TRAINED FOR DOGS
By Frank Harper


Chapter 1

I'd always liked dogs, and I'd been fucking since I was a teenager, but I had never
thought of the possibility of having sex with any kind of animal until I became a dog
groomer. In fact, I had never given any thought to being a groomer until I decided that
I didn't have the brains or the money to become a veterinarian.
My cunt started getting itchy as hell when I was quite young. Not that I hadn't done
some pleasurable experimenting before that age, of course. I'd been fingering my cunt,
but I didn't actually discover the great pleasure in stimulating my clit until one night I
saw my mother being fucked by one of her sex partners.
The man was about forty. Not bad-looking and he had what I know now to be a cock
of average size. Six, maybe seven inches, and I can still picture the way his hairy ass
lifted up and down while he fucked my pretty, well-stacked mother.
I figured out later that my mother wasn't really all that interested in being fucked. She
didn't do much moving while the horny man fucked her, and I didn't hear her let out
one moan or groan. The man did some fast breathing and groaning and grunting,
though – all seeming to blend in with the swift movements of his humping ass.
At that point, when the swiftly fucking man was obviously spraying my mother's cunt
with his hot jism, my probing finger found my clit. That elongated bud was tingling
like crazy, seemingly vibrating in tune with the man's pistoning prick, as well as with
my frigging fingers, and I'm sure I had the first real climax in my young life.
My steaming pussy got very wet with my released juices, my legs got so weak I almost
dropped to the carpet, and I had to clamp my upper teeth down over my lower lip to
keep from crying out. Even though the intense pleasure was almost overwhelming, I
managed to recover enough to get the hell back upstairs without getting caught spying,
and back in my room I threw myself on my bed and relived the exciting sights I'd just
witnessed over and over.
It was around midnight. Mom had gone out on her date shortly after dinner. I'd
watched television until eleven before going to bed. It was during summer so I didn't
have to get up early for school. I'd taken a leisurely bath, slipped into a robe, and gone
downstairs for a glass of milk and a few cookies.
I hadn't known that Mom and her date had returned. She must've figured I was asleep
for the night because she'd left her bedroom door slightly ajar and the bedside lamp on.
I'd had a perfect view of the erotic behavior – and during the next two years I had
many opportunities to observe my mother with many different men.
Looking back and thinking about it later, I decided that Mom wasn't, and isn't, really a
very sexy person where men are concerned. She seldom dated the same man twice. Or
seldom brought the same man home twice. Not that I got a chance to peek each time,
of course.
But I managed to observe enough to get a very good education on most things of a
sexual nature possible between a male and a female. My vicarious thrills were greatly
increased when I began to witness oral sex. Most of the men lapped my mother's cunt
before the fucking session. She seemed to enjoy the tongue-lashing more than the prick
pounding, although I could be mistaken about that, as my belief was based only on the
expression I often saw on her face while her cunt was being kissed and tongued. Her
lovely body didn't move all that much while some guy was going down on her, anyway,
and it's a fact that I've never had the nerve to discuss the subject with her.
Again basing my belief on experiences that I've had since those days – or, rather, those
nights – I assume that she didn't, and doesn't, get such a big kick out of sucking a
cock. She seemed to just tolerate each man's desire, no matter the size of the poking
prick, and only a couple of times did I see her actually suck all the way to a spurting
climax. And even then she'd get the sticky jism out of her mouth just as fast as possible.
I can't remember my father. He deserted my mother and me when I was two. She
divorced him a couple of years later, obviously convinced that he'd never return, and
she did a good job of raising me – supporting and sending me to school, that is, and
I'm sure she had it rough at times.
She had a fairly good job most of the time, though, and aside from possible loneliness,
she was happy enough, I guess. Not that we ever had any heart-to-heart talks. Being an
only child, and without even a father-figure, I was what I suppose would be called a
loner. I had no special friends in or out of school. Aside from the baby-sitters my
mother hired from time to time until I was almost twelve, I had very little contact with
anybody other than Mom.
Big for my age until I was about fifteen, when I stopped filling out in all directions, I
was rather shy around strangers, and spent most of my time daydreaming. The wideawake 
dreams were mostly about sexual activities I wanted to experience some time in
the future and in the meantime I was quite satisfied to take care of my sexual desires
with my fingers.
I didn't even date a boy until quite late. But I had plenty of sex with a partner right in
my own home. My mother got married and within three months my handsome
stepfather and I were fucking like crazy whenever we had a chance. We had plenty of
chances, too.
My stepfather's name was, and is, Bob. He taught me just about everything where sex is
concerned. He introduced me to the various exciting erotic activities, with my very
willing and eager help, and I've never regretted one delightful moment.
Fucking, sucking, lapping – Bob taught me the works. Being totally uninhibited, I'm
sure Bob wouldn't even disapprove of the fact that I now enjoy being fucked by a dog –
and dogs! Maybe someday I'll get around to going home and making it with Bob again.
I have the, feeling that Mom might even welcome me back. I even having the feeling
she appreciated the way I took the starch out of Bob's big cock fairly regularly for about
four years.
I didn't have my cherry when Bob fucked me. I'd added various inanimate objects to
my fingerfucking and destroyed the thin piece of useless tissue that some seem to
consider a kind of sacred membrane. There really wasn't much pain and there was very
little blood when I deflowered myself.
Mom worked in an insurance office. I guess she still does. Bob met her there. He was a
claims adjustor, transferred from another section of the country, and they dated for a
couple of months before getting married. Mom never brought him home before the
wedding, and I'd never met him, but he knew she had a daughter.
I liked him right from the beginning. I liked his looks, the way he talked, the nice way
he treated me. I don't think I had any conscious ideas about having sex with him at
first, and I take all the responsibility for the first and all the other times we fucked and
shared all the other delightfully wonderful sexual experiences.
The first three months after Mom and Bob married were very frustrating for me –
where sex was concerned, that is. They kept their bedroom door closed each night. In
the habit of spying on my mother and her previous sex partners on a fairly regular
basis, I only had my very vivid imagination to help with my own search for sexual
satisfaction.
It was during this time when I started fucking myself with frankfurters, bananas,
cucumbers, and other cock-shaped objects. Through trial and error, however, I
discovered that candles gave me the most pleasure – undoubtedly because they never
lost their shape or hardness in my hot, clutching cunt.
Slipping downstairs at odd hours during the night I'd listen outside the master bedroom
in hopes of at least hearing some action. This during the first couple of weeks. A few
times I heard the bed springs squeaking, but other than that I only had my imagination
to give me a measure of relief – along with my fingers and the inanimate objects, of
course.
One night, shortly after I knew Mom and Bob had gone to bed, I went downstairs and
stood close to the bedroom door. As always, I wished there was a keyhole, but I'd
gotten an idea from a television program I'd watched earlier. I'd brought along a water
glass and I placed it against the door. I didn't hear much erotic action, but I heard
words exchanged that resulted in me putting in action a plan that changed my life
drastically.
"Damn it, woman, you're supposed to be enjoying this! Move your lovely ass and give
me some help! I'm beginning to think you faked it the first times we fucked!"
"Don't talk like that, Bob!"
"Damn it, I have a right to talk like that! Hell, honey, I thought we were perfectly
mated!"
"You just give sex too much importance, Bob. I'm tired and I want to go to sleep."
Bob, his voice lower and with a tone I detected as a sign of defeat, or maybe disgust,
said, "All right, baby, you win. As you can feel, my cock's getting limp, anyway, so I'll
just go take a shower."
I had pictured Bob braced on his hands and arms over my mother, his softening cock
buried balls deep in her pussy. Now, as I heard the faint sounds of movement, I
pictured him removing himself from Mom and the bed.
"Maybe I won't be so tired and sleepy tomorrow night, Bob."
"I heard the same words last night," Bob said, "and the night before, as a matter of fact.
Only you spoke before we even got around to fucking."
"Do you have to use such dirty words?"
"No, but I see no harm in using basic English. When a man and his wife are talking,
anyway. Besides, I've known several women who really got turned on by hearing and
using socalled dirty words."
"Well, I don't, so I'd appreciate it if you'd remember the fact. Good night, Bob. You'd
better put on a robe in case Peggy comes downstairs."
I was poised to haul my ass back upstairs, but I hesitated long enough to hear Bob say,
"I'll give you more time to think things over, baby, but just remember there are many
females with the same desires I have."
I didn't hear my mother's answer, if she gave one, but I knew I was one of the many
females Bob had mentioned – and I started right away thinking of ways I might be able
to give him what my mother couldn't or wouldn't.
Bob was thirty-eight then. I felt he was an honorable man. I figured he'd automatically
resist the advances of a young girl, but I'd also heard and read the expression about a
hard cock not having a conscience.
Actually, I suppose I was just a hot-ass young girl wanting her pussy plugged by a stiff
cock. But at the time I told myself that Bob wasn't being treated fairly by my mother
and I'd be doing them both a favor by taking what he had to offer.
During the following few weeks I went out of my way to be extra nice to my stepfather.
Not that we hadn't gotten along well before, of course. I just started bringing him a cup
of coffee to the living room without being asked, or asking if he wanted me to get him a
beer – things like that – and I found out later that he sensed I had the hots for him.
I also tried to get close to him from time to time – touching, patting his arm or
shoulder at the slightest excuse, generally behaving like a female with an itchy cunt, I'm
sure. Mom seemed to like the way I was around Bob so much, apparently pleased that
her daughter was getting along so well with the new husband.
After school started, I got Bob to help me with my homework. Badly needed help, I
should add, as I was never any higher than the middle of any class I attended. He
willingly helped and I'm sure he would've done the same even if he hadn't realized that
I was getting more and more flirtatious with him.
Bob was flattered to have such a young girl flirting with him, but he was also a little
frightened by the possible results. This I found out later. He was a very horny man,
used to plenty of sex, and he'd married a woman unable or unwilling to satisfy his
desires.
It took longer than I'd expected to bring things out into the open. I was hoping that
Bob would kind of take over and without any words from me do what I sensed he knew
I wanted to do. And, despite my eagerness to be fucked, I couldn't get up the nerve to
do the talking myself.
Finally, on a Saturday afternoon when my mother had gone shopping with a lady next
door, I made my move. I showered, being very careful to get my cunt clean, almost
giving way to the urge to give myself a fucking finish. Thinking about it now, I'm sure I
wouldn't have been so damn bold if I hadn't gone downstairs practically on the verge of
an orgasm.
Bob was in the living room. He was stretched out on the couch reading a newspaper.
I'd given a great deal of thought as to what I should wear. I'd even considered wrapping
a towel around my naked body, then letting it drop as if by accident, or pretending that
I didn't know Bob was around when I let it drop.
I settled on a brief halter that could be removed quickly, and a short tight-ass skirt.
Both white because I thought they'd go good with my skin. I'm blonde and my flesh is
a kind of golden color. I didn't wear panties and I put on white high heeled shoes, sure
that they'd make my legs look more shapely.
Looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror at the bottom of the stairs, I decided
that I looked at least two years older than my real age. As far as my body was
concerned, anyway, and I knew that emotionally and mentally I was far advanced for
my age where sex was concerned.
Strangely enough, I was fairly calm and collected by the time I was standing near Bob. I
didn't even hesitate before I said, "I'd like to talk to you about something very
important, Bob."
Putting aside the newspaper, Bob sat upright and swung his feet to the carpet. Meeting
my eyes and smiling after he'd looked me up and down, he said, "Go right ahead,
Peggy. What's so very important you want to talk about?"
Not answering his question, I slowly turned completely around until I was facing him
again. "Do you think my legs look better when I'm wearing heels, Bob? These are my
first and I've only had them on a few times. I've been practicing, though, and I can
walk in them okay. Hey, I'm babbling on and on, aren't I?"
"Yes, and I think your legs are lovely with or without high heels, honey. Just as your
mother's are, of course. What did you want to talk about?"
"Mother and you," I said, stepping back and perching my tightly covered ass on a chair.
"And me, of course. Do you love Mom, Bob?"
"That's a strange question, Peggy. Yes, I married her because we love each other. Why
do you ask?"
"I might as well make a confession," I said, meeting Bob's dark eyes. "I've listened
outside your bedroom door and I know that she doesn't satisfy you sexually. Doesn't
that lessen your love?"
Bob's handsome face had started to get a reddish tint. He hesitated, then said, "I think
we'd better stop this right now, Peggy. You had no right to eavesdrop and your mother
would raise hell if she knew we were having such a conversation."
"Mom doesn't have to know," I said, liking the way Bob's eyes had settled on my legs
and exposed lower thighs. "She doesn't have to know anything, really, because I'd sure
as hell never tell."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bob asked in a low voice and meeting my eyes.
"If you really don't know I'm sure you can easily guess," I said, standing and quickly
removing my halter. "Do you like what you see?"
Bob's eyes went to my exposed titties and his face got even more red. He licked his lips
as he stared and I could feel my nipples stiffening. I'd recently discovered how sensitive
my nipples were and had made them more sensitive by stimulating them before and
during my pussy-fucking sessions.
After a long silence Bob closed his eyes and leaned back until his head was resting
against the couch. I quickly kicked out of my heels, unzipped my skirt and let the
garment slide to the carpet. My heart really pounding, my head feeling a little giddy, I
then walked the short distance to the couch and sat down beside the man I wanted to
be the first to fuck me.
Bob still didn't open his eyes. Again licking his full lips, he said, "This is crazy, Peggy.
You're just a kid, you're my wife's daughter, and I'm going to give you a chance to get
the hell out of here and forget all about this – this crazy talk."
"And if I don't?"
I'd been looking at Bob's moist lips. I'd never kissed anybody. Not even my mother on
the lips. I knew Bob could feel my body, I was that close, and I wondered if I should
just go ahead and. kiss him. That might result in a halt to all talking, I thought,
glancing down into his lap. I saw that his cock had started to make a big bulge in his
pants.
Before I could make up my mind, Bob opened his eyes and said, "For my own
protection I'll have to tell your mother about this whole deal, Peggy. Now haul ass back
upstairs before I give you the spanking you deserve."
"That might be fun," I said. "You might as well go along with what I want, Bob. If you
don't I'll tell my mother you did, anyway."
"You crazy little bitch!"
I met Bob's blazing eyes and forced a little laugh. "Maybe I am crazy, Bob. Sex-crazy, at
least, and I've heard that if a girl's big enough she's old enough. Something like that,
anyway. I really don't want to blackmail you, but I sure as hell will if you turn me
down."
"Lord, have mercy, I-"
I cut Bob's words off by mashing my mouth to his.


Chapter 2

The fact that I'd never kissed anybody on the mouth didn't stop me from knowing
how. Instinct, I guess, and I'd also read quite a few erotic stories. Anyway, Bob was
soon returning my passionate kiss and it didn't take long for me to meet his lashing
tongue with my own.
One of his hands went to one of my tingling titties – automatically, I guess – and one
of my hands dropped to his lap. He pushed my hand away, but I was insistent and his
second attempt to remove my hand from his hard cock was rather feeble.
I wanted to actually feel the hard, throbbing flesh, but I was content to settle for
squeezing the delightful prick through his clothes while we continued the feverish,
tongue-probing kiss. Also, my passion-filled mind was partly on the wonderful
sensation of having his fingers squeezing my hard nippled tit.
We finally had to break for air. We met each other's eyes and my blue eyes were
probably just as passion-filmed as his dark eyes. I suddenly knew that I wouldn't
blackmail him even if he refused to fuck me.
"You don't have to worry," I whispered. "I won't tell Mom anything even if you don't
fuck me."
"That's good news," Bob said. "I guess you know I'm surprised and shocked and – well,
what brought this on and where did you learn to use such language?"
"Where doesn't a person hear such language?" I asked. "Besides, I heard you tell Mom
that you could see no harm in using basic English."
Remembering that his words had had to do with a man and his wife, I again mashed
my opened mouth to his before he could say anything else. I also thrust my throbbing
tit even closer to his hand, his squeezing fingers, and I felt as if I would melt into a
blissful climax at any moment. I was hot – steaming hot – and he broke the torrid kiss
when my fingers clamped down on his stiff prick.
"You're going to squeeze the damn thing off, baby!"
"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you or your big cock, Bob. Is it all right if I take it out?
This is the first time I've ever come this close to touching a cock and I haven't even
seen all that many. Oh, this is great! It feels so hard and smooth and hot! It's
throbbing, too!"
While speaking I'd tugged the pants zipper down and fished out Bob's erect cock
without waiting for him to give me an okay. Wrapping my fingers around the stiff
cockshaft, I gently moved them up and down on the hot, smooth flesh.
Bob didn't protest and a quick glance told me that he was watching my slowly moving
fist. My gaze went back to the swollen cockhead. I could feel the heat building in my
cunt, my entire body, and I couldn't keep from squirming my naked ass against the seat
cushion.
"You'd better take it easy, Peggy, or you'll see a spurting finish!"
I wanted to see the jism spurt out of the rigid prick, but I also wanted other things to
happen first. I stopped the up and down movement of my clenched fingers, but I left
them wrapped around the thick base of his jutting cock.
"Does Mom suck your cock very often, Bob?"
"What makes you think she ever sucks it?"
"I just assumed that she has oral sex with you. I've peeked enough to know that she has
sucked other cocks. Maybe I've said too much, huh?"
"Your mother told me about the men she had before me," Bob said, removing my
fingers from his stiff cock. "Some of them, anyway – and I've had my share of other
women. As for your question – yes, your mother goes down on me now and then. I'm
not sure she likes it all that much, though."
"Do you lap her cunt?"
Bob laughed, then said, "You're really something, kid! Yes, I lap her cunt and I have
the feeling that she likes my tongue better than she does my prick."
Bob had already dropped his hand from my tingling tit. I got to my feet and stood
before him, looking down at his thrusting cock. I wanted to give cocksucking a try, but
I wasn't sure I'd want the jism to spurt into my mouth. I was also afraid he might shove
me away if I dropped to my knees. I had the feeling he had himself under a degree of
control despite his very obvious excitement.
"I just took a shower," I said, seeing that he had his eyes fixed upon my blonde pussy
hairs.
Bob didn't say a word. He told me later that if my mother had been right there
watching he probably couldn't've resisted the desire to taste my pussy. He also said later
that the aroma emanating from my young pussy drew him like a magnet. Words to that
effect, anyway.
I stepped a little closer. Bob had already pushed his face closer to my fur-lined pussy.
He lifted his hands and parted the short blonde hairs with his thumbs. My legs felt
weak as I felt his warm breath on my parted cunt lips. His tongue darted out and
lapped up and down my moist pussy.
Letting out a little gasp, I put my hands on his shoulders to keep from sagging to the
carpet. His hot tongue kept lapping and I didn't try to suppress the little moans of
pleasure that began spilling from between my parted lips.
Bob's hands had moved to my hips, his fingers gripping tightly, and he shoved his face
deeper into my crotch. Suddenly the tip of his tongue touched my clit, then he began
lapping that sensitive organ. The sensation was truly wonderful, even wondrous. My
hands went to his head, my fingers entangling in his thick black hair.
Suddenly I exploded and melted into a glorious climax that seemed to center my entire
being in my steaming cunt. I chewed at my lips and thrust forward while pulling Bob's
head and face even closer. He pushed his head back against my clutching fingers and I
dimly realized that I had been smothering him in my hot, wet flesh. If his fingers hadn't
been gripping my hips, I would've slipped to the carpet.
"I'm sorry, Peggy. I'm too damn old to take advantage of you – your desire to
experiment."
Only then did I realize that I'd closed my eyes. I looked down into Bob's smoldering
eyes. I told him that I'd take full responsibility for everything that happened.
"And I'll accept responsibility for everything that happens in the future," I added, my
eyes going to his wet lips. "Does my pussy taste good?"
"Delicious," Bob said, smiling and licking his lips in an exaggerated manner. Then,
soberly, "However, I think it'd be wise if we called a halt to this near-madness, Peggy.
I'm thinking of you, but I'm also thinking of myself. You do realize the trouble I could
easily face, don't you?"
"Yes, of course, but I'm telling you that you don't have to worry, Bob. I think I'm
mentally as well as physically much older than my actual age and you can bet your life
that I won't purposely cause you harm."
"I think that's exactly what I'm doing," Bob said. "Betting my freedom, if not my life,
anyway. And just how far do you expect this to go?"
"All the way," I said. "It'd be a little foolish to stop now, wouldn't it? As well as damn
frustrating for us both. You must be suffering, huh? I read that men and boys get
aching balls when they have a hard-on too long without shooting off."
"I'm okay, Peggy. I can control myself. Your mother and I had a session last night so-"
"I'm not going to be jealous," I cut in, hoping I was really telling the truth. "I'm
perfectly willing to share you and your big cock with Mom and I'll be very discreet. By
the way, I've never been fucked, but I got rid of my cherry so you don't have to worry
about hurting me."
"I know," Bob said. "I could tell when I tongued your sweet pussy, I mean. You are
technically a virgin? You haven't let some young guy prong you?"
"I told the truth, Bob."
"I didn't mean to call you a liar, baby."
"I'm not a baby."
"That was just used as a term of endearment, honey. You're far from being a baby,
that's for damn sure. It's just that it seems strange for you to be a virgin and at the
same time bold enough to act this way with me."
"I'm really very shy around those my own age," I said. "Besides, I decided it'd be a lot
less complicated to make it with you. I guess that's one of the reasons for my boldness,
anyway. Along with desperately wanting to try the real thing instead of depending on
my fingers and..."
I let the words trail off as Bob leaned his head back against the couch and said, "Good
God, girl, your mother could walk in right now! And you really don't think this is
complicated?"
"Mom won't be back for at least a couple of hours," I said, looking at Bob's poking
prick. "I'll be very careful from now on, though. You can count on that."
"I sure as hell hope so," Bob said. "And now that you've had your jollies you'd better
haul ass upstairs and get dressed before we get caught this first time."
"Does that mean you agree there will be many more times?"
Bob chuckled, then said, "I don't think I have much of a choice under the
circumstances. Besides, I'm just man enough and human enough to feel flattered by
your offer. Along with being thrilled by your ripe young body, of course!"
"Let's go upstairs," I said, my eyes going back to Bob's thrusting cock. "Mom seldom
comes up to my room, anyway, so we'll be safe enough."
Bob sat upright again. "I'd better warn you about one thing, Peggy. When I really get
aroused I come on like a wild animal. Once I get my cock in your cunt I'll fuck you like
crazy. I'll fuck you until you'll be begging me to stop, really, and if I have trouble
shooting off I'll take my prick out of your cunt and shove it down your throat."
"I know you're just trying to frighten me," I said. "You might as well save your breath,
Bob. You just might need plenty of breath and strength to satisfy me!"
Bob didn't say another word. He got to his feet and picked me up. Cradled in his
strong arms, my bare ass resting lightly against his poking cock, he carried me across
the room and up the stairs. My bedroom door was open. Inside, he tossed me onto the
bed. I landed on my back and bounced up and down a few times.
Watching as Bob silently and swiftly stripped out of his clothes, I experienced a few
moments of apprehension. His stiff cock was big, thick as well as long, and it was
possible for there to be some pain. It was also possible that Bob had been speaking the
truth about making me beg him to stop fucking me.
The feelings of doubt passed swiftly, however, and my passion soared as Bob climbed
onto the bed. He'd been at the foot of the bed, his eyes on my naked body while he
undressed. On his knees between my feet, he began caressing my legs. One, then the
other, at the same time leaning forward and adding kissing to the caressing. His tongue
also darted out, jabbing and licking, thrilling me, causing me a renewed heat deep
within my cunt.
Soon he snuggled in closer and began kissing and licking my inner thighs. He skirted
around my steaming pussy and short hairs, then darted his tongue around and in my
shallow bellybutton. His hands moved up along my sides and inward to my titties. He
fingered the erect tips, causing delightful tingling sensations to dart back and forth
between them and my cunt. I could feel more hot blood rushing to my pulsating pussy.
When he moved upward and clamped his hot, wet mouth down over my hard-nippled
tit, I gasped loudly. The tingling sensations really began racing back and forth between
my breasts and pussy then. I grabbed his muscular shoulders when he moved his hot
mouth over to my left tit. He jabbed at the stiffened nipple with his tongue while he
sucked on a goodly portion of the thrusting mound of firm flesh.
Bob tongued and sucked on my titties until I was balanced right on the brink of an
orgasm. My ass had been squirming against the mattress almost from the time he'd
joined me on the bed. I began lifting my ass in little hunching movements, trying to
make contact with his hard cock.
Digging my fingers into his shoulders demandingly, I whispered that I was more than
ready to be fucked. He stopped sucking and lifted his head, but he didn't make a move
to put his cock in my yearning pussy. He trailed his darting tongue and moistly parted
lips down over my belly, through the hairs, and snaked his hot tongue deep into my
cunt.
Lurching my ass upward, I grabbed his head with both hands. His hands slipped under
and grasped my ass, a cheek with each hand, a finger lightly caressing my asshole. I
spasmed moments after Bob's educated tongue delved into my cunt. My cunt and my
clit seemed to vibrate in harmony with his probing tongue. I gasped and moaned loudly
while hunching wildly, my fingers digging into Bob's bobbing head.
I could hear the smacking noises as Bob lapped and slurped up my released juices. In
fact, he kept going at my cunt flesh with his greedy mouth even after I'd gone limp and
removed my clutching fingers from his head.
"I want to be fucked," I said. "I want to see if it will feel any better than that. Not that I
think it could be possible for it to feel so wonderful!"
Bob lifted his face from my wet crotch. I could tell that he was really steaming and
eager to put his stiff cock where his stiffened tongue had just been. I also realized the
reason he was hesitating. One of the reasons, anyway.
"I guess you know this will be a little messy, honey, so I'd better get a towel."
While speaking, Bob had swung from me and the bed, his poking cock swaying from
side to side. I pointed toward a dresser drawer, wondering why I hadn't thought about
getting something to clean with, reminding myself that I'd have to do some of my own
laundry. I sure as hell didn't want my mother to get wise and end what I hoped would
be a long and happy relationship between me and her handsome, horny husband.
Back between my eagerly parted legs, the towel near my hip, Bob told me that I'd better
do the guiding. I put one hand down and grabbed his hot, hard cock, then used my
other hand to part my wet pussy lips. Just as I so often had done with a candle and
other inanimate objects, I thought a little wildly, excitement once again flooding my
entire being.
Placing the blunt cockhead on target, I lifted my ass from the mattress just enough for
the swollen knob to penetrate my clasping cunt. Bob lowered with me just enough to
keep the cockhead lodged firmly, then lowered his upper body when I removed my
fingers from his stiff prick and my stretched pussy lips.
Braced on his hands and arms, Bob slowly began to slip the meat to me. I enjoyed the
sensation very much, but I think at first the thrill of actually being fucked was just
about as pleasurable as the slow penetration. Maybe because I'd already fucked myself
with various cockshaped objects, I remember thinking dimly.
Anyway, by the time Bob's big cock was buried balls deep in my hot, juicy cunt I
couldn't think of anything except the truly wondrous sensation of feeling the throbbing
cockshaft embedded in my throbbing cunt. Then, still without making a move to
actually fuck me, Bob mashed his wet mouth against my parted lips.
I could taste the cunt juice that had remained on his lips. The taste turned me on even
more and I returned his tongue-lashing kiss while wrapping my arms around his neck.
He soon broke the feverish kiss, still not moving his cock in my cunt, and told me that
had been getting himself under control.
I'd guessed as much and told him so. He said that if he hadn't fucked my mother the
night before he would've probably flooded my cunt with his jism seconds after the
penetration. I didn't say anything, mostly because he started fucking me with slow and
steady strokes while speaking.
Moving with him and his pistoning prick, enjoying the thrilling sensations to the
utmost, I knew that I would've melted within seconds if he hadn't already twice lapped
me to a climax. As it was, I had the wonderful opportunity to build to a spasmodic
release, rotating my ass and meeting him thrust for thrust, blissfully aware of the
glorious sensations emanating in all directions from my clasping cunt.
Bob buried his face beside mine. I clutched at his back and shoulders with both hands,
feeling my hard-nippled tits pressing into his firm chest. I also moaned with pleasure
and gritted my teeth to keep from crying out as I raced closer and closer to the
explosive moments.
Finally, after maybe five minutes of rhythmic fucking, Bob lifted his head and said he
couldn't hold back any longer. I told him that I was ready for his spurting jism any
time. He slipped his hands down and grabbed my hips, then quickened the tempo of
his powerful thrusts.
Lifting my knees, I dug my heels into the mattress and let myself go completely. We
fucked up a storm for maybe sixty seconds, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Even our loud and heavy breathing seemed to blend with the thrilling action taking
place between my cunt and his cock.
Bob had again buried his face beside mine. He suddenly lifted his head and blurted out
that he was just about to cum. I'd already sensed the fact by the throbbing and slight
expansion I'd felt in his pronging prick. Before I could say that I was also just about to
cum he again mashed his mouth to mine.
We kissed feverishly, lashing our tongues together as well as our furiously fucking
bodies. I had an entire series of spasmodic orgasms as his big cock jerked and jolted and
spurted great gobs of jism into my very receptive cunt.
We broke the passionate kiss as his prick began to go limp and my inner fires began to
cool. He immediately wanted to know if I had my regrets. I hadn't really had time to
think about anything, but I answered without any hesitation – and my words turned
out to be true.
"I have absolutely no regrets," I said, meeting his concerned dark eyes. "None
whatsoever. In fact, I'd like to start all over just as soon as possible!"
"You're really something," Bob said, grinning. "I'd never realized that one so young
could be such a hot piece of ass. In fact, I don't know how the hell I'm going to keep
up with you, honey."
"I won't be too demanding," I said, smiling. "I'll see that you're able to save some of
your strength for your wife."
"Just see that my wife doesn't find out," Bob said, his expression very serious.
"Promise?"
"I promise," I said, meaning it as much as I'd ever meant anything in my life.


Chapter 3

I don't think I was ever too demanding with Bob. He never made any complaints,
anyway, and I had enough sense to know that a male couldn't possibly climax as often
as a female.
After that first fuck I took a nap. It seemed as if I'd never been more relaxed in my life,
mentally as well as physically, and I didn't have any trouble facing my mother at
dinner. Bob was also good at acting and we had very few problems during the following
four years.
No problems concerning getting together for our various sexual pleasures, that is. Bob
could come and go much as he pleased on his job and even during the school months
we had at least two hours each afternoon before my mother got home from work.
It was a little difficult making it through the rest of that first weekend, though. But the
time finally passed and I was lucky enough not to have school on Monday. There was a
teacher's meeting of some kind and I let it be known before going upstairs to bed
Sunday evening. Bob got the message and he was back home shortly after ten o'clock
the next morning.
I was fresh from a shower. I'd thought about remaining naked and on my bed, but had
decided it'd be better to let Bob undress me. I'd read that most males got a big bang out
of stripping the clothes from a female and I wanted to make Bob as happy as possible.
I'd been waiting in the living room, turning the pages of a magazine I really didn't see.
Bob's first words had to do with the fact that he guessed he should be ashamed of
himself, but that for some reason he wasn't.
"You feel okay because you know I instigated the whole deal," I said. "Why should you
be ashamed? I'll bet many men would like to be in your shoes."
"Or out of my shoes at the moment," Bob said, chuckling and taking me in his arms
when I moved forward. "I guess most men have fantasies about making it with a very
young girl."
We kissed and he carried me upstairs without another word being exchanged. He took
my clothes off slowly, kissing and caressing my flesh as it became exposed, and I was
eager for him to get naked, too.
Bob had a stiff hard-on by the time we were both naked. I was curious, so I asked if
he'd had sex with my mother since fucking me. He said he hadn't, then added that he'd
decided to let her ask him when she wanted sex.
We had plenty of time. On the bed, with a towel handy, we kissed and necked for a few
minutes before Bob began sucking on my titties. I was really turned on by the lavish
worship he bestowed on my sensitive tits, but he trailed down to my pussy before I had
to tell him I was getting impatient.
Apparently in a hurry to fuck me, Bob didn't spend much time lapping my cunt. I
didn't spasm, but I didn't mind. I was anxious to feel his big cock buried in my cunt
again – and it seemed to be even better than the first time.
We enjoyed a blissful fuck and I had a series of spasms, each one seemingly better than
the last. Bob didn't climax. When I finally sagged limply, his cock was still rock-hard
and buried deep. I sensed that he hadn't held back and I was pleased. I knew enough to
know that if he'd been younger he wouldn't've been able to last so long.
I suggested we rest for a while, since we had plenty of time, and Bob withdrew his stiff
prick. He wiped his wet cock and stretched out beside me. I'd been giving a great deal
of thought to going down on him. I wanted to return his favor, but I also had a kind of
demanding desire to give cocksucking a try.
Scooting down on the bed, I rolled over and got between Bob's muscular legs. He knew
what I meant to do, of course. He told me he hoped I wouldn't get angry with him if it
turned out I was making a mistake.
"I've had a couple of women suck me all the way off, then become disgusted when they
took my stuff in the mouth," Bob added.
"I don't know yet if I even want to suck you all the way off," I said, my eyes on the big
poking cock. "Besides, how the hell am I going to find out whether or not I like sucking
a cock to a spurting finish if I don't give it a try?"
"You have a point there," Bob said, chuckling. "Be my guest, hot-stuff, but feel free to
stop at any time."
I'd wrapped my fingers as far as I could around the thick cockshaft. I leaned forward
and the blood-engorged cockhead looked so big I suddenly wondered if I'd be able to
get it in my mouth.
A little bead of pre-cum appeared in the small opening near the center of the swollen
cockhead. I impulsively darted my tongue and scooped up the clear fluid. It was almost
tasteless, not bad at all, and I didn't hesitate any longer.
Opening my mouth wide, I managed to engulf the enlarged cockhead without any
trouble. The swollen flesh was warm and smooth, almost tasteless, and I was even able
to twirl my tongue around the sleek cockhead. I could feel the throbbing against my
tongue and inner cheeks. My cheeks were bulging, of course, and I started an up and
down motion with my gripping fingers as I began to suck.
I know I was a little awkward at first, but I soon got the hang of it. I had enough sense
not to do harm to the tender cockmeat with my teeth, and one of my rewards was the
knowledge that I was pleasing Bob.
He hunched slightly now and then, as well as letting out a little groan or moan from
time to time, and I cupped his heavy balls with my free hand. I really enjoyed
performing the erotic oral act. I felt a strange sense of power as I sucked. I began taking
more and more of the pulsating cockshaft as I bobbed my head up and down.
Bob didn't touch me with his hands. Later, during many other enjoyable cocksucking
sessions, he at least stroked my hair, and I understood that he didn't want to influence
me one way or the other that first time. As I think I've said, despite everything that
happened, I felt – and feel – that he was basically an honorable man.
I don't know how long I sucked. Three, maybe five, minutes. I got lost in a little world
of my own giving and receiving the strange new kind of pleasure.
Bob warned me when he was about to shoot his cum. I'd already decided to go all the
way and I hadn't needed the warning. I felt the tell-tale expansion as the jism surged up
through his rigid cock, and it wasn't as if I didn't know what to expect. After all, I'd
watched my mother sucking quite a few cocks.
Figuring that Bob would have a big load, I kept my fingers in position to cut off the
flow in case I couldn't take it all at once. The first gob of cum splattered against the
roof of my mouth. The second great gob of jism followed immediately, then there
seemed to be a steady, never-ending stream of the sticky stuff.
Even though I gulped down the hot, thick jism as fast as I could, I had to cut off the
flow with my gripping fingers. Seconds later I had things under control again, however,
and I let the rest of the rather spicy jism flow down my throat while I continued to suck
greedily.
Milking the softening cockshaft with one hand and gently squeezing the heavy balls
with the other, I concentrated on sucking the cockhead. Soon I had all the tasty jism
drained from the prick without losing a drop.
Letting Bob's soft cock slip from my mouth, I lifted my head and licked my lips in an
exaggerated manner, just as he'd done after lapping my cunt;
"Not bad for a novice, huh?"
Bob grinned and said, "You know the answer to that, honey. You must be steaming.
Bring your sweet pussy up here and I'll repay your kindness."
I was steaming, of course. The cocksucking had really turned me on. I think my cunt
lips were actually quivering. I didn't waste any time in accepting Bob's invitation.
Moving until my knees were on each side of Bob's head, I lowered my ass down on his
chest. He got a pillow and stuffed it under his head. This made my gaping cunt a
perfect target for his mouth and tongue. He expertly lapped me through a series of
climaxes. I then stretched out beside him and we both took a short nap.
Within an hour we were going at each other again. We started out kissing and necking,
then got into the sixty-nine position. I found the new experience very exciting. I
enjoyed an orgasm squirming under Bob's mouth and tongue while giving him a blow
job, but he saved his load for my eager cunt. We were both quite sated when he finally
left to go back to work.
The next two years passed in much the same manner. Bob and I had a chance to fuck
and suck just about as much as we wanted to. The sex tapered off now and then, of
course – as I'm sure is the case with all couples over an extended period of time.
We didn't talk about it much, but Bob did tell me that he took care of my mother's
somewhat limited desires about once a week. I doubt that he ever failed to get a hardon 
with my mother because of the action with me.
Various boys in and out of school took an interest in me quite often, but I just tried to
be friendly with all of them without hurting their feelings. I had what I wanted at home
and I saw no reason to change things.
I also got along with my female classmates, in and out of school, but I never had any
asshole buddies where girls were concerned, either. I guess most of the young people
thought I was something of a snob, but I didn't care. I was happy with my life and I
observed many unable to say the same.
One day Bob told me that he wanted me to start living a more normal life. He was
waiting when I got home from school and we had almost three hours before my mother
would be home. It'd been a couple of days since we'd had sex together and I was eager
to get upstairs to my bed. I thought he meant that he wanted us to stop fucking, but in
answer to my protest he explained that he just wanted me to start dating boys.
"Your mother has been making remarks about you that could lead to trouble, Peggy.
I'm sure she doesn't suspect anything at the moment, but if you don't start dating boys
soon – well, she doesn't think you're leading a normal life for a girl your age."
"Do you want me to start going out with boys, Bob?"
"I think it'd be a good idea, honey. After all, these days if a girl of sixteen doesn't date,
people start to talk. You know, some think the girl's gay and-"
"I don't hang around with girls, either," I cut in.
"I know, honey, but you can understand my concern, can't you?"
"I suppose so. Yes, I can, but what if I date some guy, we both get the hots, and I let
him fuck me?"
"It has to happen that way in time," Bob said. "We can't go on like this forever, you
know, and I'm resigned to that fact."
"You wouldn't be jealous?"
"There'd just about have to be some jealousy involved, of course, but I could handle it.
You seem to handle the fact that I fuck your mother."
"Somehow or other that seems different," I said. "I guess it isn't, though. Do you want
me to tell you when I get fucked? How about if or when I suck another guy's cock? Do
you want to hear about it?"
"Not necessarily," Bob said, picking me up in his strong arms. Let's put a stop to this
conversation, Peggy. I think I've hurt your feelings and that's the last thing I wanted to
do. We do have to face facts, though, and you know that as well as I do."
"I know," I said, kissing his cheek. "I guess we'll just have to take things as they come."
By then he'd carried me upstairs to my room. He told me he hoped he hadn't ruined
my life – the first time he'd spoken in such a manner in a long time. I assured him that
he hadn't, feeling I'd spoken the truth, and the conversation ended.
We had a blissful sex session, sucking and fucking, and later I began thinking about
going out on dates. I didn't want my mother or anybody else to think I was gay. At the
time I didn't know I'd turn out to be bisexual. Even so, I had no ill – will toward gay
females – it was just the fact that in a small town scandalous talk can quickly ruin any
person's reputation.
There was a friendly, handsome fellow in my math class I liked very much. He sat
beside me and often gave some much needed help with the harder problems. Harder for
me, that is, because all of the math problems seemed to be easy for him.
His name was Carl. He was tall and had brown hair and eyes. He'd asked for a date
one time, but I'd lied and said my folks wouldn't let me go with boys. I decided I'd go
out with Carl first, telling myself I didn't have to let him get in my pants. It wasn't so
much that I wanted to keep myself from getting fucked – it was mostly that I didn't
want the reputation of being an easy piece of ass.
There was a school dance the follow Friday evening. I easily managed to get Carl to
invite me to go with him. Mom was really pleased to hear the news. She let me buy a
complete new outfit for the occasion. Mom and Bob both said I looked great when I
came downstairs a few minutes before Carl arrived. I thanked them, then thanked Bob
for having taught me how to dance. Mom looked surprised, but she also thanked Bob
for teaching me the latest dance steps.
"It was nothing," Bob said. "Peggy learned mostly from watching the jiggling and
shaking on television."
"You taught me more than that," I said, feeling sorry for Bob immediately afterward.
"About dancing, I mean. The slow steps. Waltzing and the like."
"You might get a chance to dance in your partner's arms," Bob said. "I understand they
still have slow numbers now and then at school dances."
Mom said, "I'm glad you're coming out of your shell, Peggy. Do be careful and-"
"I'll be okay," I cut in. "I know the facts of life, Mom, and I can take care of myself.
Besides, Carl's a very nice fellow. He's actually very shy and I'm sure there won't be a
situation I can't handle.'
Before anything else could be said we heard the door bell. Bob and Mom both looked
relieved. Bob was apparently afraid I was going to talk too much, and Mom was
probably thinking about the fact that she'd never had the usual mother-daughter talk
with me.
Carl handled himself well with my folks. The usual pleasantries were exchanged. Carl
said he'd have me home early, and Bob chuckled and told Carl to take care of his little
girl. Mom kissed me on the cheek and told me to have a good time.
Carl had his father's car. The dance was informal and most of the students were dressed
in neat sports clothes. The dance was held in the gym. I had a good time. Carl wasn't a
very good dancer and I could tell he didn't mind when I danced with other boys.
The small band played quite a few slow numbers. Carl didn't try and rub up against
me, but most of the other fellows did. One even got a hard-on and pushed it against
me. I didn't like him even before I felt he'd insulted me. He was a loudmouth bully. He
had a reputation for being rough and tough.
I'll admit that feeling the fellow's erect cock thrusting against me got me excited, but I
didn't let him know it. I'd been fucked by Bob the day before, but even otherwise – I
could've kept myself under control. I'd already decided I wouldn't let Carl fuck me. Not
that night, anyway, and I got angry when the aroused fellow put his mouth close to my
ear and told me he'd sure like to stick his hard cock in my hot cunt.
His name was Max and he spoke those exact words. I stopped dancing, pushed him
away, and said, "You're an uncouth creep, Max, and if you poke that damn thing
against me again I'll cut it off and stick it up your ass."
His face turning red, Max glared and said angrily, "Don't talk to me like that, you
bitch! Watch your mouth, damn you, or I'll pass the word that you lap cunts!"
"And you watch your damn mouth, creep, or I'll pass the word that you suck cocks!"
"You're asking for it, bitch! I can't hit you, but I can sure as hell arrange it so Carl gets
his ass whipped!"
"I'm sure Carl can take care of himself, but if you even mention this to him, I'll tell
everybody in school that you failed to get a hard-on when I needed it most. I'll say you
used your tongue and admitted to me you would've preferred to suck a cock instead of
a cunt."
Max had been staring, a frown on his face. He let out a nervous little laugh, then said,
"This seems to be a Mexican stand-off, Peggy, and I'll forget this whole deal if you
will."
"I've already forgotten," I said. "Tell me, Max, do you score very often when you come
on the way you did with me?"
"To tell the truth, this is the first time I've tried it with a so-called nice girl, Peggy.
Always before I've picked out a girl I knew would flop for just about anybody. I must
say, you don't talk like a nice girl, though."
"By nice girl, you mean a virgin?"
"That's the idea. Do you make it with Carl?"
"No, and I think I'm going to be just old fashioned enough to save my cherry for my
future husband, Max. Now please dance me over near the door so you can duck out
and do what you'll probably do to get rid of your hard-on."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
"You aren't that stupid, Max. You probably just want to hear me talk dirty. Okay, I'll
ask you straight out. Do you beat your cock when you can't get a sex partner or do you
just let your balls ache?"
"You sure as hell don't talk like a virgin!"
By then we'd danced over near the edge of the dance floor. "I read a lot," I said,
smiling. Glancing down, I saw that the bulge in his trousers was greatly reduced. "I
guess this means we can never be friends, huh?"
"Have you been putting me on, Peggy? If so, we could easily become great friends – if
you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean, Max. I've heard of your reputation. You're supposed to
be hot-stuff with the girls – the not-so-nice girls, that is – and I just wanted to try and
teach you to watch your manners."
"I think you've done a good job," Max said, grinning. "I'll watch my mouth around
girls like you from now on. And I'll keep this screwy conversation a secret, if you will. I
don't think anybody would believe it, anyway!"
"Believe what?"
Carl had walked up while Max was speaking the last few words. Smiling, I told Max to
answer Carl's question.
"I just asked Peggy for a date and she turned me down," Max said. "I practically begged
her for a date, really, and I don't think anybody would believe that I'd beg for anything.
You treat her, right, Carl. She's a very nice girl."
"I know," Carl said, turning to me. "Are you ready to go, Peggy? The dance is about
over and I thought we could go eat before I take you home."
"I'm ready," I said, wondering why I'd baited Max in such away, wishing I hadn't
practically promised myself I wouldn't let Carl fuck me. I suddenly realized one thing,
though – if I hadn't had Bob as a kind of ace in the hole I would undoubtedly have
picked one of the handy young pricks to relieve the itch in my cunt.


Chapter 4

Carl did take me out to eat, but that's all he did. He took me directly home, walked me
to the door, and said he'd had a nice time. I told him the same thing and he didn't even
make a move to kiss me. Watching him walking back to the car, I could've kicked my
own ass. I'd come on too damn strong with the nice girl stuff. I'd been looking forward
to some kissing and at least some mild necking.
Mom and Bob were still up watching television. In answer to Mom's question, I said I'd
had a great time, managing to let Bob know with my eyes that I hadn't had sex with
Carl. I went to bed within a few minutes, saying that I was tired, and I used my trusty
candle for the first time in weeks.
I didn't get a chance to fuck Bob until the following Monday after school. We didn't do
any talking until we'd enjoyed a fast and furious session of sucking and fucking.
Temporarily satisfied, I filled Bob in on my first date.
"I can tell that you're disappointed because Carl didn't make a pass," Bob said. "Most
young fellows need some encouragement, honey."
We were back on my bed, still naked, and I was playing with his balls. Very carefully,
of course, as I'd learned long before just how easy it was to get too rough. I liked to feel
the balls rolling around in their sac under my manipulating fingers.
"I'd already made up my mind not to let him fuck me," I said. "It's just that it didn't
make me feel very attractive for him not to even kiss me good night."
"It's possible that he's innocent, Peggy. He's probably still depending on jerking off for
relief. I remember when I was a youngster, boys would do a lot of bragging, but their
stories were usually based on fantasies. It's all kind of sad, really. The way it is when a
person's very young, I mean. So much energy wasted on masturbation, then regrets
about missing out in later years."
"Are you telling me to start making it with boys, Bob?"
"I'm telling you not to waste your young years, honey. I don't want you to look back
some day and wish you hadn't restricted yourself to an old fart like me."
"You aren't old! Your body is so firm and smooth – and your lovely cock's hard
already."
"And you're welcome to it whenever it is hard, Peggy, but I want you to live a more
normal life. If having sex with fellows your age seems normal to you, then do it."
I didn't say anything. I'd been stroking his hard cock, having removed my fondling
fingers from his heavy balls. I moved lower on the bed and slipped my mouth over his
blood-engorged cockhead, wondering how it'd be to do the same to some other cock –
or cocks.
I had a talk with Carl at school the next day. I started out by asking if he found me
attractive. He assured me that he did. When I asked why he hadn't even offered to kiss
me on our date, he said that all the talk about me being a nice girl had scared him off.
"Even so-called nice girls kiss nowadays," I said. "At least, that's what I understand,
anyway. How would you like another chance?"
He said that would be great and I asked if he knew where we could go to be alone. It
turned out that his folks had a cabin on a lake not far away. I told him to get his
father's car the following Saturday and I'd go to the cabin with him. He jumped at the
chance.
The lake was thirty miles from town. The rustic cabin was about a mile down a dirt
road, facing the lake and a boat dock. It was too cool to go swimming even though we
were in a southern state, and we weren't exactly interested in boating or fishing.
The neatly furnished cabin consisted of a large living room, kitchen, bath, and two
bedrooms. There was also a big bed in one corner of the living room. After showing me
around the place, Carl asked if I wanted a beer or a soft drink. I said I'd settle for a soft
drink and he went to the kitchen and came back with two colas.
After we finished drinking, all the while standing and not speaking, I parked my ass 'on
a couch. Carl hesitated, then sat down beside me. After more silence, I decided I'd
better take matters in my own hands.
"Would you rather kiss me now or after I get undressed, Carl?"
"Undressed! Did I hear right?"
"Have you ever had a girl, Carl? Tell the truth."
I faced Carl and he wasn't looking at me. After a short silence, he said in a low voice,
"I've only kissed a few girls, Peggy. I just kissed a few, I mean, and-"
He let his words trail off and I got to my feet. "Excuse me while I get more comfortable,
Carl. I'll be right back."
And I was back within a few minutes. Naked. I'd hurried to one of the bedrooms and
quickly removed my clothes, not wanting to have to take the time to get naked once we
started kissing.
Carl stared, looking me up and down, his glowing blue eyes settling on my blonde
crotch. I swayed my ass and hips over to the bed and tried to be graceful as I stretched
out on my back. Carl had gotten to his feet, his eyes flicking over my naked body. I
parted my legs and told him to take off his clothes.
He sat back down, fumbling with shoe strings while keeping his eyes on me. I watched
with glowing excitement as he hurriedly shucked off his clothes.
Naked, his cock thrusting stiffly, Carl moved toward the foot of the bed. His hard prick
swayed from side to side and it looked to be a couple of inches shorter than Bob's big,
beautiful cock.
"Are you sure, Peggy?"
"Don't talk, Carl. Just climb on and in."
I parted my legs even farther. The way Carl was staring, I was sure he'd never seen a
real live cunt before. As he climbed onto the bed I saw his stiff cock making little jerky
movements. He won't last sixty seconds, I thought, glad he was young enough to go a
second round within a short period of time.
I think I sensed what was going to happen as Carl got on his knees between my legs.
Before I could even get a hand down to do the guiding, his hard cock jerked
spasmodically and shot off. Gobs of hot jism splattered on my belly and cunt hairs.
"Damn! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
I thought Carl was going to cry. "Don't worry about it," I said, knowing he was
probably just about as embarrassed as he'd ever be. "We still have plenty of time for
you to have your first piece of ass, Carl."
"I think I'd die if anybody found out about this."
"Why should anybody find out about anything? Unless you go blabbing around that
I'm not such a nice girl, of course."
"Hell, I'd never blab!"
"Now that we have that settled I'll get cleaned up and you can give it another try as
soon as you're ready."
While speaking I'd swung from the bed, using my hands to keep the jism from
dribbling on the bed or on the floor. In the bathroom I took the time to shower,
figuring I'd give Carl a little more time to recover. I felt like asking why he hadn't beat
off a batch with his fist before leaving home, but I never did. After all, he hadn't really
known that I was going to let him fuck me.
Returning, still drying myself, I saw that Carl had stretched out on his back. His eyes
were closed. His cock wasn't completely soft and I meant to have it completely hard
and buried in my pulsating pussy before much more time passed.
Carl opened his eyes as I climbed onto the bed. He again told me that he was sorry and
that he was also very embarrassed. I told him to shut up and kiss me. He obeyed and I
could tell immediately that he hadn't had much experience. I gave him my tongue,
however, and it didn't take long for him to get the hang of French-kissing.
While we lashed our tongues together in a kiss that became more and more passionate,
his hands began roaming around my body. I also did some hand roaming, settling on
his balls and cock, and his cock quickly became ramrod stiff.
Carl's hands went to my hard-nippled titties. He fondled and caressed them, and I
gently stroked his hard, smooth prick. I soon broke the feverish tongue-probing kiss
and told Carl I wanted to fuck. His blue eyes blazing, he pushed me over onto my back
and positioned himself between my eagerly parted legs. I again slipped a hand down to
his thrusting cock. With a thumb and forefinger I placed the blunt end between my
moistly parted cunt lips.
Letting out a little moan of pleasure, Carl lowered his ass and shoved his prick deep
into my pussy. I didn't move, knowing he was fighting for control, letting him bask in
the glory of feeling a hot cunt clasping his cock for the very first time.
"Take your time and make yourself last," I said. "I'll melt very soon, then we can really
fuck up a storm until we blast off together. How does it feel?"
"Great! Even better than I've dreamed about!"
I was right, of course. I had a delightful climax within thirty seconds after Carl buried
his face beside mine and began pumping with slow and steady strokes.
I managed to keep from moving my spasming body too wildly and Carl was able to ride
out the storm. We then settled down into a long and wonderful fucking session, both
enjoying the thrilling sensations to the utmost.
When Carl finally shot his wad, flooding my cunt with his hot jism, it triggered a series
of orgasms in me. We lashed ourselves furiously, my legs wrapped tightly around his
lean waist, my hands clutching at his back and shoulders. His hands slipped down and
under, his fingers gripping my squirming ass. After he stopped humping, I used my
inner cunt muscles to drain the last drop of jism from his rapidly softening cock.
We went to the bathroom together. After playfully showering together, we returned to
the big bed. We rested for a few minutes, then Carl began examining my body. I got a
kick out of being the first girl Carl had ever had. He tongued and sucked on my tits
and kissed around on my belly, but he did no more than take a close look at my cunt.
Aside from caressing the general area, of course.
I didn't put any pressure on Carl to go down on me. In fact, during the three months
or so we enjoyed sex together, he never made a move to tongue my pussy, and I never
implied in any way that I wanted to suck.
Carl's father was transferred by his company and Carl and I had one last session at the
cabin. We'd fucked at various other places during the three months, of course. At his
house when his folks were away, in the car, and a couple of times at my home when
Mom and Bob were away. I'd never made a move to go down on him, though.
Sensing that Carl was the type to consider oral sex a taboo, I decided to make things
easier for him. We'd just finished an enjoyable fucking session and were waiting for
enough time to pass so we could go at each other again.
I told him I thought he was confusing sex with so-called true love and that we were far
too young for such feelings to be dependable. He insisted that he was going to keep in
touch, then return to me at the first possible chance. Since I was ready to try sex with
somebody else, I wanted to make a complete break with Carl.
I'd taught Carl all the positions for fucking Bob had taught me. I'd even taught him
that males also had sensitive nipples if they were stimulated enough. We'd fucked on
our sides, dogfashion, and I'd sat on his lap, forward and backward, bouncing, with his
cock buried deep each time I lowered my ass.
After Carl had gotten a second hard-on during our final get – together, I stopped him
when he started to climb aboard.
"How about going down on me, Carl? I've had a tongue in my cunt before and it felt
great! Go down and lap my cunt, then I'll give you a blow job."
"Have you gone nuts! I'm not about to put my mouth on your pussy!"
I didn't say a word. I just slipped down on the bed and popped a goodly portion of his
stiff prick into my mouth. Carl was shocked, I know, but he didn't protest. In fact, soon
after I began greedily sucking up and down on his hard cock he began making little
hunching movements.
Due to Carl's recent climax he lasted longer than I'd expected. I sucked greedily, taking
his cockhead deep each time I bobbed my head downward, laving the flat of my tongue
over the swollen cockhead when I lifted. I also cupped and squeezed his balls, urging
the jism up through his throbbing prick, curious as to how it'd compare with Bob's
tasty cum.
My jaws began getting a little tired, but I didn't stop my lavish sucking. I just
concentrated on the enlarged cockhead and started stroking up and down on the rigid
cockshaft with my free hand. I then got my reward in a couple of minutes. The
throbbing cock jerked and jolted and the hot jism gushed out. I found the cum to be
very tasty and managed to gulp it all down without losing a drop.
I wasn't surprised when Carl didn't meet my eyes when I let his drained and limp cock
slip from my mouth. I was glad in one way. His disapproval would make it easier for
him to leave me, but in another way I felt sorry for him because of his disapproval. I
hoped he wouldn't get a wife some day who wanted to enjoy oral sex.
I'd washed my mouth out, with Carl's knowledge, but he didn't kiss me again. Not in
the cabin, or when we said goodbye and I got out of the car in front of my home.
It wouldn't've surprised me if Carl had blabbed before leaving town, but as far as I
know, he didn't. Not that I was ashamed of what I'd done and liked to do. But I did
want to be a little selective with my sucking and my fucking, and I knew how it was
when a girl got talked about in a small town.
I'd told Bob about Carl, of course, and he'd taken it okay. He hadn't displayed any
jealousy, anyway. The sex with Carl hadn't stopped my sex with Bob, so I guess he was
really glad I was finding sexual pleasure outside my home. When I told Bob about
sucking Carl's cock, and about Carl's reaction, my horny stepfather said Carl was just a
foolish boy with an old-fashioned outlook.
Then Bob laughed and added, "Not that cock sucking and cuntlapping is anything new,
of course. It's just that these days it's more out in the open. It has to do with the new
sexual revolution, I guess, and I feel sorry for people like Carl."
I was quite selective during the remainder of my stay at home. I only went with four
different boys during the next couple of years. I broke up with all four for various
reasons, but only one because of sex. Three went all out for the pleasures of sixtynining. 
The fourth liked to be sucked, but wouldn't lap my cunt. I didn't think that was
fair – and I still don't.
Even though I was near the bottom of my class, I did graduate from high school. Mom
and Bob were at the ceremonies, proud because they knew how difficult it'd been for
me to pass most of the subjects.
I'd been giving some thought to going to a city seventy miles away, but I hadn't
planned on going right away. I wanted to be out on my own. I'd miss Bob, I knew, but
I also knew he'd been right. I had to live my own life and our relationship couldn't go
on forever.
I had no idea I'd be leaving a week after graduation. Nor did I think I'd have to leave
because Mom caught me being fucked by Bob. After all, we'd been careful and lucky for
a very long time...
It was my fault. I got hot pants at the wrong time and my luck ran out. My only regret
is that I got Bob in trouble. As it turned out, I had very little sympathy for my mother.
Mom had gone next door. It was early on a Saturday afternoon and I'd assumed that
she was going shopping with the attractive neighbor woman. Almost as soon as my
mother left the house I was on Bob's lap, telling him I wanted to fuck. He wanted to
know if I was sure Mom and the woman had gone downtown. I didn't really know, but
I told Bob they had.
After my assurance, we both quickly got naked and started out in the sixty-nine
position right there in the living room. Down on the carpet, we shifted around after I'd
melted under Bob's mouth and tongue. I hadn't sucked him all the way off, of course,
and we quickly got his glistening, saliva covered cock in my juicy cunt.
We were in what is called the missionary position, and we'd been fucking for maybe
three minutes, when I found myself staring up in my mother's shocked face. I closed
my eyes, hoping I hadn't really seen Mom, I suppose, and I didn't say a word. I was too
far along on the glorious race toward an orgasm to stop. And, during the wonderful
mutual explosion, I didn't even worry about having to face my mother.
As it turned out, however, I didn't have to face Mom. She wasn't around when Bob and
I finished fucking. I figured she'd gone to the master bedroom, maybe to keep from
raising hell. I didn't tell Bob until we'd cleaned ourselves and put our clothes back on.
Staring, his handsome face pale, Bob said he'd wondered why I wanted to get dressed
so soon. I wanted to know what the hell we were going to do. He said he'd go have a
talk with my mother, but that I shouldn't worry too much.
She was in the bedroom. I waited, nervous as hell, wondering if I'd have to leave that
day. Bob was back in about ten minutes. He said that my mother would rather not see
me and that he'd give me some money.
"Do you think you can make it by yourself in the city, Peggy? You have mentioned
going, you know, and I think this is a good time."
"I'll go right now," I said. "I'd rather not see Mom, either. Will you take me to the bus
station?"
"Sure, honey. A couple of hundred dollars should be enough for now. I'll go to the
bank Monday and-"
"I'll make it on my own," I cut in, hoping I was speaking the truth. "I'll find a job and
I'll give the two hundred back, Bob."
"No, you won't, honey, It'll be a gift – just as any more I give you will be a present.
After all, this house will belong to you some day and-"
Bob let his words trail off and I rushed upstairs to pack a suitcase. I'll admit I felt like
crying for a few minutes. Everything was happening so fast and I had been so happy at
home.
I'd always adjusted fairly well to just about any situation, so I was okay by the time I
returned with my suitcase. Bob gave me the money and carried the small suitcase out to
the car. I'll admit that I was a little sad when I looked back at the house, already
wishing I'd at least tried to talk to my mother before leaving.
Not that I would've known what to say. I was only sorry because I'd been caught.
When I asked Bob what he was going to do, he said he wasn't going to do anything
and he wasn't worried about my mother doing anything.
"She didn't raise hell with you? She didn't threaten divorce or anything?"
"No, and I'm going to tell you something now that I hope doesn't make you dislike
your mother, Peggy. I've known for a long time, but I didn't tell you for a couple of
reasons. First, because I didn't want you to look down on your mother, and second,
because I didn't want you to think I was nuts for putting up with it. Your mother's
bisexual, Peggy."
"You're kidding! What does she do? I mean, is she aggressive with other women or just
passive?"
"She goes all out with the lesbian stuff," Bob said. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't let
her know I told you, Peggy. You will see her some time in the future, you know."
"I'm not in the habit of spilling my guts about anything," I said, picturing my mother
locked in a torrid embrace with a female. "The lesbian stuff doesn't bother you, Bob?"
"I want her to be happy, Peggy. I can't condemn your mother for being bisexual and I
don't want you to."
We were at the bus station by then and the subject was dropped. Still, I gave a great
deal of thought to the news then, as well as later, and naturally found it easy to
understand my mother when I discovered my own bisexuality.


Chapter 5

My luck took a turn for the better almost as soon as I arrived in the city. I spent the
rest of the weekend at a small hotel, only going out to eat, and Monday morning I was
headed to the state employment office to register. I'd looked through the want ads in
the local newspaper and realized I, wasn't really qualified for any job.
On the way to the employment office I passed a pet shop. There was a small helpwanted 
sign in the window. There was also a closed sign on the door with the hours
posted underneath. It was eight-thirty and the shop didn't open until nine o'clock. I
decided to wait around and apply for the job no matter what it was.
There was a parking lot next to the pet shop. A few minutes before nine the owner
arrived. I soon found that he was the owner after he got out of the car, of course. He
thought I was a customer. I followed him inside when he unlocked and opened the
door. When I told him what I wanted he told me he was looking for male help.
"I thought there was a law against discrimination," I said.
"You can take me to court, honey."
"If I had a million dollars, I just might do that, too."
The man laughed, then said, "And. if I had a million dollars I wouldn't be here. Look,
I'm sorry, but my wife would raise hell if I hired a gorgeous young girl like you. Beside,
I'm looking for a young boy to do the dirty work around here. I've been running the
place by myself for the last two months and I want. somebody to clean the cages and-"
"I could do that," I cut in. "I really need a job."
"This would only be two or three hours a day, honey. A kid after school would do just
fine. How old are you?"
"Eighteen, and I couldn't live on the pay for two or three hours a day, that's for sure."
"You're living alone?"
"Yes, and I'm going to have to find a place to live cheaper than a hotel, too. I just got
here Saturday and my money isn't going to last long."
The man looked to be in his early fifties. He remained silent for a few seconds, then
said, "I might be able to help you. What's your name?"
"Peggy," I said, hoping he wasn't going to proposition me. I intended to have an active
sex life while in the city, but I didn't want to peddle my ass for money or possible
favors.
"My name's Ralph, Peggy, and I'm not putting the make on you. I used to do dog
grooming here, but I stopped a year ago. Too much work, too much trouble keeping
help, and – well, you aren't interested in my problems, I'm sure. Do you like dogs?"
"I like all kinds of animals," I said. "My mother wouldn't let me have a dog, but I've
had quite a few cats."
"Why wouldn't your mother let you have a dog?"
"She said to own a dog was just as confining as having a child. She also had the idea
dogs should live on a farm where they could be more free."
"Your mother had some good points there," Ralph said. "My wife has the same ideas
and I'm inclined to agree. Would you be interested in helping around a grooming
shop? You'd bathe dogs, dip them for fleas, and make yourself generally useful. If you
have a knack for it, or even an interest, you might be trained to groom."
"I think I'd like that very much," I said, suddenly even willing to give Ralph a reward if
he could get me lined up with such a job. "Where do I go? What do you want me to
do?"
"I don't want you to do anything," Ralph said. "Except wait until I make a phone call."
He snapped his fingers. "I forgot! The shop's closed on Mondays. Well, maybe I can get
Mona at her home. It won't do any harm to try."
Ralph walked over to a phone on the wall. While dialing he asked where I was staying.
I gave the name of the small hotel. He told me to take a look around the shop. Figuring
he wanted to talk in private, I strolled around looking at various exotic birds. He didn't
stay on the phone very long and I couldn't make out any of his words even though I
tried.
"Mona said she'd give you a try, Peggy. She's willing to give you an interview, at least.
Are you still interested?"
"Yes, I am, Ralph, and I appreciate what you're doing."
"It's nothing," Ralph said. "I don't know Mona all that well, but she seems to be a very
nice person. Since I quit grooming I've been sending prospective customers to her shop.
She doesn't sell pets or supplies, so she returns the favor by getting her supplies from
me and also sending customers here'"
"What do I do now?" I asked, suddenly wishing everything wasn't so damn
complicated. He was a very attractive man and I would've been willing to give him a
piece of ass.
"Mona said she'd pick you up at the hotel in about an hour, Peggy. I told her how
you're dressed and you're to check out and wait in front of the hotel. She'll be driving a
red sports car. I hope you aren't underage and running away, honey."
"You don't have to worry about anything like that, Ralph. I am eighteen and my
mother and stepfather were glad to have me leave home. I guess they think I'm a little
too wild for a small town. Not that I'd do anything in the city that I wouldn't do at
home, of course'"
"I should hope not'" Ralph said, smiling. "Goodbye, Peggy, and good luck'"
I took Ralph's outstretched hand for a moment, thanked him, and left the shop. I was
sure he knew just about all he had to do was say the word and I would've given him a
reward most men wouldn't or couldn't refuse. I don't think he was physically incapable.
I think he was just a nice guy really wanting to help a young girl needing help and
didn't want to take advantage of that need.
It was only a few blocks to the hotel. I had breakfast in a nearby restaurant before
checking out. I only had to wait about ten minutes before the red sports car pulled up
to the curb.
I liked Mona from the first time I saw her bright smile. Beautiful is the only word to do
her justice. Her face was beautiful and I found out later her body was just as beautiful.
Her hair was black, her eyes green, her skin an olive complexion. I also found out later
that she was twentyeight. I hoped I'd look just half as good in ten years.
Mona leaned over and opened the door. I tossed my suitcase onto the backseat and got
in. She was pulling away from the curb even as I closed the door. We rode in silence for
a few minutes through the heavy traffic, then she started asking questions.
She questioned me in such a skillful manner she practically knew my life story by the
time we arrived at her home. She lived on the other side of the city, just outside the city
limits. It was a ranch style house with a big front yard and the back yard was fenced. I
heard a dog barking when Mona stopped the car under the carport.
"That's Big Boy'" she said, giving me one of the bright smiles I'd already started to
expectand to like. "You'll meet him later, Peggy. He's a Doberman and I have him very
well trained. We deal mostly with poodles at the shop, but we do get bigger dogs to dip
and bathe. Are you hungry?"
I'd followed Mona out of the car and into the house, taking my suitcase along. I told
her I'd just eaten. She told me to follow her. I did, unable to keep my eyes off her
gently swaying hips, her slightly jiggling ass, her lovely bare legs.
Mona took me down a hall to a bedroom and said it would be mine as long as I cared
to stay. I told her I appreciated it, put my suitcase inside, then couldn't keep from
asking why she was being so kind.
"I don't mean that the way it might've sounded," I quickly added. "It's just that – well,
I'm really a stranger, you know, and you don't know all that much about me."
"Unless you've been lying I think I already know a great deal about you, honey. As for
my kindness, I do need help in the shop and in the past I've also needed personal help
at various times. Besides, I wanted to do Ralph a favor and he helped sell me on the
idea of giving you a job."
"Do you live alone? I won't be in the way?".
We'd returned to the kitchen and Mona had put on water to make coffee. She motioned
for me to sit down, then sat in a chair on the other side of the table.
Mona said, "You won't be in the way, and I've lived alone most of the time during the
past two years. I've had a friend stay with me for various lengths of time since my
husband left-several friends, I should say – and I was married for three years. I'm
divorced and maybe some time I'll tell you about the reasons."
"I didn't mean to pry," I said.
"Why shouldn't you pry, honey? I sure as hell asked you plenty of questions and I'm
pleased with your frankness. Are you in love with your stepfather?"
"No, I don't think so. Oh, I guess it's a form of love, but – well, sex was all I was really
interested in. Actually, I think I'm oversexed, Mona. My stepfather told me not to
worry about it and just enjoy myself, though, and I seem to be doing okay by taking his
advice."
"I like you more all the time," Mona said, smiling. "We should get along just fine. Here,
and at the shop."
Mona stood up and made two cups of instant coffee. We sipped in silence for a few
minutes, then Mona said she had to go out for a few hours and that I should make
myself at home.
"This is my day off, you know, and I have several things to take care of. I have to go to
the bank and a few other places. Maybe you'd like to go with me."
I told Mona I'd rather stay there and she left. I unpacked my suitcase, then wandered
through the house, finding everything neat and clean. I washed the cups and put them
away. I looked out a back window and saw the Doberman in the yard. Big Boy, as
Mona had called him, was so big that I was afraid to go out and pet him. I'd read about
the breed being trained to attack and I thought Mona might've trained him as a vicious
watch dog.
The hours passed swiftly enough. I found some magazines in the living room. At noon
I fixed a sandwich and had a glass of milk. I then kicked off my shoes and stretched out
on the bed in the room Mona had told me to use. I wondered if Bob was missing me as
much as I was missing him and his big cock. I knew I was going to have to find a cock
soon.
That's the way I thought of them, too. Just cocks and balls on a male body. I didn't
want to depend upon my fingers and inanimate objects for relief. I wasn't ashamed of
the so-called girlish habits – they just no longer satisfied me. I went to sleep thinking
Mona might introduce me to a man or men. She'd implied that she liked plenty of sex
and she was certainly sexy-looking.
I'm a light sleeper and I woke up when Mona entered the room.
"Taking a beauty nap, huh, honey? Not that you need it!"
"Thanks," I said, smiling and rubbing my eyes.
"You sure don't need any beauty naps, Mona."
"And thank you! It's almost four o'clock. Would you like to eat here or go out?"
"Whatever you want to do is all right with me," I said.
"I wish I was sure of that," Mona said. "I have a date tonight, I mean, and he has a
friend. Would you like to have a date?"
Saying I liked the idea, I sat upright and swung my feet to the carpeted floor. Mona
perched her ass on a chair near the door. Her green eyes flicked to my exposed lower
thighs, then back to my face.
"I'm going to level with you, Peggy. I thought I could stall, maybe even keep some facts
from you until we knew each other better, but I'm going to bring things out into the
open right now. I swing both ways, honey. Just like your mother. I don't think I can
remain around your gorgeous young body without giving way to my desires, so if you
want me to I'll take you back to the hotel right now."
I wasn't really all that surprised. Nor was I shocked. After hearing the news about my
mother's bisexuality, I didn't think I'd be shocked by anything again. The fact that
Mona had so willingly picked me up at the hotel also made more sense after hearing
her words.
Meeting Mona's eyes, I said, "You don't pussyfoot around, do you? Did Ralph set me
up for you?"
"No, honey! He doesn't know anything about my sex life, and I did tell him to keep a
lookout for a possible employee."
"Then I wouldn't get the job if I turned you down?"
"I didn't say that, Peggy. You'll just have to find a place to live. I'll take you anywhere
you want to go and you can report ready for work in the morning. And, before you ask,
I'd promise not to touch you or even mention this at the shop. Fair enough?"
"It sounds fair," I said, meaning it. "I don't suppose you can help being the way you are
any more than my mother can. I suppose you want to lap my cunt. Well, I've had male
tongues probing my pussy, so I think I'll stick around and see what happens."
Mona had gotten to her feet, her green eyes glowing. Just the talk and my thoughts had
started the familiar itch in my cunt. I stood up and started removing my clothes. My
fingers trembled slightly, as it was going to be my first experience with another female.
I think I managed to appear quite calm, but inwardly I was very nervous.
Her eyes on me, Mona began removing her clothes. I soon saw that her body was just
as beautifully shaped as I'd thought it'd be. I was naked first. I stretched out on the bed
on my back, my pulse pounding, my cunt becoming moist. It was almost as if I were
waiting to be lapped and then fucked. Except, of course, there wouldn't be a stiff cock
to put the finishing touches to a thrilling lapping session.
"You're so very lovely, honey! But all you have to do is – well, just be here, baby. I
won't ask you to do a thing other than that."
I hadn't thought about doing anything other than being passive and enjoying a tongue
in my cunt. Looking at Mona's jutting titties, I did wonder how it'd be to suck on the
lovely mounds, though.
Mona, completely naked, had been hesitating, apparently waiting to give me a last
chance to object. When I didn't say anything, in fact parted my legs suggestively, she
quickly got onto the bed and crouched with her face just above my cunt.
Feeling her warm breath playing over my parted pussy lips, I moaned in anticipation,
remembering the many glorious times Bob and the other fellows had given me so much
pleasure.
Mona didn't waste much time. She used her thumbs to part my cunt lips even farther,
then lapped the flat of her tongue up through the moist gash. I lifted my ass from the
mattress and let out a little gasp. Her stiffened tongue darted deep into my hot cunt and
her hands slipped around and under to my ass. I lowered my ass down on her gripping
fingers and automatically entangled my fingers in her dark, silky hair when she began
tongue-fucking me.
I started to melt even before the hot tongue went to my unhooded clit. She was an
expert cuntlapper. As good or better than Bob. She didn't keep jabbing at the sensitive
organ enough to cause irritation. She kind of swirled her tongue near and around the
mini-prick, sending me soaring through a truly fantastic orgasm.
Letting myself go completely, bucked and squirmed furiously under the lavish worship.
I dug my fingers into Mona's bobbing scalp, hearing the slurping sounds as she lapped
and sucked up my released juices.
When I finally stopped all movement, limp and happy, Mona didn't push up against
my clutching fingers, but I removed them from her head and hair, She took a few final
swipes with her smooth tongue, then rested a hot cheek on one of my thighs.
"Thank you very much, Mona. I guess you could tell I really needed it. However, I do
have to admit that I could really go for a stiff cock right now,"
Mona lifted her head and tugged her hands from underneath my ass, I could see my
secretions glistening on her full lips. She smiled and her tongue darted out and around.
"I guess you could tell I also needed it, honey, You're really a tasty dish, that's for sure,
but I could also use a stiff cock right now, I do like to be fucked, you know. The cunt
lapping is just something extra I'm privileged to enjoy,"
"I suppose we can be fucked tonight," I said, hoping Mona wasn't going to suggest that
I lap her cunt. The idea didn't turn me off all that muchin', fact I was very curious as to
how it'd be, but I wasn't quite ready to give it a try. Probably because I wasn't sure I
wanted the name that went with the game.
"I intend to be fucked tonight by my date, Peggy, but you'll have to make your own
decision when you meet your date, However, I'm not going to wait for my fucking, I'll
be right back, honey,"
While speaking the last few words, Mona had swung from between my legs and from
the bed. I watched her jiggling naked ass while she hurried from the bedroom, thinking
she'd soon be back with a cock-shaped object of some kind.


Chapter 6

The first thought that entered my mind when Mona returned was the truth that I was
still capable of being shocked. She had gone after the Doberman. She was holding onto
the big dog's collar. I didn't have to be told what she was going to do. I'd heard and
read about such things, of course, but that didn't lessen the shock I was experiencing.
Seeming to read my mind, Mona said, "I'm not asking you to let Big Boy fuck you,
Peggy. I'm not even asking you to watch him fuck me. I do think you'd find it an
exciting sight, though. Do you want me to take him to another room while I let him
mount me?"
Mona had stopped near the foot of the bed. Big Boy had settled back on his haunches.
He was panting, his long tongue hanging out one side of his mouth. I'd sat upright and
could see the tip of his cock sticking out of its sheath. I could also see his big ball sac
resting against the carpet.
"He looks so dangerous," I said. "Aren't you afraid he'll hurt you? Maybe bite?"
"I've raised him from a pup, honey.. He wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't hurt anybody I
didn't want him to. You didn't answer my question. Do you want me to take him out
of here?"
"I think I'd like to watch," I said. "It'd be a new experience for me, that's for sure, and
so far all of my sexual experiences have been pleasurable. I'm just going to watch,
though."
"Suit yourself," Mona said, dropping to her knees. "I'm not going to put any pressure
on you to do anything, baby, so don't worry about that. If Big Boy could talk, he'd
thank me for doing this."
I'd moved closer to the foot of the bed and gotten on my knees so I'd have a better
view. Mona had put a hand down and was stroking and squeezing the Doberman's
sheath. His cock was slowly creeping out of its protective covering. His red prick was
soon extended to its full length and I was surprised by the size.
Mona got on her hands and knees, her ass hiked toward Big Boy. The dog got on all
fours and began licking Mona's ass and exposed pussy lips. She urged him on with
whispered words, at the same time balancing on one hand and arm while slipping her
other hand down under her body to her crotch.
The big dog was already making hunching movements with his hind quarters. His
blood engorged cock glistened with moisture. In a loud voice, Mona ordered the
Doberman to mount her. He obeyed, snuggling his lower body up close to her uplifted
ass, humping and jabbing his big cock until it settled onto her cupped hand.
I had a perfect view. Mona moaned as she guided the jabbing cock into her pussy. The
horny dog began humping at a fast pace, his body flaked out over Mona's arched back,
his front legs draped over her shoulders. She'd removed her hand from her crotch, and
again balanced on both hands and arms. She moved with the swiftly fucking dog, her
entire body shaking as she thrust back to take all of the big dog's pistoning prick.
There was a tingling in my cunt as I watched the exciting sight. On my knees, my ass
resting on my folded legs and heels, my hands went to my own throbbing, taut-tipped,
tits. Mona's lovely titties were swaying and jiggling as she hunched along with the dog's
fast, powerful strokes.
Big Boy's tongue was hanging out as he panted, saliva dripping from his mouth, and I
could tell the moment he shot his load. It was also obvious to me that Mona climaxed
while the dog jism was spraying her cunt. She moaned loudly, her beautiful face
contorted with passion, and I knew right then I wanted to be fucked by the big dog. I
suppose at the moment I would've let anybody or anything fuck me. I was just that hot.
After draining his big balls, the Doberman dismounted quickly, seeming to lose interest
in the whole deal. He twisted his head around and licked his rapidly disappearing cock
and I wondered how long it'd take for him to recover.
Mona rolled over on her back, lifted and parted her knees, her glistening cunt toward
the dog. "Come on, Big Boy! You know what to do! Lick my pussy!"
And the dog did know what to do. Or what Mona wanted him to do. He licked her
crotch, his long tongue coating the dark pussy hairs with saliva. Mona put both hands
down and parted her cunt lips. Big Boy licked the wet gash, his tongue going in and
scooping up his own jism mixed with Mona's juices. Mona finally patted the dog's head
and told him to take a rest. Big Boy padded over to a corner and stretched out on the
carpet. Mona got to her feet, her eyes going to my throbbing titties and clutching
fingers. I dropped my hands to my sides, and Mona wanted to know if I was disgusted.
"I don't think so," I said. "No, I'm not. I'm amazed more than anything, I guess."
"Even more amazed than you are passionate, honey? You did get a big bang out of
watching, didn't you'?" "It was an exciting sight, all right. I think I would've cum if you
hadn't already lapped my cunt so recently."
"Maybe I'd better give you some relief," Mona said.
Eager for more of the beautiful woman's expert lapping, I again got on my back. Mona
climbed onto the bed, but she didn't go directly to my steaming cunt. She kissed and
caressed my thighs and belly, then folded my legs back until my thighs were pressed
against my tingling tits. She kissed and tongued my ass-cheeks, her gentle fingers
roaming lovingly all the while.
In ever smaller circles Mona's hot tongue and soft lips moved closer to my cunt and
puckered asshole. I gasped as the tip of her tongue darted at my asshole a few times,
then moaned loudly as her tongue slithered into my yearning pussy.
It didn't take long for me to spasm under Mona's greedy mouth and tongue; I think if
she hadn't just been fucked by the dog I would've offered to go down on her. I felt I
should repay her for the great pleasure she'd given me, but I also wanted to find out
what lapping a cunt was like.
Mona had certainly enjoyed the intimate erotic act and I didn't want to miss out on any
possible sexual pleasure.
I'd straightened out my legs while spasming and Mona remained down between my
legs after she finished gulping down my juices. She rested a cheek on one of my thighs
and caressed my cunt lips and blonde pubic hairs with her gentle fingers. After a short
silence she asked if I'd had enough sex for the time being.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get enough," I said, again wondering how long it'd take
Big Boy to recover enough for another fucking session.
"I think we're just alike in that way," Mona said. "I guess I sensed it when we first
started talking. Or, rather, when I started asking questions. I don't think you're all that
oversexed, honey. I think you just like plenty of sexual action and aren't afraid to admit
it. Nor afraid to do something about it."
"You were going to tell me why you got divorced," I said, curious, but also doing a little
stalling. I suppose I was waiting for Mona to ask if I wanted the dog to fuck me. I
wasn't quite ready to volunteer, thinking it might be a great while before Big Boy was
able to fuck again. I was also afraid I'd change my mind if I had to wait any great
length of time and I didn't want Mona to think I was a wishy-washy kid.
"My husband and I were swingers by mutual agreement," Mona said, lifting her head,
but not stopping the movement of her fingers on my cunt lips and short pussy hairs.
"We agreed to swing shortly after we got married, I mean, and we searched out married
couples with similar desires."
"I suppose he then changed his mind," I said.
"Not about swinging and swapping, honey. When he found out about Big Boy, he
raised hell though, and that was the beginning of the end of our marriage. It really
turned him off. He stopped going down on me and – well, our fucking even tapered off
to almost nothing."
"You stopped swapping with the other couples?"
"Oh, no, we continued to go to the swapping parties. I guess he just got to liking to
fuck the other wives more than he did me."
"Did he go down on the other wives?"
"Sure. Before and after seeing Big Boy pronging me. As I said, something about
knowing I'd been fucked by a dog turned him off where I was concerned. It didn't
make me angry with him. To each his own, as they say, and I don't blame him for
leaving me."
"Do you still see him?"
"No. He moved to LA. He has a grooming shop out there. He wrote a couple of times
after the divorce, and I answered, but the letters just kind of petered out after a few
weeks. You can bet your sweet pussy he's getting plenty of sex no matter who he's with
now. I still miss his big cock and his educated tongue, that's for sure, and I doubt if any
one woman is satisfying him."
"Didn't he see you being fucked by other men?"
"Sure," Mona said, giving my belly a quick kiss before going on. "He also saw me going
down on women as well as men. We both went all-out for the pleasures of group sex,
honey. It's just that he disapproved of any female being fucked by a dog. Many females
feel the same way, of course, and I don't let just anybody know about Big Boy."
"I don't know whether I should feel flattered or insulted," I said, smiling to indicate I
was kidding.
"I just got Big Boy in here on the spur of the moment," Mona said. "And because I
desperately wanted to be fucked, of course. Maybe I made a mistake."
"I was just kidding," I said. "I think you knew that, though, and it sure as hell didn't
turn me off to watch the dog fucking you."
"You would've protested the moment you saw me getting his cock hard if you hadn't
been interested, Peggy. And, if you'd been disgusted, you would've hauled your lovely
ass out of here long before this. Right?"
"Right," I said, still unable to put into words the fact that I wanted to be fucked by the
dog. "Wasn't there any jealousy on your part when you saw your husband lapping and
fucking other women? I'm assuming you saw such action, of course."
"The only thing I can say is that you have to be a special breed to swap in the first
place, honey. I enjoyed seeing my husband giving and receiving sexual pleasure with
other women, therefore I didn't feel any jealousy. Were you jealous of the fact that you
knew your stepfather was also fucking your mother? And, I assume, also lapping her
cunt?"
"You have a point there," I said. "Still, I didn't actually observe them coupled together
and that could've made a difference."
"I don't think so," Mona said. "Not after seeing the way you're handling this situation.
I'm sure you're also a special breed, sweet-stuff. Otherwise, I wouldn't've gone this far
with you."
"You're right, of course. I guess I've always been interested in everything having to do
with sex. I know I used to really have some wild, way-out fantasies while jerking myself
off when I was just a kid."
"It takes a lot of guts at times to really live the fantasies most of us have, Peggy.
Personally, I wouldn't change the way I live and have lived. Have you ever thought of
having two cocks to enjoy at the same time? I'll bet you have and there's nothing like
having two cocks shooting off at the same time. One flooding your mouth and the
other one filling your cunt with hot jism just as you melt into a blissful orgasm."
"You're making me hot again, Mona. Even hotter, as I should've said, as I've been
steaming like crazy since you first put your tongue in my cunt. Do you think Big Boy
could go again?"
"Say no more," Mona said, swinging from me and the bed. "Come here, Big Boy!
You're about to get a special treat!"
I think the dog had actually gone to sleep. He lifted his head, gave a little bark, and got
on all fours. He pushed his nose against Mona's dark crotch. She shoved him away and
told him to sit. He immediately settled back on his haunches. Mona got on her knees
and began playing with his balls and cock. I watched, fascinated, and at the same time a
little apprehensive, as the prick began to ease out of its sheath.
When the dog's big cock had extended to its full length, Mona looked at me, smiled,
and asked what I was waiting for. Still on the bed, staring, my heart pounding, I
managed an answering smile and silently got off the bed and into position.
On my hands and knees, my ass toward Mona and Big Boy, I was suddenly very calm.
After all, I told myself, I'd been fucked many times before and it wasn't as if Mona
would let the big dog hurt me. He hadn't scratched or bitten her, and she was right
there to keep things under control.
Hearing Mona urging Big Boy forward, I braced myself for the onslaught. Then I
gasped and flinched as the dog's cold nose nuzzled my asshole. His rough tongue
swiped up through my gaping gash. I heard Mona urging Big Boy to mount me. I
figured she'd tugged on the dog's collar, because I felt his hot breath on the base of my
spine as he lifted his head.
I lowered my head and hiked my ass higher as Mona told me she'd do the guiding. I
felt Mona's fingers touching my cunt even as the big dog began humping and jabbing
toward his target.
My entire body was jolted when the dog's stiff and slippery cock went slamming into
my cunt. My knees even slipped on the carpet.
It's a good thing I knew what to expect. Big Boy's pistoning prick slamming in and
almost out of my quivering pussy was like nothing I'd ever experienced with a human
cock. The swiftness of the pounding cock was actually a shock to my nervous system at
first. I even started to tell Mona to order the dog off and out of me.
But it took only a few seconds for me to adjust to being fucked by the big dog. By the
time his upper body and front legs had settled down over my arched back, I was
pushing my ass back to get even more of the pounding cock.
Since Big Boy had fucked Mona not so long before, it took longer for him to shoot his
jism. Soon I was moving along with his swift hunching as if we'd fucked many times. I
heard the dog's panting and felt saliva dripping on the back of my neck. But nothing
detracted from the fantastic sensations being produced in my clasping cunt by the
furiously pounding cock.
I thrilled to two spasmodic releases while being fucked by the big Doberman. Once
soon after I got used to being banged so furiously, then a second time when his cock
jerked erratically and sprayed my clutching pussy with his hot jism.
As soon as Big Boy dismounted I got on my back as Mona had done after being fucked.
The dog was again licking his wet, retreating cock. Mona took a grip on his collar and
tugged his head toward my crotch. His long tongue slurped up the oozing jism. a little
bruised and very weak.
"You didn't like it?"
"I didn't say that," I said, a little sorry Mona had tugged Big Boy and his licking tongue
away. "I can sure as hell see how it could become a habit difficult to break."
"Why try to break the delightful habit, honey?"
"Who said anything about trying to break the delightful habit?"
Mona flashed her bright smile, winked, and took Big Boy out of the room. I hurried to
the bathroom and a shower, wondering if I'd really be ready for a hot date that evening.


Chapter 7

Mona was the one to suggest that we call off our plans for the evening. I quickly
agreed, knowing we'd have to get up early the next morning. She made a telephone call
to cancel our dates after we decided to go out and eat and while I was dressing.
She also showered, and we both put on slacks and sweaters. We went to a nice
restaurant and had a delicious and leisurely meal. Mona paid the tab and left a
reasonable tip for the pretty waitress.
My new friend and boss got a lot of well deserved attention from men and women, but
she handled herself in a very ladylike manner. I might be bragging, but I also got my
share of the attention. I took my cue from Mona, pretending I didn't notice the flirty
glances from the men, and from one attractive woman I had a hunch would've liked to
lap my cunt.
It was almost nine o'clock when we got back to the house. In the kitchen while we were
having a cup of coffee, Mona wanted to know if I was sorry she'd postponed our dates.
I said I wasn't sorry, because I wanted to be wide-awake the first day on the job.
She then told me that Big Boy was capable of making it again, but that she'd rather give
him more time to rest. I told her I could easily do without the dog's cock for a day or
so. She laughed, then said she could understand how I felt, that Big Boy was a little
rough with his fucking.
"How did you happen to get started with him?" I asked. "It seems more than a little
unusual to have a dog trained to fuck human females, I mean, and I'd never given any
thought to being fucked by a dog."
Mona told me she'd also been raised in a small town. Unlike me, however, she had a
more normal upbringing. She'd experimented with her fingers, of course, but
masturbation hadn't become a habit. She'd also lived with both her father and her
mother.
Her first date had urged her to drink beer, then fucked her after she'd practically passed
out. The boy had then bragged to his buddies about getting her cherry. She'd been
turned off by all boys, partly because she hadn't even been aware enough to enjoy her
first fuck.
A woman had moved in next door to Mona's home. The attractive woman, thirty-five,
lived alone except for two big dogs, a Doberman and a German shepherd. One day
Mona took a shortcut across her front yard and accidentally observed the woman being
fucked by the Doberman.
Seeing the erotic action through a window, she'd been so fascinated and excited she'd
remained long enough for the woman to see her. The next day the woman called her
over and begged her not to reveal what she'd seen. Mona, due to reading and her own
thoughts, had already decided she had latent lesbian tendencies. She boldly suggested
what the woman could do to keep the secret.
There hadn't been any objections from the woman. Within a few minutes Mona and
the woman were both naked and Mona was experiencing for the first time the joy of
having a tongue in her cunt. For the next few days Mona visited the neighbor woman
at every opportunity.
The woman gladly lapped Mona's cunt, of course, and she'd also allowed Mona to
watch other dog-fucking scenes. Within a week Mona was letting the Doberman and
the German shepherd fuck her. She preferred the Doberman, even though both cocks
were about the same size. She didn't like the long hair on the German shepherd.
It hadn't taken any urging on the woman's part for Mona to give cunt-lapping a try.
She liked the aggressive role very much. The relationship with the woman and the two
dogs lasted for about three years. The woman finally moved away. Not long afterward,
Mona moved to the city, still on good terms with her parents, but wanting to be on her
own.
Mona, knowing that being fucked by a dog wasn't generally accepted by society, had
decided to put a halt to the practice. She'd also decided to give up lesbianism for the
same reason. She hadn't found it all that difficult to change her lifestyle, mainly because
she'd started dating men and found that she liked being fucked by them. She'd also
discovered that most men were willing to lap her cunt and that she liked to suck cocks.
After a few office jobs she hadn't liked, she met her husband-to-be. He'd been going to
a dog grooming school and had talked her into also attending. She'd refused at first,
afraid she'd reveal her past if she were around dogs. But when he asked her to marry
him, and because she felt love for him and his big cock, she also learned the doggrooming business.
After finishing the schooling, they'd gotten married and opened their own grooming
shop. She'd been able to resist the temptation to experiment with the dogs while going
to school, and it was also easy after she and her husband started swapping. Many of the
swapping wives had been bisexual. Due to the many cunts she could lap, and the many
human cocks she was free to enjoy, she'd been able to push into the background most
of the thoughts about being fucked by dogs.
Mona's husband had bought the Doberman with the intention of training him as a
watchdog. The young pup had been so big that they'd started right out calling him Big
Boy. Unknown to her husband, of course, Mona had started training the pup to be like
the Doberman owned by the neighbor woman in her home town.
Until this point I'd listened to Mona without interrupting. I asked why, if she was
happy with her husband and the swapping couples, she'd taken a chance on ruining
things by training a dog to fuck her.
"There are several reasons," Mona said. "The main one being because I missed the
special thrill of being fucked by a dog. You've had very little experience with Big Boy so
far, honey, but do you really think you could ever put the thoughts of the pleasure he
gave you completely out of your mind?"
"I'll at least admit it'd be difficult," I said. "No, you're right, of course. What are the
other reasons?"
"Big Boy was horny even as a pup," Mona said. "He was always wrapping his front legs
around my leg and hunching in fucking motions. His cock was a delight to see even
then, and I'd get hot just looking at it. I think he could sense my arousal, too."
"I've seen dogs do that," I said. "Even to men's legs, where they'd have to shake the dog
off."
"I also had the idea that since my husband was such a sexy swinger, he'd understand
even if find out. Besides, I made up my mind that I really shouldn't give a damn what
people thought. I don't tell anybody what to do or not do and – well, that's about it,
honey. I've told you things I've never told anybody else."
"And I appreciate it," I said. "I like you very much, Mona, and I hope we can stay
together for a long, long time."
"We will if I have anything to say about it," Mona said, reaching out and patting my
hand.
"You really don't know how good it feels to have you here, honey. And I'm not only
referring to sex. It gets damn lonely around here at times. Big Boy can't sit here and
talk to me like this, you know, and I'd be the first to agree there is more to life than
sex."
"There's one thing I don't quite understand, Mona. About you training Big Boy, I
mean. How did you get him started? Did he just start fucking you by instinct?"
"I think instinct had a lot to do with it," Mona said. "Dogs have a strong sense of smell,
you know, and I know he gets a hard-on at times by' just sniffing my pussy. Especially
when I get hot pants and he hasn't fucked me for a few days."
"I guess it helped because you'd had sex experiences with dogs before," I said.
"That did make it easier, of course, but when Big Boy was a pup I started putting gravy
and other goodies on my cunt. The neighbor woman never did tell me how she trained
her dogs, but it seemed reasonable to smear tasty stuff on my pussy and let the pup lick
it off. I used to melt under his lapping tongue and he'd also get a taste of my juices."
"I'll remember all your words if I ever decide to train a dog to fuck me," I said.
"I think we'd better turn in," Mona said. "It isn't all that late, but I usually get up
around seven and get to the shop before nine."
"I'm ready," I said.
I wasn't surprised and I was glad when Mona suggested we sleep in her bedroom. An
excuse wasn't really needed, but she did say her bed was king-sized and more
comfortable. Since we'd so recently showered, we just removed our make-up and
brushed our teeth.
We discovered that we both liked to sleep in the nude, but I'm sure we wouldn't've left
night clothes on very long, anyway. It was warm enough not to even use a sheet for
cover. Mona got onto the bed first. I went around to the other side of the bed and
climbed on. Mona turned off the bedside lamp.
After a few minutes of silence, with me staring into the darkness, Mona asked if I was
sleepy. I told her I wasn't. We were far from being close together, but when I felt her
move I turned over on my side and met her near the middle of the big bed. One of her
hands went to my crotch, the other went to one of my tits. Her hot, wet mouth went to
my other tit, sucking, her tongue laving over the rapidly stiffening nipple.
Mona only cupped my cunt with her hand while sucking and tonguing my tit and
fondling the other hard-tipped mound. I put a hand on one of her tits and found it to
be 'firm and smooth. The nipple jumped to attention and I remembered how I'd
tongued and sucked on my stepfather's nipples.
A finger on Mona's cupped hand eased between my cunt lips. I surged forward, taking
the digit deep into my pussy. My other hand went down to Mona's fur-lined cunt. I
hesitated, then slipped a finger between her moist cunt lips. She surged forward,
engulfing my entire finger with her hot, clasping cunt.
Mona's mouth left my throbbing tit and searched out my lips. Her lips were soft and
smooth, truly delightful, and right then I started understanding my mother more and
more. Returning
Mona's passionate kiss, I met her darting tongue with my own, lashing in return, at the
same time finger fucking her as she fingerfucked me.
I broke the feverish kiss and whispered that I wanted to suck on her tits. Mona
removed her probing finger from my cunt and turned over on her back. Still fucking
her with my finger, enjoying the sensation of delving into the hot, moist depths of her
clutching cunt, I took a goodly portion of one of her firm tits into my mouth.
Sucking, and at the same time lapping at the stiff nipple with my tongue, I obeyed
when Mona told me to get on top so we could press our cunts together. To do so I had
to rather reluctantly pull my probing finger from her clasping pussy, of course, but the
sensation of having our cunts mashed together made up for the lost fingerfucking
pleasure.
I was a little smaller than Mona. Our bodies fit together perfectly, with me on top, and
I'd never dreamed going through fucking motions without a cock could be so much
fun. The word fun is far too mild, though. Feeling our cunts rubbing together was
sensational.
Mona's hands had slipped down to my squirming ass, her fingers gripping each cheek,
and my greedy mouth had gone to her other firm, hard nippled tit. As we began to get
hotter and hotter, our pussy hairs entangling, our moist cunts getting more and more
slippery, I moved my hands down to her rounded hips.
Soon Mona whispered that she was just about to melt. I was also rapidly approaching a
climax. I pulled my mouth from her thrusting tit and we again kissed passionately. I
slipped my hands around and under, clasping a firm, smooth asscheek with each one,
and seconds later we lurched together in a mutual spasmodic release.
When all motion finally stopped we broke the torrid kiss, but I remained on top, our
wet cunts glued together. I slipped my hands from under Mona's sleek ass, and she let
go of my ass, but our hard nipples remained pressed together as we kissed briefly and
tenderly.
"I would've never thought I could make it like that," I said. "I think our clits actually
made contact a few times. Am I too heavy?"
"No, honey, and you could sleep right there if you wanted to."
"I'm afraid neither one of us would get much sleep," I said, lifting on my hands and
arms and squirming our cunts together again. "I'm still not sleepy, though."
"Nor am I, honey. Are you still hot? Do you want me to go down on you? Or I could
go get Big Boy. He's capable and-"
"I want to try something," I cut in. "If I'm ever to completely understand my mother,
I'm going to have to lap a cunt. And I want it to be your cunt, of course!"
"Don't do anything if you have to force yourself, Peggy."
"I'm not going to force myself," I said. "I guess I was just using my mother as an excuse
to experiment. I don't really need an excuse, Mona. Right now I have this kind of
demanding desire. Something like the desire or need I felt just before the first time I
sucked my stepfather's cock."
Mona didn't say anything and I scooted down between her legs so I could more easily
get my mouth on her jutting titties. I sucked and tongued those two firm mounds of
flesh, each in turn, at the same time fondling and kneading them with my fingers.
My belly was resting on her damp crotch and though I knew I wanted to lap her cunt I
didn't get in a hurry. I wanted to make it good for her, as she'd done for me, and I was
also getting a big bang out of lavishing my attentions on her beautifully formed
breasts.
By Mona's reactions I could tell that her nipples were just as sensitive as mine. When I
sensed she was getting eager for my tongue to probe her cunt, however, I moved lower
on the bed and down between her long legs. My parted lips and licking tongue trailed
around over her flat, smooth stomach while my hands lovingly caressed down along the
sides of her lovely body.
Mona's belly-button was very shallow, like mine, and I darted my tongue around and in
the tiny indentation. Then on down, kind of zigzagging across her lower belly, already
breathing in the pleasant aroma emanating from her pussy.
Skirting around Mona's short, damp pubic hairs, I began kissing and licking her inner
thighs. She moved helpfully, parting her legs a little more, and by then my hands were
on her sleek hips. I'd meant to go on down and kiss and caress her long legs before
eventually getting to my target, but suddenly I didn't want to delay the actual
cuntlapping any longer.
There was a genuine desire burning within me. My heart was beating wildly, of course,
and my pulse was really pounding, but I had absolutely no wish to retreat. In fact, I
think if Mona had tried to push me away for some reason or other, I would've fought
to taste the cunt so close to my mouth and nose.
I moved my hands inward to the pussy lips there in the darkness, dimly wishing I could
see as well as feel and smell. I used my fingers to make sure the short hairs were pushed
aside. I used my thumbs to part the cunt lips, knowing that if I could see, I'd be staring
down into a moist, gaping gash.
I'll admit that the blood rushed to my head and there was a roaring in my ears as I
suspended my face and mouth inches above Mona's cunt. After all, it was a completely
new experience for me. Something like waiting to dive head first into unknown waters,
I suppose, but I didn't hesitate for more than a few seconds.
When I lowered my mouth to Mona's cunt, I was vividly aware of three sensations all
at once – the pleasing odor, the equally pleasing feel of her cunt lips, and the exciting
taste.
Knowing my juices were mixed with Mona's secretions somehow added to my
excitement. I jabbed my tongue rather wildly a few times, then settled down to tongue
fucking Mona as I liked to be tongue-fucked. I didn't have any trouble making contact
with her unhooded clit. That erect organ really was like a mini-prick. It was much
longer and thicker than mine and obviously just as sensitive.
Mona began wriggling her ass and making little hunching movements up to my very
active mouth and tongue as soon as I located her clit. I experienced a feeling similar to
that I'd always had while sucking a cock – a strange and thrilling sense of power
combined with the satisfying knowledge that I was willingly capable of giving great
pleasure.
I heard Mona tell me to twist around into the sixty-nine position, or words to that
effect, but I didn't make the move. I was too close to what I'd already started to
consider a reward for my efforts. The way Mona was moving and moaning I sensed that
she was on the brink of a climax and I could hardly wait to taste her fresh jism.
By then I'd slipped my hands around and under to Mona's wriggling ass. She began
bouncing and lurching. I held her in place as best I could with my gripping fingers,
while burrowing my face deeper and deeper into her sweet pussy. I had the sensation I
was drowning in hot, wet cunt flesh, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation and I
managed to breathe okay.
"Oh, Peggy! Oh, I'm there, honey!"
Mona's words registered in my feverish mind, but they were unnecessary. My lapping
tongue told me she was spasming. The increased flow of cunt juice had a delightful
taste and I kept on lapping and swallowing after Mona had sagged limply.
"You're a fast learner, baby! Now let me do you! You must be steaming!"
I was steaming, of course, and I wanted her to do me, but I didn't lift my head from
between her rounded thighs. I twisted my body around, lifted one leg, and settled my
cunt down over her eager mouth. Her hands gripped my ass, as mine were still
gripping her ass, and she rolled us over on our sides.
She began lapping and I started going at her cunt again. Our bodies moved together in
perfect harmony. I lasted longer than I'd expected. Mona must've done a great deal of
concentrating, because our timing was perfect. We spasmed at the same time and it was
a few minutes before I shifted back around.
We embraced, kissed briefly, and went to sleep in each other's arms.


Chapter 8

"Hey, sleepy head! Breakfast is just about ready!"
I opened my eyes and saw that Mona was fully dressed. Memories of the night before
came flooding into my mind. I returned Mona's smile and said I'd be ready in a few
minutes.
I took a quick shower, careful not to get my hair wet, and brushed my teeth. Mona was
wearing slacks and a sweater, so I dressed in the same manner. Mona had prepared
sausage, eggs, and toast. While we were having a second cup of coffee, Mona asked if I
had anything special on my mind after having time to think things over.
When I didn't answer right away, Mona added, "You do understand what I meant,
don't you, honey?"
"Sure. I was just getting things straight in my mind. I'm not ashamed of anything I did,
Mona. I wouldn't want to shout from the rooftops that I went down on you and got
fucked by Big Boy, but I'm not sorry and I don't have any regrets."
"I'm very happy to hear that, Peggy. Just remember that the gay stuff and the dogfucking 
is supposed to be just something extra, though. I don't want you to get hooked
on the extra pleasures, baby. I'm anxious to find out how you feel tonight after you've
again been fucked by a human cock."
"I'm not worried," I said. "I do wish I could let Mom know that I understand her,
though."
"She might not want to hear it," Mona said, getting to her feet. "I have a feeling that no
matter what a mother does, she doesn't want the same for a daughter. We'd better haul
our asses now. We'll take care of the dishes when we get home."
I stood up and followed Mona out to the car, liking the idea that I had a home to
return to. We hadn't mentioned what I was to be paid. On the way to the grooming
shop, Mona brought up the subject. She wanted to know if I thought one hundred
dollars a week, plus board and room would be fair.
"If or when you become a groomer, I'll make an adjustment," Mona added.
"It sounds very fair to me," I said. "In fact, if everything keeps going as it has been, I'd
be willing to stick around for no pay."
"You'll earn your way, baby. On busy days, anyway."
I soon found that Mona was right. She said it wasn't a busy day, but she'd groomed
eight poodles by four that afternoon. I had to bathe all the cute little dogs, plus
handling the details when they were checked in and later picked up by their owners.
Even though my back was aching from bending over the washtub and wrestling with
some of the more active dogs, I still liked the job and told Mona that in answer to her
question.
She told me that she had another groomer who came in to help the last three days of
the week. I did get a chance to watch her use the special curved scissors and the electric
clippers on a couple of the dogs. I felt sure I could learn to shape the hair on the
poodles and resisted the impulse to ask Mona to let me give it a try that day.
We took turns going down the street to a sandwich shop for lunch. Six of the poodles
were female, two male. One of the males got a hard-on while I was giving him a bath. I
had a chance to call the fact to Mona's attention. She laughed and asked if I was
surprised by the size of the little dog's cock.
I said, "Yes, and I was wondering if you've ever experimented with any of the male
dogs."
"I've been tempted, honey, but my better judgment stopped me. What if one of the little
rascals liked human pussy so much he tried to fuck his female owner. I don't think it's
wise to mix business with pleasure, honey. Notice how I've managed to keep my hands
off you?"
"We haven't had time and very little privacy," I said. "Is the groomer you mentioned a
female?"
"Yes, and she's also a very attractive woman, but she's married and obviously true to
her husband and just as obviously straight. She knows nothing about my sex life, as I
also don't care to shout about it from the rooftops."
Mona didn't have any regular hour to close. She had holding cages for the dogs, but she
seldom kept one overnight. We cleaned the shop and left at four-thirty, a few minutes
after the last dog had been picked up. She suggested that we stop and get some fried
chicken. I liked the idea and told her so. We stopped at a drive-in window and took the
fried chicken home.
While Mona was making a salad I took care of the breakfast dishes. An easy task, as
there was a built-in dishwasher. After we'd eaten I said I wanted and needed a shower. I
was hoping Mona would join me, but she said while I was showering she'd make a
phone call.
I knew Mona meant to call the man she was supposed to date the night before, and I
hoped he'd still bring a date for me. There was actually no need for my concern,
because Mona soon entered the bathroom and told me the two men would be there by
eight.
I'd just stepped from the shower stall and grabbed a towel. Mona looked me up and
down, then suggested we take a nap for a couple of hours.
I took the hint and finished drying my body on the way to my bedroom. I didn't feel
rejected, even though I would've enjoyed having a session with Mona then, as I knew it
made a good deal of sense to rest after working all day.
Within minutes I was asleep, proof that I'd needed a rest, and Mona woke me up at
seven. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse. She only remained in the doorway a few
seconds. I got clean panties and a bra and also put on a skirt and blouse. I washed my
face, brushed my teeth, put on a little make-up, and found Mona having coffee in the
kitchen.
Pouring a cup of coffee for me, Mona said, "It was difficult to ignore you like that,
honey, but there will be some way-out action tonight."
"I understand," I said. "Are we going out?"
"Since we have to work tomorrow, I told Pete we'd stay here, Peggy. Jack is your date's
name and I'm sure you'll like him. You'll also like Pete, of course, and I think I'd better
give you some information concerning the two men."
Mona went on to tell that both men were good looking, very wise where sex was
concerned, totally uninhibited, and both in their early thirties. Pete and Jack knew
Mona's ex-husband, both were married, and Mona's ex-husband had fucked both their
wives.
Pete and Jack, along with their wives, were still swappers. Mona had kept in contact
with all four after the divorce from her husband. Whenever she needed sex with a man
or with a woman all she had to do was make contact with anyone of the four.
Monday, while she left me at home, she'd visited Pete's wife. They'd enjoyed a sixty
nine session and Mona had told about me. They'd called Jack's wife on the phone and
arranged for Pete and Jack to date Mona and me.
After Mona had finished explaining, I said, "You could've told me the truth in the
beginning, Mona. You didn't have to make up a story about your date getting me a
date."
"I've been playing this entire situation with you by ear, Peggy. I have been evasive and
even misleading at times, but you should understand my reason. Your reaction could've
been negative at any point as far as I knew and I wanted to leave myself an out if it was
needed. Have I made myself clear, honey?"
"Yes, and I can understand why you were evasive and misleading at times. I'm still glad
you took such an interest in me, Mona. Happy might be a better word. Will I also get a
chance to make it with the two wives?"
"If you want to," Mona said.
"I'm sure I will want to," I said. "Do Pete and Jack and their wives know about Big
Boy? About him fucking you, I mean? And me, of course.\94
"No, and I don't think I want them to find out. They might be turned off, as my ex
husband was. They think the divorce was mainly because I didn't want to move to
L.A."
"I'm glad you told me," I said. "I might've blabbed and – well, I just hope I fit in with
your swapping friends."
"That, my darling, you don't have to worry about for one moment!"
Pete and Jack arrived fifteen minutes later. Mona and I were waiting in the living room.
I liked the friendly way the men acted, as well as their looks, and I wasn't at all
nervous. I didn't know how to act or behave at a swapping party, but I figured Mona
would lead the way.
The first fifteen minutes or so it was as if nobody in the room had the slightest idea we
were there to have sex. Mona did most of the talking, chatting about this and that, and
I paid very little attention. I figured she was mostly trying to put me at ease. I finally
caught her eye and asked when the party was going to get started.
Mona laughed, then told Pete and Jack that she'd told me all about them and their
wives. Pete wanted to know if I'd have sex with him even though Jack was supposed to
be my date.
"I thought swappers would speak more bluntly," I said. "Mona told me how great it felt
to have two cocks exploding at the same time. One in the mouth and the other in the
cunt, I mean, because I've never had anything except a tongue probing my asshole."
Both men were staring. Mona said, "The young beauty really has a way with words,
doesn't she, fellows? Let's all get naked and show her how much fun swapping can be."
I said, "I'm sorry if you fellows don't go for so-called dirty words, but I didn't mean to
offend and I did get things started, didn't I?"
We'd all gotten to our feet and were shucking off our clothes. Jack said blunt language
turned him on, and Pete said I should hear his wife when she was getting her rocks off.
Mona said we could start out right there in the living room, then later use the kingsized bed.
When we were all naked, Mona perched her lovely ass on the wide arm of an easy
chair. "I'll watch while you fellows get your kicks out of giving Peggy a special treat,"
she said, motioning for me to get down on the thick carpet.
I don't think I was all that awkward as I got down on my back. Both cocks were already
about half-hard. Pete and Jack weren't giants among men in the cock department, but
they hadn't been cheated, either. I figured the pricks would be about seven inches in
length when completely erect – and it turned out that my estimate was correct.
Dropping down beside me, one on each side, they went directly to my jutting titties
with their mouths and tongues. I was already excited just thinking about the action to
come, and their tit sucking really turned me on, along with their roaming, fondling
hands, of course. Jack mashed his mouth to mine first.
After I'd returned Jack's lengthy tongue probing kiss, Pete took his turn. I kissed Pete
just as passionately as I'd kissed Jack. By then fingers had started caressing my cunt. I
didn't know or care which horny man's fingers were stroking my quivering pussy lips.
I'd found a stiff cock with each hand, but I wasn't really disappointed when the hard
pricks were pulled from my clutching fingers. Pete and Jack had left my mouth and tits
and were kissing and licking their way down to my steaming cunt.
Pete and Jack took turns lapping my cunt. I lifted my head enough to see that Pete took
a turn first. He was an expert at the art, as was Jack, but they didn't lap and tongue
fuck me long enough to make me climax.
Mona, watching with great interest, told the men she knew damn well I was eager to
suck a cock. Before I had a chance to say I was also eager to have a cock shoved into
my cunt, Jack had moved up until his thrusting prick was near my face. As Jack rolled
over on his back, I followed, grabbing his stiff cock with one hand and taking his heavy
balls in my other hand.
As soon as my ass was hiked high in the air, Pete had his hands on my hips. r waited
until Pete had snuggled in and slipped his rigid cock into my very receptive cunt before
I took Jack's swollen cockhead into my mouth. Pete began fucking me with slow, deep
strokes and I began sucking Jack's cock, taking about half the cockshaft each time I
bobbed my head downward.
It didn't take long for me to realize I was enjoying myself with two long-lasting studs. I
just drifted along, applying a gentle suction to Jack's pulsing prick while hunching
along with Pete's steadily thrusting prick. I didn't put my inner cunt muscles into
action, either, figuring I'd save the energy until Pete was ready to shoot off.
I heard Mona suggest that Pete and Jack switch around. I liked the idea and pulled my
mouth from Jack's poking cock. Pete pulled his cock from my clinging cunt and it
didn't take long for us to make the shift. I licked my juices from Pete's cock while Jack
was getting into position to fuck me.
After sucking and being fucked for two or three minutes, I was rapidly approaching the
point of no return. Sensing by the increased throbbing of the cock in my mouth and
the faster tempo of the cock pumping in my cunt that both men were getting close to a
climax, I really let myself go.
Pete's fingers took a firmer grip on my hips and he really began pouring his cock to me.
I began working on Jack's cock with a stronger suction, at the same time jerking my fist
up and down on the wet cockshaft. I was sucking with my eyes open, so I saw Mona
straddling Jack's head and lowering her dark pussy down over his face.
Facing me, holding most of her weight off Jack's face, Mona said we should all try for a
climax at the same time. Pete said he was ready and told Mona to start the countdown.
With my mouth full of throbbing cock, and with Jack's mouth covered by Mona's cunt,
we could only go along with Mona's idea in silence.
Jack did make little hunching movements, lifting his ass an inch or so above the carpet,
and I began clamping down on Pete's pistoning cock with my inner cunt muscles.
Mona started counting backward from twenty. By the time she reached ten I was
hoping she'd start counting faster. And because of the way Jack's cock was throbbing I
didn't think he was going to last, either. I dimly realized, of course, that Mona was
timing it so that she'd be right on the money.
I started spasming under Pete's swiftly pounding cock when Mona reached the number
three. A moment later Jack's cock exploded and sprayed hot jism against the roof of my
mouth. When Mona called out number two, Pete's cock jerked in my clasping cunt and
shot a load of jism to join my released juices. "one, blast-off"
By the way Mona was rubbing her cunt on Jack's mouth I could tell she'd timed her
orgasm right on the button. Since I had a series of blissful orgasms and both cocks
continued to spurt jism for a few seconds, I'm sure it could've been called a four-way
mutual climax.
No matter what it could be called, however, it was certainly a delightful experience for
meand
I'm sure, equally delightful for my partners.
I was a little surprised by what happened as soon as Pete removed his softening cock
from my flooded cunt and I let Jack's softening cock slip from my mouth. Mona lifted
her cunt from Jack's mouth and told me to get on my back. I obeyed, still swallowing
Jack's spicy cum, and Mona quickly moved down between my legs.
Just as Mona's tongue slithered into my cum-filled cunt, I heard Pete say that his wife
didn't like to see anything go to waste, either. I'd never given any thought to doing as
Mona was doing, but it didn't bother me. I knew that when I was steaming hot, I was
also capable of doing just about anything.
Pete and Jack watched as Mona did a very good job of cleaning the jism from my cunt,
but Jack did say he hoped I'd take a shower. I knew the reason, of course, and Mona
and I both showered shortly after she stopped lapping my cunt. Mona didn't lap long
enough for me to melt again, and she told the fellows to get some beer from the
refrigerator while we were showering. I jokingly said to make it a soft drink for me, as I
was too young to drink.
Mona and I got into the shower stall together. We played around with our soapy
fingers, probing each other's cunt while we pressed our bodies together and kissed, but
we were both eager to get back to the men and their cocks, so we weren't gone long.
Pete and Jack were drinking beer. They had a beer for Mona and a cola for me. We sat
around sipping and resting. Pete and Jack wanted to know if I'd like to meet their
wives, Jack saying that both their wives were bisexual. I said I'd be looking forward to
meeting them with eager anticipation.
Mona wanted to know when we could all get together again, along with the two wives.
Pete and Jack both said they had plans they couldn't change for the rest of the week.
After a short discussion, the following Saturday evening was picked for another party. I
didn't say anything, but I did wonder if the two horny men thought they could take
care of four hot-ass females.
We finished the drinks and went to Mona's king-sized bed. Saying I didn't want to be
greedy, I suggested that since Mona hadn't been fucked, she should take Pete and Jack
at the same time. Mona turned down the offer, saying that it was really my party. I
didn't insist, of course, as I'll admit to a certain amount of greediness in that situation.
Neither Pete nor Jack had more than half a hard-on. Jack said he'd like to watch while
Mona and I went down on each other. Pete said the sight of two females locked in the
sixty-nine position was a real turn-on for him, too.
Mona and I willingly put on a show for the two men, both soon spasming under each
other's lapping tongue. Both men had thrusting erections when Mona and I shifted
until we were side by side on the big bed. Jack started out by lapping my cunt while
Pete tongued Mona's twat.
Since the two swapping husbands were such long-lasting studs, their second session
with Mona and me was really a prolonged affair. Before it was over Mona and I really
had to work for a spurting reward. We both enjoyed to the utmost the lengthy fucking
and sucking session, however, and I knew the same was true for Pete and Jack.
Jack fucked me while Pete was fucking Mona. We were so close I could feel Mona's
sleek hip moving against mine. The closeness of the couple fucking beside us made the
fucking by Jack even more enjoyable. I was racing toward an orgasm when Mona
suggested that the men shift.
The few seconds it took for Jack and Pete to switch around with Pete fucking me and
Jack fucking Mona, stopped my race toward a climax. But Pete kept fucking me and
Jack kept fucking Mona until we both spasmed.
While Pete and Jack were resting after their fast pumping, their hard cocks still buried
deep, Mona asked if I wanted to do some more sucking. I gladly gave an affirmative
answer. Pete quickly removed his stiff prick from my moist cunt and straddled my
upper body while Jack was doing the same with Mona.
Sucking Pete's thrusting cock with Mona sucking Jack's thrusting cock so close by
really turned me on. After a couple of minutes, I heard Jack suggest that he and Pete
switch again. I had no objections, nor did Mona, and within seconds I was just as
greedily sucking Jack's cock while Mona was giving Pete what I knew was an expert
blow job.
The men still hadn't shot their wads when my jaws began to get tired. Seeming to sense
that Mona and I had enough cocksucking for a while, Jack and Pete pulled their pricks
out of our mouths at the same time.
I spasmed the moment Jack moved down and shoved his saliva-coated cock into my
quivering cunt. As Jack settled down to fucking me with powerful and steady strokes, I
could hear Mona gasping and moaning as Pete fucked her with equally powerful and
steady strokes.
Pete and Jack managed to keep from shooting off for at least thirty minutes. They
weren't fucking steadily all the while, of course, as they switched around with Mona
and me several times. Mona and I got into various positions while we were being
fucked-on our sides, on our hands and knees, sitting and bouncing up and down on
their stiff cocks.
I had a wonderful time and I know the same was true for my three partners in what I
considered to be at least a minor sexual orgy. Finally, when Pete and Jack both
announced that they were ready to cum, Mona started sucking Jack's cock and I
engulfed Pete's blood-engorged cockhead with my eager mouth.
While gulping down the hot jism from Pete's jerking cock, I decided that even though I
liked to lap Mona's cunt, and liked to be fucked by Big Boy's pistoning prick, having
sex with a man was still the most important to me.


Chapter 9

Wednesday was practically a repeat of Tuesday. I only had to bathe six poodles, though,
and Mona did let me try using the electric clippers on one little dog. I didn't find it very
difficult and Mona said I seemed to have the knack to become a good groomer.
Mona cooked an excellent meal when we got home. After eating, and after we'd both
taken care of the dishes, we showered and went to the living room to watch television.
As we were still naked and sitting together on a couch, however, we soon snapped the
color set off and started doing what we both wanted to do.
We started out kissing and taking turns sucking on each other's tits, but we soon ended
up in the sixty-nine position. We took our time lapping each other to and through a
series of climaxes, then Mona went after Big Boy. Mona let the horny Doberman fuck
and lick me first. I enjoyed being fucked by the big dog just as much as I had before.
After the big dog was ready to fuck again I helped him mount Mona. I'd lost all
nervousness around the friendly animal. He'd apparently accepted the fact that I was
living there with Mona, and I knew I didn't have to be afraid of him purposely doing
me harm.
Thursday I met Mona's helper. Her name was. Sara, she was thirty-eight, and she was
very attractive.
I was a little sorry she was straight. She acted a little sullen at first, but when she
discovered I wasn't there to knock her out of a job, she became very friendly.
Even though I was looking forward to the sex party the following Saturday evening, the
rest of the week passed swiftly enough. I learned a great deal more about the grooming
business. I had to work my tall off at times, but I still wanted to become a groomer.
Sara agreed with Mona that I had a natural knack for the business, and I knew that it
had
Mona and I took on Big Boy again Thursday evening, but we let him rest Friday. We
wanted to be ready to go Saturday evening and his rough pronging did cause a degree
of tenderness in our cunts.
It was almost two o'clock Saturday afternoon before the last clipped poodle was picked
up by the female owner. We closed the shop and dropped Sara off at a shopping mall.
On the way home Mona suggested that we try and sleep the rest of the afternoon so
we'd be fresh and wideawake for what she knew would be a lengthy party. I told her I
thought it was a good idea.
Refreshed by sleep and by a shower, Mona and I had a light meal at seven. We'd both
dressed in a skirt and blouse, without bra and panties, and I couldn't keep from saying
it'd make more sense to remain naked.
Mona agreed, then said it seemed no matter how free a person wanted to be, some rules
of behavior had to be observed. I understood, of course, and said I hadn't really wanted
to meet our guests in the nude, even if I did hope we'd all be naked shortly after their
arrival.
Pete and Jack and their wives got there shortly before eight. Mona let them in and
introduced me to Babs and Vicki. Babs, Pete's lovely wife, was a redhead. She was tall
and slender with long legs and small titties. Vicki, Jack's equally lovely wife, had brown
hair. She was shorter and had big boobies. Both had blue eyes, a very pretty face, and a
very shapely body. Both were in their early twenties.
They were also very friendly and I was sure they would've been friendly even if we'd
met under far different circumstances. Mona told Pete and Jack to go get some beer.
They looked at me and I said I'd also have a beer, deciding I'd be sociable even if I
didn't like the taste of the stuff.
We were all sitting when Pete and Jack returned with the beer. Babs and Vicki were on
a couch, I'd picked an easy chair, and Mona had perched her tightly-covered ass on the
wide arm of the chair I was using. The two men remained standing after they'd passed
out the beer. All sipped except me; I just held onto the cold can.
Jack chuckled and said there seemed to be a degree of apprehension in the air. Pete said
maybe it was because Mona hadn't greeted Babs and Vicki with her usual enthusiasm.
Saying she could easily remedy that, Mona slipped to her feet, handed her beer to Pete,
and swayed over to Babs. Placing her beer on an end table, Babs got to her feet and met
Mona with outstretched arms.
Embracing and mashing their mouths together, Mona and Babs grabbed each other's
ass, their fingers clutching and digging. Vicki got rid of her beer, stood up, and put her
arms around both women. Mona shifted from Babs to Vicki and they kissed just as
passionately, their fingers also clutching each other's ass.
I was glad to discover that I didn't feel any jealousy, as I had wondered if I was falling
in love with Mona. There was a degree of love involved, of course, but I had no wish
for Mona or myself to give up any kind of outside sex.
Mona pulled her mouth from Vicki's and suggested that we all get naked. When the
three lovely women pulled away from each other and started removing their clothes, I
put my beer, still not tasted, on a nearby table and stood up.
Kicking out of my heels, I removed my blouse and wiggled out of my tight-ass skirt.
Pete and Jack were watching, not making a move to get undressed. Pete grinned and
said the first few minutes were reserved for Babs and Vicki.
"Pete and I do have to pace ourselves," Jack said, also grinning. "We aren't super-studs,
you know, and it's a good thing for us you four hot-ass gals are bisexual."
It was taking Babs and Vicki longer to get naked. They had to remove bras and panties,
and they were also slower because their eyes were on me. I was doing some looking
myself, of course, and I really liked what I was seeing.
Mona, saying she'd stay on the sidelines for a while, sat down on the couch. Pete and
Jack walked over and sat by Mona, one on each side, and I stepped out of my skirt.
Seeing that Babs and Vicki were hesitating, and remembering what I'd done the first
time with Pete and Jack, I stepped forward and lowered onto the thick carpet. I was
stretched out on my back by the time Babs and Vicki were dropping down beside me,
one on each side.
Babs and Vicki went directly to my thrusting tits with their mouths and with their
hands. Sucking and fondling, Babs worked on my right stiff-nippled tit, and Vicki on
my left taut-tipped mound. I managed to do some fondling with my own fingers, too. I
found Vicki's big tits to be just as firm as Babs' smaller titties.
Soon Babs and Vicki left my throbbing breasts and started down toward my cunt. I
asked if they didn't want to kiss my mouth. Vicki's parted lips got to mine first. Her
lips were just as smooth as Mona's and so were Babs'.
Neither swapping wife kissed me on the mouth for more than a few seconds, even
though I returned their tongue-lashing, open-mouthed kissing with equal passion. I
knew they were eager to get on down to my cunt, of course, and I was willing to get on
to the more intimate erotic acts.
Babs jabbed her tongue into my quivering cunt first, immediately finding my erect clit,
but she did little more than take a taste before giving Vicki a turn. Vicki tongue-fucked
me vigorously and I soon knew why Babs had been so hasty. They folded my legs back
against my tingling boobs, and while Vicki kept lapping my cunt, Babs tongued my
asshole.
Thrilling to the sensation of having two hot, educated tongues jabbing in my two holes
at the same time was a mind-blowing experience. Somehow my asshole relaxed enough
for Babs' stiffened tongue to actually penetrate at least an inch each time she jabbed the
hot tip.
Within thirty seconds I spasmed, but Vicki got out of the way in time for Babs to get
some of the cream. When I stopped squirming, Babs pulled her mouth and tongue
from my cunt and let me lower my legs. Vicki asked if I was ready to be fucked.
I saw that Pete and Jack were still dressed, but their cocks were hard and sticking out of
the opening in their slacks. Mona had her fingers wrapped around both stiff cockshafts.
Pete and Jack were fondling Mona's lovely titties.
Before I had a chance to say I was ready to be fucked, Mona said, "Maybe Peggy would
like to try something else I've told her about. Right, honey?"
"Mona told me how great it was to lap a cunt while being fucked," I said. "There's only
one problem at the moment. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings."
Babs laughed and said she happened to be a generous person so I could start with
Vicki. While Babs was speaking, Vicki was positioning herself on her back and Pete and
Jack were standing and removing their clothes. I got between Vicki's smooth legs and
planted a kiss on her moist pussy lips.
Vicki was really hot. She lurched upward and grabbed my head at the same time. I
snaked my tongue between her slippery cunt lips and used all the skill I'd developed
while lapping Mona's cunt. Vicki's clit was a dainty little organ, but by nuzzling in deep
I managed to get my lips in on the action.
Just as Vicki melted, her fingers digging into my scalp, I felt hands on my hiked hips,
then a hard cock being shoved into my cunt. I thought the stiff prick belonged to Pete,
but I wasn't sure until I heard him tell Babs to take Vicki's place as soon as Vicki got
out of the way.
As soon as I'd lapped up Vicki's tasty cunt juice, she let go of my head. I lifted my head
and Babs scooted her cunt into position as Vicki wriggled out from under me. Pete had
started pronging my pussy, and he didn't stop while Babs took Vicki's place.
Babs' cunt lips were just as smooth and slippery as Vicki's. Her short red pubic hair
tickled my nose, just as Vicki's short brown hairs had tickled shortly before. The
exciting aroma was just as pleasant as Vicki's had been, and when I shoved my tongue
between Babs' parted cunt lips, the juices tasted practically the same as Vicki's.
Babs' clit was almost as thick and long as Mona's. It was easy to get my lips in on the
action, but I was careful not to irritate the sensitive organ. Babs lasted a little longer
than Vicki had, and she didn't grab my head with clutching fingers. Babs did hunch a
little wildly when she exploded, however, and her sleek, warm thighs pressed against
my flushed cheeks.
I hadn't had time to clasp Vicki's squirming ass, and I also just held onto Babs' rounded
hips while she was spasming. I lapped up her cream with gusto, very near a climax
because of Pete's pumping cock.
Just as I lifted my mouth and tongue from Babs' pussy, Pete pulled his hard cock out of
my pulsating cunt. But Jack was right there in a matter of seconds, shoving his stiff
prick into my quivering pussy. I began hunching faster, driving Jack's hard cock ever
deeper, and his hands came around and clasped my swaying tits.
Jack kept fucking me until he knew I'd finished spasming. His cock was still hard, and I
hadn't expected him to shoot off, as I hadn't expected Pete's cock to explode a little
earlier, of course.
During the next hour or so I was involved in what I'd call a major sexual orgy. Pete and
Jack fucked all of us females several times and we all took several turns sucking each
man's cock. We females lapped each other in all kinds of positions, just as we got into
all kinds of positions while being fucked. The four of us also enjoyed what Mona called
a round robin.
When Pete finally shot his load, I was sucking his cock while Vicki was licking his balls.
I saved some of Pete's jism for Vicki by clamping my fingers tightly around Pete's
jerking cockshaft until Vicki could get her mouth over his cockhead.
Mona was sucking Jack's cock when he shot his jism, and Babs was licking his balls.
Mona also saved some of Jack's cream for Babs by halting the spurts with her fist. I
watched the latter shortly after Vicki and I had finished draining Pete's prick and balls.
Temporarily sated, the six of us flaked out for a few minutes, then Pete said he'd
brought a new stag film he'd bought a few days before. Babs told her husband to put
his pants on and go to the car for the f11m. Mona asked if I'd ever seen a sexy film.
When I said I hadn't Vicki said I had a special treat coming.
Babs said, "I've read that such scenes aren't supposed to turn females on, but whoever
made the survey sure as hell didn't talk to me."
"Nor me," Vicki said. "I can easily get turned on by watching sex films. And, believe
me, I've seen the film Pete just went after and it's really something special."
"What's so special about a movie showing fucking and sucking?" Mona asked. "Hell,
we just got through doing what you see in the stag films."
Jack said, "I think you might be surprised when you see this movie, Mona. I'll help you
put up the screen and get the projector."
The heavy drapes had already been drawn over the windows, of course. Pete returned
with the reel of film while Mona and Jack were getting things set up. Mona said she'd
operate the projector. Pete removed his pants and turned the lights out.
The silent movie was in color. It started with two pretty young women removing a
goodlooking young man's clothes. He was sitting on a couch and they were pulling his
pants off. Some of that scene had been edited out, because the scene changed and the
two shapely females were naked and tugging the young man's shorts off. His cock was
limp.
One of the women got on her knees on the couch and kissed the man while the other
woman went to work on his limber cock. It took quite a while for her to get his cock
hard with her hands, mouth, and tongue. His cock was really a whopper when it did
get stiff. It looked to be at least ten inches long. Tpe kissing woman swung one leg over
his lower body, positioned her cunt, and the sucking woman guided the giant prick into
the gaping pussy.
That scene suddenly ended and the woman kneeling on the floor was sucking the big
cock. The cunt and asshole of the woman who had just been fucked was still visible at
the top of the screen.
The sucking woman then just held her parted lips against the side of the big cockhead
while jacking her fist up and down on the long, thick cockshaft. Suddenly jism spurted
out of the blunt end and splashed on the woman's long, blonde hair. She kept jerking
her fist up and down on the cock, and the jism streamed out and ran down her fingers
and arm.
The rest of that scene consisted of the woman licking the man's jism from her arm,
fingers, and the softening cock. Next the two women were standing and looking down
at the man's limp cock.
"The best part's coming now," Dabs said.
Vicki said, "Yeah, and you wouldn't believe it if we just told you, Mona – Peggy!"
I'd kept my eyes on the screen, my cunt itchy again, wondering if I could take a big
cock like the one I'd just seen, but willing to settle for either one of the two cocks right
there in the living room.
Next the two naked women were in another room, obviously having left the man
because he couldn't give them what they wanted. There was a brief scene with them in
the sixty-nine position, then one woman was going toward a door. She opened the door
and a big German shepherd padded in.
"Watch this," Dabs said.
The woman had dropped down beside the dog and was squeezing his sheath with one
hand and fondling his balls with her other hand. His blood red cock came creeping out
of its hairy covering.
"Look at the size of that cock," Vicki said. "It's at least as long as the average man's
prick!"
The other woman got down on her hands and knees and shoved her ass at the dog's
nose. The German shepherd licked the woman's cunt and asshole. The woman
stimulating the dog's cock and balls got to her feet and tugged on the dog's collar. The
excited animal stood on his hind legs and pranced forward, already hunching, jabbing
his erect cock in the air as his front legs came down on the woman's arched back.
Within seconds, however, the jabbing cock speared into the waiting cunt and the dog
started humping like crazy. There was a rather lengthy fuck-scene, the woman
hunching along with the dog's swiftly pronging prick.
The scene, as well as the rest of the movie, was very familiar to Mona and me, of
course, but for Dabs and Vicki it was something new. I heard them making various
comments there in the darkened room, all proving their excitement, and a quick glance
told me they'd joined their husbands.
Or, rather, a husband, because the four of them were on the couch, Dabs sitting on
Jack's lap, his cock in her cunt, and Vicki in the same position with Pete. The wives
were bouncing rhythmically on the stiff pricks. I hoped they wouldn't take all the starch
out of the two cocks. I was in the mood for some bouncing myself.
On the screen, the dog was shown licking his own retreating cock, then his long tongue
was shown lapping up his own jism from the woman's flooded cunt. Immediately
afterward there was a scene showing the second woman being fucked by the German
shepherd.
There was a fade-out with the big dog still humping the second woman. Mona stopped
the projector, then snapped the overhead light on. Babs and Vicki were both spasming.
I could tell by the frantic way they were bouncing and by their passion contorted faces.
I suddenly wondered how often Pete and Jack fucked their own wives. At one point
during the sex party I asked Babs and Vicki that question. Both said that after most
parties they had an extraspecial session of fucking and sucking soon after arriving home
with their own husbands. I never have been able to figure that one out.
Babs and Vicki dismounted from the two thrusting pricks after recovering from their
orgasms. I took Babs' place, mainly because I was closer to Jack, and Mona backed up
to Pete and lowered her cunt down over his hard, glistening cock.
After Mona and I had bounced through a spasmodic release, leaving both cocks hard
and still loaded, Babs asked Mona what she'd thought about the two women taking on
the dog.
I met Mona's eyes, smiled, and waited for her answer.


Chapter 10

Mona told me later that she thought her secret, and mine, had been guessed. But, not
being certain, and stalling for time while trying to decide what she wanted to do about
Big Boy, she threw the question right back at Babs.
"I found the scene exciting, Babs. What do you think about the dog fucking human
females?"
"I found it just about as exciting as anything I've ever seen," Babs said. "Just now, and
the two times I've watched before. It made my pussy throb, that's for sure, and I'll even
admit that I'm curious as to how it'd feel to have a cock jabbing me so damn fast!"
"I'll go along with everything Babs said," Vicki volunteered. "In fact, I've been giving
some serious thought to getting a big dog of my own and seeing if I can get him to fuck
me. What do you think, Peggy?"
"I find watching just about any kind of sex act exciting," I said. "However, right now
I'm very interested in what Pete and Jack think about the movie and about this
conversation."
Pete said, "I can't say that watching the dog fucking the women excited me. Other than
thinking I'd like to be in the dog's place, that is. But it didn't turn me off."
"I have no objections if Vicki wants to be fucked by a dog," Jack said. "Hell, I welcome
any help I can get!"
"Jack and I have even been talking about getting a German shepherd for Babs and
Vicki," Pete said. "I guess any big dog would do, though. What kind do you think
would be the best to train, Mona? How about a Doberman? You have one, you work
with dogs, and-"
"I think I can answer your questions better than Mona can," I cut in, glancing at Mona.
"I'm going to make a confession, Mona. I've been doing some experimenting with Big
Boy while you were away and – well, I know much more about your dog than you do."
Mona started to speak, but didn't when I held up my hand. She realized, of course, that
I meant to tell some lies. I felt it'd be better for me to take the responsibility for Big
Boy's knowledge and his willingness to fuck a human female without much urging. I
didn't want Mona's swapping friends to know she'd kept a secret from them, feeling
they'd accept anything I might say as being the truth.
"I think Mona has guessed what I've been doing with her dog," I said after a short
silence. "By the way he keeps nuzzling my pussy, I mean, and he was a very fast
learner."
Everybody except Mona was staring at me. She'd averted her eyes, obviously willing to
go along with any way I wanted to handle the situation.
Vicki finally blurted, "Are you telling us that Mona's big dog has been fucking you,
Peggy?"
"I can't think of a better way of putting it," I said, smiling. "This is the first time I've
seen a movie of such action, but I've been getting fucked since I was fourteen. By a dog
and dogs, I mean, but that doesn't detract from the pleasure I get from human cocks."
"I think we're all witnesses to that fact," Babs said. "Weren't you afraid Big Boy and the
other dogs would bite and scratch you?"
"Maybe I was just lucky in picking the right dog," I said, getting a bang out of my own
lies. "I've never been bitten or scratched, but it isn't as if I've gone out on the streets
and picked up stray dogs to fuck me."
"How come you haven't told me about this before?" Mona asked, apparently deciding
to go along with my story.
"I didn't know you'd be interested," I said. "After all, I haven't been harming your dog.
Do you want to go with me to get Big Boy?"
I'd been moving toward the doorway while speaking. I was down the hall and in the
kitchen before I knew Mona had followed. She said it wasn't necessary for me to
protect her with lies.
"I know that," I said. "Why let them know you've been fooling them, though? This way
you can pretend to be fucked by a dog for the first time. I'm sure they bought my story,
Mona, so why don't we just let it go that way?"
"I don't suppose it really makes any difference," Mona said, hugging me. "Thanks for
caring enough to-"
I cut Mona's words off with a kiss, then said, "Maybe we should just let Big Boy fuck
Babs and Vicki."
"Okay," Mona said. "We'll then have the two human cocks to ourselves."
"I also thought of that," I said.
We both laughed as we went to get Big Boy. Back in the living room with the big
Doberman,
I asked Babs and Vicki to decide which one wanted to be first. Vicki said she thought I
should take on the dog first so they could see how it was done. I told her that due to
watching the movie she should already know how it was done.
Babs asked Mona if she was going to be fucked by the dog. Mona said she was still not
sure she wanted to get down on her hands and knees and let the big dog fuck her
pussy. I said that Mona and I could get fucked by Big Boy just about any time when
Babs and Vicki weren't around.
"Peggy's right," Pete said.
"I think our wives are chickening out," Jack said.
"There is another reason I think Mona and I should let Babs and Vicki take a turn
now," I said. "Big Boy's only good for a couple of ejaculations during the next half an
hour or so."
Babs said, "Hell, let's stop the bickering and get on with it! It isn't as if we're virgins
debating as to which one's going to get fucked first!"
Babs had dropped to the carpet on her hands and knees. Mona and I had both been
holding onto Big Boy's collar. The Doberman had settled back on his haunches without
being told. Remembering that was supposed to be the authority where being fucked by
a dog was concerned, I let go of Big Boy's collar and dropped to my knees.
I began stimulating the Doberman with both hands. It didn't take very long for me to
get the horny dog sexually aroused. Within a couple of minutes after I'd started
fondling his balls and running my fingers to and fro on his sheath, his glistening cock
had extended out to its full length.
"Now what?" Mona asked, obviously getting a kick out of going along with the idea
that I was a very experienced dog trainer.
Mona was still holding onto the dog's collar and he was straining to get to Babs' lovely
ass. I told Mona to let Big Boy approach Babs and I'd guide his cock into her cunt.
The dog went through his usual sniffing and licking when he got close enough to Babs'
ass. She gasped when she felt his cold nose, then giggled nervously when his long
tongue made contact with her gaping cunt lips.
Babs, very experienced in having men fuck her dog-fashion, of course, lowered her head
and hiked her lovely ass-cheeks higher. Remembering the role I'd chosen, I told Mona
to keep a tight grip on the collar so Big Boy's full weight wouldn't come down on Babs'
back all at once.
"Look at the way Big Boy's hunching!" Vicki exclaimed.
A quick glance told me that everyone except Babs was looking. The two human cocks
were still thrusting stiffly. I was glad of that, because I was afraid the sight might've
turned Pete and Jack off.
The Doberman had been hunching his hind quarters even before getting to his target,
of course, and I easily guided his jabbing cock into Babs' cunt. She let out a loud gasp
as the dog's prick went slamming into her pussy. Her knees also slipped a few inches
on the thick carpet. But she didn't flinch or try to get away from the animal's swiftly
thrusting cock. In fact, as I expected, within a few seconds she was pushing backward
and moving along with the dog's pounding prick.
"Hot damn! Look at him go! How does it feel, Babs? Great, I'll bet!"
Babs didn't pay any attention to Vicki's loud words. The redhead was obviously too
happily busy hunching along with the Doberman's swift thrusts to pay any attention to
anything else. I was right there to see that the jabbing cock didn't slip out of Babs'
moist pussy. Mona had allowed Big Boy's upper body to come down over Babs' arched
back and his front legs were draped over her shoulders.
"How long can the horny animal go on like that?" Pete asked after a couple of minutes.
He usually doesn't last this long," I said. "Not when he hasn't fucked recently, anyway.
Maybe he's just showing his appreciation for having a new piece of pussy. New to him,
that is; There he goes, folks! Brace yourself, Babs!"
This time Babs did speak. "I'm just about there! I'm coming! Slam your cock to me, you
wonderful dog! Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh! Awwwwww-"
I knew exactly how Babs felt, of course. Big Boy was hunching like crazy as his jism
spurted and flooded Babs' cunt. She seemed to be hunching almost as swiftly.
As usual, Big Boy dismounted quickly after shooting his jism. I'd gotten to my feet and
Mona let me keep handling things. I let the dog lick his retreating cock for a few
seconds, then grabbed his collar while telling Babs to flip over on her back. She quickly
obeyed.
The Doberman didn't need much urging to lick Babs' dribbling cunt. The redhead
lifted and parted her knees to make it easier for the dog's lapping tongue to get at her
pussy. She squirmed her ass against the carpet and urged Big Boy on, but he soon
settled back on his haunches. I told him to go to a corner and take a rest. He got on all
fours, padded across the room, and settled down on his side.
"That was a super fuck," Babs said, sitting upright. "A truly fantastic fuck, really, and I
wish I could have another turn right now!"
"How long will it be before I can have a turn?" Vicki asked. "Unless you're claiming
seconds, Mona."
"I'll give it a try some other time," Mona said. "We'd better give Big Boy at least fifteen
or twenty minutes to recover," I said. "In the meantime, I'd like to borrow one of the
human cocks present for a few minutes. I see they're both ready to go."
Pete and Jack both volunteered, but Jack was closer so he fucked me while Pete fucked
Mona. It really didn't make any difference, of course, as the men switched around after
a few minutes of steady fucking. I had one climax with Jack, then another with Pete,
and I'm sure Mona also enjoyed a spasmodic release with each man. They didn't shoot
off or lose their erections while fucking or while Mona and I switched around sucking
their cocks, either.
Mona and I offered to let Vicki take on Pete or Jack, but she said she wanted to save
her energy for Big Boy. Babs had enough sense to know neither Pete nor Jack wanted
to fuck her until she washed and I figured she was afraid she'd miss seeing Vicki being
fucked by Big Boy if she took the time for a shower.
Pete asked Babs how she felt after the pounding she'd taken from the dog. Babs said
her cunt felt a little tender, then quickly added that the slight discomfort was well worth
the pleasure she'd experienced with the dog's pumping prick.
Jack told Vicki that if she liked the action with Big Boy, he'd buy her a dog. Then he
asked if I'd train a dog for his wife. I glanced at Mona, she told me with her eyes that
she'd help me, so I told Jack I'd gladly train a dog to fuck his wife.
Babs asked Pete if he'd buy a dog for her and let me train him to fuck her. Pete said
he'd never refused her anything before and he wasn't about to start. I said I'd train a
dog for Babs and Pete and Jack both said they'd pay me any reasonable fee.
"There won't be a charge," I said. "Okay, Vicki. Big Boy's ready if you are."
While we'd been talking I'd called Big Boy over and again stimulated his cock and balls.
"I've been ready," Vicki said, her eyes on the dog's erect cock. "I'm sure I'll want Jack
to buy a dog and let you train him, Peggy, and you should take some pay."
"I'll settle for a party like this from time to time," I said, watching as Vicki got on her
hands and knees, her lovely ass pointed toward the Doberman. "Come on, Big Boy –
it's time to mount and fuck the pretty pussy."
Removing my hands from the dog's sheath and balls, I walked forward on my knees as
Big Boy moved until his cold nose on Vicki's ass made her gasp. His long tongue
licking her pussy lips caused her to moan. Mona took a grip on the dog's collar as he
lifted and started hunching and jabbing his stiff prick toward Vicki's moist pussy.
I moved in and did the guiding, managing to cause the jabbing cock to spear into
Vicki's cunt at the first contact. As had happened with Babs, the force of the dog's body
and entering prick caused Vicki's knees to slip a few inches on the carpet. Also, as Babs
had done, Vicki pushed backward to meet and then hunch along with the dog's
pounding cock.
As expected, the Doberman lasted longer with Vicki than he had with Babs. She
spasmed once shortly after he began pumping his prick in her pussy, then again when
his pounding cock exploded and spurted his jism into her cunt. She told us onlookers
each time she melted, but her words were really unnecessary. .
I didn't have to tell Vicki to flip over on her back when Big Boy dismounted. I let him
lap his jism from her cunt, then took him to the back door and let him out while Babs
and Vicki went for a shower. I hurried back to the living room, glad being fucked by a
dog was just something extra for me, eager to get back to either one of the human
cocks.
Jack was fucking Mona when I got back. I got down on my back beside them, my head
close to Mona's, and Pete dropped down between my eagerly parted legs. I guided
Pete's hard cock into my quivering cunt and he started fucking me in the same
rhythmic tempo Jack was fucking Mona.
"Remember – everything other than this is just something extra, Peggy. Right?"
I turned my head, met Mona's passion-filmed eyes, and said, "Yes – fucking like this is
the most important to me, anyway, but I'd hate like hell to have to give up the exciting
extras."
Mona didn't answer, but I knew she agreed. There wasn't any more talking for a few
blissful minutes. There was just heated action as the four of us raced happily toward the
wondrous pleasure I often wish would never end.


THE END
