverage. Janet swung her torso back and forth, feeling the nylon being worked into her
cunt-slit. The smooth, tickling sensation was something new – something that both
frightened and excited the hell out of her.
"Oh please... oh God... don't..."
He was shoving his snout against the warm wet panty material again. Now he was
trying to get his tongue around the legband again. He could smell the strong odor of
her juice flowing from behind that obstruction. Janet felt his claws digging at her
thighs, felt that cold nose sliding up under the elastic barrier. Could she actually allow
herself to be stripped by an animal, be taken by this German shepherd?
"Ohhh God, it's soo good!"
Thoughts of her family disappeared when the big German shepherd managed to snake
his tongue under the spit-soaked leg band and touch her cuntlips. He was whining,
bracing his paws against the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. It was as if he were
searching for some animal, looking for a bone he wanted to eat and suck. Eat and suck!
The words made her shiver. Yes, he was going to eat her out! His tongue was working
back and forth, almost sucking at her pussy while she rocked forward and gave him
more of her cunt to eat.
Shep whimpered and stretched his tongue even more. It was evident he didn't like the
panties but wasn't certain how to get rid of them. Janet skinned them down her shaking
white legs when he closed his fangs around the bottoms of them. He snarled, his tail
dropping between his hindquarters while he pulled the soaked panties down over her
ankles.
Janet shuddered, seeing those wet briefs hanging from the dog's mouth. He stared at
her. Oh dear God, it was as if he were laughing at her! Was she going mad? Could an
animal have emotions like that? Was he proud of what he'd done to her? Janet crossed
her hands over her chest protectively, stretching one hand back and scooting away from
the watching dog.
Shep played with the panties, rearing back and tossing them in the air. She watched,
embarrassed to tears as he jumped on the briefs once they floated to the floor. He held
them with his forepaws, tearing at the material until it was no more than shreds hung
loosely together by the elastic. Janet turned away, feeling a little sick to her stomach.
"No, noo!"
He was back again, burying his snout in her cunt-thicket. She felt her elbows giving
way; her head sinking to the floor. There were millions of tiny explosions between her
spread, shaking legs. Lights were popping in front of her eyes. Oh God, she was so
close to coming, to having an orgasm. She felt her shoulder blades moving rhythmically
over the floor, moving in time to the dog's lapping tongue.
"Huhhhrrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!"
It was like the feeling with those dreams she had recently been having. She was alone
with Brad, his strong body wiggling on top of hers, his legs pinning hers to the cot
while his cock reamed her sloppy hole. Oh how they laughed about it later – before she
was pregnant, that is! How they thought they were pulling a fast one – how they were
fooling her mother and his parents. Of course he didn't think about wearing anything
to protect them. And the pill hadn't really been out that long for Janet to know that
much about it, or trust it. But that' was the ugly part of their relationship. Now she
didn't want to think about how white his face became when she told him about the
good news. And Of course, her mother had nearly killed her. Thank God everything
seemed to have turned out for the best.
The best? If it weren't for the dog's continued licking up and down her buttocks she
would have laughed. Janet had cloistered herself up in that house just as if she'd been
spirited away into a convent. Her mother watched her every move more closely than
before. All that sexual drive, all that tension was being released now, flooding her
circuits of defense.
Janet sighed, extending one leg and fanning out her toes until they cramped. Arching
her back, she relaxed, giving into the warm wet friction raking across her cunt. She felt
spittle oozing into her asscrack, tickling her asshole. Yes, she thought of Brad, of the
masterful way he'd seduce her every night just after practice. His buddies knew
something was going on and would somehow get the coach out of his office for several
hours. Then the two of them would go at it like maniacs, fucking until the cot was
encrusted with his cum and her pussy juice. Janet could never get enough of his prick,
always begging for more even when he was slipping his cock back into his jockstrap
and telling her they had to go. Only when she returned home would she feel nervous.
Of course there were plenty of reasons for her apprehension, as she would discover
much later.
"HuhhhhrrroHHHHHH!"
Shep was nipping at her quivering ass. It seemed as if every nerve ending were alive in
her body. She rocked from side to side, both legs kicking up now – what remained of
her dress bloused around her waist. Janet couldn't seem to get enough air to feed her
wriggling body. She made odd strangled, choking sounds, clawing at the carpet piling,
occasionally hitting the animal with the balls of her feet.
"Cum, cummmmmm..."
It was strange saying that word with the dog between her legs. How she'd screamed it
out just as Brad announced he was filling her cunt with his jism. How she loved feeling
his cock jerking around in her cunt – his balls pumping out squirt after spurt of hot,
thick jizz. It had seemed worth while risking everything just for an hour with that
handsome young stud. And now Janet was left with a daughter who disliked her, it
seemed, and a dog who loved her a little too much.
"Get away – uhghhhhNOOOO!"
Janet didn't know what she was saying. She was poised on the brink of madness. Her
cuntlips quivered, clasping at nothing. She could hear it sucking in raw air. Then Shep's
tongue touched her clit just at the right moment. Janet screamed, arching her back and
wallowing her shoulders while snapping her head from side to side. Her eyes glazed
over, rolling up into her head while she snapped her legs together and worked them
silkily back and forth over the animal's ears. She was coming – not the fast, violent
orgasm she used to have with Brad, but oh, so slowly. Shep managed to flick his tongue
in and out of her convulsing slot at least twice for every cramping spasm that ripped
through her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, it's so good I'm going to die," she whispered.
The firestorm raged through her cunt, spreading to her ass, her asshole, her jiggling tits.
Janet didn't know for just how long the terrible spasms lasted. Two minutes? Ten? Time
seemed suspended as she snaked across the carpeting shamelessly, tightly embracing the
animal between her legs.
When it was over, she found herself curled up in a fetal position. One hand was
trapped between her legs, wet with the dog's saliva and her sweat and pussy oil. For a
second she couldn't bring herself to believe that she'd actually made it with a dog.
Surely it had to have been a wild dream, something she had just before passing out on
the floor from too much vodka.
But the shredded dress, the torn panties laying inches away from her head on the floor
told her everything had been all too real. Janet groaned, thankful the dog wasn't
around. What would she have done – killed him for having taken care of her needs?
Surely she couldn't deny she'd encouraged him!
"Oh damn!" Janet said, getting up and running her fingers through her hair. It was all a
terrible mistake. She stood up, wobbling to the bar and hanging onto the edge with
some difficulty. Still, she couldn't see Shep. Maybe he knew if he stayed around she
might do something to harm him now that she had her wits about her.
A drink. I need a drink.
One hand trembled as she poured liquor into a glass and stared out the front window.
Oh, where was her daughter? Melanie was out doing things with her girlfriend,
Sandra... at least, that's what the girls said when they left. They were going shopping
down at the old mall in downtown Santa Monica to look for some new school clothes.
Janet couldn't refuse permission, especially with Sandra standing there with a smirk on
her face. But it was nearly six-thirty and getting darker by the minute. As she took
another sip, she thought of her daughter and was worried sick.

* * *

Back at Sandra's house Melanie stopped with her panties at her knees. She felt giddy, a
little spaced and very high. Sandra shot her a questioning look. Sandra was her best
friend, the only one who realized what kind of tyrant her mother was, and she looked
impatient as she lay on the next bed.
"So, what's wrong?"
Melanie felt terribly guilty about this whole thing. The guys downstairs barely knew
them. This was something new for her, although apparently it was old news for Sandra.
Her parents, as usual, weren't home and wouldn't be expected in for nearly five hours.
It wasn't like Melanie to pick up men, to actually flirt and then go right along and pick
someone up. But Sandra was with her – wild wanton Sandra, who didn't let anything
or anyone bother her. How she wished she could be like her girlfriend at times. Of
course, she wouldn't be quite as loose.
"I don't see why I have to go through with this," Melanie said, biting her lower lip. She
was starting to have second thoughts about all this. It seemed so cheap.
Sandra's eyes narrowed. She took off her panties, then reached back and unhooked her
halter. Melanie dropped her eyes, a little embarrassed as her friend stripped naked.
"I asked you twice if you wanted to go through with it. God, Mel, that's all you've been
talking to me about lately. All summer you kept saying you wondered what it was like
to fuck," Sandra said impatiently, standing back up and admiring her long, lithe body
in the mirror.
"Yes, but..."
"And now you've got the chance. Look, I know Jack and Tommie. You can have either
one, though I prefer Tommie," Sandra said, flashing her friend a wicked smile.
"You've been to bed... with both?" she asked, her mouth dropping open.
"Sure, what's the big deal?" Sandra said, shrugging her shoulders while twisting to one
side and running her fingers lightly up her tits."I've been to bed with lots of guys. That
doesn't make a big difference. Hmmmmmm," she moaned, touching her hardening
nipples. Melanie watched and blushed violently. Sandra was moving her fingers now
over her cunt-fur. With a sticky little sound her outer pussylips came open and the girl
beamed.
"It's a big deal to me. I've never been to bed with anyone," Melanie protested. She
wasn't sure now if she shouldn't just put her clothes back on and march straight out of
this house. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe sex should just be kept for the
marriage bed. Surely she wouldn't have this terrible guilt and fear.
"Maybe what you need is to get a little hot, know what I mean? Here, watch me,"
Sandra said, her voice softening. She walked to the second bed and lay down, spreading
her legs widely apart so her girlfriend could see what she was doing.
"But the guys..."
"They're downstairs playing ping pong or something in my old man's den. They're
probably on quarter bets now. Don't worry. They'll still be there in a bit," Sandra said,
kicking her legs against the side of the bed."Now, see this little kind of thing," the girl
said, prodding at the shiny, red flesh. Melanie moved her hand over to her pussy the
same way, pushing at the red, soppy flesh. Oh, she felt wetter than her friend Sandra
looked. Could it be she was more excited than she admitted to herself?
"Ohhh!"
"Good, you touched it," Sandra said, smiling a little dreamily as her fingers fluttered
over her cunt."That's your clit. Doesn't it feel real good... uhhhhh... good to touch it?"
Melanie's breath was becoming difficult to catch. She nodded her head, running her
fingers up and down her slot.
"It gets big when you rub it," Sandra offered.
Melanie parted her knees so that her cunt opened. She wasn't covered with the black
bush hiding Sandra's red moist cuntmeat. But still she had plenty of blonde cunt-curls
tickling the sides of her fingers as she now brushed them over the plump pussylips.
Gingerly she pried her slit open, peering down into it. The tiny pink bump was
swimming in a lake of juice. She had never fingerfucked herself before. Now in the
comfort of her friend's presence she wondered why she hadn't.
Maybe fucking would be the same – forboding at the start, then so natural at the finish.
Well, she'd find out soon enough. The boys were downstairs raring to go.


Chapter 3

"Doesn't that feel crazy?" Sandra gasped. Melanie put her finger between her legs and
touched her tiny clit. A small shock tore through her thighs. She inhaled a hard,
shuddering breath and licked her bottom lip.
"Yes, yes!"
Melanie was surprised at the shakiness of her voice.
"Sometimes when I'm alone I put a little suntan oil on it, you know? Then I work it
around in circles with a couple of fingers at the same time. Both hands, when I really
get hot. Shit, just talking about it makes me want to do it again?"
"But what about later? Don't you feel like you've done something wrong? I mean..."
Melanie knew she was sounding like a prude.
"You're not going to go blind just from touching yourself. Jesus, you've got a lot to
learn," Sandra said, a little breathless herself. She was really getting into it, dipping her
fingers into her seething cunt, pulling them out and circling them around her stiff,
throbbing little clit.
"Oh!"
Melanie felt another shock of sexuality tear through her as she moved one finger
tentatively into her cunthole, pulled it out and examined how wet and glistening with
juice it was.
"It seems funny you never fooled around with yourself in the tub or something."
Melanie shook her head."My mother told me it was wrong. I've looked at it a couple of
times – that's all," Melanie said.
Sandra laughed."Well, we're going to have you doing more than that before you leave
here."
Melanie sighed and watched her friend walk to the dresser, then fall back onto the bed
with a small bottle in one hand. She admired Sandra's tits – the way, they were
growing so full and heavy on her small chest. Her own tits were more than adequate,
but not the thunderous size Sandra's promised to be.
Sandra uncapped the bottle.
"It's just some oil. Want to watch me?" "I... I don't know. I guess so..."
Melanie swallowed excitedly. Already Sandra was sprinkling drops of oil onto her
fingertips. With one hand she peeled the outer lips of her pussy back while she worked
the slick fluid into her steamy crack. There were sexy, squishy sounds. Melanie felt a
sympathetic thrill in her snatch as the fleshy nub of Sandra's clit rose from its hood.
Sandra licked her lips, shut her eyes and moved her ass back and forth until the
mattress started to groan.
"How do you... do it?"
"Here, try it," Sandra said, stretching out one hand and handing her friend the bottle.
Melanie did the same, using her middle finger and rubbing it slowly back and forth
over her clit while sprinkling some of the oil all over her pussy. Yes, oh God yes, it felt
wild, sexy incredible! Her knees snapped together, then sagged back to the bed while
her finger moved around and around her budding clit. The feel of those hot wet folds
against her fingertips was enough to make her a little dizzy. She kept rubbing, not
really sure where it would feel best.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Sandra asked in a husky voice.
"Yes... but don't tell anyone else," Melanie panted back, her head bouncing against the
mattress.
"If you go through with this, the guy with you's gonna know," Sandra laughed, her
laughter cut off by a moan as she touched another sensitive spot.
"How does it feel... I mean, how does it feel to get... fucked!"
The word made her shudder. Melanie bit her lip harder.
"Oh, wow, it's the best!" Sandra panted, slowing down her fingering."There's nothing
like it. You wait. Oh God, you just wait and you'll agree with me," she panted with
effort.
"Oh, yes, yes, I can hardly wait. Oh God, do I want to be fucked!"
Melanie couldn't believe she'd said something like that. But there it was. She had been
touching herself, rubbing that damned oil around and around her cunt until she
thought she was going to go crazy. So this was what it was like to be fully aroused!
Melanie didn't know if she liked being this much out of control. She always was
someone who called the shots.
"Good. It's just where you should be," Sandra said, getting up from the bed and wiping
herself off. She threw a towel over to her friend, telling Melanie to wipe the oil off her
thighs, although she could keep the rest in her cunt. It would make her first fucking a
little easier if she were lubed.
"Do we... just invite them up?" Melanie asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling
her clit burning like a hot little coal. How she wanted to touch herself again. But it was
apparent that aspect of her education was over for now. Sandra was fishing through her
wardrobe across the room, pulling out two nightgowns. She took one for herself and
threw a pink flimsy thing over to her friend.
"No... not exactly. Come on, put that thing on," she said, giggling a little.
Melanie almost felt like a whore. She stood up, feeling her knees somewhat unsteady.
Wow – all that playing around had taken a lot of energy out of her. She managed to
stand in front of the mirror and slip the see-through garment over her small shoulders.
She tied a small pink ribbon around her neck and realized she could see her tits and her
full cunt-bush through the material almost as if it weren't there. She blushed deeply
again. Why should she be ashamed? The gown made her alluring figure all that much
more exciting. She licked her lips, brushing her long blonde hair back over her
shoulders. How her pussy burned – how odd it felt swollen open like that. Would the
boys be able to tell how hot she and her friend were?
"You can use my parents' bedroom. Come on," Sandra said, taking her friend by the
arm and leading her out into the hall.
Melanie followed a little reluctantly, pulling back as they reached the top landing.
Below she could hear the sounds of ping pong balls being whacked back and forth. The
blonde teen swallowed hard again, feeling like a slut in an old-time cowboy movie. She
was terrified, panicked almost to the point of bolting down the stairs and out the door.
It was only Sandra's presence that kept her there.
"Tom! Jack!" Sandra called out. The ping pong game stopped abruptly.
Melanie held her breath as she heard footsteps grow louder. Two young men appeared
at the bottom of the landing. Both had removed their white cotton T-shirts and now
stood barechested, their eyes rolled up to the two young girls at the top of the stairs.
Melanie's heart stood still. She could have taken on either one of them at this point,
although Jack made her pulse race a little faster. He was taller, a little more thickly built
with long black hair that hung over one eye. She'd seen him around the school at times
and knew he was second-string quarterback on the football team. She'd noticed him,
yes, but never dared to speak a word to him. It had been just by chance that the two
boys were walking on the mall. Sandra knew both well, it appeared, and struck up an
easy conversation. One thing had led to another and there they were, all of them half
naked, panting after one another like animals in heat. It was shameful. It was exciting!
"Come on," Sandra said in a breathless voice, hanging back from the handrail.
Melanie's eyes rounded.
"Now what do I do?" she whispered in a tight voice as the two boys started up the
stairs.
"I'll take care of Tommie. Just let Jack handle the action. He's been there before,"
Sandra said, smiling while giving her friend's hand a squeeze for encouragement and
luck.
"Come on," Tommie said, slipping an arm easily around Sandra's narrow waist and
guiding her back into her bedroom.
Jack stood in front of the now-closed door, his hands on his broad thighs. He was
grinning down at Melanie. She felt so small, so insignificant under this young man's
steady gaze. Blushing red from embarrassment, she turned and started down the hall.
"Mel, look, if you don't want to..."
She stopped and turned around. He was still standing in front of Sandra's closed
bedroom door. Her girlfriend was obviously hard at work. Through the closed door she
could already hear sounds of panting and grasping. And now this near-stranger was
giving her an out. He wasn't going to carry her off and rape her if she didn't want.
"I've never done this before," she admitted, lowering her eyes.
Melanie thought she could hear Jack's breath catch. It would be some time before she
learned men loved fucking virgins "breaking in new material," as Jack called it later.
"Then let's go," he said, walking up to her. From that point on things were a little
blurred for Melanie. Even later she'd only be able to recall highlights of her first fuck.
Her nervousness increased as they bumped their way down the hall to Sandra's parents'
room. It was dark, and the drapes still drawn. She paused in the darkness as Jack closed
the door behind them. There was the faint odor of expensive perfume hanging in the
air. In the stillness she could hear her own heart beating hard against her ribcage. She
thought it was going to burst. And, oh – how her cunt was juicing! She could feel
something wet and tingling running through her cunt-bush, then seeping on down her
thighs.
"Melanie, I've been watching you for a long time. I've wanted you... like this," Jack
whispered in the dark.
She could barely make out his face. But she felt his eyes fastened on her body, could
almost feel his hands touching her. Yes, yes – in spite of her fears, in spite of her guilt,
she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Suddenly all of her girlish objections
vanished.
His hand touched her waist. Melanie thought she was going to faint. She tilted her face
up, parted her lips as she felt him come up close to her. Yes, yes, she was ready, ready
to lose her cherry to him, ready to let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"Ummmmm..."
Melanie murmured through the, kiss, curving her body against his chest and belly. Her
thighs were warm where his crotch was. She could already feel the rigid swelling of his
cock pushing outward against his faded Levi's. The thought of what was behind that
material made her more excited than ever. She and Sandra had talked about how guys
were built, about how long their cocks were, about how full their balls were with that
white hot jizz. Now she was going to find out first-hand. That thought nearly brought
her to her knees. A hot thrill burned over her flesh as Jack smoothed his fingers over
her arms, then down her sides. He was so vital, so hot. His chest pressed against her
tits.
"Let's go to bed," he said huskily, his voice breaking just a little.
Melanie could hardly move. She walked to the edge of the large king-sized bed, turned
around and reached up to the pink ribbon holding the gown together. It was so
shameful doing thisshameful and devilishly exciting.
"Ohhhh..."
Jack passed a hand over her shoulders, then brought it down her arm. The girl closed
her eyes and breathed with great difficulty. He kissed her again, gently. Their lips barely
touched at first. But then she felt his tongue growing stiff, spearing her lips, shoving
deep into her mouth. Melanie groaned. This was the first time a boy had done
something like this to her, and she loved it. It was as if some wall had crumbled in her
mind. She groaned, circling her arms around his bare back. How good his hot flesh felt
against her icy fingertips as he hunched into her, wiggling his tongue back and forth in
her mouth. That hot bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans pushed against her belly. He
was so tall, so big, so thick-muscled.
"Oh wow, baby, you're one hot little cunt, aren't you?"
Melanie didn't like the use of that word in reference to her. But at this point she wasn't
going to tell him that. She was panting, feeling weaker by the second. Jack's hands
moved down her body, tracking every curve, finally stopping at her thighs. He noticed
she'd untied the gown, letting it fall partially open. Melanie gasped as she felt the
material cling to her stiff nipples for a moment, then slide off, revealing her damp, tight
little cunt. She hadn't realized how much wetter her pussy had gotten since her
fingerfucking episode with Sandra. Oh yes, yes – all she cared about now was having
this man on top of her, holding her down while he drilled his cock into her. Yes, she'd
seen him in the halls at school. But never, never would she have guessed that he'd be
getting ready to slip his cock into her.
"Don't worry. It's gonna hurt a little at first, but I'll be careful," Jack said reassuringly,
sliding the nylon gown off her shoulders."Shit, you're beautiful," he said, standing back
as the nightie floated to the floor.
"Ohhh..."
What was he doing? Instead of kissing her lips he bent his knees, dropping his head
and kissing her tits, then moving down to her soft belly. She closed her eyes, too
shocked to say or do anything.
"Want to fuck as bad as I do?"
"I..."
Melanie stopped, bit her lip. What did he want from her? Why was he saying things
like that?
"Come on," Jack laughed, kissing her navel, then trailing his tongue back up to her
neck."Just say it. Just tell me how you want It..."
He licked one of her nipples until she felt the tiny pink nub shove out.
She arched her back, pressing against that wonderful sensation.
"Yes, Jack. I want to... fuck!"
There, she'd said it! Now maybe he'd be satisfied with her.
"So do I, baby, so do I."
Gently he lay her down on the bed. Melanie scooted back until her head rested on one
of the pillows. She watched as he hooked his thumbs around his belt buckle, opened it,
then unzipped his Levi's. Jack stepped out of his pants, then curled his fingers around
the elastic band of his white cotton jockeys. She'd never seen anything like this before.
The swollen cock inside looked much bigger than any of the things she'd seen in those
silly sex education movies. Even behind the material of his shorts his prick looked like
it must weigh pounds! Jack scooted the elastic down quickly.
"OHH!"
Her eyes widened, her fingers digging into the soft bedspread. It was bigger than what
she imagined men could have between their legs! Surely he didn't expect her to take
that in her cunt... not at first. Maybe he'd just play around with his fingers just as she
did earlier. And thick! Surely it was wider than two inches! He'd split her open with
that thing if he tried fucking her now.
"No..."
"Don't worry, don't worry," Jack whispered in the dark.
He crawled onto the bed, his cock swaying heavily from his groin. Each ball looked full
and heavy. In the darkness Melanie could see the bristly hairs around his crotch and
prickroot.
"We can't fuck with that..." she said, pointing to his cock.
"We sure can," he said, lowering his head quickly between her thighs.
The suddenness of it – of what he was doing to her – made Melanie snap into shock. A
man was putting his mouth on her cunt, actually sucking it! She jerked, her head
snapping back, her legs jerking out as she clawed wildly at the coverlet. Stars popped in
front of her as Jack stiffened his tongue and drilled it into her pussy.
Unbelievably the girl found herself pushing back to him. He was sliding deeper, his lips
smooth and teasing against her inner cuntlips. His teeth were touching her, gouging
against her sensitive cuntflesh. It was wild. In and out, in and out. His tongue was like
a tiny cock. Ohhh, how daring, how awful this was. How much longer could this go on
without her coming? And when Jack finally pushed his fat prickhead against her slot,
how would she be able to take it all without passing out with pain?


Chapter 4

"Pregnant... I'll get... pregnant," she stammered, feeling his dickhead distending her
swollen cuntlips.
"You won't get knocked up," Jack whispered, and flicked his tongue sexily into her ear.
"No, my..."
She'd almost told him about her mother, about her mother's fears of her getting
pregnant. He'd only laugh at her. No, she was going to be as grown up about this as
possible.
"You move your ass real nice..." he said quietly.
Now Jack was kissing her belly, massaging her big tits lightly with his fingers while
moving his lips under those big spongy mounds. At times he flicked the nipples with
his fingers, making Melanie groan with ecstasy. Oh, this had to be the best feeling in
the whole wide world! Sandra had been right! She wouldn't listen to her mother any
more. No, sex was wonderful, was so much fun.
"You're so fuckin' hot you won't notice a thing when I pop your fuckin' cherry," he
said, pushing his fingers through her blonde hair. He was kissing her all over her face
her eyes, her nose, her mouth. Oh, he seemed to be everywhere at once. And all along
she could feel his fat cock rubbing up and down over her belly, edging down closer to
her cunt.
"I... unnghhhOHHHHHH!"
He was pressing his knees under her thighs, forcing her legs wider apart, rocking her
back slightly while working his cockhead over her greasy cuntlips. Melanie could feel
the rod sliding down her asscrack, down to her exposed pussy. His precum was like
acid against her clit. She groaned, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress while
beating his back with her heels. She wanted him, needed him! Melanie was making
strangled sounds now, clawing at Jack's back, begging him to fuck her. She didn't care
how much it hurt. Anything was better than this killing anticipation, her pussy
teetering on the brink of explosion.
Melanie could feel his hairy legs pushing harder against hers. As he shoved her apart,
the girl reached down and curled her fingers around his cock. Jack let out a strangled
cry, stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.
"Shit, don't take me by surprise like that again, baby. You almost made me shoot my
load all over your ass," he confessed, sucking in a deep breath.
Oh no! Melanie didn't want him to shoot off without first taking care of her needs.
"Fuck me, oh yes, fuck meeeee..."
The blonde teen sucked in air through her flared nostrils. She was a bitch in heat,
howling with a wildness that coursed through her veins. The bed groaned under her as
Jack pushed forward with his hairy ass. Melanie felt his cockhead center on her hole,
then slowly push aside the bloated cuntlips and slip into her eager cunt.
"UHHHOOHHH..."
The girl's eyelids fluttered. Her pussylips closed tightly over the bulb, trapping it in the
super sensitive area between her inner and outer lips.
"Ohhhh Juckin' baby. You're one hell of... of a tight... ughhhh... tight fuck. But man,
that's good," Jack groaned. His prick bent slightly at the center as he shoved his knees a
little farther forward, bracing his belly against hers for better leverage.
Melanie was babbling obscenities herself, her head shaking from left to right. Flashes of
wild sexual heat rocketed through her pussy while Jack kept drilling his cock into her
and fingering her stiff nipples.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She moaned loudly. Jack twisted his hips a little, making sure she could feel his cock
working into her body. The spongy fat head reamed her hole, forcing her elastic pussy
walls to balloon out. It was so odd, this feeling of having someone inside her! The girl
wrinkled her forehead, grunting like a stuck pig, enjoying and yet at the same time
fearing what was happening to her.
"Good fuckin'... damned fuckin' good fucking," Jack repeated, his face streaked with
perspiration. He was breathing heavily now, his breath occasionally catching as a
particularly powerful spasm rushed through his shaft to his prickhead.
"Fucking ohhHHHHH!" Melanie repeated, feeling the pressure in her cunt becoming
more and more intense.
"Take, it baby... take all of my cock," he said, his voice low and quivering.
Melanie arched her back again, her head shaking from side to side. Strands of blonde
hair clung to her dampened cheeks. She was going crazy, feeling his rod pushing aside
the virgin tissue of her clutching cunt."Yeah, baby, yeah."
Jack felt his cockhead boiling in her cuntjuice. Then suddenly he ran into something.
Her cherry! He sucked in a deep breath, drawing out his prick and feeling her pussy
walls collapsing behind it.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"Easy, I'm not pullin' out... yet," Jack said.
Melanie suddenly realized what he was going to do. She dug her fingernails into his
back, sucking in a deep breath and holding it. Her mind swirled around and around.
Popping the cherry. How she and Sandra used to giggle about that, thinking it sounded
like some children's game. Now it was being played for real.
"Hold still!"
Jack held her shoulders down firmly, his body tensing. He felt her trying to squirm
around. Her toenails scratched his ankles.
"I said HOLD STILL!"
Melanie squealed as the cockhead pressed hard against her cherry. She felt the tiny
membrane stretching inward. The girl grunted, actually trying to scoot back on the bed
to relieve the growing pressure. But she felt Jack's hands holding her tightly, his body
pressing her against the mattress. There was no way she could escape her certain fate.
"UNNGHHH..."
Something tore, actually tore inside her. Melanie screamed, her legs beating the
mattress, her arms jerking out, then falling limply to her sides. A shudder ran through
her body, mixing with the pain radiating out to all parts of the young woman.
"That's it, baby, that's it," Jack cooed, resting more easily on top of her.
He was sinking his prick all the way into her, feeling his cock head plowing through
virgin soil now. Melanie remained still-grunting, sighing, groaning as he held her firmly
by the shoulders. When his balls rested against her upturned buttocks, Jack relaxed his
grip on her, shifting his hips from side to side in order to feel every square inch of her
moist, torn pussy.
"Oh, it hurts... hurts," she whispered in a tiny voice.
"Relax," Jack suggested, smoothing his fingers over her tits, then tracing them down her
sides."It's gonna hurt for a few seconds. I promise I won't do anything. Just take it
easy," he said.
God, it sounded as if he were a doctor! But the advice seemed reasonable. Melanie bit
her lower lip and did her part, trying to relax. God, what a strange, almost itchy feeling
she was having between her legs! How odd it was having something that long, thick
and hard inside her. At times it jumped and jerked about, exciting her clit. After several
minutes had passed and their breathing had become somewhat normal, Jack started
moving his ass. Melanie could feel it, feel the sliding of his cock against the bottom of
her still-hard and wet clit. Ohhhhh, how good it was!
Jack dragged his cock back a little, then shoved it back in again. Pulling his head back a
little he peered down at the cringing girl and watched her face.
"OHHHH YESSSSS!" she hissed.
It had to be the best feeling she'd ever had. The girl thought she'd die of pleasure when
he pulled his cock partially out, leaving only the head trapped between her inner and
outer cuntlips. Her cunt was stretching wide. Then suddenly the ring of muscles
protecting her pussy mouth cramped tight, the walls buckling in from her rising sexual
heat. Melanie cried out, her eyelids fluttering while her fingernails again raked Jack's
humping back.
"SHIT!"
Jack twitched from the sudden clamping around his cock. He stiffened, his back arching
like an aroused cat's while his knees dug painfully into Melanie's thighs. The big man
held his breath, closing his eyes now and fighting down the desire to shoot off in her
cunt.
"Don't do that again, baby, not if you want me to keep on fuckin' you," he warned.
"I can't help it... it just sorta happened," she said, lowering her eyes modestly and
feeling the blood rush to her face.
"Shit, you're one hot number. And I thought Sandra was something."
Melanie didn't know if being compared to her girlfriend was a compliment or not. But
she was in no mood to examine conversation at this point.
"I... ughhhhh!"
"You're so damned tight... ughhhhh!"
Melanie could hardly believe this was happening to her. He was so deep inside her. She
could feel his cockhead inside her belly. She could hear the slick, sloppy noise of his
cockshaft sliding past her cuntlips.
"It's so weird. It feels like your cock's taking over," she confessed.
Jack pulled out once again, leaving only his cockhead inside. Then he shoved back in,
his prick corkscrewing into her pussy with gurgling sounds. Melanie thought she was
going to die. She arched her back, hunching her cunt up to him, grinding her hips
against his. She was going to be black and blue in the morning. Melanie didn't care.
She wanted to feel every inch of him, to be completely possessed by this vital male
animal. She started making humming sounds in her throat while clinging desperately to
him. The girl realized that she was on the brink of orgasm. Her pussy was so hot, so
chilly, so tight, so anxious to be pushed over the brink by Jack's fat juicy rod.
"Go for it, baby, go for it," he gasped into her ear, flicking his tongue in the small
canal.
That was all Melanie needed. All the restraints were off. She started jerking her hips up
and down, matching the piled riving movements of his thighs. Their hipbones crashed
together, the slick sound of wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh filling the still air of the
room. Jack was moaning, touching her asshole now. She danced her slim ass under
him. Did he like her to move like that? He seemed to like everything she did for him.
"Baby, uhhh, I can't... can't hold back...ughhh... much more," he said.
Melanie was growing more wild every moment. She clawed his back, raking her sharp
nails over his flesh until he yowled.
The girl couldn't help herself now. It seemed as if someone else were screaming, as if
some other girl were moaning in the room while her cunt screwed up, getting ready for
the climax of her life. Her toes fanned out until they cramped."MORE!" she screamed.
The girl worked her cunt greedily up and down Jack's slick cock. The cords of her neck
stood out while her eyes glazed over and rolled up. Sweat made her flesh glisten. Jack
said something, then his words blurred into a stream of incoherent cries. He was
coming, firing his load into her pussy.
"NOOoooOO!"
Her cunt-walls tightened around his firing shaft, clutching it, milking at it. Oh how odd
it was to feel her pussy trembling and shaking. She felt hot jets of something rich and
scalding burst into her cunt. It burned into her, making her lose what minute control
she had. Melanie couldn't tell any more where it was coming from or how much of it
was filling her hole. Something was wetting down her thighs, running back down her
asscrack into her shitter. He was filling her-up, filling her up to the bursting point. That
idea whirled around deliciously in her head as she felt her body explode into orgasm.
"WAWWWWWHHHHHH!"
It was as if someone had touched her sensitive cunt with a live electric wire. Melanie
jerked and thrashed around the bed like someone possessed, scratching, grabbing and
clutching at Jack as he tried to hold her down. It felt as if the universe were inside her
pussy and were exploding. Her pussy walls spasmed as her cunt clutched around that
hunk of meat deep inside.
"Cum, baby, work it on out," Jack encouraged.
"Cummmmmmm!" the girl shouted back as more and more jizz spurted out, acting as a
kind of glue as the two of them continued their fucking spree. When it was over
Melanie lay exhausted on the bed, her legs spread wide apart, her arms at her sides. It
had been one hell of a mind-blowing experience. Jack had gotten up and was
somewhere down the hall in the bathroom cleaning up. She wanted to rest, to think
through what had happened to her. Glancing down at her frazzled cuntbush, she saw
traces of pink blood. Yes, that was definite proof that her childhood innocence was
gone. She had to see that, to reassure herself that what had happened had actually
happened. It was so unreal now, so dreamy. She still found it hard to believe that nearly
all her erotic fantasies had come true only a few minutes ago. This morning as she had
dressed for what she thought would be a routine shopping spree with Sandra, Melanie
never would have guessed this would be the end result.
"Hi!"
She jumped, then relaxed, as she saw Jack standing, still naked, in the doorway. His
cock didn't look as large or threatening as before; it now hung limply between his legs.
But the girl wasn't a fool. She knew what that little thing could become, how it could
control very move she made. Melanie smiled weakly, feeling terribly awkward,
wondering what she should do next.
"Wanna wash up? I think they're just about through in there."
Jack was smirking, actually smirking at her. Were all men like this? She wondered if
he'd be bragging about his conquest, about having fucked the supposedly cool Melanie
Fredericks. She could imagine the amused stares she'd be getting from the girls, not to
mention the phone calls she'd be receiving in the middle of the night from the boys
asking her to meet them outside for a quick fuck under the oaks.
"Come on. Let's take a shower together before you go. Then we'll talk about getting
together again... maybe alone this time," Jack said, stretching out one hand toward her.
Melanie smiled: Maybe she was wrong about him. He seemed a little better now, a little
more considerate. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, glancing
at her body in the full-length dresser mirror. No, she hadn't noticed any change. But
oh, how much more different she was now! She was a woman, a woman as much as her
prudish mother was! A man had
fucked her, had stuck his cock in her. pussy and fired off one hell of a big load. Her
thighs still glistened with perspiration and cum. As she walked, she could feel her cunt
walls rubbing against one another, slickened with his jizz. Chills rushed up and down
her spine as she thought of what had just happened. Yes, she was a woman. How good,
how exciting that knowledge was. As she stepped naked into the hall and walked in
front of Jack, Melanie knew nothing ever would be the same for her again.

* * *

Later that evening Janet was in the kitchen, having showered several times. The animal
was outside, thank God, even though he had tried several times to sneak back inside.
She was just at the point of phoning Sandra's home to see where on earth her daughter
was when she heard the front door open.
Sighing with relief, Janet smoothed down her hair and walked into the living room. She
felt her adrenalin flowing, instinctively knowing this was going to be another one of
those awful confrontations the two of them had been having lately.
"I thought you'd call, young lady, if you're going to be late," she said icily.
Melanie was halfway up the stairs, hoping to avoid her mother's inquisition.
"I'm sorry," she answered a little guiltily. Did it show? Could her mother see that she'd
been to bed with a man? "We just got to talking and..."
"That's no excuse. I was worried sick about... but that doesn't matter, does it?" she said,
seeing the bored look on her daughter's face."Very well, you're grounded for one week
or until I see some improvement in your attitude," Janet said angrily.
"Mom!" Melanie wailed, her face flushing beet red.
"You heard me. Now go upstairs," Janet said, feeling the gap widening even further
between herself and Melanie.


Chapter 5

"I... I... uhhhh, don't know when I'll be able to come out," Melanie whispered into the
phone, nervously peering out the doorway of her bedroom. She'd managed to answer it
before her mother had, calling down that it was only Sandra. Jack's baritone voice
rumbled over the receiver. Just listening to him breathe was enough to make the fine
hairs on her neck stand on end. She was back in bed, working the backs of her legs
against the wrinkled coverlet. It had been hard to study.
And now with Jack telling her things he'd like to do to her over the phone, it was
impossible.
"Come on. You can sneak out somehow. Baby, you don't know how hot my cock is."
Melanie flushed. It had been almost two weeks since her mother had let her out of her
sight. School had started, offering her a little freedom. But Janet was there every
afternoon to pick up her daughter and whisk her home to study. The atmosphere
between them had grown even more strained than before. Melanie stubbornly refused
to give in, and Janet tightened her restrictions in response. Both of them moved sullenly
around the big house, speaking minimally and wondering when the state of siege would
finally lift.
"I... I know, but I can't go out. My mom's really on the warpath," she said, feeling a
flash of anger as she thought about the fun she was missing. Books were no substitute
for a man's prick. Thinking of Jack, the girl passed a shaky hand over her crotch,
enjoying the feeling as it rubbed over her clit.
"Too bad," Jack sighed, his breathing catching."You know, I've got my prick in my
hands now, working my fingers nice and slow up and down that hot rod. Shit, greasin'
it up real nice with precum. Ohhhh yeahhh," he sighed, his breath growing heavy,
labored.
Melanie felt extreme embarrassment and guilt. He was making a dirty phone call,
telling her things over the phone he hadn't said during their fucking session. Of course
he had shown her there.
"It's real hard, Mel, but you know just how hard it is. Yeah, it's good and hard and hot,
ready to sink into that juicy little cunt of yours. That's what I love about your pussy...
it's so fuckin' hot and tight you practically cried when I stuck my cock into you."
Flashes erupted in her cunt, spreading to all parts of her body. Melanie felt her nipples
poking up against her halter, scratching teasingly against the soft material. Oh, what if
her mother were to come up and find her like this? Surely she could smell her pussy
juice!
"Then I'd take those nipples in my mouth and suck 'em again, biting the tips while I
run my tongue around and around."
Melanie had a hard time getting out of bed, keeping the phone pressed against her ear
while rushing to the door. She started closing it, then realized something had rushed
into the room. It was Shep, sliding quickly past her. Well. Melanie didn't have time to
chase him out. Quietly she closed the door and moved back to the bed. Shep sat by the.
dresser, his tongue hanging outw hile Melanie stretched out on the mattress. Holding
the receiver between her shoulder and ear, the girl raised her ass, pulled down her
shorts and moved her hand to her cunt. It was daring to be doing this. Her mother
might pick up the downstairs phone and hear what was going on. She might come up
the landing and hear her daughter moaning as if in pain. But that was what made all
this all the more exciting.
"Stop talking like this," Melanie said, her breath nearly as heavy and uneven as his.
"You dig it," Jack said, "dig it as much as you dig letting me fuck you. Bet you'd really
love to swing on my prick. Ever suck a cock, baby? Sandra has. Bet you'd like putting
my mouth on my cock and sucking hard."
The thought startled her. Suck a cock? Maybe that might be something her girlfriend
would try. But putting her mouth on that thing didn't sound too exciting.
"Then I'd fuck you, fuck you 'til you couldn't piss for a damned week!"
The phone was sweaty-hot against her ear. And then she realized that Shep was at the
foot of her bed, watching her play with herself. A shock passed through her. Was he
watching her, really watching her and growing excited? The possibility frightened her.
But what could she do? Melanie didn't want to hang up on Jack. She was sure she'd
never see him again if that happened. And she certainly couldn't call her mother to
come up and take the dog away. She'd simply have to ignore him, hoping to God this
was only coincidence.
"Then I'm going to draw my prick back real slow. That makes you nuts, doesn't it,
baby? You like to feel your cunt coming out with my cock, don't you?"
Shep's eyes glazed when he saw her fingers disappearing into her pussy hair. Melanie
was moving her ass seductively up and down, making tiny fucking movements while
her fingers slid over the bumps and hollows of her pussy. She was groaning now,
rubbing her legs up and down, panting heavily into the receiver. The girl felt the
mattress sag a little in front of her. Looking up over her big tits Melanie saw that Shep
was on the bed, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. All she
had to do was urge the dog a little, to show him she would let him... Oh, what could
she be thinking of?
"No!"
He bumped her legs with his cold nose. The girl felt a mixture of want and shame and
indecision. Unlike her mother, Melanie was far more expedient, feeling that her cunt's
pleasure came before any moral considerations. No, she wouldn't have taken on the dog
if he came up to her in the living room. But now, with the receiver pressed against her
ear carrying those dirty words and phrases straight to her whirling mind, Melanie was
less inclined to shove away something that would ease the tension in her cunt.
"Then I'm going to pull out my prick and let you suck it again. You'll be able to taste
yourself, baby-suck on your own juices."
"This is awful, Jack. No, you can't talk to me like that," she cried.
Shep wagged his tail slowly, looking up at the young hot girl. He was smelling her,
stretching his head forward, then rolling up those big brown eyes and watching her for
some sign of encouragement. When she didn't try kicking him away or slapping him,
the animal took that as a positive sign. Dropping his head and bending his legs, he
crawled forward, digging his nails into the coverlet while letting the tip of his tongue
press along the closed slit. Melanie let out a tiny crying noise in her throat while Jack's
voice droned on.
"Then I'm gonna really start... uhhhhh... start fuckin' you," he said, obviously jacking
off hard.
"No you won't. I won't let you..."
Melanie almost laughed as she thought about what was happening. They were fucking
over the phone while the animal was taking care of her pussy. It was ridiculous, in a
way. Oh, if her mother could only see this now!
Shep whined, making Melanie worry about her mother hearing the animal. Lately Janet
had been wary of the dog, careful to keep him outdoors when her daughter was at
school. Even during dinner when Shep would usually hang around the table for scraps,
Janet sat uneasily, sometimes even kicking at the poor German shepherd if he came too
close to her.
"Then I'll feel your pussy grabbing my cock. Man, the way your cunt gets after I trench
it out's unreal. I can feel those muscles crampin', grabbing my prick, not wantin' to let
it go," he gasped.
Melanie stretched her legs farther apart, raising her knees slightly to give the animal
more licking room. She could feel the long, wet tongue across the underside of her
cunt. This was fantastic! How could she be doing something as wild, as perverted as
this? She'd only recently been fucked. Is this what happened to girls who were so
damned hot? Would she be taking on anything to satisfy her pussy?
"Then you'll go nuts, movin' that ass up and down, wantin' more of my cock."
The animal's sloppy pink tongue went deep, raking over her clit again and again.
Melanie couldn't help wondering if the animal had done this before. He seemed to
know exactly what to dowhen to attack, when to back off, just when to stiffen his
tongue and slip it into her hole. Of course Melanie couldn't possibly know all the right
moves yet. But instinctively she knew the animal was doing the correct thing, touching
her in the right spot at the right time. It was maddening. The girl rolled over on one
side, curling up into a fetal position, almost laughing as the dog bobbed his head
around to get at her pussy. With a sigh Melanie rolled back onto her ass, moving her
knees apart once again.
"Ohhhh! "
"You're hot, aren't you? Man, you wish I could be there reaming your pussy with my
prick, don't you?" Jack asked.
"No!"
But it was true. She couldn't help herself. She was confessing this to him on the phone.
Of course at school they'd had brief discussions in the hall. But everyone was watching,
including her best friend, Sandra. Melanie was still a little shy about letting this sort of
thing "get out." She played it cool, talking softly to him for only a few minutes,
avoiding giving him a definite answer about sneaking away to the coach's office during
lunch for a "quickie." That word offended her. Yes, she wanted to go to bed with Jack.
But not for a few seconds, and not while wondering if Coach Jones would barge in and
catch them in the act.
"Oh noooo!"
The dog was getting better. His red cock had slipped out from its furry sheath. It
dangled wetly under his firm belly, bobbing and jerking as he worked his sharp muzzle
around her steamy cuntfolds. It wasn't too hard to imagine Jack's mouth against her. It
had been animal-like too... the way he'd fucked her with his tongue before slipping his
prick into her. There was something so wonderfully animal about a man sucking on her
pussy. Even though it was the very first time something like that had happened, the girl
knew it would be something she'd look forward to every time she went to bed with
him.
"Unnghhhh!"
Shep went about his lapping with a wild hunger, the same kind, she thought, that Jack
had. He liked it. Jack had liked it too. Was there something about the way a girl's slit
looked or smelled or felt that got a man off? She'd have to think about that later.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck it on out."
"No, I won't, I won't."
It sounded good to refuse, or try to. She guessed Jack liked some resistance, a little
fighting back. She liked it too.
"Shut up and take my cock... just the way you took it a couple of nights ago," he
groaned.
Melanie felt Shep forcing her thighs apart, pressing the sloppy folds of her cunt back to
give him more room to lick at her dripping clit. Oh, how she wanted Jack, wanted to
feel him lying on top of her. Instead she had a dog, a silly goddamned dog between her
legs.
"Ohhhh, don't, don't do this to me. I'm going to hang up..."
"No you won't. You're hot, hot to have my prick trenching you out, fucking you 'til
you can't think, you goddamned little cunt."
Melanie sucked a ragged breath in. Shep wiggled his snout against her cuntlips. She
couldn't stop Jack or Shep even if she wanted to. She was ashamed but curious about
the new sensations, this strange combination of words and dog tongue. It boggled her
mind when she thought about what was happening.
"You still there?" Jack asked.
Melanie licked her lips, keeping the phone against her ear.
"Yes," she said, feeling a strong shiver creep up her spine, making her curl her back and
hunch out at the lapping shepherd. Oh, she would never have guessed the dog
purchased for protection and companionship would turn out to be her lover!
"I'm gonna eat you out too, know that? Oh yeah – gonna stick my tongue up your
cunt and move it around... real nice and slow..."
"Nice... slow..."
Melanie remembered Jack's sucking mouth. How hot and wet and firm it felt against
her body, just the way Rex's felt now. She moaned just the way she thought the stud
would want her to, closing her eyes and trying to imagine Jack eating her out, his
strong hands holding down her legs, his thumbs peeling her thighs apart, his tongue
curling around her clit.
"Unnohhh... unnhhooo..."
Melanie was panting hard, feeling incredibly dizzy as Shep moved in another inch. He
growled softly, rubbing his head against her thighs. Rimming the edges of her cunt, the
dog moved back a bit and let his tongue tease her snatch. Then he moved in again.
Melanie felt her muscles cramp slowly deep inside her.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna eat those tits, suck those nipples until you think they're gonna
pop right off. Then maybe I'll stick my finger up your ass. Ever want to have that
happen, baby? Wanna have my finger up your ass while I eat out your pussy? Want it,
bitch?"
Up her ass? Have a finger up her ass? That was disgusting, something she'd never
thought of. Queers fuck up the ass. But women? The thought made her shiver with
delight.
"Ohhh, I don't know... I... unnghhhhh OOOOOOOO..."
"You touchin' yourself, feelin' good and hot, thinking of my tongue, thinking about my
cock and how good it would feel inside your pussy, Mel?"
"No, no I'm not doing anything," she gasped, unable to keep her voice steady.
"Then why don't you hang up? Baby, I can tell when a girl's real hot. I've had enough
of them. I've had you rollin' in the sack. You're about the hottest one I've had between
my legs... the best thing I've stuck my cock into in years."
"Really?" she gasped, feeling a hot flash shoot through her cunt.
"Too bad your old lady's grounded you. Maybe I can sneak over. Maybe she wants to
join us," Jack said with a sexy laugh.
"Noooo..."
"Then I could fuck both of you... mom first, then you. Maybe I could find out where
you get those wild moves from. Bet your old lady's a million bucks in the sack."
This was grotesque! Her mother in bed... doing something besides sleeping or thinking
of ways to make her life miserable? She'd have laughed if the burning pressure in her
dripping pussy weren't so intense. Instead she only breathed into the phone, having
difficulty keeping the receiver pressed against her ear.
"Fuck... baby, just think of it... you and me, fuckin' all night."
Melanie felt her heart pounding oh, so hard, in her chest. She was dizzy. Her cunt
flooded hot juice out for the dog to slurp up.
"Ohh... ohhh God," she breathed.
Shep had pushed his tongue inside her cunt. It was as if he were searching for
something. What did he think was inside her pussy. What could a dog know? Jack was
whispering now.
"I've got my cock in my hands now. The tip's real dark and big. I'm gonna stretch you
with that head until you squirm and cry and..."
"Nooo... stop it."
Melanie had started moving her ass up and down against the steady wet rub of Shep's
mouth. She couldn't keep still. The bed was groaning from the movements of her body.
She tilted her hips as far to one side as they would go, then rocked them the other way.
Her glistening cuntflesh stretched tantalizingly, licked continually by the hungry dog.
"I bet I can make you come twice," Jack breathed.
Melanie found her hand trembling as if she were having a fit.
"I'll do it real slow and you'll be beggin' for me to hurry up. Maybe I'll just tease you a
little and make you think I'm gonna fuck you in the ass before I stick it in your cunt..."
"Noooo..."
The phone slipped from her shoulders and fell onto the floor. The wet mess between
her legs was throbbing now. Her pussy was swollen, pulsing regularly in time with the
animal's licking. The girl bobbed her ass around in circles as Shep brought her closer
and closer to the final rush of orgasm. Her fingers curled in the fur bristling around his
neck. She held him hard against her seeping cunt.
She was coming... slowly, furiously-wild ecstatic torture.
In the distance she could hear Jack talking on the receiver. He was too far away. She
gave herself completely to the dog, loving the sensation of his saliva dripping down her
thighs and ass while he raked his teeth along her cuntlips, licking into her tight, hot
hole. Melanie was coming hot and hard, each sting of lust making her whimper
through her nose like Shep. Oh yes, fuck, fuck Jack, fuck them all, she thought as her
mind blew to pieces.


Chapter 6

"You can go out with Sandra tonight, but only if you're home by eleven," Janet said,
taking the dinner dishes away from the table. Shep sat at the far end of the kitchen
eyeing the two women calmly. Melanie had to kick him away once, dropping her eyes
quickly when her mother turned around and scolded her for hitting the dog.
"Aw, Mom, eleven...!"
The teen bit her lip and fell silent. She shouldn't complain. It had been nearly three
weeks since she'd really been out. Although her grades had improved tremendously as a
result, her pussy ached and throbbed maddeningly. She thought all the time of Jack, of
that wonderful hard, hot body of his. He'd called twice since Shep had licked her off.
Both times Melanie made sure the bedroom door was locked. She couldn't go through
another licking session with the shepherd. Somehow what had happened had changed
the girl. Melanie couldn't look at the big dog without feeling guilty and a little dirty.
"Yes, eleven," Janet said firmly, scraping the excess food into the kitchen sink and
turning on the disposal.
"No, Shep, you can't have any," she said, eyeing the big dog, then going about her
business.
Janet was proud of herself. Several times Shep had tried to corner her, tried to get at her
pussy. But she was ready for him, commanding him firmly to back away. The animal
slunk off, his tail between his legs, whimpering disappointedly. It didn't take him long,
however, to satisfy his needs. Once Janet caught him in the backyard fucking the
Doberman bitch next door. That's going to be an interesting breed, she thought to
herself as she closed the door on her life.
"I guess that's all right," Melanie said, swiftly drinking down her milk."The movie lets
out at ten."
"That gives you plenty of time to get back here. You want me to pick both of you up?"
Janet asked, slipping the dishes into the washer. She checked herself as she bent down,
turning around and making sure Shep wasn't around to try something funny in front of
her daughter.
"Okay. I'll get ready."
Melanie pushed the chair back and walked quickly through the kitchen to the stairwell.
She almost laughed as she passed her mother. It wasn't really funny. She and Sandra
had planned the whole thing at school. It was simple, really. Her mother had no idea
just how promiscuous Sandra was. Once again her folks were out of town, not expected
until very early in the morning. Both she and Melanie pressed Janet to drop this
imprisonment at least for one night so the girls could go out and have a good time at
the movies. Of course neither one had planned to see a flick. Jack and Tommie agreed
to meet the two girls at Sandra's place where they could have at least three to four
hours of party-time fun. To her surprise, her mother finally accepted the deal.
"Oh God," Janet muttered, turning the dial of the washer and waiting for the machine
to click on. Nothing happened.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Melanie asked, skipping down the stairs with a sweater over
her shoulder. She glanced at the kitchen clock as she ducked in to kiss her mother
goodbye.
"This darned washer. It won't turn on again. The last time it broke down, the man at
the shop told me it would last for years," Janet sighed, wrinkling up her forehead and
starting to take the dishes out. This was all she needed-washing dishes by hand while
her cunt began to tighten and grow very, very moist and warm. Now she realized one
thing that had been keeping her under control was her daughter's presence. With
Melanie out of the house for several hours, Janet had the feeling it would be very hard
to keep Shep away.
"I... I know someone at school who's good at repairing things like this. His dad works
for May Company in the appliance section. I think he'd come out for free," Melanie
suggested. It was Jack. What an opportunity. It would be a good time for her to
introduce the stud to Janet. Her mother would immediately like him, she was sure, and
wouldn't object to their dating. Then all this sneaking around could stop and they
could fuck around without worrying about discovery.
"Well, he couldn't be any worse than the service I've been getting," Janet said, kissing
her daughter goodbye and watching as she ran through the living room and out the
front door.
Janet tried doing the dishes, then threw the rag with disgust into the sink. She wasn't
someone's charwoman! Wiping her hands, she flicked off the kitchen light and walked
into the living room, picking up the television magazine and flipping through it. Janet
didn't really want to watch t.v. this evening. Janet didn't really want to do anything
except... fuck. Yes, fuck! Throwing down the magazine, she wiped her forehead with
the back of one hand, facing the truth at last. Oh, how she wanted a man fucking her,
drilling his cock into her soft pussy while biting her tits. It was at times like these she
missed Brad, missed any man! To have a strong pair of arms holding her tightly, to feel
lips sliding down her throat toward her cunt... yes, yes, she'd have given anything to
feel that now.
"Ohhh!"
Janet realized she was getting weak. Her knees were shaking. Pussy oil was bubbling
out of her slit, running down her thighs. Her fingers were curling while her nipples
poked maddeningly against her bra. Could she do it with the dog again? Could she
actually beg him to take care of her, to... touch her with that tongue of his, bring her off
once more?
Janet swallowed hard, gulping down her pride, her self-respect. She turned, searching
the living room for the large animal. There he was, sitting by the fireplace, his brown
eyes half-closed as he stared at her. She shivered, putting one hand to her chest and
feeling her heart beating wildly. Once more she asked herself if she could go through
with it. Her answer was choked off by a tightness in her chest and throat. Yes, she
could, she would! The throbbing itch in her pussy was too great to be ignored. Closing
her eyes and clenching her teeth together the woman felt herself swaying drunkenly
from side to side.
"Shep?"
Janet opened her eyes. The animal was still curled up by the fireplace, one ear cocked
forward as he heard his name mentioned.
"Shep, come here."
Her voice was low, quivering. The animal caught the excitement bubbling in her tones
but still refused to move from his comfortable position.
What was wrong? Had he turned from her, too? The thought made Janet almost laugh.
That would be something, now, wouldn't it? She couldn't even get her pet German
shepherd to come over and lick her off.
Maybe he needed more encouragement this time. Janet couldn't believe she was doing
this. Turning, she rushed up the stairs, everything around her a big blur except the
incessant pounding in her pussy. Quickly she slipped off her clothes, stepping out of
her juice-drenched panties and throwing a flimsy dressing gown around her shoulders.
Janet caught a glance of herself in the mirror aroused fully, her mouth was open, her
full tits sported dark red nipples. Her thighs glistened a bit from the juice seeping from
her hole. Oh, could she be this hot for a dog... a goddamned dog? She'd think about it
tomorrow.
"Shep – Shep?"
Janet called out his name in a husky voice from the stairs. She rushed down the stairs
again. The silken gown clung to the curves of her body, caressing her jiggling tits.
Running to the large front window, Janet pulled the drapes, not wanting to give the
neighbors a show."Shep, come here and take care of Janet."
Oh God, could she really be saying this? If only she could tape this and play it back
later. That would be a lesson in humility!
"Shep?"
Just pronouncing his name steadied her nerves. Janet moved slowly toward the animal,
her shaking fingers clutching her gown. There could be no moral questions now, no
silent conversations with God. Janet shook her head, shaking away everything in her
mind. All that was left was the hungry throb of her warm cunt. She felt her delicate
cunt tissues flooding with juice. Clutching the gown even harder, she knelt down next
to the dog, scratching him behind the ears. She tickled his side with her toe. Shep
raised his head and gave her a sleepy look, then laid it back down on his paws again.
What could be wrong? "Shep?"
She sat on the floor, biting her lips and letting the gown slowly open. Her knees were
parted a little. The hot dampness of her pussy opened to the dog's mouth if he wanted
it.
"Come on, boy – come on Shep."
But the big dog still refused. Janet felt humiliated. She'd never gone this far before, even
with Brad. Always it was the male who came to her, who was pounding down her door,
who tore off her clothes. She never had to entice a man to look at her. And there she
was, squatting in front of this German shepherd, offering her hot, throbbing cunt to
him and he was ignoring it! Janet couldn't believe this was happening. She was
flaunting herself shamelessly and being refused.
Frantic, the woman pushed one finger into her soppy cunt and pushed it at Shep. She
never touched herself like that for this reason but now she was past the point of no
return. Oh God, she could feel the muscles of her cunt clenching at the invading digit.
Didn't Shep realize just how hot she was, how she wanted him?
"Come on boy, look. Come on, don't you want it, don't you want me?"
The animal sniffed her finger and cocked his ears. For a second the woman thought
something was going to happen. But then Shep backed away, sighing and closing his
eyes.
This was too much! If she weren't so hot Janet could have kicked the dog out of the
house and never let him back in. But she was so hot she could cry. Refused by a dog! It
was too much to bear! The woman scrambled to her feet and hurried to the kitchen. A
wild idea flashed through her mind. Women used perfume to entice men, to seduce
them. Well, she'd use something like that with Shep. What could excite him? What did
dogs like to smell, to eat best? Rummaging frantically through the cabinets she grabbed
a bottle of meat sauce. Janet hesitated for a second, closing her eyes and fighting down
a sickness in her throat. No she was going to go through with it! She had told herself
there would be no moral conversations, no thoughts directed to morality. All she would
think about was satisfying her pussy. And if the dog could do it, then all the better!
Janet slammed the cabinet shut and rushed back into the living room. Just thinking
about what she was going to do made her body thrill. Her pussy flooded hard now,
enough to soak the pubic curls. As she walked back into the front room, her cuntlips
pressed together, forcing out more slick juice. Sitting down in front of the sofa, she
called out Shep's name and saw the dog prick up his ears again. God, he seemed to
have a mind of his own!
"Shep," she sighed again, opening her gown and letting the garment slide off her
shoulders."Come here, Shep, come here and lick."
Janet fell back against the edge of the sofa and opened the top of the bottle, shaking
some of the meat sauce on her belly and tits. The cold liquid made her flesh quiver and
pucker into goosepimples. She winced at first, then mastered what resistance she had.
Putting down the bottle, Janet moved her right hand up to the large brown pools now
shimmering on her belly and tits and smoothed them around with her shaking fingers.
The pungent odor of the sauce reached Shep's quivering black nostrils. It didn't take
the animal long to realize what was going on. He rose from his comfortable resting
position and trotted on over to Janet.
"That's it, boy, that's it. Ohhhh yes, good doggie, good Shep."
Slowly he started licking at her side where the brown fluid had dribbled down. Janet
sucked in a ragged breath at that first light touch of his tongue. She was shaking with
anticipation, anxious to have him bury his muzzle in her cunt, eat her like a bitch in
heat.
Yes, she was a bitch. The thought shot through her confused mind and found a
comfortable resting place. And she no longer cared. Janet breathed out Shep's name
again, petting his sturdy haunches as he licked the sauce from her navel. No one paid
as much attention to her, it seemed, as the dog.
"Yes, there... uhhooohhhh yes, there," she sighed.
Shep was going strong now, having dropped his earlier lazy attitude in favor of licking
Janet's good-tasting flesh. She moved her legs sensuously against the carpeting, loving
the sensation of the prickly piling against the backs of her thighs. It excited her to know
the smell of the stuff pleased Shep. She felt excited also to be greasing herself down and
feeling the dog licking her clean. His tongue went wherever she smeared the brown
sauce. She tried it around her neck and the animal dutifully licked there. Janet started
moving her hips rhythmically back and forth in fucking movements. The animal started
growling that smothered, exciting growl of his. More juice flooded from her hole,
wetting down her buttocks and the carpeting immediately underneath. She'd have to
clean the rug before Melanie came home.
"Ohhhhhh"
Janet spread her thighs a little more and turned the bottle around. She shook some of
the fluid into her steamy cunt. The woman felt it drenching her already soaked cuntmound, 
dripping down her ass, mixing with the flowing juices oozing from her slot.
Shep lurched forward and started eating wildly at her pussy. His nose pressed up and
down her slit, forcing her inner lips apart, stretching her cuntmouth. It was what she'd
been wanting all this time, what she'd needed these past three weeks acting as Melanie's
prison guard. Oh, how could she have been so blind, so stupid to believe she could do
without sex? Now she could laugh at herself, laugh at all the fine resolves she'd made in
the privacy of her bedroom. No, she wasn't a nun. She could no more stay away from
sex now than a starving man could push away a ten-course dinner'
"MMMMOHHHHYESSSSSS!"
Janet moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders against the sofa's edge. She petted Shep
with both feet while he licked and lapped and wet her cunt with doggie spit. Oh, it
didn't matter any longer that he was an animal, a dumb beast incapable of human love.
What did she need with human love or any love of that kind? She had trouble enough
with her daughter. No, all she cared for was the satisfaction of the pressure between her
legs.
"Fuck, fuck," she babbled.
Shep growled, letting his teeth nip along the puffed lips of her cunt. The resulting
sensation nearly made her come in his mouth. It hurt a little, in a way that made the
woman grind her ass for more. The fear she felt wasn't enough to make her kick the
animal .away. No, she wanted more, more of that delicious pain that had her squirming
on the rug, jerking her head back, making her reach up and pinch her hardened nipples
between her thumbs and forefingers, wishing a man could be there to do that'
"UhhOOHHHHHH'"
Janet humped her back, pressing her cunt up harder against the dog's mouth. His fangs
dug along the silky flesh, neck hairs bristling. Again he growled and tossed his head.
"DAMN!"
The sauce bottle slipped from her hand and rolled on the floor. Janet clawed at the
dog's furry back, urging him on as her pussy came towards a wild climax. Her body
was responding fast to the sloppy friction against her pussy. The dog leaped higher,
licking her all over. He pawed at her thighs, then slipped his tongue into her body,
forcing the swollen cuntmeat wide enough for him to lick both the sauce and her pussy
juice. He rolled and licked around the sensitive ring of her cunt muscles. Janet felt them
convulse and tighten around the dog's muzzle and tongue each time he stuck it deep.
"NOOOO!"
The woman pranced her ass around in circles, then plunged it up and down to increase
the friction. When he raked her clit again, she came, fast. Grunting from the wild tickle
that built to a sharp peak and choked off her breathing, Janet came once more with an
animal between her legs. Oh God, how much longer would this go on? How much
longer could it go on?


Chapter 7

It was over again, over with that vague feeling of guilt hanging over her head like some
dark rain cloud. When she'd closed her thighs to him, trying to choke off his tonguing
of her cunt, the animal kept on humping. He was learning fast. It hadn't occurred to
Janet all these times that Shep had wanted to get off too. He was trying to rub his
prong against her thighs. She petted his neck and let him hunch against her until she
felt hot streaks spurt out. Dogs did it so fast! They didn't seem to care about dragging
out the act at all. He barked, then went back to the fireplace to curl up and lick himself.
Now the woman stood by the bar, wiping herself off with an old dishrag and throwing
her gown back over her shoulders. Guilt, yes. But now she was starting to take those
vague feelings of guilt for granted. Could she go through life like some twentieth
century Lady Macbeth? She padded up to the bar and poured herself a drink. No, she
wasn't going to feel guilt any more if she could help it. Yes, the vodka felt good, good
burning down her throat. Gulping down the liquid quickly, the woman turned and ran
up the stairs. Once in the shower she thought less and less of what had happened down
there in the living room. She felt so relaxed, so good all over. Janet pushed her head
under the warm water and sighed, working up a lather until it covered her swollen cunt
completely.

* * *

At Sandra's Jack lost little time in rushing Melanie upstairs and into the bedroom. They
kissed passionately, his big hands crawling all over her asscheeks. When he squeezed
and tugged, he forced her cuntlips to unstick and peel back. Juice seeped from her slot,
soaking the crotch panel of her panties. Melanie was happy – oh, so happy! Somewhere
in the house Sandra and Tommie were getting it on. Well, let them. She had her own
pussy to think of.
"Oh baby, you don't know how much I've looked forward to this," Jack said, pulling
away and looking down at her.
There was something a little different in his voice, something that made Melanie screw
up her eyes and look curiously at him.
"Something wrong?" the girl asked, feeling a little nervous.
"No... uh, nothing. Come on," Jack said, taking her by the arm and leading her to the
bed.
Melanie felt herself floating on air. Her clothes seemed magically to come off, to float to
the floor while Jack stood in front of her, his eyes burning into hers. In seconds, it
seemed, they were both naked, lying on the bed, his legs pressing hers down while his
cock edged through her cunthairs to her pussy. Oh, he was moving too fast, too fast!
Melanie tried to tell him that, to tell him not to fuck her yet. Her pussy was hot, too
tight, too wet, too anxious to come. If he touched her pussy with that prick, she'd...
"WWWAWWWWWW!"
It was too late. Jack had slipped his cock halfway in, the rod touching the slick bottom
of her clit. That was all she needed. Bucking and jerking like an electrified frog, the girl
came hard and fast. She clawed his shoulders, calling out his name, saying all sorts of
things about his cock and her cunt as wave after wave of orgasm shot through her.
When it was over Melanie lay like a limp rag on the bed, ashamed she'd popped off so
early. Jack's prick was out of her cunt, although he was still on top of her, pushing his
fingers through her long blonde hair.
"You're one hell of a hot fuck, baby. But I'm still good and hard. What can you do for
it?"
Melanie looked down at that eight-incher, her throat tightening. Could she take
something like that in her mouth? She and Sandra had talked about doing something
similar before. But the girl never thought she'd be in a position where sucking off a guy
was a possibility.
"I...I don't know."
"Well, baby, if you don't know what to do, I do," Jack said.
There was that cold note again in his voice, that new tone that frightened her. Melanie
inched away from him. Jack caught her by the wrist and held her tightly, a smile
crawling across his lips.
"You're not going to be shy, are you, baby? Come on, the way you were coming over
the phone, the way you cut loose just now, you're gonna tell me you're not interested in
foolin' around?"
Melanie felt his fingers closing tightly around her wrist. She began to be frightened,
although she couldn't say why at the moment. He rolled her over and shoved her face
into the pillow while folding both legs over hers. Melanie caught her breath, twisting
her face around and trying to peer over her shoulder to see what was going on.
"Nice ass," Jack commented, smoothing his hands over the firm, rounded buns. She felt
his fingers slipping down her asscrack, tickling the few blonde curls peeking around up
from her cunt, then moving his fingers back to her shitter."Real nice," he moaned,
holding her firmly by the hips while trailing his tongue down her long, curved spine.
Melanie shuddered, curling her fingers and digging them into the pillow. She drew her
knees forward a little, making her ass raise up. She felt Jack's tongue moving up and
down her asscrack, stopping at her shitter and stiffening. He was trying to push in, to
enter her asshole! The girl groaned, spreading her knees apart, feeling a sharp hot
shock pierce her clit as he shoved his tongue in!
"Oh, what are you doing to me?" she babbled, sucking in air with a loud wheeze.
"What the fuck do you think?" he asked, reaming her shitter lips with the tip of his
tongue.
Melanie bounced her ass in the air, feeling her clit come to life again as Jack stroked her
pussy mound with one finger. Melanie sucked in another deep breath, feeling her chest
tighten. He was going to fuck her in the ass. She instinctively knew that. He was
pushing a finger in her asshole now, wriggling it around, stretching the tight lining
while moving his mustachioed lips up and down over her shit-chute. Her thighs tensed,
quivered, then relaxed as Jack stroked her clit.
"I... I don't think I can take it... take it there," Melanie said hesitantly.
"You can take a cock anywhere you damned well want," Jack said, backing away and
holding his prick in one hand.
"No, I really..."
He shut her up with a whack of the hand over her asscheeks. Melanie cried out, her
eyes bugging out as her buttocks burned with the force of that blow. She started getting
up and he backhanded her, slapping her buns again and again.
"What's wrong with you?" the girl wailed, reaching back and trying to stop him.
Jack caught her by one hand, pulling it hard toward him, then shoving it down to the
mattress.
"Take it. baby, take it all in your goddamned asshole." he said.
Melanie twisted around again. She started moving her legs forward, sliding one toward
the edge of the bed. This had gone far enough. He was turning into some kind of
caveman. The blonde teen didn't need this kind of act. She was nearly halfway off the
bed when Jack stretched out one hand and caught her by the throat. He knocked her
back onto the bed, grabbing her left hand and twisting it around to the right, forcing
her back onto her belly. Her ass was high in the air and her tits were nearly touching
her chin. Melanie could smell the freshly washed linen as she inhaled sharply.
"STOP IT!" she screamed, trying to get off the bed again.
Jack stopped her fumbling by sticking two fingers into her shitter, twisting them
around, watching the girl's body jerk and twitch in surprise and pain.
Melanie's eyes rounded, her mouth opening and letting out a rush of air. She wanted to
scream, to call to Sandra for help. But nothing came out. Her vocal chords were
paralyzed. When Jack pulled his fingers out, it felt as if her guts slipped out with them.
Strangely enough a twisted, lusty feeling in and around her shitter inflamed her cunt as
if someone had been sucking on it all the time. What on earth was going on inside her
body?
"Now you going to lay still so I can fuck your ass?"
Melanie let out a choked sob, something the young man took as an affirmative answer.
Jack puffed behind her. Melanie waited, wondering what this would feel like. His dick
was so big – so thick and long. She had had a difficult time with him in her pussy. But
then she was so wet, so hot that he could have shoved in a dick larger than he had and
she wouldn't have minded. But shoving that cock into her shitter? The girl twisted her
head around to see what he was doing.
Jack grabbed the front of her hips. She knew from the angle of his grip that Jack was
positioned well for his fucking. He arched his back slightly, watching as Melanie arched
her back.
"You want it, baby?"
"No, no," she answered after a little hesitation."Sure you do. Man, you got your ass
prancin' for it," Jack said.
He inhaled sharply, holding his breath, and shoved forward hard.
"NOOOO WAWWWHHHH!"
The pain was something terrible, something new, something that made her bolt forward
and hit her forehead against the padded headboard. She felt the bed rocking under her
knees. Melanie gasped, feeling her stomach buck.
"Take it, bitch – take this fucker," Jack growled again.
Melanie screamed louder this time. The whole tight ring of her ass was being driven up
into her guts. She felt the tearing pain all around the out side of her asshole. It was as if
it were being torn loose with a hammer. Then suddenly the pressure against her asshole
eased for an instant. Melanie relaxed, letting out her breath. She clawed the pillow,
praying Jack would give up this idea and let her go. She didn't have the stomach any
longer for sex play.
"OHHHHHH!"
Her arms shot out, saliva spraying from her mouth. The girl's eyes bulged and her neck
cords stood out. Harsh, guttural sounds came out as Jack shoved down again, this time
worming his prickhead into her asshole.
"Oh yeah, baby, work that ass around... uhghhh, like that. Yeahhhh, man, you know
how to do it, Mel. Yeah, feels real good against my cock. Yeah, milk it like that," Jack
said. He reached down under her shitter, stroking her clit, laughing as he felt her juices
flowing out and wetting down his fingers.
Melanie felt him let go of her hip. The girl felt his hand reaching under, up to one tit.
The young woman squirmed, moving her ass back toward his hairy belly.
"Move it, move it like that," Jack said, slapping her asscheeks again. He loved watching
those asscheeks redden with his fingermarks and jiggle with the force of each loud slap.
"UnnghhoOHHH!"
Even though her asshole had stretched somewhat she felt as if he were splitting her
open. Melanie felt the pain of his slow insertion radiating out in her ass, spreading to
the outer rounded edges of her asscheeks. That wide head seemed to go on forever,
screwing in deeper and deeper. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. Oh, this hadn't
been planned for at all! Jack was a sick pervert. She'd never see him again. Oh, once she
got away he could rot before she talked with him again.
"Ohhhh, it... hurts..."
"It didn't seem to bother you when I fucked you before, popping your cherry. Ohhh,
yeahhhuhhhh..." Jack groaned.
Now both his hands were on her nipples, the fingers pinching those hard little nubs,
rolling them like peas around and around. The girl grunted, jerking her body from side
to side. For a second she thought he was going to tear them off her tits.
"Fuck it out, baby, go on, fuck yourself on my cock," Jack whispered, biting her earlobs
while piledriving his cock into her ass.
The teen's body shivered and jiggled with the force of his brutal fucking blows. In spite
of the agony, in spite of the humiliation she was being put through, she felt the pain
gradually decreasing. It was as he'd said – she was relaxing, able to take his prick
without the pain she'd felt earlier. Melanie felt his cockshaft sliding past the tight ring
of muscles guarding the entrance to her asshole: She straightened her legs a little, just
enough to take the strain off her ass and thighs. Ohhhh, it was so good to have him
fingering her pussy now, touching her clit, stroking it with one finger while sticking
another into her soppy hole!
"That's it, honey, relax – take it all and relax," Jack breathed.
Melanie's arms spasmed. The big stud started pulling his cock back. The stretching of
her asshole made her cunt spasm wildly.
"Melanie, baby, you dig it, right?" Jack asked, pinching her nipples, then going back to
his careful fingerfucking.
"Ohhhh stop it, please," she answered.
The girl bit her lip. She couldn't sob now, not with the insistent motions of that rigid
cock in her ass. Melanie pushed her asscheeks toward him, trying to see some relief
from the sucking sensation in her ass. But Jack kept pulling back, shaking the sweat off
his face and grinning as he watched her efforts.
"Move that ass... yeah, move it like you want to gobble up more of my fuckin' cock."
Jack stopped his withdrawal and peered down. Only the head was embedded in her ass;
the rest of the shaft trembled violently between her asscheeks. He sucked in a breath
and held it, then shoved his cock back in.
Melanie squeaked, her pussy going into wild spasms of sexual need. The membranes of
her slick cunt tightened, gripping his sliding prick as it gurgled into her shitter.
 "Ohhhhhh GOD!"
Melanie felt torn to pieces. She moved her body from left to right, feeling his fingers
massaging her nipples until it seemed someone had poured burning gasoline on those
throbbing red tips. Her round, firm ass mounds flexed against Jack's flat belly, looking
for more of that wild fullness threatening to split her ass open.
"Eat it up – go for it!" Jack shouted.
The girl was tearing at the coverlet now, her nostrils flaring, her eyes bulging while
sweat made her flesh glisten. Juice oozed from her cunt, wetting her thighs. Her knees
jerked forward, then slipped back until the backs of her legs were pressing against Jack's
hairy groin. Yes, yes – this was hideously wonderful. Ass fucking! If someone had told
her she'd be enjoying something as initially painful and degrading as this she would
have told them they were crazy! But now...
"UNNNOOOHHHH!"
The movement of his cock sent shivery thrills through her ass as he slid deeper into her
gut. Melanie felt as if her belly were ballooning with cockmeat. She thought his prick
would surely have to stop. Oh, it couldn't go much farther. Surely he would reach
bottom, stop before he slipped all his eight inches into her shitter!
But still his prick kept sliding farther up her ass. Melanie's shitter nerves seemed to
quiver with excitement as his cock moved deeper and deeper into her body. It was as if
his prick were actually growing, becoming the size of a cannon.
Then Jack started pulling back again. Melanie thought he was pulling a foot of cock
from her ass. Site angled her ass up, clawing at the crushed pillow her head rested on.
"Take it!" Jack said in a strangled whisper.
He was going forward again. Melanie pressed her ass back against him, arching her
spine. The strange fullness in her was starting to excite the panting teen. Oh, how she
loved it now as his prick went deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. Melanie
sucked in a breath, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. His cockhead went up and
up, filling her until she thought it would be coming through her mouth in a second.
He slid his prick back again, her insides trying to follow the fat head out. Melanie
thought that odd suction in her butt would drive her crazy.
"Mmmmm, take it, take it," Jack repeated.
The tempo of his ass-ripping prick increased. It was wonderful and horrible at the same
time. One part of her mind wished it would be over with while the other begged for
more and longer.


Chapter 8

"Huhhhr! Huhhr! Huhhhrrr!"
Melanie grunted each time Jack shoved his cock into her asshole. Her eyes were glazed
and rounded. Her cheeks were flushed and stained with perspiration and tears while
her hair hung in tangles around her ears, splashing across her knuckles. She had a look
of terrible, strained concentration as the sound of fucking filled the large bedroom.
"Man, can't hold back," Jack groaned.
Melanie let out a long, low wail, her fingers pushing into the pillow. She closed her
eyes, feeling him thrusting back and forth, trenching out her asshole. The resulting heat
from all that friction made the girl think her tissues were on fire. As the ramming
length and speed of the strokes increased, Melanie felt heat slicing into the sides of her
clit. Her cunt was tightening, clutching, then relaxing, grabbing at the fingers that
teased it along its full length.
"Uhhhh..."
Melanie grunted with the effort of keeping up with his fucking strokes. All the
sensation of her body shifted suddenly from her cunt to her asshole. The stretched ring
seemed to draw in all the energy she had.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it. Man, I'm gonna shoot all my cum up your ass, understand?"
"Ohhhh, no, don't, pull it out. You can't do this to me... unnhhgoohhhh..."
Jack pinched her nipples harder, slipping three fingers into her cunt and rubbing the
knuckles against her clit. She thought she was going to piss from the excitement as her
pussy snapped shut, trapping his fingers for a moment.
"Shit, you're gonna pull 'em outta joint with your snatch," Jack commented, twisting
his fingers around and around.
Melanie loved the sensation of his jagged fingernails scraping her pussy walls, slicing
into the slick folds and hollows while his prick reamed her shitter. Oh, she was going
mad with sensation. She couldn't tell up from down or even where the most pleasurable
spasms were occurring any more. Her circuits were overloaded with ecstatic delight.
Her entire body seemed to be spasming, coming, turning into one big twitching clit!
Yes, yes, she wanted his prick everywhere. She wanted him to shove it in her cunt, split
her asscheeks apart, shove it down her throat until she gagged for air!
With a grunt Jack rammed his cock all the way down into her ass. He shifted his thighs
from side to side, rubbing his balls against her buttocks. His prick hit her like a freight
train. Screaming, the girl felt a cataclysm of fire in her ass. Jack was coming. He
pinched her nipples cruelly, then stroked her clit, pinching that tiny organ until the girl
shrieked.
"WAWWWWHHHH!"
The thick spurting masses of jizz burned into her shitter like jets of fire. Her cunt shut
on his probing fingers, pulling at them so hard the young man had to tug forcefully to
free them.
"OHHHHH yeah, baby, yeah, go for it. Man, it feels real good to have my prick in
your butt. Yeah, real nice havin' my cum shootin' into you," Jack murmured, stroking
her nipples and pussy while keeping his cock buried up her ass to the hilt.
Melanie was out of control. She swayed like a drunk, gasping in lungfuls of air,
wheezing as she rocketed up to orgasm. Just as Jack started tapering off the girl peaked.
"UNNGOHHHHHW-A-WWWHHHHH!"
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensations in her ass.
She wept, shaking her head violently, her hair splashing across her face and wrists. Her
mouth opened and rushes of air blew over her teeth. Her overloaded brain went wild as
she fought to keep that prick in her asshole. Jack laughed at her, working his cock out,
then screwing it back in just when Melanie thought he was going to pull it out
completely.
"OHHHHH!"
The jolts of cum finally faded, leaving the girl exhausted. She felt the wide, flaring head
slip out of her asshole.
"That's real nice, Mel, real nice," Jack said, moving his hands lovingly over her
buttocks.
"Damn you, damn you," she whispered, burying her face in the pillow. Her asshole still
felt stretched, felt as if his cock were still inside her. She moved her thighs back and
forth, feeling her rubbery cuntlips slipping over one another. She had thought this was
going to be a wonderful evening, spelt with a hunky stud. He was going to fuck her,
make her feel more and more like a woman. Well, he'd fucked her all right, fucked her
in the ass like some kind of fag! My God, what on earth was he? What kind of animal
was he?
Turning around, the girl brushed tears from her eyes and stared angrily up at him. Jack
was still on his knees, wiping some shit off his cock and grinning sheepishly at her.
"You... you get away from me. You're a pervert! No one else would... would fuck a girl
like this," she said in a trembling voice. No, she shouldn't even be here saying this to
him. All this was partly her fault, too. If she were a true lady she wouldn't be sprawled
out like this.
"Didn't seem like you had any complaints earlier."
Melanie narrowed her eyes, turning around and dragging part of the coverlet over her
naked body. Oh, she wished she were a man, wished she had something hard to hit
him with! He was laughing at per. He didn't care about her feelings, about her injured
pride. He'd had his fun and that was all he wanted!
"I want to go home," Melanie said, crawling off the bed. Oh, how her ass hurt! The
backs of her legs ached as well as she slid off the mattress and padded across the room.
She flipped the bolt back with a loud crack, then turned around. Jack was sitting on the
bed, his hairy legs spread apart, his back resting against the headboard. He looked like
a king, someone so sure of himself, it was sickening. He was leering at her, playing with
his limp cock, sure she'd be back. Well, he had another think coming to him. It would
be a cold day in hell before...
"You'll get there. Maybe your old lady would like a toss in the sack."
That was the second time he'd said something like that! Oh, would he attack her
mother? No, that was stupid. But Melanie thought better of recommending him to her
mother again as a good repairman. There just was a chance that the young man might
try something. Oh, how could she ever face her mother again if Jack were to... No, it
was too horrible to think of. She'd get cleaned up and go. In the morning she'd have to
talk to Sandra about Jack.
"I'm going home," Melanie said, biting her lower lip and slipping out of the room.
"I'll take you. But you'll be back, baby. You'll be back for this," he shouted through the
door. He smiled, peering down at his prick. It had started to grow long and thick all
over again. The big stud sighed. He would like to have fucked Melanie again. But the
girl was too upset. He wasn't about to rape her in Sandra's house and face problems not
only from the girls but from the police. She'd come around. And maybe, just maybe,
her mother might be fair game as well.
Jack smiled, closing his eyes and folding his hands behind his head. He'd seen Janet a
few times in the yard prancing around in a bikini. The neighbors around there
disapproved of the young woman and her daughter, something that found favor in
Jack's mind. Melanie's mother spent most of her time to herself. Wouldn't a woman
that attractive and relatively young be a volcano of lust ready to explode? He laughed
quietly, his cock rigid now, sticking up like a barber pole as he thought of the
possibility of fucking both mother and daughter. What a turn-on. He'd have to think
better on it.

* * *

The following day Melanie slept late. It was the weekend and there was little homework
for her to worry about. When she slipped downstairs around eleven, she found her
mother fighting with the dishwasher again.
"Morning, Mom," she chirped, sliding onto her seat and grabbing the orange juice. She
tried acting normal even though her asshole still hurt from the previous night's fucking.
Even though Jack had offered to drive her home, she refused, preferring to walk. Of
course she had to wait at least an hour before returning. Her mother would have
become suspicious if she suddenly appeared before her announced time. This afternoon
Melanie would talk to Sandra. Something had to be done about Jack.
"Ohhh, this darned thing," Janet muttered, knitting her eyebrows together and kicking
the machine."What was your friend's name, the one who's a mechanic?"
Melanie felt her blood run cold. Jack – here? No, no, she couldn't let that happen. The
girl set her orange juice down and pushed her fork around the plate.
"Oh, he's not home now, I think," she said, desperately fishing around for excuses.
"Please, Melanie, I've got to get this thing fixed," Janet said, eyeing the big German
shepherd playing outside. Shep was rolling around on the grass, playing with his
shadow, jumping up at the low-flying sparrows and barking happily. The woman felt
her cunt contract as if someone had touched it with a feather. No, she couldn't be
thinking things like this while her daughter sat there eating breakfast! What on earth
was she turning into?
"How about the appliance store? They've got lots of guys who..."
"I called already and they said they couldn't get anyone out here 'til Thursday. I'm
giving that dinner party Wednesday. Now come on, Melanie, I've got to know your
friend's name."
The girl felt panicky. She'd promised her mother and at the time the thought of having
Jack introduced here seemed a good one. But after last night Melanie wasn't sure. Of
course her mother was a grown woman. In spite of what Jack said, she didn't think he'd
do anything here. But still a doubt hung in her mind like a cloud.
"Jack... Jack Gascoyne," she said, her face burning at the mention of the name.
Thank God her mother hadn't noticed her flushed cheeks, her lowered eyes as she
reached for the phone pad and pencil.
"Do you have his phone number?"
Melanie gave it, feeling strange about this whole thing. Her mother and Jack. The
thought of the two of them together made her shiver.
"I'll call him today. I'm sure he could use some extra money," Janet said. Melanie
watched as her mother moved to the phone.
"I'm going over to Sandra's," she said, bolting from the table. Somehow she just
couldn't stand to watch her mother making that call. There was something obscene,
something unnatural about this whole situation. Jack's threat echoed in her ears as she
ran out the door. Fucking her mother? Jack? The idea made her sick. She'd have to talk
to Sandra about this.
Janet didn't think too much about her daughter's rather odd behavior. Melanie had
been acting strangely for the past several months. She phoned the number, reached
someone who at first seemed terribly suspicious of her. But Jack became friendly...
perhaps a little too friendly. But then again, Janet told herself, kids today were a lot
different. She told him her problem, offered a fair wage, and was glad he would be able
to come over after three.
"Well, that settles that," she said, kicking the defunct dishwasher. As she dumped the
breakfast dishes into the sink, Janet glanced out the small kitchen window and saw
Shep still running about, chasing butterflies. His big bushy tail wagged back and forth
seductively. Oh, this was going too far! It was early morning! Her daughter could be
running back into the house at any second. Wasn't she able to control her emotions
any longer?
"This is... awful!"
Janet passed a hand over her forehead, leaning against the kitchen counter. Her legs
were shaking, her fingers were icy. She felt her flesh crawling while her nipples poked
invitingly against her halter. It was happening allover again. Wouldn't this terrible
desire to make it with the dog leave her alone? Was it some curse, just like those silly
curses she'd seen plague people in grade-B horror movies?
The woman put her hands together against her mouth, trying to find the strength to
fight off that hot, pulsing feeling in her pussy. The room seemed to be moving around
her. Her nerve endings were becoming frazzled, twitching with excitement. No, she
couldn't refuse her body this time. Once again she was overpowered by that dark force
that had been unleashed just a short while ago. Like a zombie, Janet crossed the kitchen
and opened the rear door. No, no one was spying on her. She saw Shep had heard the
door creak open. He stood motionless in the center of the yard, his ears pricked up, his
tail stretched out, his forelegs trembling. Janet felt her voice freeze for a moment, then
thaw out from the rising sexual heat. Oh, how hard her heart was beating! She could
hardly form the words choked in her throat.
"Shep, come here!"
Janet looked nervously around again, feeling as if she'd shouted the words out and that
everyone knew what they meant.
"Come," she repeated.
The animal lowered his head slightly and ran forward, his sleek body rippling with
muscles. He stopped in the kitchen by the refrigerator. Janet turned in the doorway and
saw him scratching at the door. Oh Lord, was she going to have to beg him – beg a
dog? The thought was inconceivable!
"Come here!"
Janet was trembling as she moved back and started petting the animal's fur. He like
affection. The woman swallowed nervously.
"Be a good dog. Come on, come on to bed," she said, getting up and running into the
living room. She locked the door, checked the walk once more to make sure Melanie
wasn't coming back, then rushed back to the stairs. Shep was waiting there, his nose
tilted up, his hairs bristling around his throat. Yes, he was growing excited, finally able
to understand what was about to happen. Janet gripped her stomach, closed her eyes
and fought off lil' series of spasms passing through her cunt. Oh, was she this hot, this
excited to have the dog on her? Yes, yes – how shameless, but yes!
Somehow she managed to make it up the stairs to the bedroom, her cuntlips burning
against each other. The animal followed her into the room, keeping his distance from
her this time. How odd! Normally he was prancing around, getting underfoot, sticking
his nose up into her crotch impatiently. Now...
Locking he bedroom door the woman quickly stripped, climbing onto the bed and
patting the section next to her.
"Here, up here, Shep."
The German shepherd crossed lazily to the bed and bounded up. He sat on his
haunches, his tongue hanging out of one side of his mouth. He looked at her with a
slightly tilted head.
Janet was on fire! She knew the reason, knew it was because her sexuality was fully
aroused now. She didn't need a dog. She needed a man, a strong, virile man to take
care of her. But there was only Shep around... Shep with that wonderful tongue.
"Nice dog..."
Janet started petting the dog, her hand slipping under his powerful furry chest.
Gingerly she felt back along the thinning fur until she found the bulge of his
cocksheath. For a second the woman left it there, then jerked it away as if she'd touched
something very hot.
"No, what am I doing?"
Her grazing touch, however, brought about a change in the German shepherd's
behavior. He whimpered and licked at her arm. She could see a tiny bit of red poking
out of the sheath. Sucking in a deep breath the woman reached out and started
massaging him. No one would know what went on here. There was only her and the
animal, neither one willing or able to talk.
Cock, cock, ,Janet thought, wishing it were a man next to her.
"Good dog," she gasped, feeling his prick sliding out farther. Oh, what could she be
doing? Her daughter – her reputation! Everything seemed to fly out the window as she
toyed with this animal. God in heaven help her – she was enjoying it! Finally, Janet
thought, she'd sunk all the way to the bottom. How wonderful!


Chapter 9

"Ohhh, dear God in heaven, what am I doing?" Janet asked herself the question again
and again as she felt the slick length of Shep's prick against her fingers. He was hard,
stiff, ready to fuck. Janet groaned, feeling her juices seeping out of her velvety hole. Her
cunt hairs were clinging together. As she moved her knees farther apart, she felt the
sticky outer lips peel back. Yes, yes – she didn't want him to hold back now. She was
going to give him everything, let him do whatever he wanted with her.
"Good... ughhhohhhh, good dog," she groaned again...
The dog licked at her wrist, then lapped himself. She let go and fell back on the bed,
twisting her head to one side. She saw herself in the mirror – naked, stretched out, her
face red with lust, her eyes glazed as the dog nosed her thigh. He dragged his hot
tongue up along her cuntmound. The outer lips peeled back as more blood filled them.
Her pussy was welling open again, dribbling more and more juice. The feeling was
lovely! She flexed her thighs, tensing her asscheeks and rocking her hips from side to
side while Shep slopped his tongue up and down her wet slit.
"There... ohhhh yesss, there..."
She'd finally managed to excite him. And yet even though he was licking her cunt as
well as before she felt something was missing. Oh, why couldn't he do it harder? Why
couldn't he make his tongue longer-stiffer? She needed prickmeat! How terrible, but she
had to have a cock up her cunt! The thought flashed through' her mind and she knew
it was true!
"Fucking..."
The word had come automatically from her mouth. It seemed to echo through the
room like a shot. She froze, wondering if the dog understood? Oh, how stupid! Of
course not! And would she have the courage, the nerve to let him...? She'd let her hand
roam back there, let her fingers brush against the big rod. Could she turn over and let
him mount her, fuck her like the bitch she was?
"Nooooo..."
Wild images pranced through her mind, pictures of dogs fucking one another, of hot
bitches standing with their hindquarters spread widely apart while animals like Shep
clung to them, their small asses rising and falling quickly. Those knobs pressing against
her pussy walls, tickling her clit! The thought made her moan all the louder.
"Fuck!" she repeated.
Janet reached down and locked her fingers around the back of the animal's head. She
pulled him hard against her, using his snout as a dildo. He growled, wriggling his
tongue like a snake in her hole. Ohhhh, why couldn't she get fucked? The question
plagued her. Her juicy cuntlips clicked around his black wet nose. She was doing more
than just opening herself to Shep. Yes, she was actually fucking herself with the dog's
head. At times her fingers strayed into her cunt. She plowed the slippery folds apart and
let her nails cut the wet softness until she thought she was going to die from pleasure.
"Harder, damn it, harder!"
She was arching her back now, her shoulders against the mattress, rubbing the backs of
her legs against the coverlet. She gasped. Her head was spinning. She knew she'd
entered a new world. But Janet had done it so fast! Shep was starting to edge his teeth
against the small hollows of her thighs. Then he licked her cunt again. The woman
shivered, arching her back up higher from the bed. Janet pushed one finger into her
cunt and searched around, feeling the velvety walls throbbing against the invading digit.
Shep's tongue licked around her wrist and knuckles. Oh, if only that finger could turn
into a cock!
The thought brought a whimpery gasp from her throat. She grabbed the fur around
Shep's neck roughly and pulled the dog's nose into her seepng cunt. She had to have
something to fill herself with. Fingers weren't any damned good; No, she was going
onto something far more intense, something that would bring her the maximum
amount of pleasure.
"Fuck!"
Oh, the word made her shiver. She had to have something sliding in and out of her
pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Hot, chilly flashes shot through her cunt, making her clit stiff and hard and quivering.
The dog was concentrating on her seeping pussy at last. He centered his licking down
there. Each time he pushed his tongue down into the steamy folds, Janet tried hard to
imagine a... cock! Oh, those nights spent with Brad, those days when the two of them
fucked for hours in the coach's office drifted back to her again. She thought of him,
remembered his gentle, firm touch as he pushed his dick into her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHH, BRAD!"
If only he could materialize when she called out his name in heat. But God only knows
where he'd run off to when she announced her pregnancy! Ohhh – cock, dick – a
man's touch! When she tried to move so that the dog's tongue would go deeper, the
fantasy dissolved. Janet could tell it was something much softer than a cock. Shep
growled and gouged roughly around the pulsing, tense edges of her cunt. His back
humped as his instincts started guiding him. Janet whimpered again.
"Oh, I can't stop myself... can't stop" she said. Her chest was so tight it hurt. yes, she
had to do it, had to take a chance and do it.
Janet couldn't believe what she was doing. Folding one leg over the other she rolled
over. She could feel her tits pulling sensuously at her upper chest as she got up on her
hands and knees. Her belly sagged down slightly while her ass tilted up. Spreading her
knees apart. Janet felt the seepy lining of her pussy slowly become exposed to the
panting animal.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over again.
Janet closed her eyes, not wanting to think of what was really happening behind her.
She didn't want to think about the German shepherd, about his long knobby cock
hanging down from between his hindquarters. She thought of Brad, of any man who
would be behind her, holding his rigid prick in his hand, ready to fuck the hell out of
her.
"UmmmOHHHHHH!"
He was licking her ass again, his tongue lapping over her pussylips. The sensation was
maddening. Her elbows bent, then buckled, and she felt her thighs quiver with
excitement.
"Now, oh yes, NOW!"
Could she really go through with something like this? Could she actually let an animal
enter her, screw his prick into her hole and fuck her? Yes. Yes. She needed something
hard and hot and long inside her pussy. Once again Janet bucked her ass hotly up and
down, silently begging the animal for a fuck.
Shep barked, stretching his head forward and licking her juicy crack more fervently. He
pressed his muzzle up against her slot again. But Janet wanted more. She was tired of
the licking, of the fondling, of the wild teasing that left her unsatisfied.
"Nooo, fuck, fuck..."
The woman wagged her ass back and forth, strings of drool hanging down from the
corners of her mouth. She spread her knees yet farther apart, feeling as if every fold and
hollow of her pussy were peeled open to the sex-hungry animal now.
"Fuck..." she repeated.
Shep finally seemed to understand what she needed. He moved back, bending his head
down to lick his fully extended cock. Not feeling his touch, Janet turned her head
around and stared heavy lidded at the German shepherd. Oh, his cock was so red, so
slick, so... odd! It was pointed, shaped like a funnel with all those slick lumps on it! 
In a way his prick was disgusting. And yet in another way it was one of the most beautiful
things she'd ever seen. The woman turned her head around and stared blankly at the
wall, her face a mask of terrible concentration. No, she couldn't wait much longer.
Flames of ecstasy licked up her legs, thrilling her clit. She was all cunt – hot, wet,
clenching. The woman moaned long and low in her throat, tearing at the sheets and
pillows, bobbing her ass back and forth, waiting for the animal to make up his mind
and fuck her.
"OH!"
Janet stiffened, her eyes bugging out while her arms straightened. Her knees drew
together slightly. Shep was pawing her ass, licking her crack, then drawing back a little
to sniff at her cunthole. Ah, he was going to fuck her now! She knew it! The woman
braced herself, sucking in a deep breath and holding it. Her tits rolled forward slightly
as Janet curled her fingers again and dug the nails into the coverlet for support.
"UNNGHHHH!"
There was more scratching, whimpering, whining. Then Janet felt the mattress sag
immediately behind her. She closed her eyes tightly and shivered as a furry weight
slipped over her body. His forearms slid along her sides, curling around her waist and
holding on tightly while his hindquarters pressed up against the backs of her legs.
"My God, my God, what am I doing?" she asked out loud.
It was mind-numbing to be thinking of what was happening. She felt his weight on her
back, pressing it down, making her soft belly bow toward the mattress. Claws scraped
her skin painfully. But the pain was more than welcome. She was mounted, possessed –
something she'd wanted all these years. Brad had been like this, had taken her
completely, pinning her down while he drilled his cock into her. Now it would be
Shep's turn, screwing that bony knob into her body!
"FUCK!"
Janet was shouting now, shaking her body, nearly throwing the animal off several times.
Her heart pounded. Her cunt seeped more hot juice as the dog's forelegs curled more
tightly around her waist. She felt something hot and very slick pressing up against the
back of her thighs. Yes, yes – it was his prick, that thing with all the slippery bumps
she'd seen earlier sliding up toward her sucking hole.
"Oh Shep, yes..."
A wild thrill filled her chest. Her long blonde hair hung down, curtaining her face,
brushing over her knuckles. She waited there on her hands and knees for the animal to
fuck her! A warm trickle ran down both thighs, telling her just how hot she really was.
Her shapely ass moved, dipped, then rose up, enticing the animal. Now something
brushed over her crack. Shep was experimenting, trying to figure out the best position
to fuck her. Janet wasn't sure what to do. She shoved her ass back, tilting it up at a
better angle. A better angle? She almost laughed. How on earth was she supposed to
know at what angle a woman should have her ass positioned for a dog to fuck her?
"Ohhh my... God!"
She was grinding her teeth together. The woman babbled, throwing her ass around in
broad circles to urge the big dog on. Her tits rolled back and forth, the stiff nipples
sliding tantalizingly over the coverlet. Oh, she wished she could have a man's hands on
her nipples, squeezing and pinching them while his fat rod slipped in and out of her
hole.
"FUCK MEEE..."
Why was the animal taking so long? He had several false starts, stopping just when
Janet thought his cock was going to slide in. Oh God, she was surely going to pass out
if he didn't fuck her now.
Her pussy needed it.
Her entire body was begging for it.
Her...
"OHHHH..."
Janet's mind flashed a blank. He was doing it, actually doing it! She felt the pointed tip
sliding up through her frazzled cunt-thicket, pushing aside the wet pussy hairs, moving
slowly up to her cunt. She held her breath, afraid to make a move. Shep had found his
way, discovered the path to her juicing cunt. His forelegs tightened even more around
her upper chest while his hindquarters quivered with nervous anticipation. Janet
thought her heart was going to tear right through her ribcage. Her throat and chest
were so dry and tight. Oh God, hurry!
A flash of sexual hunger ripped through. Yes, yes, she, needed that long hard dick
slipping up toward her pussy. The angry red tip of the animal's cock was gouging along
the seeping heat of her crack, sliding lower and lower. The woman's excitement and
arousal were at a fever pitch. Then suddenly the red cock slipped forward an inch or
two, sliding into the convulsing mouth of her cunt.
"UGHHHHH!"
She'd done it, actually done it! Now as she knelt there, her mouth open, her eyes
bulging while strangled cries escaped her, Janet knew she'd done it, let the big dog fuck
her! She was moving her ass now up and down slowly, feeling that pointed tip pressing
against the slick sides of her cunt. All thoughts of her daughter, of all the moral things
she'd tried to instill in her Melanie's thoughts, evaporated. Now all the woman could
think about was that lovely dog behind her and his satisfying knobby cock.
"Yes, do it, fuck me, oh yes, Shep, fuck me good, make me feel like a bitch," she
growled, throwing her head around.
Janet was going out of control. The animal was holding onto her more tightly, more
possessively now. She was sweating under his prickly fur. Yes, yes, fucking was all there
was in the world. It was the only reason for living, for going through all the wild
absurdities she had to go through. It, was all worthwhile when it came down to this.
Her in the sack with a German Shepherd. The thought almost made her laugh again.
"UGHHHHHH!"
The knobs were like those on French ticklers. Brad had threaten to buy one of those
and experiment with it on her. But neither of them could find the courage to go out
and buy one in one of those sleazy sex stores. Besides, with all the fun they were having
with their bodies, why get something artificial. Maybe later...
But oh – now Janet realized how delicious it was having all those knobs and bumps
tickling her pussy lining! Each little protrusion brought a new excruciating tickle from
her aroused nerve endings. More juice gurgled out of her hole, running down her
thighs, wetting down the animal's hairy little balls. She backed into Shep harder,
wiggling her ass back and forth, wondering if he were enjoying this as much as she was.
The woman let out a wail, ending her cry in a low, throaty moan while her head hung
down. Fucking. Yes – wild, wonderful fucking.
"OHHH!"
He'd stopped. Taking stock of the situation Janet realized he was all the way in! Oh, she
couldn't believe it. She was fully fucked, completely pierced by that animal! She almost
fainted with excitement. This was how it was! This was true fucking, being completely
had by a male!
"OH GOD, GOD!" she cried, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Flashes of guilt
and shame shot through her. How could she be doing this? Oh Lord, he was drawing
back, pulling his prick out of her pussy, then sliding it back in. She felt his head
nestling in the valley between her jutting shoulder blades while he readjusted the
position of his hindquarters. Her stomach bucked, then turned over in disgust. What
could she have been thinking of when she got into this horrible position and let the
animal fuck her?
"NO, NO!"
Shep barked angrily, not understanding his mistress's sudden change in attitude. Janet
was trying to get out from under him. She tried moving forward. But she was trapped
between Shep and the headboard. He kept on fucking her, driving his rod faster and
faster into her hole. The woman felt her cunt-lining stretching, accommodating that
odd-shaped prick.
"No, I won't let this happen... I... won't," she panted, shaking her shoulders so violently
it threw the animal off-guard. With a shuddering groan, Janet managed to tear free of
her pet. She felt his rod slipping out of her hole as she grabbed the edge of the bed and
hauled herself free.
"Lord, no, no," she cried, running out of the bedroom, her knees nearly giving out as
she reached the door. Shep stood in the middle of the bed for a moment, looking at her
puzzled. Then he bolted for her. Screaming, the woman pushed herself away and
started for the bathroom. Oh, she had to get away, had to escape!


Chapter 10

The animal was pursuing her, barking along the hall. Janet stared wildly in front of her,
her heart pounding. She was moaning, her hands stretched out in front of her. Oh, how
her cuntlips burned, how her legs trembled. But she couldn't let the animal go any
farther than he already had. Something inside her, some bit of morality, had raised its
head and shouted at her to stop what she was doing. It was stronger than she'd
thought. All the shame and disgust of the moral world suddenly came down on her
head. She had to get away from that animal! Somehow Janet knew if she let him have
his way she'd be ruined forever.
"Filthy, dirty... animal!" she cried, seeing the open bathroom door in front of her.
"Have to get away... have to... uhhghhhh!"
She grabbed her ankles between his powerful jaws. Janet screamed, her eyes bulging as
her hands stretched in front of her. Terror knifed through her. He was digging his fangs
into her flesh, trying to bring her down to fuck her.
"Oh stop, STOP! Damn you... DAMN YOU!" she shouted.
Janet clenched her fists, beating at the big animal until he let go. She fell to the floor.
Dazed, she dug her fingernails into the carpeting and started dragging herself down the
hall to the bathroom. Shep was fast, bobbing his head around and sticking his muzzle
into her sopping cunt.
"OHHHHHH!"
The woman felt her cunt-walls spasming. She could feel the muscles trying to grab the
dog's nose. Her pussy convulsed when Shep's tongue rimmed the pulsing circles of
muscles. When Janet tried rolling away, he jumped on her, his paws hitting her thighs.
Oh, she felt his hot cock slipping along her thighs again, edging toward her cunthole.
"Stop, stop!"
Janet curled her legs, kicking the big dog. But he held on firmly. Shep was actually
trying to turn her over, roll her back into that bitch-fucking position. She wouldn't...
wouldn't...
But in spite of her resolve, the woman succumbed again to the dog's lapping. Groaning,
pinching her half-inch long red nipples, Janet folded one leg over the other and rolled
over. In a second he was back on top of her, his forelegs circled around her chest and
hugging her tight while his hindquarters edged up against the backs of her legs.
Fucking, fucking... yes, that's what this was all about.
"Ugnhhhh," the hot woman moaned.
Shep whined on top of her. And then it happened. The dog's hard, hot prick was slicing
into her pussy, pushing apart the convulsing lining of her pussy. Heat seeped up from
her violated pussy, radiating to all parts of her body. She snapped her head from side to
side while she grunted with pleasure and disgust. Oh God, she was a whore, the basest
slut! Nothing her daughter did could possibly equal this.
"God, fucking..."
Janet closed her eyes, conjuring up images that would help her forget that this was an
animal screwing her. Oh, how good and yet how awful that long, knobby thing
reaming her cunt felt!
"Huhhhrr! Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrr!" Janet cried each time the animal's prick slipped
into her hole, squishing out more hot juice. She could feel the dribbling warm streams
of pussy oil running down her thighs. She flexed her ass muscles, making her ass wiggle
slightly back and forth to increase the fucking friction. Oh, she wanted this over with,
wanted him to come...
Come? Once more the thought of having a dog's spunk shooting inside her sickened
the woman. Could she actually do this?
"NO!"
When she felt the dog's forelegs tighten around her waist, Janet bolted again, falling
forward again and pulling free from Shep's cock. The dog howled, but it was too late
for him to protest. He braced himself, dropping down and rubbing his prick swiftly
over the woman's legs. He was shooting his wad. Janet could feel hot cum spattering
against the backs of her thighs and ass.
"Ughhhhhh! "
Janet closed her eyes, grinding her teeth together while fighting down the bile rising in
her throat. She'd have to lay there quietly and let the animal get off on top of her. How
she wanted to run, to knock Shep off her buttocks and bolt for the bathroom. But she
thought better of it, remembering the way he bit her ankle. If she were to move now.
God only knew what the halfcrazed dog would do.
When it was over Janet climbed to her feet, holding onto the wall for support. Her legs
were still shaky, her cunt still burning from the animal's licking and fucking. In spite of
her moral horror at what had happened the woman couldn't ignore the arousal Shep
had triggered in her.
Glancing back to make sure the German shepherd wouldn't be following her, Janet
rushed from the area and ran into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut, reaching
around one shoulder and slipping the bolt in. For several minutes the woman leaned
against the door, her eyes closed, her tits rising and falling against her heaving chest as
she tried to catch her breath. Fucked by a dog? Her face pinched and reddened.
Someone was laughing? Who? Oh God, it was she laughing! God in heaven, she was
going hysterical!
I've got to get a grip on myself, Janet thought, putting the knuckles of one hand into
her mouth and biting down hard. This was awful terrible – but life was going to go on.
A warm trickle on her thighs reminded Janet of just how hot she still was. Oh, that
damned dog! For a moment Janet felt as if she were losing her mind.
"Oh Lord, I need a man," she whimpered, tears rolling down her thighs. Her heart beat
wildly. Her pussy seeped heat as the thought shot through her mind again and again.
Man, cock. Oh God, she needed a fucking badly!
Slowly Janet slipped to the .floor, sliding down against the wall on her back. She
squatted on the tiled bathroom floor for some time, sobbing quietly, holding her
burning face with both hands as she tried to get the image of what had just happened
from her mind. She couldn't accept what had happened. Oh God, what was going to
happen to her? How could she keep on raising Melanie when she was bending down
for their pet?
"Oh my God, my God, help me..."
Janet sobbed, rocking back and forth while Shep calmly licked his softening cock in the
hallway.

* * *

Back at Sandra's Melanie and her girlfriend were having something of an argument:
"But I didn't like it, Sandra... it hurt!" she complained, sitting on the edge of the girl's
bed.
"SH! My mom's gonna hear you!" Sandra warned in a tight voice, glancing nervously at
the closed door. So, the big, liberal Sandra wasn't so free when her parents were
around, Melanie thought smugly.
"I don't care. I thought you should know about him. He's... he's crazy!"
Melanie felt her heart beating faster and faster. Even as she sat there talking to her very
best friend, Melanie wished she could slip away and find Jack. Oh, how she wanted
him. The blonde teen felt her palms grow sweaty, her nipples stand up, her cunt move
like a tiny frightened animal. The outer lips of her pussy began to swell and pucker
while juice seeped out and dotted her pussy hairs. She crossed her legs, moving her
thighs subtly back and forth.
"What did he do? Fuck you in the ass and that's it? Come on, Melanie, it's not all that
bad," Sandra said, smiling at her. Her girlfriend had an annoying way of appearing
superior. If there were just some way she could get back at her.
"Well, that's not all, but that's enough," the blonde said hesitatingly. Melanie sucked in
her lower lip and kicked the side of the bed playfully. She fanned out her fingers and
leaned back, wishing she could spirit Sandra away and take on Jack.
"Come on. You want him and you know it," Sandra said, flashing a narrow-eyed
knowing smirk at her friend."Why don't you give him a call now. My mom's
downstairs, but she'll be going out at three."
Melanie went white. Her mother was going to call Jack and ask him to come over and
fix the washing machine today. When would it be? Glancing at the clock, she saw it was
two-thirty.
"Okay," Melanie said, leaning over and picking up the receiver. Her chest was tight
while her stomach bucked and turned over. The thought of having that stud in the
same room with her mother sickened her. Would he try something? Would her mother
succumb? Janet had been acting strangely lately. Melanie often wondered about her
mother's sex life. Wouldn't it be simply awful if Jack were to carryon with her, to fuck
her? Or what was worse if he attempted to fuck her and failed, Melanie would have hell
to pay for it!
She dialed his number, her mind whirling around as the phone at the other end rang
and rang. Finally Jack answered.
"Yeah?"
"Hi, it's Melanie," the girl said haltingly, glancing over her shoulder and signing Sandra
to leave the room. When she heard the door close quietly, Melanie began.
"For a chick who didn't want me you sure called up fast," he said in a low, sexy voice.
Jack then laughed, his breathing becoming heavier. Melanie's fingers tightened around
the receiver.
"I... I wondered if you could come over to Janet's around three. I want to talk to you."
It seemed as if the ceiling were going to crash down on her. She was actually begging
him to come and fuck her! Her fingers were so stiff, so cold! Melanie found she was
breathing through her mouth.
"Sure. But, uhhhh, it's gonna be a little later than three. I promised my dad I'd work on
his car for a while."
Melanie let out a sigh of relief! So, her mother didn't call him. Well, it was no surprise.
Janet didn't think much of today's youth. Probably on second thought she'd called the
appliance store, screamed a lot and managed to get a repairman sent out after all.
"Okay, I'll be here," Melanie said. Oh, how she hated the thought of her having askedhim 
here, of using her friend's house as a kind of brothel while Jack laughed at her and
had his way. But Melanie couldn't help herself. The lust aroused in her by his big cock
had reared its head and all her fine moral resolves about avoiding him from now on
evaporated. Oh, were all women this weak? Melanie sat on the edge of the bed and
stared at the wall. It was a question for calmer times. Right now she thought only about
Jack and his wonderful, long, hard cock!


Chapter 11

"It's been acting up for a while. And now it quit," Janet said, adjusting the gown
around her shoulders. She'd almost forgotten about the dishwasher. She'd just stepped
from the shower and dried herself when the front door rang. Opening it she saw the
most handsome young man in the world standing there, a tool box in his hand. The
woman managed to keep herself under control, inviting him in and remembering she'd
called him earlier about the machine. He was one of Melanie's friends. She had to be
careful not to appear immodest. What would happen if word got around that she was
seducing her daughter's friends? That would make her sound like a harpy!
"Well, I'm not surprised. The timer's broken, along with some pipes."
Jack was bent over, his head stuck under the dishwasher. Parts lay scattered allover the
kitchen floor. Janet gathered her gown around her knees and bent down, peering into
the mess of wires and tubes. She could never understand all that nonsense about
mechanics. She left it for men. Men! Her eyes raced down to Jack's crotch. Pressing
gently against the faded Levi's was his cock. It seemed to run on forever! Janet
swallowed hard, moving her eyes away with the greatest effort. No, she couldn't go over
and touch it, stroke it, even kiss it! Kiss? Oh, the thought made her shiver. She rubbed
her hands briskly over her arms, wondering if she should go upstairs and change into
something more modest. Standing there in a negligee – even if it weren't transparent –
was daring, even provocative. She'd seen Jack's eyes light up and examine her when she
opened the door. But since when the young man hadn't made one move that could be
considered suspicious.
"I think I've got some parts that'll help. But I'll have to go and buy the timer at a
hardward store," Jack said, peering up.
Janet nodded her head, backing away while the young man finished his work. Maybe
he'd like some coffee, a coke? Asking him, Janet realized her voice was shaking. Did he
notice? Did he realize what a powerful effect he was having on her?
"Sure, coke's fine," Jack said, getting up and rubbing his hands on his Levi's.
Janet almost dropped the bottle, having difficulty getting the opener over the cap.
"Here, I'll do it."
He moved to her side, touching her fingers with his while fumbling with the opener.
They were rubbing against one another, actually touching! Janet closed her eyes and
groaned inwardly. She couldn't keep up this charade much longer. She'd have to excuse
herself and go upstairs to...
"You know, you don't really look like Melanie's mother. I mean," he said, taking a swig
of soda, then setting the bottle down on the counter, "you two could be sisters."
Jack was smiling, something more than just a smile. Janet stood there paralyzed by her
own fears and lusts as he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Just like Melanie's," he whispered, kissing the ends softly.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
It was clear now. Jack was Melanie's lover – or at least he'd gone to bed with her. She
was being seduced by her daughter's lover! The thought should have sickened her. But
instead Janet found a wild satisfaction in it. What on earth was going on in her head?
Jack moved his lips down to her neck. Her fingers fluttered over his chest as she
protested weakly.
"I'd better warn... warn you that I'm Mel's mother and... and..."
She couldn't finish the sentence. Oh God, his lips were so hot and wet. He was kissing
her around the corners of her eye, then moving down to her lips.
"No this can't be happening..."
She felt his lips passing over hers and pausing, felt his tongue and teeth piercing into
her mouth. For a second the woman hesitated. Then Janet felt something in her mind
click. She hooked her arms weakly around his neck and kissed back lustfully and freely.
"You wanna get fucked? Wanna feel my prick in you?"
The words made her body melt. As he talked he moved his fingers down to her pussy,
spreading her gown apart. He eased his fingers into her cunt.
When Janet felt those invading digits spread apart her lips and start to move around
inside her cunt, she groaned hotly into his mouth. She tightened her pussylips around
his touch, clamping one of her hands over his to push him deeper into her body. Her
knees started trembling and she fell backward.
"Fuck me please... please fuck me..."
Oh, it was terrible. But looking up through her glazed eyes at Jack she saw she'd said
the right thing.
Jack picked her up easily, whispering to her all the dirty little things he was going to do
to her. She clung to him, her hands locked tightly around his neck, her legs draped over
one strong arm. With low moans the woman guided him up the stairs, down the hall to
her bedroom. Janet felt drunk, drunk on her own lust. In a moment she found herself
in bed, on her back. Staring mutely at him, the woman watched him slip his T-shirt off,
revealing that broad, muscular chest of his. Oh, he was so like Brad! The resemblance
was uncanny! In the background she could hear Shep barking. That was a joke. He
knew she was with someone and probably guessed what was going to happen. No more
dogs – no more! She had a man, a real man with her now! Shep could just stay out
there in the backyard chasing his butterflies and humping the neighbor's bitch next
door.
"I... I haven't done this in a long time," she stammered, feeling a little ashamed about
admitting this. Why was she ashamed'? Surely women her age probably had the same
kind of admission to make. Only today's kids fucked like bunnies in the field.
"It's like swimming. The body remembers," Jack said, hooking his fingers around his
trousers and pulling them down.
Janet gasped as his eight-inch cock slipped out hard and thick! The promise of a long
prick had been kept!
"Ohhh, what's happening'?"
Janet let herself be rolled over onto her belly, then pulled up by her hips until she was
on her knees, her face on its side on the pillow.
"I like it this way. I think you will too."
Janet thought of Shep immediately. He'd mounted her this way, slipped his knobby
prick into her hole in this position. And now a man was going to do it. The two images
merged in her mind, forming one hell of an exciting picture for the woman.
"Ready, baby'?"
She was ready. Her cunt flooded juice. She was burning down there between her widely
spread thighs. Her tits ached for another touch. As if he could read her mind Jack
looped one arm around her belly and pinched one big nipple, rolling it between his
thumb and forefinger. She growled, bobbing her ass back and forth.
"Nice ass," Jack mused.
Janet gasped, feeling his fingers move teasingly along her swollen cuntlips. Jack was
pulling her ass flesh, tugging at it, the pressure sending her clit off into spasms of
delight.
"I don't believe all this..." she breathed finally.
"Oh, what a treat you got, baby. What a treat you got."
She felt his cockhead brushing over her clit. Instinctively her pussylips snapped shut,
sucking in nothing but air.
"Whew! You haven't had prick for a while," Jack said, wrinkling his forehead up in
amusement.
"UNGHHHOOOOO!"
Janet thought she was going to die. He was fucking her now, holding her hard around
the waist while spreading her thighs with his strong hands. The woman felt peeled
open, stretched to the tearing point as his prick drove along the hot, wet velvet lining of
her cunt. Janet gasped with delight, shaking her head back and forth. She felt sexy and
young! Ohh, what a fool she'd been for having put shomething like this off for so long.
"Shit, you're just as fuckin' tight as a virgin," Jack gasped.
She was glad, glad of her tightness, of her arousal. For the first time in a long time Janet
felt completely happy. She loved it when he pulled his cock back slowly, feeling her
pussy walls fold together behind the retreating cockhead. Her arms trembled, then
collapsed, while she kept her ass high and prancing. At times the only thing touching
her was his cock. He rode her expertly, the way a cowboy rides his bronco at a rodeo.
Fucking' fucking! Oh, how foolish she'd been to be playing around with a dog when
men were so much better!
"Yeah, ride that cock, honey. Ride it good," Jack whispered.
How good it was to have him climbing her, fucking powerfully into her drenched
pussy. His prick made squishy, sexy noises as it trenched her out. She was soaked,
frothing with her fluids. Janet had never been so wet. Her mind was a whirlwind of
sexy thoughts. She wanted to fuck into the night, fuck...
"OHHHHH MAN, man, I'm gonna shoot it!" The words burned into her brain. Janet
screamed, clawing at the sheets as Jack concentrated his dick on rubbing against her
clit. Janet thought the whole world would explode around her when Jack draped
himself over her the way Shep had, calling her every name in the book while pumping
his jizz into her hole. The touch of that hot, creamy liquid against her clit triggered her
climax.
"WAWWWWHHHH!"
It was fast, hard, overwhelming – so much different from the ones she'd had with Shep
earlier. Now a prick was in her, rubbing against her pussywalls and clit, filling her with
man cream while white-hot lust spread to all parts of her body. Madness, insanity! And
yet how she craved it.
In several minutes it was all over. Janet lay on the large bed, Jack stretched out next to
her. His hands were folded behind his head. He rolled his head to one side and glanced
at the clock. Four-thirty. He had to get going!
"Oh, do you have to go?" Janet asked, placing one arm on his shoulder.
"Just for a while," he said, staring bemusedly down at her.
"My daughter's coming home in a while. But maybe later...?"
Jack almost laughed but managed to keep a fairly straight face.
"Yeah, sure. You've got my number," he said, rolling out of bed.
Janet watched him dress, feeling so much like a whore, and yet so wonderful. How she
would have loved to shower with him now, to feel his cock rising against her legs,
edging up to her cunt.
"You... you won't tell anyone about this? I mean, I..." Her face reddened."People would
love to talk about Melanie's mother going to bed with someone younger than..."
"Mum's the word," Jack said, tucking his shirt into his Levi's, then bending down and
kissing her on the lips."I'm not going to ruin a good thing. Now you just lie there and
I'll let myself out."
Janet was amazed at how mature, how self assured this young man was. Yes, she could
see what her daughter likes in him.
Downstairs Jack quickly gathered up his tools and glanced at the kitchen clock. Behind
the door he could hear the dog scratching at the wood, barking, demanding entrance.
He smiled.
"No, I'm not going to ruin a good thing," he said softly to himself, chuckling as he
snapped his tool case shut and walked toward the front door. Melanie should be good
and hot by the time he reached Sandra's. And then...?


THE END
