MOTHER'S DOG DESIRE
By Paul Gable


Foreword

It's been said that every person has some hidden passion within his soul – some secret,
desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a
secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial – and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of
everyday living. Yet sometimes the deadlier passions surface – and another Charles
Manson or Son of Sam emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed – and another
Watergate or ITT scandal hits the headlines.
MOTHER'S DOG DESIRE is a dramatic representation of those who dare to let their
basest desires and passions come to the fore. They are among the few who are willing
to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be
completely liberated. This story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to
let it all hang out.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Janet Dennis stood in the kitchen leaning against the sink counter while staring
through the rear window. Her nephew Jack was doing some work in the back yard. She
had been standing there a long while watching him move about. He moved large pieces
of stone easily, and when the sun grew hot, he stripped off his T-shirt and hung it on a
tree branch.
Janet caught herself wondering... But how ridiculous that was! Jack was her nephew – a
member of the family – her sister's son who had come to Los Angeles for a visit. She
knew she should be more concerned about what he might try with her daughter
Denise. Both of them were the same age, and both could get into trouble all too easily.
Janet sighed, lowering her eyes while holding tightly onto the counter. It was strange
how easily heat concentrated around her furry pusy now. All she had to do was look at
a particularly attractive man and she was off, feeling her cunt swell up, feeling her pussy
walls buckling in with arousal while her nipples stiffened and scratched maddeningly
against her halter.
"Damn!"
She needed a drink. An icy, tall drink to take care of her cunt itch. She knew she'd been
gulping down the liquor a bit too much lately. She saw the look of concern on Denise's
face whenever she had more than one at dinner. Still, the girl couldn't know what had
been going on through her mind during the past few months.
All those years of denial since her husband's death five years ago were building up now.
Denise was very young when Brad was killed in that plane crash. How could she
possibly know the problems her mother faced in raising her, in trying to keep the
finances together so they wouldn't starve in the street?
But she had managed quite well. And now she was alone – alone in a damned big
house that was paid for, alone in a car that was paid for, alone with herself, feeling
electric sparks race up and down her thighs, making her flesh crawl with excitement
whenever a man came around. And now she was feeling the same thing with her own
nephew.
That's disgusting! she thought. I musn't consider fucking him! What would my sister
say? She cast one last look at the handsome black-haired stud, then pushed herself away
from the sink counter. No, fucking wasn't for her any more. That was for the young –
for people like Denise and Jack. She'd have to keep jacking off, letting her fingers stray
over her hot little cunt and peel back her pussylips while her imagination went wild.
"Drink," she whispered, shuffling through the kitchen, pushing back her long blonde
hair.
Janet stopped in the long hall for a second, turning her head and peering over one
shoulder. There she was, her reflection in the hall mirror.
Well, now I'm not so bad after all, she thought. Five-five, long, lithe legs, firm thighs
that showed so well under those short-shorts she was wearing, flat tummy and firm,
high-riding thirty-six-inch tits that refused to start sagging. Her tits pushed against her
tight-fitting white cotton halter.
She was aroused. The slightly swollen appearance of her mouth and the flush on her
face told her that.
She had told herself that was over! Why did her mind keep circling around the idea of
fucking? There, she had said it, thought it: fucking. The kids talked about fucking all
the time. They all but mentioned the word on television nowadays. Why shouldn't she
think about fucking – maybe even do something about it?
Janet sashayed up to the bar in the living room, dipping her fingers in the ice bucket
and pulling out several cubes to toss in a glass. Booze. That was her one consolation
now. In a second, that burning, tickling sensation in her cunt would disappear. Instead,
she'd have that dizzy feeling – a feeling she'd come to relish more and more.
Of course, she'd have to try to disguise her state in front of her observant daughter.
Damn her! What did Denise know about sacrifice, about the nun – like life she'd been
leading? Yes, a nun, a damned nun! All that was missing was the wimple!
Tilting her head back, Janet felt the cool liquor burning down her throat. She leaned
against the bar. The vodka will help me ignore the hot, mushy feeling between my legs,
she thought. Yes, it will help me forget about the tips of my tits that are so hard, they're
nearly popping through my halter. When I move my legs... oh God, it makes my pussy
move as if it had a will of its own.
Her full, rubbery cunt lips curled and trembled while her clit popped to the surface.
The tall, attractive blonde took another sip.
Maybe she should go see a psychiatrist. Now that the pension and insurance money
were coming together, she had extra coins. Maybe shrinks prescribed orgasms the way
other doctors prescribed pain-killers. That would be good. That's what she needed – a
mind-blasting orgasm to take care of her problems. Just the thought of climaxing made
her fingers tremble, made the ice cubes rattle against the sides of the chilled glass.
Janet smiled, seeing herself walking into a psychiatrist's office some day. She heard
herself saying: "I think I need two today doctor... orgasms, of course."
How silly. But her breathing was shallow and hot through her nostrils. She felt shakier
than usual, not herself at all. Something odd was happening now. She was slipping,
slipping from that cool iceberg appearance she'd been giving people. If they only knew
what a volcano she was, how shocked, how horrified they would all be!
From the far end of the hall, Janet noticed movement. She stiffened, holding the drink
protectively against her tits. At first she thought it was Jack. Her legs were shaking,
actually beating nervously against the bar.
It was only Phantom, the black Doberman she had bought nearly two years ago for
company and protection. It was such a hot day. And the poor thing had trotted in to
get some shade.
"Cool enough for you inside here, boy?" Janet asked, reaching down and petting him.
The big friendly animal twisted his head around and licked her on the arm. Strange,
that touch that subtle touch of his tongue against her flesh did something to her,
something that wasn't quite right. She wrinkled up her forehead, not quite
understanding her present reaction.
"Silly of me," she muttered into her glass, taking another long sip.
Adjusting her halter, Janet turned around and stared at the kitchen doorway. Should
she indulge her fantasies once more and stare out the window, wondering what her
nephew looked like naked, wondering how good a fucker he was?
"Oh God!" she sighed.
She knew she shouldn't think of those things. It was awful – sick. The thought of
fucking her own nephew, as much as it quickened her pulse, also quickened her self
respect. How could she possibly look at herself in the morning, knowing she'd broken
faith with her sister and committed incest? It was unthinkable.
But still, she could go upstairs and finger-fuck herself, close her eyes and worm her ass
around the big king-sized bed, fantasizing.
"Oh! Phantom! Down boy, down!"
The big Doberman was nuzzling her legs. She felt a damp nose on her calf and then
again halfway up her thigh. She backed down, her ass bumping against an end table
and nearly sending a lamp crashing to the floor. She spilled her drink on one arm while
she wheeled around, staring round-eyed at the affectionate dog.
What on earth had gotten into him? What was he trying to do? The thought of what
might be going through his mind turned her face red, then white. A dog – a dog was
aroused, excited by her? Things like that just didn't happen in real life! She felt a little
disgusted at herself for having even thought that.
"No, boy, go back... go back," she said, moving toward the kitchen.
Janet thought she heard the door opening. Perhaps it was Denise coming back from the
movies. She'd gone with her best girlfriend, Patty Granger, to catch the early matinee.
"Back."
Phantom was moving around her ankles once more, licking her feet, moving his sloppy
tongue, sliding it up toward her pussy.
Janet whirled about and kicked at the dog, sending him scurrying back into the living
room just as the rear screen door opened. It was Jack.
"Hi, Aunt Jan!"
He didn't notice how hot she was. Rushing for the sink to get some water, the thick
muscled stud didn't notice her full tits, her stiff nipples showing through the thin halter
material or the flushed look on her face.
"Jesus, it's hot out there!"
He was gulping down several glasses of water, wiping the sweat off his face. Janet
managed to regain some control of herself, smiling at him while backing away. She
musn't let him come closer to her, or he'd smell the muskiness wafting from her cunt.
She would be a maiden aunt to him – a second mother. That thought made her sick.
"Have you finished?" she asked, brushing back her blonde hair and unconsciously
assuming a sexy pose.
She was leaning against the breakfast table, her long legs spread apart invitingly while
she arched her back, making her tits appear even larger than they were. It had its effect.
Jack hesitated for a moment, taking in his aunt's attractive body. For a second – just for
a second – Janet thought she saw a flicker of sexual interest in his eyes. Then it was
gone, replaced by the boyish stare he'd always given her.
"Just about. Some of the guys around here want me to head on down to the schoolyard
and shoot a few baskets before dinner. That all right?"
No, I want you here holding me, touching me, fucking me, she thought.
"Of course. Just don't come home too late for dinner. I'll keep something warm for
you," Janet said, taking another swig of her drink.
He was still staring at her. Her legs were shaking, but at least she was sitting down.
"I'll finish up then," her nephew said, hitching up his trousers and tramping out of the
kitchen.
Had she seen something in his eyes, or was she only imagining it? Was it hope in her
mind that had created his passing interest?
"No!" she rasped.
Phantom was back again, nosing around, trying to smell her cunt. She took another
drink and slapped him down. But the dog was faster this time, ducking back, barking at
her angrily.
"Shhhh, no, no, Phantom. Go outside and play," Janet whispered, afraid all that noise
would attract attention.
How on earth would she be able to explain the fact that her own dog wanted to fuck
her? She was so confused today. The heat, her daughter, that crazy itch in her pussy
turning into an ache – it was all turning her thoughts into wild imaginings. She had to
get upstairs, get under a nice cold shower.
Janet was halfway to the living room stairway when she felt the Doberman's nose slide
between her moving thighs and bump the underside of her cunt. The touch was
electric! Her breath blew out of her lungs, a shock of pleasure nearly paralyzing her.
Never before had she felt such a sudden jolt of sexual arousal for a short time. She
stopped, closing her eyes, holding one hand to her tummy and trying to catch her
breath.
"No, this can't be happening!"
Things like this were out of porno flicks. People – women – didn't go around letting
animals seduce them. Oh, maybe some women enjoyed that sort of thing. But they
were the kind who eventually wound up in state homes.
"Ugh!" she grunted as he touched her pussy again.
Janet thought she was going to faint from pleasure. When Phantom tried touching her
pussy a third time with his snout, she tried kicking at him. But he whirled about easily
behind her, barking loudly. Then she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs.
The dog was making her giddy, weak. What was it that made him touch me like that?
she wondered. It must have been when I was thinking of Jack. That heated my cunt up
like a blast furnace.
Now she stood in the middle of the living room, clutching her half-consumed drink for
dear life while the Doberman was sniffing around her cunt trying to get at her fuckhole.
"Get... back!"
It wasn't working. This time, Phantom wasn't listening to her. And he had been such a
good dog – an obedient dog. People had warned her about Dobermans, about how they
turned on their master. But she hadn't believed them. Of course, this wasn't exactly
what her friends had meant when they warned her.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Phantom pressed close behind. He was licking her now, licking the soft flesh behind
each knee, wetting her with his wonderful tongue.
What on earth am I thinking of? she panicked. I'm giving in to something terrible –
something that should better be left alone!
Janet dropped her drink, the ice cubes scattering all over the living room rug. This was
awful, terrible! She had to get outside. The fresh air would knock some sense into her.
Certainly Phantom wouldn't try anything out there.
"No!" Again Janet slapped down, and again the dog ducked away.
She moved, and the dog followed, turning around and blocking her passage back into
the kitchen. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. He was going to attack her.
She could see that in his eyes – could see that in the way his short black fur was
glistening, was standing up on end around his neck and throat.
Janet wanted to scream and run – to bolt away from him. But she couldn't do a thing
except stand there and feel faint.
"Oh no, no, no..." she moaned in fear.
He had cornered her. She was backing away and finally felt the walls pinching against
her ass. There was no escape – no way to get out.
The Doberman followed her, his head dropped down between his powerful front
shoulders, his pointed ears pricked forward to catch her every groan.
Janet pushed her hands behind her, clawing at the plaster with her fingernails,
feeling'her toes fan out and press down against the soles of her sandals. Why was this
happening to her? What had she done to deserve this?
In a second, he was on her again. She felt his snout pushing hotly against her cunt. She
felt the nylon of her panties being shoved up between her pussy cuntlips, until her
pussy muscles spasmed from that slick massage.
"Phantom, why... oghhhhh"
Why was she so weak? Why couldn't she just walk away from him – walk away and
leave the animal to himself? Surely he wouldn't attack her, tear her by the throat! That
had been only a passing fantasy she had while backed into the corner.
Now, with Phantom between her legs, she could see the dog wanted only to touch her,
to... fuck her! But no matter how hot she was, no matter how much she needed to get
fucked, she felt she couldn't let herself slip this far and let a dog play with her cunt.
"OOOOOH... this is... horrible!" she was gasping, her words lost in the big room.
Her chest was tightening, her tits swelling up, pushing against the confines of her
flimsy halter. For one mad moment, she thought about hooking her thumbs around her
shorts and pushing them down, giving Phantom her cunt to look at – her cunt to sniff
and touch. Then, once again, she thought about morality, about how she could possibly
look at herself later on. She knew she was going to have to get away – knock the
damned animal out of the room.
She could smell herself now, and she understood why the dog was acting so funny. He
was entranced by the pungent muskiness of her cunt – the aroma of a woman in heat.
A bitch in heat. She was no better than those bitches she'd seen him pursuing up and
down the street. She could get down on all fours and be his mistress for the moment.
The thought made her laugh bitterly. No better than a bitch. She was standing there,
her shoulders shaking against the wall, her knees rattling while a dog was touching her.
If her daughter and nephew could see her now!
"Bad dog, bad..."
She couldn't help herself – couldn't help the primal lust building in her body. All those
years had gone by, and not once had she dated or even returned a smile cast in her
direction. What on earth could anyone expect when this animal, smelling her cunt,
started touching her?
He was stretching the nylon away from her body. She could feel the rough wet surface
of the dog's tongue graze one exposed cuntlip. She stiffened, pounding her shoulder
blades against the wall. She gasped from the unbelievable pleasure. She shoved both
hands down to cover her pussy.
He began licking her fingers and touching her knuckles – making her feel wonderful.
"No, oh God, nooooo!" she protested.
Janet turned suddenly and faced Phantom. She raised her hand threateningly. She
couldn't let herself fall – couldn't let the animal do this to her.
Phantom saw the threat and jumped away, easily missing her weak blow. Then he
plunged through her defenses. Home plate! The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue
as it peeled her cuntlips apart nearly brought her to her knees.
This is impossible! she thought. Oh God, I'm going to die – going to come apart if he
keeps this cunt-licking up!


Chapter 2

Phantom was growling low in his throat, bracing against the carpeting while he pressed
up and in. Janet's shorts were soaked through, pushed to one side as the animal nuzzled
her panties, shoving the legbands of her briefs away as he tried once more to get at her
cunt.
"NO, NO, NO!" she screamed, horrified.
Janet didn't care if her nephew could hear her or not. She couldn't let this happen to
her. To let her cunt be touched by this dog was too vile, too awful for her to think
about.
"Get out!" she ordered.
Her voice rang through the large living room. For a second, the shout seemed to work.
Phantom backed away, his ears cocked back. His growling stopped, followed by a series
of high-pitched whines.
When I get upstairs, she thought, I'm going to call the pound right away and have the
men come over and take him away. A dog like that has to be destroyed.
But he was back attacking her again – back to licking her cunt. She couldn't pull away
from him, couldn't make him stop touching her. She raised her hand again. This time,
the animal ducked back, then shot forward again, opening his jaws and sinking his
teeth into the legs of her shorts.
He was tearing at the material, ripping it from her body! She slapped down at him
several times, hitting his proud head. But he wasn't to be stopped. Instead of shrinking
back as before, he tore and ripped, tugging her shorts, the force of his movements
pulling her briefs down past her hipbones." NO!" she shrieked.
Janet drew both hands over her mouth, fighting down her screams as she watched the
Doberman tossing the ripped shorts in the air.
She was really scared now. She ran, her arms stretched out in front of her. She was
pursued – hunted like a small animal by a wolf. And that wolf – that horrible thing
behind her – was her own pet.
It happened fast. Phantom moved around, opening his jaws and closing his fangs on
her. He was nipping her ankles. He hadn't bit her, but the sharp brush of his front
teeth made her choke with fear. She stumbled, her knees hitting the coffee table and
overturning it. Magazines and candy dishes skittered across the floor as she fell forward
and rolled onto the carpeting.
She felt dizzy for a moment. The dog! she remembered. Oh God – I have to protect
myself from the dog-keep my cunt away from his snout and tongue. God only knows
what will happen if I don't protect myself!
Phantom was back on top of her again. He pounced, his forepaws hitting her thighs.
She was onto her back, her hands and elbows holding up her torso. He looked like a
hound from hell. Those dark brown eyes rolling in his head-those black rubbery lips,
peeled back to reveal his criss-crossed white fangs! Spittle flecked his black fuzzy muzzle
as he sat there and growled.
This had to be one of the worst experiences in Janet's life. Again she choked down a
scream. Things had gone too far for her to call for help. How could he scream out and
expect to keep face when Jack came in and found her like this? Her shorts were gone.
Her panties were wet with cunt juice. And the dog's cock was all the way out. Peering
between his hindquarters, Janet could see his red knobby prick fully extended, its
pointed tip wet with pre-cum. She knew she would have to handle this herself!
He started toward her again. He was licking her ankles, his dark brown eyes staring at
her, his chest heaving up and down, his nostrils flared, his forelegs braced widely
apart."
She knew she couldn't give in, but the sloppy friction on her pussy was doing things to
her – things that should have been done to her all along by a man – a husband or a
lover.
"Oh no, God please!" she panted.
But her will was once more sapped by the touch of her dog's tongue. He was growling
softly. She felt a chill shoot up and down her spine and had to turn away. Staring at the
animal as he raped her would be too much for her. She tried backing down, crawfishing
toward the rear wall. The dog growled, dropping his head back. He started biting down
on her ankle.
"Please, please, don't hurt me," she whimpered, tears clouding her vision.
Raped! And by a dog! How humiliating, how degrading! she thought. She shook her
head, pressing one hand to her mouth. Never before in her life could she have imagined
this kind of horror happening! Never would she have believed this kind of day could
pass. She knew she would surely burn in hell for this!
Somehow, Janet managed to climb onto the sofa, kicking the dog softly in the chest.
Her ass was squirming on the soft cushions. She was hot, really going out of her mind
with the heat pulsing in her cunt. There was no denying the dog had triggered
something, had pressed all the right buttons, had turned her into a screaming bitch who
needed to be fucked.
"Ohhhhh..." she moaned.
The dog's tongue was back again. He was sitting between her splayed thighs, leaning
forward, his chin resting on the front edge of one of the cushions.
Janet found herself pushing up to him, shoving her cunt against his fuzzy maw while
clawing at the armrest. The gentle wet brush of his tongue against her cunt labes made
her shut her eyes tightly.
"Can't let... let this happen to me. Oh God, no, no! It's awful... terrible," she gasped.
But it was happening. Fight it as much as she could, she couldn't deny the feelings
rushing through her mind and body. The animal's tongue was sliding higher and
higher, slopping along the insides of her thighs again.
Why is that touch doing this to me? Again and again Janet asked herself that question,
wondering why she was responding so well to the friction. She humped against his
sucking maw several times, letting her hair splash over her face and tangle around her
throat. She didn't care what happened now or who might walk through the door.
A sharp spasm passed through her cunt, nearly knocking all the breath out of her. She
had almost forgotten the power of her own body! She remembered how things had
been with her late husband. Closing her eyes, she could almost picture him again – big,
strong, handsome, with the fattest, longest prick she'd ever seen.
How he had loved to eat her cunt! How he had enjoyed holding her asscheeks apart,
wedging his cheeks between her thighs and sticking his tongue into her pussy! She
remembered how she tossed and turned, whimpering through her nose while clawing
her fingernails over his back. Again and again he fucked her with his tongue, pressing
his nose against her clit until she cried for him to stop.
"Stop!"
The dog... her husband. The images, the feelings, were getting all mixed up somehow.
But why not? Fucking is fucking, she reasoned. As she tossed and turned on the sofa,
her feet prancing on the carpeting, her toes rubbing against the dog's strong, furry
sides, she thought of her husband, of his prick. His cock, his cunt-splitter! When he'd
gotten through eating her cunt out, he would come up, hold her by the shoulders and
stare hotly into her eyes while drawing his knees up against her asscheeks. She knew
what that stare meant. He'd be fucking the hell out of her, pressing his cock against her
asscheeks, edging up until his fat, drooling prick head pressed against her cuntlips. It
was that feeling – that sensation of closeness, of being desired that she missed and now
so desperately wanted!
"Ughhhhhhhhh!" she grunted, trying to control her passion.
Phantom was reaching her drenched panties again. His tongue stretched, brushing the
narrow band of nylon covering her pussy.
"No, don't! You can't! You can't fuck me, can't do that to... to me!" she gasped.
Did the dog want to fuck her with that bony prick jerking between his hindquarters?
She assumed he did. All animals want to get off one way or the other.
She had to keep sitting down, keep her ass pressed against the sofa cushion. Phantom
was strong, but not strong enough to roll her over on her hands and knees. She would
have to be the one to do that, and she knew she would never, never allow herself to
sink to that level.
But this, licking – it was different somehow. She was going far, but not too far. And
now, his tongue was touching her inner cuntlips, forcing them to unstick and spread
apart. How did he manage to snake his tongue under the legbands of my panties? she
wondered. It was a horribly mystery to her. She couldn't really be doing this. It was all
some mistake! An accident.
But it was no accident. She jerked her hands down and caught Phantom's head in her
hands. She tried pushing him away from her spit-slicked cunt. But the dog was
growling in anger again, realizing what she was trying to do. She felt his body shaking
in protest, felt his head pulling away from her.
"No, I... oh you crazy dog! You just can't do this to me," she whispered.
She had been able to command him so easily before. Denise had always complained
that Phantom had too much a mind of his own and that he wouldn't mind her. Perhaps
she had sensed something in the dog – something that was now boiling over.
Janet let her head sink back onto the couch. She opened her eyes and stared at the
ceiling. Why try to fight it? Why not just lay back and let things happen? I've been
fighting for so long, she thought. It would be wonderful, wouldn't it, just to flow along
with the stream, let fate take me wherever it chooses, and then, then there would be no
responsibility, no worries.
"Mmmmmm..."
Phantom was going wild. He opened his jaws wide and pressed his killing white fangs
into Janet's fleshy right thigh. She snapped to, her body jerking back a little while her
feet pounded the floor. He wasn't biting, just showing her that he could. The keen
touch of those teeth sinking in, pressing back the tendons and muscles, made her suck
in a ragged breath. She tried moving back, but the dog pursued. He moved higher,
biting down closer to her cunt.
"No, no, NO!"
Her heart pounded wildly. The dog pushed his shoulders in farther. She felt her legs
being shoved apart a little more. He was getting hotter, wanting to knock her over and
drive his knobby little prick into her pussy. But that was one thing she wouldn't let
happen. He could tear out her throat, but she wasn't about to let him fuck her pussy.
"Uuugh – ohhhhh, my GOD!" she panted.
Everything he was doing she wanted and needed. She sucked in one lip and bit down
hard until she tasted blood. Yes, that was what she needed, punishment for feeling so
good, for letting this terrible thing take place.
Climax! She was going to cum – cum in the dog's mouth. What a wonderful, awful
experience that was going to be! Orgasm, cum, climax! The words and events associated
with them rang through her confused head.
"Ohhhhh," Janet sobbed, rolling to one side on the couch.
Her sloppy nylon panties twisted, pulling into a tangled rope that fell to one side. Her
bloated cuntlips were exposed.
Phantom grunted then, and moved toward her glistening cuntflesh.
"Oh no!" Janet screamed.
She felt her mind slipping, her will fading away as she rolled over a little more, pushing
her ass back so the hungry big dog could shove his snout in. He was twisting his
muzzle around, poking his nose in and out of her cunthole, actually fucking her with
his maw!
She clutched frantically at the couch pillow, hunching back, biting into the pillowcase
while fucking back like a mad woman. She needed his snout in her cunt! Electric-like
shocks burned through her pussy, making her juice even more for the probing animal!
Her legs twisted together, her knees pressing against the sofa cushions.
Phantom was getting more wild, more aroused than she'd ever seen him. He pressed his
claws up against her thighs and stuck his nose farther in her cunt, moving it up and
down against the slick folds and hollows of her pussy.
Yes, yes! she thought. I'm going to climax in his mouth! She felt herself rocketing up to
that golden world of cum, that wonderful level where she'd be bucking against his
licking mouth. She hunched back, clawing at the pillows, kicking the sofa with the
backs of her bare feet.
"Unnghhhh... ooohhuhuhoooh..."
Janet looked around, staring at the familiar living room, her vision blurred with her
tears and sweat. She grunted, feeling the Doberman's hot pink tongue slop over her hot
cunt crack, petting her clit again and again.
"Yes, oh yes! There – right there!" she cried, jerking her knees up against her tits.
She was breathing with wheezing, whistling sounds, sounding exactly like the
overexcited animal between her knees. She was like him – an animal in heat, pressing
her cunt against his mouth, asking, begging for him to take care of her pulsing fuck
hole!
The thought of what was happening – the idea that she was letting herself become
degraded by her own pet animal made her shiver once again with unspeakable delight.
Shoving her hands up, she clawed at her halter, pulling it down, letting her tits spring
free and flop down against her chest.
She reached up and started playing with her nipples, pinching them between her
thumbs and forefingers, wishing Phantom somehow could touch her tits and her cunt
at the same time. Her husband had. Oh, her husband had fucked her cunt and played
with her tits!
"Uhghhhhh!" she gasped as another series of sharp spasms made her cunt walls knot
up with tension. The wild tickle in her pussy was getting worse. She was building
steadily to the orgasm she'd needed all these long, empty years. Her mind was
overloaded with what was happening. She was confused, torn with doubt as the dog
kept lapping at her cunt.
"Noooo..."
What am I doing? she panicked. What on earth have I let happen here? A sudden flash
of horror brought her to her senses. The dog – his tongue – oh GOD! This can't
happen – not here – not in my own house!
"GET AWAY!" she shrieked.
Somehow she had managed to fight her way through the horrible fog that had settled
over her brain. She shoved Phantom to the side, crawling on all fours across the carpet.
The dog twisted around and pursued her, nipping at her shivering thighs, biting
playfully at her jiggling asscheeks.
She slapped back, feeling her panties being pulled into a tangled, twisted rope between
her asscheeks. The dog was wetting her ass, nipping at her again and again as she
reached the stairs
"NOW GET AWAY!"
She grabbed hold of the rail, pulling herself up, dragging herself along the stairs while
still kicking back at Phantom. This had to be the hardest thing she'd ever done in her
life.
Reaching the top, Janet nearly collapsed from exhaustion. The darkened hall spun
around in front of her while a strange roaring sound rushed through her ears. She knew
she couldn't give up now, not when she could see the opened bathroom door in the
distance. Stumbling down the hall, slapping down at the big, barking Doberman who
was still trying to draw her down to the floor, she made it to the entrance of her
bathroom.
"Yiiiii!" she screeched as the dog made one last move, shoving part of his black muzzle
into her drooling hot cunt.
Janet shot forward, her knees banging hard against the door, her feet finally slamming
back against it and slamming it shut. Clinging to the stool of the toilet, she felt her cunt
explode, felt the tiny muscles around her pussy mouth cramp shut on thin air.
It was good, too good. It was almost wrong to have her cunt feel so good. One part of
her wanted the cuntlapping to stop, and the other part kept telling her to go on. She
moved her thighs from side to side, rocking her body until the firestorm in her pussy
raged out of control, roaring up to her tits, asshole – all parts of her body.
When she finally opened her eyes again, she found herself curled around the toilet
bowl.
"Damned dog! I swear, I'll kill him!"
But could she blame him? Would he have attacked her that way if there hadn't been the
aroma, the smell of her cunt in heat? She shook her head, pulling herself up and
bracing herself against the sink.
She didn't want to think of it now. Her thoughts were all jumbled, not falling into place
the way they should. Perhaps later, when things were clearer, she could figure out what
had triggered this bizarre incident.
Janet hauled herself up and bent over the tub, turning on the cold water. She knew
she'd need plenty of water to cool herself down. She couldn't afford to have the dog
attack her again – not with her daughter here, not with her nephew around.


Chapter 3

"Then are you gonna let him fuck you?"
"Patty Granger! Don't you say things like that again, understand?"
"Well, just the way you keep talking about your cousin Jack, I thought... you know, you
might let him go all the way."
Denise tilted her head back a little, shaking the stray strands of blonde hair from her
face. She looked around the street nervously to see if any of her mother's friends were
outside.
They were only a block from her house, strolling down the hot, treeless street. Both of
them were wearing string bikinis – bathing suits Janet had vocally disapproved of.
"I've got more respect for my body than that," she had answered airily.
The truth was that Denise was terrified of Jack. Whenever she drew near to him, she
felt her heart slamming away, felt her palms get all sweaty while her pulse roared
through her head. And her cunt – all kinds of things were going on down there in her
pussy. She had never experienced the heat and tightness in her cunt that made her gasp
for air.
Had her cousin seen it? Had he seen the way she trembled whenever he stared at her
from across the dining room table? She was almost sure her mother suspected
something might be going on. That was why she'd been working so hard to keep the
two of them apart. And now Patty was talking about fucking – about letting her cousin
slip his prick into her cunt. All this talk was making her feel hot and shivery at the
same time. Her panty crotch clung uncomfortably to her swelling pussylips as she
increased the speed of her striding. Sweat beaded her forehead.
"Well, never mind the way I talk. We're just friends, my cousin and me," Denise said,
eyeing Patty and wondering if she believed her.
"Bet you never even asked him to... to, well, you know," Patty said, careful not to use
that word that seemed to offend Denise.
"He's my cousin!" Denise said, clutching her fingers into two fists.
"So what? Debbie Hampton and her cousin fuck all the time, and it doesn't seem to
bother them. I don't see why you make such a big deal out of it," Patty said, shrugging
as they turned into the broad sweeping drive.
"What would you do? You've been trying to get Greg to... to fuck you for a year, and
still he hasn't come around," Denise countered, adjusting the strap of her thin halter.
She suddenly felt so naked, so bare as they approached the large front door. She
wondered what her mother would say when she saw her wearing the forbidden bathing
suit.
"I know," Patty sighed, brushing back her hair and leaning against the doorway." You
know, sometimes I think he's gonna fuck me. I mean, we're foolin' around, and he's all
hot and panting, and I think that he's gonna fuck me. And then... "She shrugged again.
"You know, once I touched his prick." She leaned forward and giggled.
Denise giggled too, feeling hot flashes shoot around her pussy. How did it feel? She
wanted to know! She rubbed her thighs together secretly, feeling her chest tighten so
much she could hardly breathe.
"Did it... did it cum?"
Denise felt so wicked, standing there in the doorway of her mother's house and talking
about things like that. But it just sort of slipped out. Both girls covered their mouths
and giggled hysterically for several seconds, finally getting themselves under control.
"No, but I thought something was going to happen! Gosh, his cock's real hot and hard.
When I took his prick in my hand it kinda jumped around. And Greg – I thought he
was going to go through the roof! He kept jerking around, kicking the dashboard, and
saying weird things! I wanted to... to jack him off," Patty said, lowering her eyes and
blushing." But he said he couldn't let me do that."
Both girls looked at one another, panting like bitches.
"I... I think I'm going to try something with my cousin," Denise said, biting her lower
lip and smiling slyly at her best friend.
Patty giggled, nudging Denise.
"Tell me about it. Maybe I could learn a few pointers from you. And then Greg... well,
you know, after a year I want something to happen."
Denise hugged her best friend, then told her she'd call her later on as she slipped into
the house.
"Mom?"
There was no answer. She sighed with relief, walking softly through the large, dark
living room. It was so cool, so quiet. For a second, the girl wanted to stay inside. But
she could hear her cousin working outside, could hear him lifting those rocks, moving
things around, working his body until it glistened with sweat." Mom?"
Again no answer. Denise padded through the living room and stopped in the hall,
glancing at herself in the same mirror Janet had used hours ago. She knew she was
attractive – damned attractive. If she were a guy, she'd like her!
Turning, Denise sucked in her flat stomach until it made a cave under her ribs. She
realized how really small she was, how slender compared to Jack's muscular, hard build.
She passed one hand through her hair until the blonde strands fell smoothly over her
shoulders. Her bathing suit revealed just about everything on her body. It wasn't any
wonder her mother disapproved of her wearing it.
Denise turned again, peering over one shoulder and checking out her behind. She
stared at her jutting shoulder blades, her pert little ass, barely covered in the thin blue
material. Jack would have to notice her now. He'd have a hard time ignoring her when
she pranced by, her tits and ass jiggling in the confines of her bikini.
Smiling sexily, she wiggled down the hall, through the darkened kitchen.
"Stay, Phantom," she said in a harsh voice, pointing at the Doberman as he started to
scramble up from his bed.
Denise pushed the door open and stepped out into the bright late afternoon sunlight. It
was hot out there, and there was hardly a breeze stirring the leaves of the trees in the
garden. She shaded her eyes, peering through the bushes, wondering where her cousin
had disappeared to. Rummaging sounds in the garage told her he was there.
Swallowing hard, she moved slowly through the garden, stepping carefully over the
bricks Jack had been laying for the patio. She stood by the garage door now, one hand
braced against the large doorway. Peering into the dark, she could make out some
movement.
"Jack?"
"Denise? Hi, come in. I was just finishing up," he said, wiping the sweat from his
forehead with the back of one hand.
"I... uh, just came down from Patty's and heard you working back here. You, uh,
haven't seen my mom around, have you?"
Jack was busily wiping his hands, smiling at her. There wasn't any hint he wanted to do
anything with her right then. Dropping her hand from the doorway, she walked in,
trying to move her hips sexily, as she'd seen movie stars do.
"No, can't say as I have. Thought I saw her moving around in the kitchen some hours
ago. But she's been gone since."
What was wrong? This wasn't going at all in the direction she wanted. Suddenly she
was feeling incredibly stupid, awkward. Jack seemed so much older than she. He stood
there, his muscles glistening with sweat, his washboard belly heaving up and down as
he breathed heavily while his sweat-stained Levi's revealed his thick-muscled groin. Was
she seeing things? Could she make something out running down one leg? Was that his
cock?
"Mind if I sit down?" she asked, looking around and finding an old chair.
"No. Think your mom would mind?" "Janet?"
Denise pushed her blonde hair back from her eyes." She's not here. Anyway, why
should she care?"
Jack shrugged.
"Dunno. Just seemed that she gets awfully nervous when the two of us are... well, you
know, alone and things like that."
So her mother did suspect something was going on. Maybe her mother was more
perceptive than she thought. She swallowed again, spreading her legs out in front of her
as best she could. Jack was leaning against a tall bureau. Her eyes were getting used to
the darker light inside the garage. He was smiling at her, his eyes registering some
interest in the way she was dressed.
"Well, don't worry about her. Sometimes she gets freaked when I get dressed... like
this," Denise said, passing one hand over her bikini top.
Did Jack swallow hard? Did she see a shiver pass over his flesh? Was she only
imagining things, pretending they were happening? She didn't know. She'd never been
in a situation like this before. How could she know what to do, what she should say?
"If I had any brains, I wouldn't be here right now," he said, rubbing his nose.
"What do you mean?"
Denise could barely get the words out. She thought she knew what he meant, and that
thought made her heart nearly tear through her ribcage. She was breathing with
wheezing sounds through her nostrils, feeling like a bitch dog in heat. Was he going to
make a move? Was she going to have something to tell Patty tonight on the phone? She
didn't care now about her mother, about what others would say if someone were to
come in now and find. them together.
"Nothing, nothin'," Jack muttered, throwing the rag he'd been wiping his hand with
away.
Denise pouted, then tried another tactic.
"It's really been hot lately."
She stretched her legs out, shoving down just enough so that the small bikini was taut
against her cunt. She was sure Jack could see the soft curve of her cunt mound. She felt
so wet down in her cunt. She was hot and excited because Jack was close, because he
was staring at her.
But then he turned away, looking at a pile of junk heaped in the far corner.
"I think maybe I ought to take care of this tonight before I go out. Your mom's been
pretty damned good to me. Don't wanna screw it up," Jack said.
His voice was thick, shaky. Was it because she was sitting like that? Or again, was she
imagining things, throwing herself at her cousin and making an idiot of herself? She
wanted to scream. Instead, she curled her legs up and stood away from the chair.
"Maybe I should come back later when you're not so busy," she said, pouting.
"Yeah, maybe later. I gotta get some of this stuff done."
He turned completely away from her. Denise hurried out of the garage, thinking she
would die from embarrassment. Jack had turned his back on her, actually turned his
back! Why was she so dumb about these things anyway? But as she climbed the stairs
to her bedroom and passed her mother's closed door, she thought of something else.
That something else was the tingling edge of her excitement. She hadn't realized that
just being with her cousin would work her up like that. But she was worked up! There
was no mistaking her feelings – the tenderness in her nipples, the way they glowed
when the silken patches of her bikini top rubbed over them. She felt breathless, a little
tired. Stepping into her room, she threw herself onto the bed, stretching out on the big
mattress.
Denise bit her pouty bottom lip. She hadn't really finger-fucked herself before. And
though she couldn't remember any specific reason why she didn't, there was just some
unspoken thing that kept her back. Had it been something her mother had said? She
didn't think so. She couldn't remember. Just something had happened and...
"What could be so wrong about it?" she asked out loud.
She couldn't answer the question. But under the tight band of silk covering her cherry
cunt, she knew there was that tiny lump of flesh that could bring her more joy than
she'd ever known in her life. How could she resist that kind of temptation?
Denise sighed and touched the strings that were tied over her hips, shoving the bottoms
down. The string came undone almost before she knew what she was doing. Reaching
up, she removed the top too. She was panting heavily without shame. There was no one
here to judge her." Ummmm..." she moaned. It felt so strange lying there in the
afternoon, stark naked. She had done this kind of thing and stopped short of really
touching her clit at the last second. But fingering her pussy was always done at night. It
had felt as if she were dreaming then, as if things weren't really happening.
She was panting heavily now. She could hear herself moaning. It was shameless, dirty,
exciting! She moved her plump, taut asscheeks from side to side on the mattress, feeling
the pressure on her trembling cunt mound. Jack had worked her up badly – had made
her nearly throw away what little modesty she had left.
"UGH!" she gasped, drawing her knees together the moment she dipped her fingers
between her cuntlips.
It was unbelievable! Her cuntlips were snapping together, actually milking her fingers!
What was happening to her? Why was her pussy this hot – reacting this way at the
lightest touch? It frightened her. There was something wrong in all this if her cunt was
spasming like this!
She got up and rubbed her hands over her hot forehead. It felt as if she were burning
up with fever. Jack had done this to her. She had to get something cold to drink, then
shower. Maybe that would calm her down. Taking her bikini in one hand, she shuffled
down the long hall and crept down the stairway toward the kitchen. She stood there by
the opened refrigerator, pulling out a coke, wondering what she would do if her cousin
were to come in suddenly and find her standing there stark-naked.
The thought made her cunt drool and puff out all over again. She couldn't let that
happen... not now, anyway. She didn't feel in control enough for that to happen. And if
her mother caught her, she'd really catch hell.
Denise opened the bottle and quickly left the kitchen, stopping by the mirror in the
downstairs hall to admire her naked body. What did someone like Jack think of her?
She wondered about that, smoothing her fingers over her willowy body, thrilling to that
subtle, rubbing friction.
For a second, Denise thought she heard Jack coming in through the doorway. Her eyes
shifted, and she saw it was Phantom. She had never felt comfortable with that big
animal. She had seen movies about Dobermans, about how they turned on their
masters, killing them after years of training. She shivered, nearly dropping her coke.
"Go back, Phantom."
She could never make her voice have that commanding ring her mother had. The big
Doberman kept padding over, his stubby tail wagging excitedly. What on earth did he
want? He bumped the backs of her legs with his cold nose.
Denise felt a mixture of desire and shame. Something told her that all she had to do
was urge the dog a little, to show him she wanted him and... but that was stupid, silly!
Once, she had heard one of the boys talking about women who went down on horses
or donkeys. She and her girlfriends had walked away indignantly, feeling it was yet
another attempt to shock them. But someone else had told her in a whisper that there
was a club in Vegas – a place where guys went, paid through the nose, and watched
women get fucked by dogs.
"Get away." She wasn't the type to let some pooch have a lick at her cunt." Get away, I
said."
Something was wrong. Even with her weak commanding voice she had always been
able to make the animal obey her. Now he was standing there, his head cocked to one
side, his long pink tongue hanging out.
Then it happened – so quickly she didn't know what to do. There was a sudden hot
wash of a tongue driven between her asscheeks. She jerked so hard from surprise, the
coke shot out from her hands and banged against the wall, spilling onto the tiled floor.
"Stop!"
Denise twirled around, losing her balance and tumbling down onto the floor. He was
going crazy, wild! He was going to kill her! He was on her in a flash, his strong forelegs
on the insides of her thighs. She crawfished backward, getting up, supporting herself on
the phone table. She gasped, her eyes rounding with fear and excitement.
"Oh no, no, this can't... can't be happening."
Denise dropped her bikini, turned around, and saw the living room spinning in front of
her. She was going to get sick, going to throw up. A dog. A damned dog was doing this
to her.
"GET... AWAY!"
But the dog kept nibbling at Denise's ankles the way he had at Janet's earlier. The girl
held onto the table, pushing her ass out, dropping her head between her shoulder
blades.
What should I do? she panicked. If I cry out, Jack will come rushing in and find me
and the dog. It would be too humiliating for words! Even now, I'm taking a chance.
Perhaps Jack or mother will come waltzing in and find me stark naked, my ass pushed
out, my legs spread apart, while the dog pranced around me, nipping at my legs.
"Phantom..."
The animal was wagging his tail again. She wondered why she couldn't just get up and
walk away. Why she was standing there, her fingers gripping the table for dear life. It
was almost as if she wanted him to fuck her. While she remained in that frame of mind,
the dog took advantage of her and began a licking attack, just as he'd done earlier with
her mother.


Chapter 4

"Your tongue's so pink..."
Denise had turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror again. What a
difference these few minutes had made! No longer was she the reluctant cherry, her
body untouched. Now she was standing there with her legs wide apart, braced like
some starlet in a porno flick about to get fucked. And prancing around her ankles was
the Doberman, his tongue hanging out one side of his maw.
"Yes, oh..."
Phantom whined and let his tongue wet her a little higher. She saw her expression
change in the mirror. She was obviously enjoying this cunt-lapping. Of course, it had
been her cousin Jack who had set her up for this, who had excited her enough that she
let the animal touch her pussy in this way.
''Ummmmmmmm..." she murmured, overflowing with pleasure.
It was amazing. Just a few seconds ago, she lay naked on her bed, wondering if she had
the courage to lay her hands on her bare pussy. Now she was standing there in the hall,
her cunt having been touched by the dog's tongue. At any second, someone could come
in and find Phantom licking her pussy.
"Oh, it can't be happening, it just can't..."
The animal was insistent, letting his tongue go higher and higher. A feverish tingle
swept through Denise's belly. Again she watched her reflection, watched the steady
progress of her lust across her flesh. She leaned back, bending one knee slightly. She
was opening her cunt for the "animal.
Phantom stopped, moved his head to the left and smelled at her puffy white cuntlips.
He stuck out his tongue and shoved it up. When the tip of his tongue pressed gently
along her closed pussy slit, she made a tiny crying noise in her throat. She had wished
for Jack to touch her cunt that way!
The girl closed her eyes, digging her nails into the smooth top of the table. She needed
something hot and wet in her cunt. She wanted to have her cherry popped and torn
away. Her cherry was useless – old-fashioned. Not too many guys wanted to marry
girls who were cherry.
And here she was, pretty, hot, and being tongue-fucked by an animal, her pet Dobey!
Was he wanting to fuck out her cherry? Did he want to fuck her, drive his knobby
prick into her cunt? She laughed, her laughter turning to a gasp when he touched a
particularly sensitive spot on her cunt.
Denise spread her legs a little farther yet, bending over the phone table, rubbing her
forehead against the wall and panting heavily. She was moving her asscheeks as well,
dipping and plunging her ass back and forth. The weight of her jiggling asscheeks
added to the sensations racing through her cunt. She was moving so fast that a sweat
broke out on her upper Up. She felt the hot dampness under each tit, a streak of drool
at the corner of her mouth.
"Ughh!" she grunted as she felt her cunt writhe and spasm.
She knew she couldn't stay here. And yet, something made her remain. She turned
around, putting her hands behind her to hold onto the phone table and widened her
feet on the floor. The dog moved around to get a better licking angle. Tilting his strong
head up, he began licking her pussy all over again.
"No, ughhhhh... nooooooo..." she protested weakly.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She knew she wasn't that kind of girl –
that kind of woman who would turn her ass up for a mutt.
"Ooooh, shiiiiit!" she gasped as his tongue swiped across her clit.
Was that her cousin? Was someone coming in? Denise stiffened, then relaxed. Nobody
there! No except her and the whining dog between her thighs. Now she could feel his
long, wet tongue licking across the underside of her cunt mound. She turned her head
and saw her slackened mouth in the mirror. Was she ashamed to look at herself?
Before, she could have said that the dog's earlier nosing around was just playing for
him. Lots of animals did it. Who noticed? But now...
"Phantom, lick me there..."
Denise was giving the dog directions, hoping some way he could understand her as she
wiggled her sweaty ass against the leading edge of the table. Her small, high-riding tits
jiggled with the movements of her body.
And why had this happened so quickly? Why had Jack, her wonderful, terrible cousin,
acted so proper when she wanted to fuck him! She bit her lower lip again as the dog's
sloppy pink tongue went deep in cunt gash, raking against her clit. Sparks showered
through her delicate membranes, floods of fuck juice coating her cuntlips. Even in the
mirror, she could see the glistening pinkness under her spit-slicked cuntlips. Yes, she
was a hot woman – a hot virgin wanted to lose her cherry. But not to her pet Dobey!
Why protest against it? Why try to fight the feeling carrying her along with it? Looking
again at the mirror, she could see Phantom's red cock. His prick had slipped from its
furry sheath and now dangled under his flat belly. He kept working his pointed muzzle
around her steamy cunt, whimpering, jerking his body around so that more of his prick
slipped out.
Deinse smiled weakly, sliding her ass from side to side. She knew what he wanted. In
her inexperienced mind, something told her that he wanted to fuck her. But she wasn't
going to go that far. This was enough, more than far enough for her! None of her
girlfriends would have gone this far. Well, maybe Patty. But she would never tell her
best friend about this. This was something better left unsaid.
"Ughhh..." she grunted at the touch of his tongue.
There was something so carnal, so wild about Phantom doing something like this. And
the dog sucked her cunt with a hunger that frightened as well as delighted her. Was
there something about the way a girl's slit looked or smelled or felt that got him off?
Would her hot little pussy do the same thing to Jack? The thought made her cry out in
a tight little voice. If only... if only he had done something, made a pass, something...
She heard someone coming! Her mother? Jack? This time, she wasn't imagining it!
Someone was approaching the rear door, about to open it. The shock of that reality
knifed through her. Somehow, she managed to kick the dog away, gather up her bikini
and overturned coke bottle and rush upstairs, Phantom in hot pursuit. He didn't bark.
He seemed aware of the situation.
For a moment, Denise didn't think of the dog. At the top of the landing, she heard the
screen door slam shut. Still no indication as to who it was. She wasn't going to stick
around and find out. No one should see her like this! Staggering down the hall, feeling
as if any second the ceiling was going to come crashing down, she rushed into her
bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind her." Oh no!" she gasped. Phantom
had sneaked in just before the door was bolted. He stood by her bed now, his prick still
hanging out, still jerking against his belly. She couldn't let him out now. Someone
might see the animal in that awful state and think he had fucked her!
"How did I get into this?" she moaned. She stared at the dog, wishing one moment he
were dead, and the next moment that he would start attacking her all over again. There
were noises downstairs. It was probably Jack. Janet had moved him downstairs the
second week after he arrived, probably fearing Denise would find the opportunity to
creep into his bedroom and fuck him. Well, she would, Janet was right about that. The
girl would have tried to fuck him." Ohhh, Phantom, don't But who was to see them
there? A girl who likes dogs! Well, that would be one for the dirty jokes.
"Just... just stay quiet!" Denise said, putting one finger to her mouth while moving to
her bed.
She set the half-empty coke bottle on the bedstand and dropped her bikini to the floor.
Climbing onto the groaning mattress, she inched back, resting on the crushed pillow
while spreading her legs. She knew what she was doing now. There were no second
thoughts – no silent conversations with God or her conscience. She knew full well what
she wanted, and the dog knew it too." Up... up here, Phantom." Breathing harder, the
young girl felt the dog on top of her almost immediately. He had leaped onto the bed
and settled happily between her thighs, his tongue sloshing over her sweaty flesh.
"Ugh!" she gasped.
She panted hard, feeling dizzy as Phantom gained yet another inch. He growled,
rimming the edges of her cunt mouth. She felt her pussy muscles convulse deep inside
while her legs jerked together, the insides of her thighs rubbing against the dog's furry
sides." Denise?"
It was Jack calling out from below. She couldn't let him know she was in the house.
Not now – not with the dog pressed tightly against her cunt like this. She edged down
a little, digging her heels into the soft mattress while spreading her thighs a little more.
All of her body was turning on to this tongue-fuck. Every square inch of her cunt
seemed supersensitive to the animal's touch. When she reached up to touch him, her
fingers tingled. She was hot, hot for a big cum!
"Ohhhhh..." she sighed, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.
She was near fainting, her cunt flooding hot pussy juice out for the dog to slop up.
"Phhhh... ohhhhh God!" she gasped.
Phantom had pushed his tongue inside her cunt. It was as if he was searching for
something.
"Denise?"
Jack was coming up the stairs! The young girl twisted around, grabbing a second pillow
and jamming one edge into her mouth. She knew she musn't let him hear her groans,
hear her crying out as the big dog kept eating out her pussy!
"Denise?"
He was outside her door now, his voice soft and low. Does he want to fuck me? she
wondered. Has he finally caught on to what I was up to? Is he willing to take the
chance now? Fat chance! She wasn't going to admit she was there, not with Phantom
tongue-fucking her pussy.
He rapped at the door. Once more, Jack called out her name, and once more she fought
down the desire to cry out. In a few seconds, she heard him shuffling away, climbing
down the stairs.
Damn you! Damn you! she screamed in her thoughts, throwing the pillow off the bed
and letting out a long, chest-shuddering groan.
"Ohhhghhgh... oooohhhhhhh..."
The box springs sighed and groaned while the headboard slapped irregularly against the
back wall. She had started moving her ass up and down against Phantom's wet maw.
"Yes, Phantom, yes, right... THERE!"
She couldn't keep her body still, couldn't keep it from moving from side to side, her
legs flailing against the sagging mattress. She tilted her hips as far to one side as they
would go, then shoved them back the other way. Her glistening cuntflesh stretched
tantalizingly, opening more and more secret spots for the dog's nipping fangs."
Ohhghhh!"
She was close to cumming. Cumming! What a wonderful word, she thought. Several
times she had cum so hard, she nearly passed out. But that was always when she was
alone, touching her cunt, feeling a little guilty about the whole thing. Now, all guilt was
out the window, at least for the moment. Something else was rubbing her pussy to
orgasm – something so wonderfully hot and wet!
"CUM!" she blurted out. She bit down on her lip, praying God no one had heard.
Her wet, messy cunt was throbbing now. Her pussy lips were hot and swollen. She
tensed her thigh muscles, bending her legs a little more and bobbing her ass around in
circles as the dog brought her closer to the final rush of excitement. Her fingers curled
in the short fur around Phantom's neck. She held him hard against her dripping cunt
mound.
She was cumming – cumming slowly, furiously. It was a wild, wonderful torture. Her
calves cramped. Throwing her head back into the pillow, she dug her heels frantically
against the mattress.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Ughhhhh!" she gasped.
She prayed no one heard her, prayed God that Jack was downstairs already and
wouldn't come back up and wonder why all that groaning was coming from behind her
door. And her mother! Was she in the house? Jack hadn't seen her, but that didn't
mean she wasn't about!
"Ohhhh!"
But she knew she couldn't care about those things, not now, when her body was
coming apart! She groaned and heaved her ass wildly as the throes of climax raped her
nerves. She knew Jack was somewhere about. She could hear somebody moving about
in the backyard. She was dimly aware of cans or something being thrown about.
But the full power of her spasms hit, and nothing – nothing – could have crashed
through the red fog now settling over her brain. Arching her back and jerking her ass
from the bed, she pressed her head into the pillow, the cords sticking from her neck,
blood rushing from her face. Again and again her cunt spasmed, snapping shut on the
dog's flicking tongue, sucking in thin air. Several times, she thought she could hear her
cunt membranes clicking together as her muscles snapped.
"OHHHHH!" she screamed, thrashing about.
Another series of spasms, more powerful than the first, caused her to snap her legs
together, trapping the Doberman's head between her knees. She could feel the dog's
jaws gape open while he raked his teeth along her cuntlips. He was licking deep in her
pussy, driving his tongue into her tight, hot cherry fuckhole!
Raped by a tongue, and a dog's tongue at that! Denise thought. She gasped, sucking in
lungfuls of air, kicking her legs out in every direction while Phantom kept on lapping at
her pussy.
"Uhhghhgg," she moaned, feeling the dog's spit dripping down her thighs and ass,
staining the bedsheet.
Somewhere in the distance, she could hear dogs barking – many of them – hundreds
of them – yapping, wanting her cunt. They would all want her pussy, line up for it. But
Phantom had first call. Her pet would be the first to have her cunt always.
She knew she was thinking awful things, terrible things, silly things. But she was
cumming hard, and each sting of lust made her whimper through her nose like
Phantom. Wildly, she whipped her slim hips back and forth against his dripping jaws.
"Ohhhhhhh... Phantom... ohhhhh! Jack!" the girl cried out.
Everything blurred. She kept thinking about cocks – the only ones she'd ever seen – in
picture books in sex education class. Cocks looked so stiff and long and thick. And
word had it that pricks fit real nice into a woman's pussy.
Wny can't I have a cock reaming me out now? she thought. Why can't my cousin pin
me down now, slide his hands all over my willing body while his prick spreads my cunt
open, doing what Phantom's long tongue is doing! Oh God! Instead, I'm reduced to
fucking a dog!
And yet she wondered how anything that felt so good could be bad. There would be
time later to think about it. Right now, she couldn't worry about the morality of the
situation. She could only let the frenzied feelings in her cunt take her.
Phantom was growling thickly now, wiggling his maw back and forth, licking her pussy
until she couldn't take any more. Vague images of her cousin drifted through her mind.
She saw him working with his shirt off again, standing in front of her with that big
cock bulge running down his legs. Was his prick that way soft, or was his fucker getting
hard while she sat in front of him? Would she ever know?
"Oh God!" she gasped, thinking of him once more, imagining him pressing her down
on the bed, his legs pinning hers to the mattress while his cock snaked through her
frazzled cunt hairs. Again, she spasmed, her legs jerking out like those of a frog. She
thought of his hips – thought of them bumping against hers while she rode his rigid
cock up and down. She thought of all that as the last convulsive beat of orgasm blasted
through her cunt. She let her mind float free – let Jack fuck her.
It took some time for her cunt spasms to die away. When they did, she opened her eyes
and found Phantom curled up by the door, licking his cock. Had she done anything
with his horrible red prick? She didn't think so. The only part of the animal that had
touched her cunt was his wonderful tongue.
Carefully, Denise pushed herself up and slid off the bed. She was a little shaky. She
guessed fucking did that to people. Will I be as weak as that when and if my cousin
fucks me? she wondered. He probably wouldn't let me get up that quickly. He might
even ask me to go another round of fucking with him in the sack.
She giggled, feeling a nervous flash of lust flush through her cunt. There had to be
some way she could get him to fuck her. There just had to be!
"Move, Phantom," she said.
Cracking the bedroom door open, she peered down the empty hall. No sign that there
was someone upstairs or downstairs.
"Go to the kitchen. Go on, get out of here," she whispered, nudging the reluctant
animal in the ass.
That is the last time that will happen! she thought. Now if only Jack will fuck me...
Watching the big Doberman trot down the hall to the stairs, Denise followed, closing
the door quietly behind her and tip-toeing to the bathroom. She had decided to shower
and wash off the traces of the dog's tongue from her thighs and cunt. Then she would
sit down and think all this out.


Chapter 5

It was late. Four days had passed since both Janet and Denise had let themselves fuck
around with the dog. Denise had gone out earlier with Patty.
Something was going on – something Janet couldn't quite put her finger on. There had
been a change in her daughter's attitude. Never particularly talkative before, the girl had
become downright secretive, pushing her fork around her dinner plate and excusing
herself early from the table.
Janet sharply eyed Jack, wondering if she could see some flicker of guilt – something
that would tell her the story. But her nephew seemed innocent, at least for now.
Janet sighed with relief. At least she didn't have to worry about breaking up some love
nest under her roof.
Glancing up at the wall clock, she saw it was nearly eight. The girls said they were
taking in a movie just down the street at the shopping center. They'd be home by ten
o'clock sharp! Two hours. What could she do in two hours?
Jack was still outside, working under the brilliant white outdoor lighting. He was such a
good boy. She had spoken with her sister over the phone just yesterday and
complimented him. She hoped she didn't sound too impressed with him. She didn't
want her sister to get the wrong idea.
Sliding the dishes into the water, she brushed the blonde hair from her face, biting her
lower hp. That hard, hot feeling in her cunt was back again. She thought she could
drink it away, think it away.
Raising one hand, she pressed her knuckles to her forehead. She was on fire! She was
burning up with desire for her own nephew! She wondered if she had the courage to go
out there and seduce him.
Her heart quickened. Her flesh tingled while her throat tightened and grew dry. It was
as if some force were taking her over. She moved through the kitchen, her fingers on
the doorknob, turning the brass slowly, deliberately.
She felt her body tensing, felt her pussylips swelling and curling back under her tight
fitting shorts as she opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air.
Jack hadn't seen Janet at first. He was shoving some rocks from one end of the garden
to the other. He was very attractive.
Janet stopped for one moment by the tree, resting against it, feeling her heart beating
wildly. She could hardly breathe. She wondered if her face was flushed – if he would
notice. She doubted it. He didn't seem to take notice the last time she had nearly cum
in front of him.
"Oh, Jack..."
Her voice sounded thick, breathless. Moving from under the big elm, she brushed aside
the hanging branches and stood some ten feet from him. He stopped what he was
doing and stared up at her.
"I... spoke with your mother yesterday. I don't think I told you. I've been a little busy,
but she's fine," Janet said stupidly.
If there were only something she could say to him – something that would lead into
the topic she wanted most to discuss!
"I think you told me about that, Aunt Jan," Jack said, wrinkling up his forehead and
staring strangely at her.
Janet assumed he thought she was drunk. A shock of humiliation flashed through her.
Denise had probably spoken to him about her little drinking problem. And now he was
going to humor her, stand there and humor her while her cunt was on fire and
practically erupting with cuntjuice.
"Oh, did I? I... I seem to have forgotten. I see you've come a long way in cleaning up.
You'll be through soon," she said, trying another path of conversation.
"Yeah, then I'll have to earn my keep some other way," he said, flashing her a sexy
smile.
Oh, why does he have to look at me that way? she thought. Why does he have to curl
his thick, red lips in sardonic amusement as I tremble in front of him?
Janet's gaze flashed over his body. He was so handsome – so well-built, so young! If
she only stretched out one hand and touched him, it would be all over. She was sure he
would respond to her and take,her in his arms throwing caution to the winds. He
would take her upstairs and fuck her before her daughter came home!
Still, Janet lacked the courage to take that first step. Instead, she folded her arms
protectively across her tummy, digging her fingertips into her soft flesh while she
chatted uneasily with Jack.
"Maybe I'll take one of those jobs at a taco stand or something," Jack said, raising one
leg and putting it on an overturned rock.
Janet stared at his crotch. His trousers were pulled tight against his body, giving a clear
impression of a thick roll of cockmeat cradled between his legs. She wondered for a
second just how big his prick would be hard. Would his cock be as long and thick as
her late husband's? How would his fucker feel squeezing through her pussylips,
reaming her cunt?
But she knew there wouldn't be any romance tonight. Once more, she'd go back into
the house and watch the television until her daughter came home. And then it would
be another evening of her fingers wandering over her pussy, dipping into her hot cunt
slit, taking care of the pulsing cunt itch that grew more and more maddening as the
seconds ticked by. She wondered if her situation was ever going to change.
"Something wrong, Aunt Jan?" His voice cut through her thoughts." Uh, no, just a
little... a little tired," she said, glancing up and seeing an amused look on her nephew's
face.
He thinks I've been drinking, she decided. He's giving me the awful, pitying look the
young give their elders when they suspect a weakness in them. How I hate that!
She wanted to tell him she was just as vital a person as her daughter was, as he was.
She had needs – desperate needs only he could fulfill. But instead, she choked down
her feelings, rubbing her fingers over her burning forehead one more time, "Maybe you
should go inside."
His voice was as smooth as oil. Janet was embarrassingly aware that she had been
staring at the outline of his cock. Once more, she avoided the amused stare from his
blue eyes as she turned to leave. If only he would call her back, touch her. Of course
she was his aunt, an older woman. It was up to her.
"Yes, I think that's best. Denise will be coming home soon," Janet mumbled, feeling
tears blurring her eyes.
Janet's composure snapped as soon as she was inside the kitchen. His mocking eyes, the
ideas that kept whirling about her head as she stared at his prick! Slamming the door
shut, she stood leaning against the refrigerator, holding her hands to her face, breathing
heavily as she tried to quell the raging fire in her cunt.
Her need to fuck was bad, the worst it had been ever! She kept seeing Jack's mocking
face in front of her, saw him unzipping his trousers and slipping his hands inside,
pulling out his prick.
She was only torturing herself with those terrible thoughts. Nothing would ever
happen. If she fucked a man, it would be on her own and with someone her own age.
Rest. She had to take a rest. The hell with Denise. The girl could find her way upstairs.
She didn't need to have a conversation with her.
Pushing herself from the refrigerator, Janet shuffled through the living room, past the
sofa and the television set, and climbed up the stairs to her room. She wasn't tired. But
that awful feeling in her cunt needed some satisfaction. Jacking off. It seemed so silly –
especially for a woman her age! Young girls jacked off. She supposed Denise was doing
it all the time. Better that than fucking someone!
She slipped off her sandals and halter, pushing down her shorts and stepping from
them. She really hadn't wanted to think about fucking. But the memory of her
husband, of the dog, of the way Jack stared at her was too much to ignore. And
especially the memory of her violent orgasm with the dog's tongue. That was a memory
she couldn't push away.
With another little gasp, Janet fell across the bed. The coverlet felt silky against her
aroused flesh. Anything touching her now felt really good. Moving one hand up, she
cupped her fingers under her large, firm tits. That light touch gave her a chill. Her first
inclination was to touch her cunt at the same time. But that would have rushed the
sensation, would have rushed her orgasm.
No need to hurry things. Denise wouldn't be home for awhile. And even if she came
home, there would be enough time for the woman to rush forward and close the door.
Now she was only teasing herself, rubbing her hands slowly, sensuously over her body
while pushing her legs apart. She felt so relaxed now... hot and relaxed.
"Unnnghhh!" Janet moaned, keeping one hand up by her right nipple, thumbing her
tit-nub until it grew dark and hard, pushing up out of the soft surrounding areola. The
effect was mind-blowing. She felt the tensions in her pussy building more and more, the
heat becoming concentrated, knifing into her. The tickle of her nipple started more
cunt juices flowing, wetting down her ass and thighs as she moved them back and forth.
When she rocked her hips like that, the buttery heat spread, leaking out to dot her
blonde cunt curls with droplets of fuck-cream.
"Ohhh..." she sighed, the lust in her cunt unbearable.
She needed something more – something much more than her fingers tonight. Her
breathing grew shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head against the pillow,
pressing her shoulders against the mattress. She could hear the springs groaning and
the headboard slapping against the rear wall. She was hot – really hot to fuck a man.
She needed a cock in her cunt.
She sat up. She was dizzy. And then she realized what had made her sit up. Phantom!
There was some noise outside. She heard something. Turning her head, she saw the dog
standing there in the doorway, his handsome head cocked to one side, his pointed ears
pricked toward her. He had smelled her cunt, heard her tossing and moaning in bed.
He knew she wanted to be fucked. It was funny. Her daughter and her nephew were
apparently ignorant of her need to fuck. But this damned dumb dog knew exactly what
her hungry cunt wanted.
"This can't happen... I won't let it!" she whined.
The first time he licked her cunt was an accident. She had somehow come to terms with
herself, clinging to that explanation. But now, there could be no mistaking the
circumstances. She had the opportunity to throw the animal out and bolt the door. She
knew he was after her cunt.
But something kept her bolted to the mattress. Seeing her hesitation, Phantom bolted
into the room and jumped on the bed.
"No, not with Denise coming home, with Jack..." she protested.
Somehow, she managed to get up and shut and bolt the door, returning to the bed and
laying flat across the mattress, her cunt throbbing, dark-red, moist, glistening under her
curly cunt hairs. Her knees were trembling as they sank slowly apart, her heels flat on
the bed.
"Oh yes, yes Phantom, yes..."
His paws were on her thighs. She groaned, arching her back and digging her head into
the pillow the moment she felt his nose moving under her cunt mound. His tongue was
wetting her pussy again.
It was just as before, maybe even better. Now Janet didn't have the hangups, the fear
that had kept her from fully enjoying his cunt lapping. Why should she feel so guilty?
Wasn't this better than her being alone in her bed finger-fucking herself? She didn't
know, didn't care to know. All she cared about was that whining, wiggling strong body
moving back and forth over her.
"Ummmm," she moaned, thrusting her cunt up.
Janet loved it, loved it beyond anything she'd felt before. The first touch of his tongue
on her pussy had made her feel a little odd. But now it seemed perfectly natural that the
animal was licking her cunt.
"Ohhhh my God..." she gasped.
It was unreal. She was opening her cunt fully to him. She had pressed the side of her
face to the pillow and let her knees fall apart. It was so good feeling her cuntlips pull
back stickily, grow thin from the pressure of her spreading thighs as they opened for
the big dog.
Looking up through her long lashes, Janet saw the animal's dark brown eyes glittering
with excitement. He was hot, as hot as she was. His eyes gazed down into hers, making
her tremble. Then he dropped his head again, feeding on her cunt.
His tongue was slopping over the tender flesh of her cunt. It was so good, so
wonderfully good! She tossed and twisted shamelessly on the bed, her fingers clutching
at the coverlet, drawing it up from the mattress as Phantom's tongue worked its magic.
He was nuzzling his snout now in her pussy. In a flash of wild realization, she knew
her pet was tasting her cunt and smelling her fuck juices. Taste and smell. They were
the two most developed senses in an animal. And he was using them on her! It made
her want to throw her arms around the big beast and hug him hard to her pussy!
"Phantom... Phantom..."
Janet thought of what was happening to her and nearly laughed. What would her
darling, innocent nephew think of her now, wallowing in the bed with an animal?
Kicking one leg out and fanning her toes, Janet scooted her ass down a little farther,
giving the dog more of her cunt to nibble on. Her hands reached down to her belly,
found the dog's pointed nose. Her fingers inched down a little farther, down to her
steamy cunt.
She could feel the soft membranes of her pussy slicked down with her fuck juices and
his doggie spit! Up and down she moved her hands, peeling back her outer cunt labes,
giving the licking animal more pussyflesh to eat.
"Yes, oh God in heaven..."
Janet shot her ass up. The dog sensed her growing excitement and whimpered loudly.
Now he was bathing the bottom of her ass with spit, lapping back into the split of her
ass. She felt his tongue touching her asshole, actually trying to worm its way in there.
There were hot flashes of delight as she bucked her ass back and forth, then let it down
slowly.
There was no way he could possibly touch her asshole. She wanted his tongue in her
cunt, spreading apart her itchy cunt walls, taking care of her beating piece of clit flesh
that threatened to erupt at any second.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes," she sighed, her arms trembling as they stretched out and grabbed
hold of the Doberman's head. It was sooooo good, so shamelessly good feeling his pink
tongue driving up and down her cunt crack.
"God, it's so good, I'm going to die from this," she whispered, bouncing her ass along
the mattress.
Janet fanned her fingers now along the dog's neck, raising her feet from the bed.
Slowly, panting hard, she inched her knees back until they were nearly against her tits.
It was the missionary position – one she'd assumed when fucking her husband many,
many times. And now she was assuming it for her dog!
Lying there splayed open, her knees up and out, she was begging him for his tongue,
for his wonderful, fucking tongue to eat her pussy out.
Janet didn't care what it might look like to her later. All she was interested in was the
here and now. Every inch of her cunt was opened to Phantom now. The hungry dog
nuzzled and licked at her cunt, pressing his nose against her soaked pussy.
Janet gasped and babbled to him, jerking her head from side to side as she brought her
feet together at the sides of his head and petted him excitedly with the soles of her feet.
The stiff tickle of his fur against her toes made her scream out, demand more wet
friction from him.
She moved her ass up and down frantically now, in tight circles. It was wonderful. Her
nostrils burned with the air she sucked in. The more she moved, the more pleasure she
brought to herself. If only she could have her cunt filled, of being really fucked. She
tilted her cunthole up, feeling the dog's tongue rim the tight circle of her pussy.
"Good! Ughhh! Goood!" she ranted.
Phantom was licking her cunt hard now, concentrating on her pink clit. Pitching on the
bed, she felt her orgasm rushing in on her like a tidal wave. Crying out, she hunched
her pussy into his maw, bouncing until sweat dripped from her body and soaked the
sheets below her. She came – came with an explosion in her cunt that nearly knocked
her senseless.
Scissoring her legs tightly around the dog's neck, she humped and hunched, growling
and groaning until the final throes of ecstasy slipped past her exploding mind. Falling
exhausted back onto the bed, she let go of the whimpering dog. Hundreds of unwanted
thoughts assailed her. Fucking a dog. It still bothered her some. But strangely enough,
she hadn't the same sense of guilt, the same desire to block out the event with some
half-assed explanation as she did before.
"Ohhh," she sighed, shivering with fulfillment.
What was the good of all the guilt when there was nothing she could do about it? Her
courage had failed her when she talked with her nephew. At least Phantom – good old
Phantom – was there when she needed to be fucked. And the way things were going,
she would need him many times in the future. Sighing, seeing the animal wanted to
snooze as much as she did, she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.


Chapter 6

Again her mother was in the bedroom, asleep! Even Phantom wasn't around. Good.
Denise didn't want that damned dog prowling around, spoiling things. Even now, she
got goosebumps thinking about the dog. Of course, she hadn't told Patty or anyone
about that. She didn't think her friend would understand what had happened.
But right now, the young blonde teen wasn't particularly interested in analyzing her
actions with the pet Doberman. She and Patty had gone to the movies – some dumb
thing about the Old West. She guessed it was good. Patty loved it. But all she could do
was sit there and think about her cousin Jack.
He had nearly done it – had nearly touched her. She was certain of that. If only she
had pushed the matter, had stayed, teased him a little longer, he would have done
something. But she didn't have the courage. Now, sitting in the darkness of her
bedroom, she was sure he would fuck her if he had the chance.
Denise got up from her bed and tip-toed to the door, cracking it open and peering
down the hall. The night light in the living room filtered up the stairs, barely
illuminating the long hall. There were no sounds – nothing except the sound of her
own uneven breathing.
Jack was sitting outside, drinking beer. She had seen him when she and Patty strolled
up the curved drive. Her girlfriend had giggled, pinched her friend, and then hurried
off. Now it was up to her.
Stepping back into the bedroom, Denise undressed quickly, pulling off her bra and
panties, then padding over to her dresser and pulling open the top drawer. There was
the bikini – the one that had had its effect on Jack. Biting her lower lip, feeling her
pussy pulse like crazy, she slipped the brief bathing suit on. She checked herself in the
mirror, adjusting the small silk pads over her aroused nipples.
The bikini showed just about everything! Smiling sexily, she bit down and wet her lips,
then turned and walked out of her room into the hall. This was it. There was going to
be no more fooling around. She wasn't going to stay cherry forever. She didn't care
what her mother or society said. The thought of having her cousin Jack so near and yet
so far was driving her insane. She had to feel what a cock was like, had to have her
cousin on top of her, fucking his hefty piece of cockmeat into her cherry cunt.
Denise stopped at the top of the stairs, feeling herself rocking back and forth
drunkenly. Could she have really been thinking all those terrible things a second ago?
Could all those filthy words and obscene imaginings have been going through her
mind?
Yes, yes, all of them! she knew. Thoughts of Jack – of how he would fuck her shot
through her brain. She knew what she was doing. It was going to be pure heaven to
lose her cherry to her cousin.
Sucking in a deep breath, Denise slowly descended the stairs, her sweaty palms gripping
the handrail for support. When she reached bottom, she turned and rushed through the
living room and kitchen. The garden. Again, it would be the garden!
"Hi!"
Jack half-turned and stood up, holding a can of beer in one hand.
"Hi! Didn't hear you sneak up on me. Just finished the backyard. I'll be able to hang
around with some of the guys around here now," Jack said, turning back and looking at
his handiwork.
"Yeah, I guess. It'll probably be lots of fun to get around. I don't do much of that,"
Denise said, lying through her teeth.
Jack chuckled, turning back to her and putting down his beer.
"That's kinda hard to believe. You and Patty..."
"Oh, Patty," she said, shrugging." And I'll bet you've got lots of guys hanging around
here. Your mom said-"
"Don't listen to what she says. I don't have lots of boyfriends. I don't even have one,"
Denise said, telling the truth this time.
Some of the guys at school thought she was so good-looking, they all figured she was
going steady with someone. Men were so dumb sometimes!
"Well, if I lived around here, I'd be your boyfriend," Jack said.
Had he moved closer? Was there a change in his voice? She was sure of it. Her heart
was beating hard. Surely he had to hear it! Surely he had to know that she was really
excited. She lowered her eyes, feeling she was going to faint if she kept staring at him
like that. Somewhere in the distance, she heard dogs barking.
"In fact, right now I could hold you, you know, just kinda comfort you," he nearly
whispered.
"Please, Jack, don't...it's not right," Denise whispered back, feeling she had to put up
some kind of fight to make the thing as decent as possible. If only she could sound
more convincing!
"There's nothin' wrong with kissing – cousins," Jack said thickly.
He stepped up to her, putting both hands around her narrow waist. She could feel his
gaze burning through her. Her nipples were itching like crazy, scratching teasingly
against her silky bra. It was happening, it was really happening!
"Please," she said shakily.
"Please, what," he answered, moving his hands up and down, working his fingers under
the thin string holding the top patches over her tits.
As Denise moved her thighs against his groin, she felt the silken material of her bikini
bottom slip to the side, exposing her fat cuntlips. The rub of his Levi's over her
sensitive cuntflesh made her shiver. She was practically naked out here in the garden,
her flesh crawling with delight as she was being embraced by her own cousin. And it
was getting hard to breathe!
"Oh, it's just not right... us doing something like this," she panted.
Jack pulled away, flashing an ironic smile at her. He looked so much older now, so
much more experienced. She felt herself melting in his gaze.
"You wanted something like this for a long time, right Denise? When you came into
the garage?"
Again, she lowered her gaze, blushing furiously.
"Yes, yes, for a long time," she repeated half in a daze.
"Your mom...?"
"Upstairs, asleep I think. She's not around."
It was going to happen. He was going to fuck her. She didn't care where. He could fuck
her right here in the garden. She didn't care!
"Maybe in the garage. There's an old sofa I found. I was gonna tell your mom about it
tomorrow. We can use it tonight," he said, slipping one hand down to hers and pulling
her behind him.
Denise moved as if in a trance, stepping carefully over the rocks.
Once they were inside the garage, Jack closed the door behind them. Denise felt her
skin crawl with unspeakable excitement. A red fog of lust settled over her mind and
made it hard for her to think, to talk.
"Oh, this is my first time. I never... never fucked before!"
"Don't worry, Denise. I'm not gonna hurt you, not really. It's gonna hurt a little at first,
but then – then you're gonna like fucking a lot."
It was like Christmas all over! Jack was holding her tightly again. She felt her tits
nestling tightly against him, felt his legs rubbing against hers. She felt the iron bands of
his arms close around her, making her heart beat crazily while her mind whirled
around like a merry-go-round. She was feeling things – wonderful things – sensations
that had been present before but never this strong!
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned.
Her tits seemed to be growing, swelling against the top of her bikin. She could feel her
nipples shoving hard against the material. She wished she could take it off, free her tits.
They were so hot and sticky.
"Come on."
Jack led her to the old couch tucked in the far corner of the garage. It was time to drop
all the masks. She was a lusting bitch – a young woman who wanted to be fucked. And
she was with a stud who wanted to fuck her. The bit about cousins faded from her
confused mind as her cunt throbbed and juiced between her legs.
"Ohhhh, kiss me!" she whispered.
Tilting her chin up, closing her eyes she waited. Jack bent down, kissing her tenderly at
first. Their lips only just touched at first. But then she felt the wetness of his tongue
spearing her lips, shoving deep into her mouth. She had heard about these kind of
kisses, had dreamed about them! And now it was happening.
She groaned, circling her arms around her cousin's back. He responded, pulling her
loins tightly against his body. She could feel the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his
Levi's. He was hot, waiting to slip his prick into her cunt.
She wanted his cock-wanted his prick fucking in and out of her pussy. His fucker was
pushing now against her flat tummy. He was so tall, so big. And she was more than a
little excited by it all!
"For your first time, you're doing all right?" Jack commented.
"I'm a quick study," Denise quipped, barely able to speak.
She now rested her cheek against one side of Jack's face. She was panting, feeling weak.
She felt his hands moving slowly down the sides of her body, tracking every curve,
stopping finally at the tie of her bikini bottom. She held her breath! She felt the damp
silken bottoms sticking uncomfortably to her pussylips. He was going to take care of
that discomfort now by stripping her!
"Yes, oh yeahhh, cousin, yeah, Denise," he whispered, tonguing her neck.
How strange! His tongue was so similar to Phantom's! No, that was stupid! How could
she be thinking of the Doberman – of what he'd done to her pussy – when here she
was letting her cousin touch her like this? The dog's cuntlicking was an accident. It
would never happen again. Never would she let her dog lick her cunt – not when she
had her cousin here to fuck.
"Nice, nice..."
The tie came loose. Denise gasped as she felt the damp silk peel down from her soaked
cuntlips. She hadn't really known just how wet her pussy was until now. She hadn't
cared and didn't particularly care now. All she wanted was for Jack to fuck the hell out
of her.
"Come on down here," he said, gripping her tightly and lowering her gently to the
couch.
"Oh yes, yessss..." The bottom of her bikini dangled from his fingers. He was staring
down at her, his eyes wide, glistening in the dim light.
"I've been thinking about fucking you for a long time too," Jack said, wetting his lips.
He bent down and touched one finger to her outer cuntlips. That touch drove her
crazy! She jerked, shutting her eyes tightly, kicking out one leg. She sucked in air and
pulled her ass back.
"Your cunt is so soft, so hot." Jack was lowering his head and kissing her belly softly
now." Ohhhhh... God!"
"You wanna do this bad, right? I mean, you really want to fuck."
Why was he checking with her? Of course she wanted to fuck. Couldn't he tell by the
way her cunt was creaming?
"Yes, oh please, please..."
Was that what he wanted – her begging him for his cock? Well, then he'll have it, she
thought. He'll have all the pleas and requests he can handle. I want to fuck him, need
to fuck him!
Jack lowered his head again. Denise felt her heart pound as he blew softly into her ear.
He was whispering things to her – things he was going to do to her that made her
shiver with terror and excitement. Her body was alive to his touch.
"Ohhhhh God!" she sighed.
He was kissing her again, sticking his tongue between her lips. She struggled against
the hot slippery thing trying to snake its way into her mouth. It excited her to be kissed
like that! She fought back, battling his tongue, shoving hers into his mouth while her
body twisted on the old sofa.
He was rolling onto the sofa now, slipping one hand behind her hips. He was
squeezing the valley between her legs now, making her squirm even more. Every
movement made her cuntlips unstick then fall back, only to separate again. As his
fingers rubbed over the flesh between her ass and cunt, she started moaning low and
deep. Hot fuck juice was seeping from between her bloated pussylips. She was ready for
his cock, more than ready to be fucked.
"Uhhghhhfff!"
As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Denise could feel nine
inches of hot prickmeat pressing up against her cunt. She wondered how his cock
would feel pushing into her pussy.
"Come on, undress me now!"
Jack had partially unzipped his trousers. Now he was kneeling in front of her. She
could see his meaty cockhead between the zipper teeth. More, much more cockflesh
was to follow!
Reaching up, her fingers icy and trembling, she grabbed the zipper tab and pulled
down. The swell of his hot cockmeat bulged out as she inched the zipper down, then
pulled his Levi's over his hipbones.
Denise had a hard time breathing again. Her heart stopped, then started up again as
she felt the hot air blow out from the insides of his pants. Then his prick sprang out at
her, making her jump back a little. His cock was way bigger than she'd ever thought it
was. His fucker was thicker and heavier than Phantom's. She wondered if she could
take a prick as big as his, especially for the very first time.
Wrinkling her forehead, Denise started crawling backward on the bed as Jack finished
taking off his underwear. He was on his knees on the mattress. He was smiling at her,
reaching between his legs and squeezing his fat cock while staring hotly at her. He was
going to fuck her, going to drive his big prick into her body.
"We can't... can't do that... can't fuck! Not with that... your... cock."
"Sure we can," Jack said.
He moved his hand down to her pussy, caressing it. He was working his fingers
greedily over her plump cuntlips, squeezing them hard, then relaxing, only to squeeze
again. He was milking her pussy labes, working their slippery, rubbery edges together.
Creamy cunt foam started dripping from her cunthole. When she tried to hunch back,
he eased off on his fingering.
"Oh, oh, OH!" the blonde teen cried.
"Hey, take it easy. We just started," Jack chuckled, flicking his tongue into her ear.
With that, he moved his hands up to her tits, squeezing them playfully. She groaned,
squirming her ass on the sofa cushion.
"Nice, hard, nipples," he whispered, staring at her firm tits resting on her chest.
Bending forward, cupping one tit with his hand, he sucked one nipple in his mouth.
"OHHHHHHHH!" the girl cried out, arching her back, kicking her heels against the
sofa.
She thought she'd go nuts when she felt her cousin's hot, soft lips moving over her
nipple. His tongue slid over and over her tender titflesh, laving her tit-tip with spit. He
used his mouth and hands together, working over her tits until he had her gasping for
air.
"It's time now, Denise."
The words shot through her brain. Time to fuck? Her heart stopped again. He was
lying flat on top of her now, holding her shoulders down with his big hands while
pushing forward with his hairy ass.
Denise's cuntlips peeled back, ready to receive her cousin's cock. She was burning in
her pussy, ready for his prick, ready for her first fuck. It felt wonderful when his ridged,
glossy cockhead snaked through her pussy hairs, edging closer and closer to the tense
muscles surrounding her cuntmouth. Dragging her feet back, inching her legs up
toward her tits, she prepared herself for her first fuck." Ohhhhh..." she groaned. Jack
was working his fat cockhead inside her pussy, shoving her cuntlips apart. She cried
out, dragging her nails over his broad shoulders while jerking her head back into the
soft cushions. As his big cock-bulge slid forward, she felt her outer cuntlips close tightly
over it. His big long cock was outside, still waiting to be shoved into her cunt.
"Man, your cunt is tight... ughhhhh! Real tight. Guess you were telling the truth," he
grunted.
Denise shoved her head deep into the sofa's old, musty cushion. She couldn't move.
She was being fucked, impaled on her cousin's fat cock. He was twisting his body
around now so she could feel his prick reaming out her tight cherry cunt. His spongy
prickhead wormed around and around, slowly sinking deeper into her pussyhole.
Fucking was better, much better than she ever thought it could be! Oh God, God,
please let it last forever! she pleaded silently.


Chapter 7

"No, oh noooo..."
Denise's voice faded away as she felt Jack's cockshaft disappear into her pussy inch by
thick, throbbing inch. She was so happy, so excited! She churned her tight little ass
around on the sofa, small puffs of dust rising from the dirty cushions.
"Fuck me... oh God, fuck me. Ohhhh! It feels so... so... gooooood!"
Denise threw her arms around her cousin's neck and pulled him down hard onto her
tits. She wanted him to skewer her cunt, to fuck his prick into her cunt until she
couldn't walk for a week! The more he stimulated the nerve endings in her cunt, the
more she wanted them stimulated! She felt her tight, slippery cunt tunnel gripping onto
his cock, milking it as his body dropped closer and closer to hers." Ughhh..." she
grunted. Denise shoved her legs down straight on the sofa and stretched them as far
apart as she could. Her heels brushed over the armrest of the old sofa. Her cunt was all
the way open, her cuntlips peeled back as he fucked her. She wondered how it looked
down there with her pussy so stretched and swollen and drenched with her hot cunt
juices. Biting her lower lip, she tried to slide one hand between their bellies. But Jack
was too intent on his fucking rhythm to let her.
"UGHHH!" he grunted in her ear. He was turning on, really getting into fucking his
cousin. She was glad. Smiling, shaking the sweat from her forehead and eyes, she
shoved her ass up, holding it there in mid-air for several seconds while she felt his prick
still sliding deeper and deeper into her fuckhole.
Denise stiffened, her fingernails digging into Jack's broad shoulders. He had run into
something, that something being her cherry. It was as if he'd driven a spike into her
cunt. She tensed, drawing her legs up while pushing the palms of her hands against his
chest. The pain was too great for her to take. She shoved back, trying to wiggle her ass
away from his prick.
"Come on, Denise, it's only for a few minutes," Jack said, holding tightly onto her
shoulders.
He wasn't about to let this little piece of hot ass work away from under him.
"No, it – it hurts!" the girl cried as she felt the pain in her cunt increase.
Busting her cherry was worse – far worse – than anything she'd ever experienced in
her life. Her mother and some of her girlfriends had warned her about this sort of
thing. But never, never had she really believed them. Now, split in two by Jack's cock,
she knew they were telling the truth.
"It's okay," he said gently." It's gonna hurt at first. But I swear, you'll never be sorry."
"NO!"
She meant it now as the pain in her pussy grew worse.
"Hold it!" he said angrily, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and holding her down
hard against the sofa cushions. His cockhead pressed hard against the resisting wall of
flesh in her pussy.
"NOOOOO!"
Denise was shrieking, jerking her head from side to side, beating her hands against his
chest while her shoulders pounded against the sofa. But he was not to be deterred. He
sucked in a deep breath and held it, angling his body above hers and shoving down."
NOW!"
The word terrified the girl. She took in a breath to scream out once more, but then,
suddenly, the pain increased until it was a blinding flash through her mind. She only let
out a rush of air from between her hps, feeling her cherry buckle in, then finally tear
away.
"AAGGGHGHHH!"
In a moment, Jack was on top of her body, his cock sore from the effort of busting her
cherry. He ground down on her, lying on her tits, fingering her hard, stiff nipples.
"Oh, I thought you were going to kill me," she whimpered, rising from the stupor she'd
settled in.
"I told you it wouldn't be bad after a while," Jack said, smoothing his hands over her
sides.
The two of them lay there for several minutes. Denise was afraid for him to start
fucking again. The pain in her cunt was still there, throbbing like an opened wound
while his cock pulsed like a tiny animal against her pussy walls.
It was a frightening position for her to be in. She wanted her cousin to fuck her – to
drive her crazy with his cock. But at the same time, she was worried about what his
cock would do to her pussy. He had hurt her. Would he hurt her again? Maybe they
shold stop fucking until her cunt healed. She didn't know. She just didn't now.
"No, don't... I..." He was moving again, drawing his long cock out of her pussy. She
shivered, feeling her cunt walls shrinking back together behind his retreating
pussyhead. She rubbed the backs of her legs over the couch cushions while her pussy
contracted tightly around his cock.
"Like it, huh? Don't worry. Nothin's gonna happen now. It's all over. Your cherry
won't hurt you again."
He started stroking her again with his long cock. Gradually, she spread her legs apart
once more, nearly hanging one over the edge of the couch. She could feel his thick, hot
fuckpole gliding into her cunt, soothing the raw wide sides of her cunt walls where her
cherry had once been anchored.
Jack was right – as always. The pain in her pussy was going away along with the fear. It
was so good feeling his hairy chest rubbing over her nipples now, scratching life back
into her hard little tit nubs while his legs pinned hers to the sagging couch cushions.
"Please, please, Jack. Let me touch your prick."
It was a daring thing to do. But then again, what she was doing now was rather daring.
Jack grunted out something, then dug his knees into the couch and raised his groin.
She slid one hand between their bellies. It was a strange sensation, feeling a prick for
the first time. She grasped her cousin's fat cockshaft as he started sliding it out. It was
drenched with her pussy juice.
She traced her fingers over his taut, hot cock until its ridged tip was clear of her cunt
mouth. It was so strange, so wild! His heavy fat prickhead pulsed when she scratched
her nail lightly against its spongy prickmeat.
Jack growled and stiffened, then drove his prick back into her cunt again. Her pussy
muscles spasmed, sucking at his invading cockmeat. Her fingers lingered there, feeling
the spasming continue and build into a wild, savage fury. Her cousin was close, very
close to shooting his load of cum.
"Pregnant... don't. I don't wanna get... get knocked up, Jack."
That thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She didn't want to be saddled so
young with a baby. She could only imagine what her mother, what her friends would
say.
"Hey, don't worry. I won't... I won't cum down there then," Jack said, pulling up and
seeing the concern on his cousin's face." But-"
"I know what I'm doing," Jack said, kissing her lightly on the mouth, then driving his
slippery tongue back in while fucking his cock in and out, in and out of her sucking
fuckhole.
"Ohhhhh!" the girl cried, curving her spine, letting out another shivery moan as her
cunt tightened hard around Jack's pounding prick." Touch my balls."
Denise did as he said as he made room once more for her hands. Her fingers cradled
his hot nuts. As she pressed his balls up against his body, she felt something else too –
something she hadn't been aware of before. Something was beating like a heart – some
powerful thing that was probably controlling his cock. She strayed near his asshole,
jerking her fingers back along his prostate, feeling it convulsing.
"Feel it?" he gasped.
"Oh yessss."
Denise's mouth felt dry. She was excited, so excited! She was learning so many new
things while getting fucked for the first time.
"It's so scary, though. I don't know. I don't know what to do next," she admitted
shamefully.
"You're gonna finish me," Jack grunted, giving her several short fuck-strokes with his
prick and sending her off into a heaven of pre-orgasmic pleasure.
"Finish you?"
Denise felt dazed with lust. She was close to coming, closer than she thought she would
get, especially after that brain-blasting pain from the rupturing of her cherry. She
couldn't keep her ass still at all now. She had started a gentle fucking motion again,
hunching back into the big hairy stud while he kept fucking her hard.
"I think I'm gonna cum too, Jack. I really think I am," she said, hardly able to get the
words out.
She felt that just staying there, saying she was going to cum was driving her closer to
the edge.
"You gotta take my cock in your mouth
She couldn't believe she heard those words. What had he said? Cock? Mouth? Was it
possible her cousin had said something like that?
"What?" Her throat closed in fear." Oh Jack, I can't! I mean, I never...oh, people don't
do that, do they?" she stammered, feeling fear knife through her.
"Yeah, all the time. Now do as I say. Turn around when I tell you. Here, I'll help," he
said, lifting up and rolling around until he was on his back.
It was so strange! In a moment, Denise felt herself sitting on top of him, her cunt still
impaled on his prick. He was hunching furiously into her, holding her tightly by the
upper arms while bending his knees.
"Turn around when I tell you. Turn around so I can eat your cunt."
His words sent a quiver of heat flashing through her cunt. She was very close now – so
very close. She felt as if she were drifting in a trance. She could only obey him. There
was no other choice. But to have his cock in her mouth! How could she?
"Ohhhhh..." Jack moaned. Denise cupped his balls harder. Something more was
happening now. She could feel the big bucking gland in back of his balls increase its
spasms. Each time her slick cunt oozed juice over his prickhead, his gland spasmed. It
was so strange, so wonderfully strange.
"Close, close," Jack whispered in a strangled voice.
"Oh, so am I!" Denise babbled frantically.
How strange to be on top. It was only for a few seconds, and she had to adjust her legs
so they wouldn't cramp. But now she was starting to enjoy fucking, starting to enjoy
riding up and down his prick, feeling her tits flap against her chest. Bending forward a
little, letting her long blonde hair splash over her face and shoulders, she found she
could keep her clit in continual contact with Jack's prick. She was calling some of the
shots now, and that thought excited her.
"Ummmmmm..." she moaned with pleasure.
Jack's cock was only partly inside her pussy now. She could feel the ridge along its
underside, the tube where his hot cum would soon blast through. And even as she
pressed his cocktube inward, something was bulging out against her fingertip again."
Now, Denise, now!" "I-I don't want to. I want to stay like this. Oh, I don't know..."
She was babbling as Jack grabbed her hips and pushed her forward and up. She let out
a cry of despair as his swollen, hot cockhead slipped free from her outer cunt labes. Her
convulsing cunt clasped desperately at his prickhead, but it was gone. Jack was guiding
her now, controlling her completely. Me was turning her around, his cock suddenly
there in front of her face. As he parted her thighs back over his head, she saw a tiny
drop of cum form at his piss-slit. The drop grew suddenly milky and thick.
"Denise! You gotta suck my cock! Hurry! Hurry up and suck my prick!"
His words were so pained, so panicked, the girl shook away her fear. In a second, she
found herself steadying his cockshaft with both hands and opening her mouth. The two
spongy lobes of his cockhead rested on her bottom lip. In the moment that followed,
the hot, milky droplet oozed onto the tip of her tongue. Then the boy shoved his hips
upward, burying his blood-filled cockhead up her throat.
It was sudden, unexpected! She had never done anything like this before. Nothing had
prepared her for sucking up jism. There were the usual jokes about cocksuckers at
schools, and some of the guys pointed out one or two fags in their class who supposedly
went down on the football teams lots of time in the shower room. But that was
something else – something on the fringes of society. This was her cousin, someone
close to her, to her mother. And here he was, actually shoving his cock down her
throat!
Denise felt a wonderful softness touch her cunt at the same time. He was going to eat
out her cunt, eat her pussy the way she was eating his cock. Again, she thought of
Phantom and the way his magic tongue lapped at her cunt. She shook away the
thought, concentrating on Jack's cock and her cunt.
"Yeah, oh yeah! Move your tongue along... yeahhh, that's it, Denise. Shove your tongue
along the underside like that and... ughhhh... shit, you're a goddamned natural! Suck
my cock hard, and wiggle your tongue-wiggle it around my cockhead. Ughhh! Get your
lips tight. Yeah, just like that – just like that!"
In a moment, Denise knew that Jack was about to cum in her mouth. And then it
happened. He had his cock shoved back almost to her throat. She could feel the power
of his prick as it spat out his potent cum.
Dazed with the shivering storm of her own orgasm, Denise closed the inside of her
mouth down around his cock and sucked hard. His prick throbbed as more and more
jizz spouted out.
She swallowed and swallowed again. She felt his sticky globs of cum clinging in her
throat, smelled them in her nose. She didn't care! She loved it.
"OHFHHHHHH FUCK!" she screamed.
Sucking cock was right for her, so right! Something this good, this wonderful, couldn't
be wrong. His tongue was touching her clit, raping her cunthole.. His teeth gouged
along her bloated cuntlips. She took her mouth away from her cousin's cock.
"Jack... you're... ughhhh! You're killing meeeeee!"
Her words sounded funny. She knew steamy strings of cum dripped from her chin and
that her eyes were heavy with lust. Jack shoved his hips up again, and she smiled,
catching his cock in her hands so she could get her mouth around it again. As his
cocktip grazed her teeth, another huge glob of jizz shot out onto her tongue.
"UGHHHHHHHHH!" Jack cried into her convulsing cunt.
"Yesss, oh yesss," she hissed around his pistoning prick.
The two of them fell sideways. Her hips were dancing over his cuntsucking mouth. He
sucked at the tender, juicy tissues of her pussy, raking his tongue over and over her clit
until the pinpoint of excitement stabbed her again and again. She had her knees as far
apart as she could get them as he sucked at her clit.
"Oh, ohhhh... uhghhOOOHHH!" she gasped, out of control.
She thrashed and grunted, grinding her shivering asscheeks as he ate her cunt
completely.
When Denise finally rearranged her body so they could hold each other, Jack was
smiling at her.
"You're something else," he said, kissing her forehead lightly.
"I'm glad you like to fuck me," she said, lowering her eyelids modestly.
Denise felt her heart beat wildly as her cousin said that. He actually liked fucking her.
Dazed and happy, she lay on her back and looked at the ceiling while he kissed his own
cum from her chin.
"Man, you got a cock-hungry mouth, know that?"
"I was afraid. But after we started, after your prick was in my mouth, I just didn't care."
It was hard for Denise to think of Jack as her cousin now. But slowly, reality began to
trickle back. She had come out here – come out to the garage – to hunt him out. And
he was her own cousin.
"I should be getting back. My mom..."
"Aunt Jan's probably dead to the world. You said so yourself. We can talk all night, and
she probably wouldn't say a thing," Jack said, brushing his fingers through her hair.
"You think so?"
Denise didn't care much about talking, and she had a feeling Jack didn't either.
"Yeah, I think so," he whispered back, kissing her lightly.
Denise took in huge lungfuls of air and looked happily about the garage.
"I feel sooooo good," she whispered, throwing her arms around her cousin and kissing
him passionately once more.


Chapter 8

Janet scratched her forehead, watching Jack and Denise at breakfast. They were both
yawning, avoiding looking at one another all through the early morning meal. She was
suspicious. Something had gone on last night. She was sure of it.
Tapping her fingers nervously on the table, she studied both of them and was sure. But
of course, she couldn't prove it – couldn't suddenly stand up and throw the boy out of
the house. They would both deny it. And perhaps they would be right. Perhaps nothing
had happened. She was so confused!
Looking at her yawning daughter, Janet felt a flash of jealousy. Had the girl fucked
Jack? To even feel something like that was base, beneath her dignity. She sipped her
coffee, buttering her toast, studying her nephew and daughter and wondering how on
earth she was going to deal with this situation.
"You and Patty stay out late?" Janet asked, her voice sharp. There was an unpleasant
edge to it, an edge both teens caught immediately.
"Yeah, kinda," Denise said, looking a little frightened.
"You know you shouldn't. The neighborhood's not safe and... well, just consider
yourself under warning, young lady. I don't want this sort of thing happening again. I
don't want the police to come here with... well, with some report about you."
It was all wrong! Her words were just tumbling out stupidly. She saw her daughter
bracing, eyeing her angrily while Jack sat there completely baffled at his aunt's behavior.
Maybe I should let them go and think this one out alone, she thought.
It was morning. Her mind was fresh. Perhaps "she could call her sister and work
something out to get Jack back a little early. He wasn't really seeing Los Angeles as he'd
hoped. Maybe he wanted to go home.
"And what are you going to do today, Jack? I see you've got most of the work done."
"I thought maybe I'd take in something like Disneyland or something. Maybe just go
down to the schoolyard down the way and find some of the guys to play a little ball,"
Jack said listlessly, eyeing Denise, who did everything she could to fight down a giggle.
Do they have a rendezvous planned? Janet wondered. Are they going to fool me, tell me
one thing, then slip away and fuck all day? Am
I going mad?
She sipped more coffee, then pushed away from the table, swatting down at Phantom
who had just trotted in and was nosing her leg.
"Down, down!"
"What's wrong with the dog, Aunt Jan? He's acting kinda funny," observed Jack,
leaning over the table and watching the Doberman trying to grab hold of her gown.
"I don't know," Janet said, fighting down the blush rising to her cheeks.
She gathered her gown tightly around her body, backing away until her ass pressed
against the sink counter. She knocked over his food bowl, spilling water onto the floor.
Everything was going wrong this morning – everything.
"Oh damn!" She clenched her fists, wanting to burst into tears.
She knew she shouldn't cause a scene – not in here, not in front of her daughter and
nephew. They wouldn't, they couldn't know what was going on in her mind.
"Maybe I'll do some shopping in town.. There's a new shopping plaza in Santa Monica.
I might drive down. You want to come with me, Denise?"
"No. I thought Patty and I would go swimming today," the teen said, eyeing the dog
nervously and drawing her legs together.
Would Phantom come and nose her, pounce on her cunt? She didn't know about her
mother – about the reason for Phantom's excitement. He was hot and horny, wanting
some juicy cuntmeat.
Denise felt fear and shame knife through her. She wanted to get out of the kitchen,
away from that Doberman before he gave away her guilty secret.
"That's nice. Here, Phantom, here, some fresh water and food," Janet said, having
righted the bowl, refilled it with water, then opened the refrigerator and unwrapped a
bone.
"Well, I'm gonna check on things on the garage and then head off to the yard," Jack
said, stretching his well-tuned body and smiling down at Denise.
The girl flushed red, turned away, and started for the living room. Janet wanted to
scream, but somehow managed to keep her cool. She wasn't going to hurl blame
around until she knew for sure something was up.
In a few moments, the house was empty. Jack had rummaged through the garage,
found a basketball and ran dribbling it down the drive toward the schoolyard. She
heard Denise talking on the phone and assumed she was making plans with Patty. She
giggled and laughed a lot, smothering her voice when she thought she was getting too
loud.
Janet wished she could somehow sneak into the living room and find out what was
being said. Finishing her coffee, she heard Denise call out that she wouldn't be home
for lunch, then heard the front door slam shut.
Alone again, Janet thought, gathering up the breakfast dishes and looking down at
Phantom. He was happily chewing on the bone, his attention completely focused on
ripping off the bits of red meat. She shivered, wondering if she could let him suck her
cunt again so soon after the last time. She was turning into a dog woman, a bitch who
craved doggie prick! It was like something out of an incredibly filthy joke. Tears rushed
to her eyes.
She would go out, do some shopping, perhaps some gardening. Maybe she should set
out and look for a good shrink. Yes, he would tell her why she kept sitting at home
alone, waiting for something to happen! It was awful!
The day dragged on. Her desire to go shopping faded as the summer heat increased.
Instead, she slipped on her shorts and halter and went out into the garden to work on
some flower beds she had started last week.
As morning passed into afternoon, Janet felt her boredom increase. What was she doing
here, crouching in the dirt, a sloppy straw hat hanging ove her shoulders? What was
she doing? Her daughter was having fun. Her nephew was out enjoying himself...
possibly with her daughter, committing incest.
That thought knifed through her again, making her stomach turn over! Jealousy, envy,
rage and shame rushed through her confused mind in a wave.
"Damn!" she spat.
It was stupid, useless for her to be like this. She wasn't going to muck around in the
garden any more. She wasn't going to be the butt of her daughter's mockery – the
pitiful mother who couldn't enjoy life any more. She was going to enjoy herself to.
Janet threw down the small spade and stood up, brushing the loose soil from her shorts.
Turning around, she saw Phantom romping in the grass, playing with his shadow,
barking at an occasional butterfly that flew too close to his snout.
"Phantom."
Her voice was thick, shaky. She would let him suck her cunt again; she could fuck the
dog many times over if she chose. No one was around to stop her. No one would. They
didn't have the right.
Clenching her fingers after taking off the thick gardening gloves, Janet walked to the
rear door, pushing open the screen and looking over one shoulder at the dog. He was
leering at her – actually leering at her. He wanted to fuck her as she wanted to fuck
him.
Somehow, Janet couldn't wipe the smile from her face as the dog rushed into the
kitchen, skittering aroiuid her bare heels, barking and whimpering as she let the rear
door close and locked it.
"Come on, boy, come on. There's only you and me here now."
Janet felt herself rushing about in a fog. The next thing she knew, she was in the
bedroom once more, her halter and shorts hanging on the chair with her hat. She sat
on the edge of her bed taking off her sandals while the Doberman waited patiently by
the chair. His head was tilted slightly to one side, his magic pink tongue hanging from
one corner of his maw.
She couldn't keep the excitement from making her mouth turn dry as cotton. That
beautiful cunt-lapping tongue was something she could no longer resist!
"Come on, boy, come to Janet!" Now she was on her back, her head pushed into the
pillow, her legs spread so widely apart, they draped over the sides of the bed." Come
on, boy, come on." Phantom hesitated, starting to get up, then he finally sat back down.
He was playing with her – playing with her the way her daughter and nephew were
playing. She felt as if she were nothing but the butt of a series of jokes all at her
expense. She groaned, rubbing the backs of her legs sensuously against the wrinkled
coverlet.
"Come on, be a good dog, get up onto the bed," she said, patting the mattress next to
her.
She felt her face redden, her pulse leap in her throat. She was embarrassed at what had
happened to her. Her whole life had changed so radically in the past few days. Where
once she had been resigned to waiting for a good fuck, now she had to go out after it.
Fucking once every few weeks wasn't enough. And it wasn't enough either just to
dream about an orgasm.
Janet's nostrils flared. Fucking wasn't something to be avoided. It was far easier if it just
happened somehow. And that was why she was so upset now. Phantom seemed eager
to fuck her a few hours ago at the breakfast nook. She remembered the way he had
nosed her in front of the children. It had taken all her will not to kick him in the face
and call for the pound!
"Up here, Phantom, up here!"
What is wrong with that damned animal? she wondered. Why is he taking his time?
My cunt is burning, throbbing and pulsing like a festering wound.
Finally, Phantom lazily crossed over to the bed and bounded up. Then he sat on his
haunches with his tongue hanging out, looking at her once more with his head cocked.
"Oh, stupid animal! Don't you know I need to get fucked?" Janet asked impatiently.
She knelt beside him, petting his Sides. She was burning up with lust. She knew that
one part of her lust was because of her nephew – because she suspected him of fucking
her daughter.
Her interest in Jack never ceased to surprise her, to shock her. To see him in the garden
without a shirt, to think of him near her and yet so far. And then to think of Denise
possibly fucking him. It was too awful even to think of! Her own daughter upstaging
her with her nephew! The thought that something like that would make her jealous
amazed her." Nice dog... good Phantom..." Janet was petting the dog's chest now,
running her hand down the thinning hair, down to his hindquarters. She was on
dangerous ground now, she knew. She couldn't touch his cock. That was going too far.
She wasn't going to tempt fate.
"Good Phantom... come here." She reclined on the bed, stretching her body out like a
cat. Reaching down, she pulled her cunt open, stretching her cuntlips apart with her
fingers so her hot, sloppy pussy meat was visible to the animal.
Finally, Phantom showed some interest. He stared at her dark-red cuntmeat glistening
under her blonde cunt curls. She'd managed to excite him. And even though he was
doing what she wanted now – licking her pussy – she felt something was missing.
Janet wanted something more – something that would excite her to a higher degree.
She needed a cock – a good hard prick to ream her out, to make her pussy feel filled,
stuffed with prickmeat.
"Mm mm mm..."
Her fingers strayed to her cunt slit. She plowed the slippery folds apart and let her nails
cut into the slick softness of her cunt flesh. Having her fingers dipping in and out of
her fuckhole was better than nothing. But still she didn't have that thickness a cock
could provide.
The room seemed to spin around and around. She knew she'd entered a new world
when the dog had licked her cunt a few days ago. And still she was unsteady in it. The
dog was starting to edge his fangs against the hollows of her thighs. Then he licked her
cunt again. She shivered and arched her back, jerking her ass off the mattress and
leaving it hanging, trembling in mid-air.
"Ohhh, damn you, damn you!" Janet was clenching her fingers into two fists, pressing
them against her sides, watching as the big Doberman wedged his way once more
between her thighs.
He looked strange there, black and hulking between her legs, his head bobbing up and
down, his tongue lapping over her pussy.
Janet gasped again. Her head was spinning like a top. Pushing one finger into her cunt,
she searched around, feeling her pussy convulse against her invading finger. Then
another, and finally a third slipped in her pussy. The dog's tongue lapped at her
knuckles as she fucked herself. In and out, in and out of her cunt she dipped her fingers
until she found herself fucking back, bouncing her ass off the bed, shoving her cunt up
onto her fingers and Phantom's tongue." Oh, oh, OH!"
Janet needed something to fill her pussy with. Fingers weren't any good now. She
wanted a full cunt. It was a need that went beyond conscious desire – beyond needing
an orgasm. She had to have something big sliding in and out of her pussy. Not since
her late husband had died had she been properly fucked." Oh Phantom lick my cunt
harder!" The dog's tongue just wasn't doing the job any more. It wasn't stretching her
pussy.
The dog was getting wild finally. He concentrated his hard lapping on her cunt. Each
time he pushed his pink tongue down into the steamy folds of her pussy, she tried hard
to think of a cock! She tried thinking about a man's cock ramming into her cunt. She
closed her eyes and tensed her legs around the animal.
She could imagine her husband fucking her. Many times, he had teased her like this
just before slipping his cock into her cunt. Then the images faded from her mind.
Again she saw her nephew Jack standing there, his rock-hard body glistening with
sweat, his long prick standing straight out, drooling with pre-cum.
His chest was heaving up and down. He was interested in fucking her. He couldn't
keep from moving to the bed, holding his cock and balls, telling her just how much he
wanted to fuck her and what he was going to do to her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh..." she moaned, writhing lustfully.
A cock – a real cock – a man's cock. But there wasn't a man's cock around. There was
only cunt-licking – the kind of teasing that led to no satisfaction. When she tried to
move so that the dog's tongue went deeper, her fantasy dissolved. She could tell that
what was touching her pussy was much softer than a prick.
Phantom growled and gouged roughly around the edges of her cunt. His narrow back
humped as his instincts started to guide him. She sucked in a little breath, feeling
herself go completely out of focus. "Phantom... here..." What in the name of all things
holy was she doing? It was as if someone else had taken over her body. She felt herself
getting up, folding one leg over the other and rolling around until she was in a kneeling
position, her head hanging from between her shoulders, her hair curtaining her face.
She was doing it – actually doing it. Her fingers curled into the mattress, digging at it
while her knees slid farther apart. The slight tugging of her swinging tits against her
chest added to her excitement. She felt as if she had entered another world, another
dimension, as she waited there for the dog to fuck into her.
"Ughhhh, come on... Phantom..."
She shook the hair from her eyes, staring at the headboard in front of her, feeling her
knees sink into the mattress. She was gulping in air, as if she were strangling. The
burning sensation in her cunt was getting worse and worse! It was all mingling together
somehow, taking the will from her.
The tickle in her pussy was excruciating, and now she had her knees apart, her ass
angled high in the air to give the animal room to mount her. She had to have a cock in
her cunt. She wanted Phantom's prick fucking in and out of her pussy.
No man would fuck her, it seemed! She had tried to fuck Jack, although her natural
shyness kept her from making an overt move. Still, I would have detected something,
she thought, if he were interested. Nothing. No one was interested in her cunt except
the dog.
"Oh God!" she sobbed, pushing that awful thought to one side.
Janet squared her jaw, trying not to think of what was really taking place. She not to let
that idea haunt her. It was just the touch, the sensations she wanted inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, hurry..."
Phantom was sniffing at her cunt, licking it, scratching at her asscheeks with his paws.
She dipped and wiggled her ass, feeling the weight of her jiggling asscheeks increasing
the throbbing of her clit. Isn't he ever going to fuck me? she thought, exasperated.
"OH NO!" she screamed as she felt his snout stick into her cunt. Her cunt muscles
spasmed hard and grabbed at him. He growled low while sniffing. She felt his tongue
drag up over her pussylips, teasing lightly over her clit. Bright lights seemed to pop in
front of her as she wriggled her ass.
It was happening! It was really happening! She felt the dog's forepaws sliding up her
back. He was starting to mount her.


Chapter 9

"Ughhhhh!" she grunted.
He was on her! The dog had mounted her! She felt his furry, warm belly sliding over
her back, making it bow down toward the mattress. His forelegs were wrapping tightly
around her lower chest. She could feel his sharp claws slicing into her sensitive flesh,
feel his head nestling in the valley between her jutting shoulder blades.
Janet closed her eyes and shivered with excitement and revulsion. Her head dropped
even lower, her hair touching her whitened knuckles as the dog's grip on her body grew
stronger.
"Ohhhh," she sighed with relief.
It was madness, a kind of wild insanity that had made her go this far. Her daughter, her
nephew – everyone had deserted her. They had found happiness and fulfillment and
had left her out in the cold. She didn't want to be left alone. She had a right to have fun
– to be loved, wanted – fucked.
She cried out again, clawing at the sagging mattress. She felt the dog's hindquarters
bumping against the backs of her legs. She felt something very warm, very slick
brushing over her thighs. His cock! His doggie prick! She bit her lower lip, wondering
again if she could go through with such a terrible thing as fucking the dog!
"Ohhhh God, God," she whimpered. She had her back bowed down, her ass shoved out
to make the angle of her cunt right. A thrill filled her chest. She was a bitch. That was
the right name for her – a panting, goddamned bitch. Her long blonde hair hung down
to curtain her face and help hide the fact she was a hot bitch twisting and turning for a
good fuck.
Her shapely ass moved and dipped. Again, something brushed over her cunt crack. It
was his hot cock – his very hot fucker. He was going to drive his cock into her cunt. At
last, a prick was going to finally fuck her!
Janet was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge Phantom on. Was this really
happening? Was it some kind of dream? The hot, uneven breath on the back of her
neck told her it was real. Again, she moved her ass back, feeling the dog's slippery cock
slide up toward her juicing cunt. Now she could feel the red tip of his hot cock as it
gouged lower.
A flash of fear and shame shot through Janet's spinning mind. Her excitement was at a
keen pitch, overriding all sense of decency she had ever learned.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
As she fought with herself, as she sobbed in her confusion, tossing her head from side
to side, the dog's bony prick slipped into her cunt, and he tightened his grip. She felt
his forelegs tense, felt his body tremble slightly while he hunched in.
"UGHH!" she grunted as his prick entered her pussy.
It was as if someone had attacked her with a knife! His cock was inside her, inside her
cunt! The itchy, aching walls of her pussy had been shoved aside by a dog's cock! Her
mouth opened, and air rushed out. Her eyes widened, glazed over, while her fingers
tore at the wrinkled coverlet.
Phantom was fucking her, actually fucking her! She let out a low growl, biting her
lower lip, feeling drool oozing from one corner of her mouth as she backed into his
fucker and let him have his way.
"OGHGHHH!" she gasped.
She wondered if she could go all the way with this. Her belly jerked and tightened.
Waves of guilt swept over her as more of Phantom's cock slipped into her sucking fuckhole.
A dog – a damned dog! But then all the wonderful bumps and knobs on his prick were
brushing over her clit, stimulating it. And all the while, he was holding onto her, giving
her warmth and love while slipping more of his knotty cock into her pussy.
Janet let out another groan and felt her elbows bending out, collapsing. She lay one side
of her face on the pillow, digging her hands into it while she wagged her ass gently
from side to side. Phantom's wonderful cock was finally scratching her itch, filling her
cunt, giving her pussy that stuffed sensation she had always wanted. It was wonderful!
Janet snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping over her face
and the tops of her hands. Hot tears of shame and delight trickled down her face while
Phantom's long knobby doggie prick reamed out her cunt. His cock was going to split
her pussy in two! His fucker seemed so big! Of course, anything besides her finger or
the dog's tongue would have seemed big. It had been such a long time since a cock had
fucked into her. Too long – much too long! "Fuck..."
Phantom was whining on top of her, tilting his head to one side and licking the back of
her neck. She shivered again, her flesh puckering up into gooseflesh. She pushed her
head over the pillow closer to the headboard while she widened the space between her
knees. Her tits dragged over the coverlet as the animal hunched down hard a third
time. Another series of bumps and knobs slithered past her clit, sending showers of
delightful sparks into her pussy.
Phantom began sliding his cock out, having already started his fucking action. Back and
forth, back and forth, in and out he began to fuck, his forelegs gripping her tightly, his
claws leaving long red marks in her flesh. He was panting into her neck, his breath
blowing her hair around behind her ears.
Janet grunted like a stuck pig when she felt his big prick-knob, bulging just in front of
his cockroot, pressing against her outer cunt labes. His cockhead pressed in hard,
making her cuntlips pucker inward.
The dog tensed his muscles, growling with frustration, wanting to work his big prick
into her cunt. She could feel his hindquarters moving about nervously behind her as he
tried to get a better angle for his fucker.
"No!" she screamed.
Phantom's cock was too large for Janet's tense cunt. Phantom found it impossible to
slip his cock all the way into her pussy.
Then Janet snapped to her senses. In a flash, she saw what was happening. The animal
was going to cum-shoot his jizz into her pussy. She was going to have his cum
splashing around in her cunt. Her fuckhole was already being reamed out. She had her
ass high in the air, wagging it while the animal pumped his cock into her pussy. Her
body shook with each downward, fucking thrust. Her cunt clasped at his knobby prick
each time the pointed tip gouged against her pussy walls." No!" she whimpered. But
she had gone too far. In her confusion – in her perverted lust – she had simply gone
too far. The next thing she realized was that she was crawling forward, swatting back at
the animal, tossing him over the side of the bed and off her body. She was panicking
and burning with desire. She heard the animal growling angrily, barking loudly as she
grabbed her gown and rushed from the bedroom. Her tits rose and fell on her chest as
she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Leaning against the sink,
she stared at her image in the mirror.
"You... bitch! You goddamned... bitch!"
Reaching for a bar of soap, she stepped back and hurled it at her image.
"Oh God, God! What have I done?" she cried, covering her face with both hands and
sinking to the tiled floor.
The horrible thing was that she was still hot. Phantom had worked her up close to
climax.
And then she had tossed him off and rushed from the room. Still her cunt burned. A
warm trickle of cunt juice ran down her thigh, making her sense of frustration even
worse. She was very hot, and there was nothing that could take care of her. She wasn't
going to let the animal touch her again. She had gone that far and had somehow
managed to crawl out from the horror. She swore she would never let him fuck her
again.
But how her cunt burned! Reaching up, she grabbed the sink's edge, hauling herself up
from the floor, staring at her tear-streaked face in the mirror. She saw where the bar of
soap had hit the glass. She had called herself a bitch and had been right. She was a
bitch – a damned bitch for having let that poor animal excite her like that.
She wondered what Phantom was doing – fucking the pillow? She knew he had been
close to shooting, firing off his load of jism into her pussy! What would she have done
then? How could she have lived with herself?
She had let an animal fuck her! That thought knifed through her conscience like a
dagger. Never, never would she be able to point a moralizing finger at anyone after this.
A noise downstairs! Janet turned on the cold water and splashed some over her face.
She found herself smiling as she gathered the gown tightly around her body and
stepped from the bathroom. She was sure it was Jack. He was bustling around in the
kitchen, fixing himself something from the refrigerator. It was late afternoon – almost
evening.
Janet felt herself throwing caution to the winds as she walked down the upstairs hall to
the landing. Behind her, Phantom trotted, nosing her legs, whimpering with frustration.
"Get away. It's too late," Janet hissed, kicking the animal lightly in the chest.
Whining, the Doberman darted a quick look at her, then shot down the stairs to the
kitchen.
"Aunt Jan?"
"Yes, I... uhhhh, was just laying down for a few minutes. I've been working in the
garden. It was really hot today," she said, standing in the kitchen doorway.
Jack was sitting down on the far side of the table wolfing down a jelly sandwich. His
sweaty T-shirt clung to his body and stray strands of hair hung over his forehead.
"I met some of the guys, and we played a little ball," Jack said, his eating slowing down
as he examined his aunt more carefully.
Janet sucked in a little breath and held it. She knew what he was doing now. He was
studying her, evaluating her as a desirable woman. She felt her flesh become suddenly
alive. Her clit burned as she stared back at him, embarrassed by the long stare and yet
unable to break contact.
"Denise home?"
"No, she hasn't come back yet. She's at her girlfriend's, I think," Janet said, not caring
about her daughter now.
She was sure the girl wouldn't be coming in for at least another hour or two. Dinner
wasn't until eight. She could see by the clock it was five-thirty now. There would be
time for fucking.
"Guess I can go outside and work a little on the yard," Jack said, wiping his hands on
his Levi's.
Oh no, no! He can't go out and leave me! she thought. Can't he see the state I'm in?
Can't he smell my cunt? Doesn't he realize the lengths to which I was driven only a few
moments ago? Oh God, God, surely he'll take pity on me and hold me – fuck me as
that damned dog had done!
"Well, yes, I guess... uhhhhh, I'm not sure what you can do but..."
Janet felt out of sync, fumbling for the right words in front of this young man. She
didn't want to shamelessly flaunt herself in front of him, drop the mask entirely and
debase herself. But how could she show him she wanted him to fuck her without losing
face?
"Then, maybe... maybe there's something I can do inside the house, then," Jack said
hesitatingly.
Was that a come-on? Was he going to work on wall sockets or something, or was he
referring to her? Had he picked up her desperate signals finally? Janet stared back at
him again and couldn't find the answer in his sexy eyes. She felt herself blushing like a
teenager in front of him. She couldn't explain that to him, to anyone. She was acting
like a goddamned teenager – worse than her daughter. How could she justify it? Her
heart was beating so loudly, she was sure he could hear it." Oh, I guess so."
Things were becoming so blurred, so out of focus again. She realized then that her
breathing was becoming shallow and rapid. Looking up, she saw that Jack had noticed
it too.
"Something around here?"
The kitchen? No, the bedroom, she thought. Yes, the bedroom. That's where I want
him to do his work.
"You okay?"
Janet was wobbly, swaying from side to side. She felt her body moving dangerously to
the right. Jack caught her, his hands supporting her shoulders. They felt hot and strong
there, and she let herself relax against them. In a moment, she found herself leaning
against his chest. She knew what was happening and let herself flow with the current.
"I feel... funny."
"Maybe the sun. Better go get into the living room and sit down, Aunt Jan."
Aunt Jan. How formal. How she wished he would take her in his arms and call her
darling.
But she let him guide her to the living room, let him set her down. She could hardly
think. A fire of lust shot through her veins. Her thighs tensed, and her cunt got juicy
for her nephew's prick.
Jack sat down next to her, and she shuddered.
"Better?" Jack smirked. There was a smutty, teasing slant to his eyes.
"No... don't... Jack."
It was a weak protest – the weakest she had ever made. He was kissing her hair. Her
hand fluttered up to his shoulder.
"I'd better remind you, Jack, that-that..."
His lips were so warm, so wet. They were on one side of her face, sliding down, down
to her neck. He was kissing her at the bottom of one eye. It was so warm, so tickly.
Janet almost giggled. She knew she was crazy, or she was quickly becoming a
nymphomaniac. That damned boy! He was doing this to her. He was acting on the
fantasy she had been carrying about all this time.
"Ohhh, you're my nephew. We just can't... we can't do this, Jack!"
Her voice trailed off weakly. He was kissing her harder now, sliding his hps and tongue
down her neck. She closed her eyes. She moved her hand behind his neck. She wanted
to hold him harder against her. Now she could feel his tongue, his teeth, his entire
body!
"Please, Jack – this can't happen. I won't let it."
"It's already happening," he whispered.
His fingers were spreading her gown apart. She felt the silken edge parting, revealing
more and more of her hot body. The gown clung for a second to her large red nipples.
He spread it farther apart, dropping his head.
She could feel his breath against her throat, then lower, down toward her swollen tits!
He was seeing her body, touching her tits, her stomach, her thighs. She knew she
should put a stop to this before they actually fucked.
But another part of her told her it was already too late. Jack had made advances, and
she had accepted, even encouraged him. There could be no denying that she wanted
him to fuck her. Now all she could do was lie back and enjoy and worry about reaping
the consequences later.
"What... what are you doing to me?" His tongue gingerly wet one dark areola. Her
gown fell open another inch to expose her tits further. He was gently sucking her hard
nipple between his teeth. The sensation was electrifying.
Janet stiffened, pressing her shoulders against the back of the sofa while her feet danced
frantically over the carpeting. Her cunt wet the bottom of her gown and the cushion
underneath.
Jack slid a hand under the silk and grazed it over her tummy. She was trembling now,
feeling the sweat slicking down all parts of her body. Her ass squirmed on the sofa, her
arms tightened around his chest as the sensation in her pussy grew hotter and tighter.
She could hear Phantom in the kitchen, barking and whimpering. Damned dog! He
would never get his nose up her cunt again!
"Ohhhh, we have to stop. We really have... ughhh... have to stop! Ohhhhh!"
"No going back, Aunt Jan. No going back," he whispered in one ear.
"Don't call me Aunt Jan. It makes me feel so... old," Janet protested, leaning her head
against his shoulders.
"All right, Jan."
Jan! She felt young again – young and sexy! And when his finger slid Into her flooding
cunt crack, she groaned loudly, kissing hard at her nephew's mouth. It was the kiss of a
teenager; She kissed like that several times in the past. And it was happening again.
Who said you couldn't go home again?
Flashes of brilliant light seemed to shoot through her mind. Jack's fingers eased up into
her cunt. She groaned again, rolling her head over his arms. She tightened her pussylips
around his finger, clamping one of her hands over his to shove it in deeper. This was
better, far better than having Phantom fuck her pussy.
"Oh Jack, Jack! I can't stop it! I just can't stop this! Please, fuck me!"
"Now, now," he muttered, holding her hard and driving his tongue into her mouth.
In a moment, he drew back, half-standing and picking her up. She clung to him, her
hands locked behind his neck, her legs draped over his strong arm. They moved silently
through the living room, up the stairs, and down the long hall.
"Oh here, here. My bedroom's a mess," Janet said, pointing to the guest room.
He mustn't see that bed, she thought. He might suspect something. I couldn't stand
that – couldn't stand the thought of him laughing at me and what I almost did.
"Doesn't matter to me," Jack said, kissing her hard while stepping into the smaller
bedroom.


Chapter 10

Janet was in a high, woozy state. She was spread out on the bed, her arms at her sides,
her legs pushed widely apart. She'd been in a similar position moments ago. But then,
standing by the foot of the bed, had been Phantom, his long pink tongue hanging out
of his maw. Now there was her nephew Jack. He had already peeled off his wet T-shirt
and was fumbling with the top button of his tight-fitting jeans.
She looked up, heavy-lidded, watching the silver buttons open, watching more and
more of his handsome, thick-muscled body revealed.
"OH!" she gasped, overwhelmed by his virile good looks.
His cock. It was so huge! Of course, her husband had had a big prick too! This fuck
would be wonderful – a trip down memory lane.
Janet remembered how good she'd felt when her husband had pinned her down, had
driven his big cunt-splitting prick up her pussy. She thought she could have died with
happiness! And now it was going to happen again! She wanted to get fucked badly –
wanted to have him fucking her until she couldn't stand it!
"Fuck me, Jack, fuck me!"
It was shameless for her to be saying this to her own nephew as he stepped out of his
Levi's. But she couldn't help herself. She watched him, feeling her chest tighten, feeling
her breath grow more and more shallow as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between
her splayed thighs.
"You're wonderful, Jan. Wonderful," he whispered, lowering his head.
"Oh,, am I?"
She was panting, pressing her head back into the pillow and rolling it from side to side.
She felt his fingers working along the insides of her thighs, forcing apart her pussylips
so he could work a finger deep into her cunt.
It felt so good to have him exploring her tender cunt walls, probing around until she
grunted with the teasing sensation. It was something like having the dog's cock sawing
in and out of her pussy. Is there any way he can tell I've been fucked? she wondered. It
hadn't gone on all that long. She had pulled away before anything really had happened!
Still, there might be some way – some residue of cum left that might give her away.
"Nice, nice and hot!"
Apparently there was nothing to let him know she had been fucked. She sighed with
relief. She had almost flipped completely before, letting that dog fuck her. At least now
she had a human being, someone who wanted to fuck her. Another shudder rocked her
body. She was a bitch in heat. But at least now, she was fucking her own species!
"Ughhhh," she moaned, thrilling to Jack's touch.
She was well prepared for this. Her cunt was flooding with fuck juice. Her pussy
burned and her tits ached for another touch.
As if he could read her mind, Jack reached down and looped one hand around,
touching her tits, rubbing his palms over her nipples until she found herself squirming
like a snake.
"More... ughhh! More!"
Jack lowered his head again. This time, he edged down lower, wedging his cheeks
between her thighs. He was going to eat her cunt, taste her pussy the way Phantom had
tasted it.
Janet put her feet flat on the mattress, tensing her thigh muscles, jerking her ass off the
sheets and feeding her nephew her cunt. The wonderful sensation of a tongue wiggling
back and forth over her juicing pussy drove her wild. Jack's tongue-fucking was better
than the dog's.
Jack knew what he was doing. It wasn't just instinct guiding him. He knew how to play
her, how to move his mouth, teeth and lips back and forth and drive her into a frenzy
without shoving her over the brink.
"Yes, yes, yesss..." she hissed.
Her chest heaved as he moved his head from side to side. He was burrowing deeper
between her outer cuntlips. She felt her cunt juices seeping out. The tickling of his
tongue and lips was so much more delicate than the rough and hurried cunt-licking of
her Doberman.
She felt him rimming the edge of her cunt mouth with the tip of his tongue. She
stiffened, kicking out one leg, then drawing it back again. She couldn't believe that this
young man was so experienced in the art of fucking. It was true what they were saying
about today's young. They were so much more uninhibited – so much more liberated.
For a second, she wondered about her daughter. Was Denise a slut? Was she as open as
Jack? Better not to think of it.
"Like it, Jan? Like it when I eat your cunt out?" Jack whispered, picking several
cunthairs from between his front teeth.
"Oh yes, yes! Tongue-fuck me!" she panted, working her ass from side to side.
Janet felt floods of hot pussy juice wet her cuntlips. Jack was running one finger
gingerly along her cunt slit. He was doing that purposely, watching her twist, listening
to her moan for more pressure.
Janet tried closing her legs again. But his touch brought out a moan from deep inside
her. She parted them to let him find her clit again. He rolled one thumb back and forth
until she was writhing on the bed like a snake. Her fists beat against the mattress as she
begged him to fuck her.
"No, no, don't do this to me! You're going to drive me out of my mind!"
Janet was dizzy, near fainting as her nephew kept on playing with her cunt. She felt his
tongue spearing in and out, flicking against her convulsing pussy walls. She couldn't
take much more of this cunt-lapping. Closer and closer she edged toward climax. She
felt more musky pussy juices seep out to wet his cheeks.
Crying out again, she rolled her hips with a new freedom. He licked hungrily at her
clit. His teeth cut her cunt more, and she liked it, pumping her ass in the steady
hunching spasms of fucking. She was fucking her nephew's mouth! It was unbelievable
how the hot tickle in her cunt was building and how she was satisfying it!
"Ugh.... ughhhhoohhh," she grunted ecstatically.
Gasps broke from her throat. Jack's fingers were tickling the hollows of her thighs,
fingering her, playing with her cunt. She wanted him fucking her. The teasing was
enough. All that tongue-fucking was enough. Now she wanted his cock ramming into
her pussy. Then, suddenly, Jack pushed four fingers into her convulsing cunt.
"AGHGHHH!" she gasped.
She nearly fainted from the sensation. She was drooling and tossing her head. He
fucked in and out of her with his fingers, sucking her clit at the same time between his
teeth. She could hardly keep still enough for him.
He told her several times to be quiet. But she couldn't help herself. She could no more
keep quiet than become the man in the moon. It was wild. Her pussy muscles tried
nursing his fingers. The hot, itchy thrills in her cunt were building more and more.
"Now come on, suck my cock. Come on, eat my prick," Jack whispered.
He was dragging his fingers out, making her teeter on the brink, pushing her up to the
limit then pulling back. It was crazy. It was beautiful!
Moving up, Jack pushed Janet's arms hard against the sides of her body, crawling up on
his knees until his hot cock danced in front of her face.
"Suck my balls."
Janet swallowed hard. It was so wonderful to hear him ordering her around. She
shivered, reaching up, brushing her fingers over his cock. He stiffened, letting out a
choked sigh.
"Come on, suck my balls!" Jack pleaded.
Janet squirmed down until his nuts were dangling directly over her mouth. His balls
were so big – so hairy – much more leathery than she remembered her husband's
being.
"Hurry," he said.
Reaching up, Janet guided him down a few inches until his balls rested against her
teeth. Then, closing her eyes, she brought her front teeth together against his wrinkled
ball sac. She almost gagged on the mouthful of his nuts and skin. She could feel his
cum bubbling around inside.
"Yeah, yeah... shit! That feels good, Jan, real good."
Did he want her to nibble, suck? It didn't really matter. She heard him sigh again. She
held his balls in her mouth, moving her tongue around a little and keeping his nuts
nice and warm. She moaned. Apparently the vibrations transferred themselves to his
bails. He let out another choked cry, moving his body from side to side.
"Christ!"
Janet applied some suction, feeling his balls and cock skin being drawn into the back of
her throat. She heard him whimper for more. He wanted more. She was turning him
on, making him beg her for more.
"UGHHHHHHH!" he groaned as she dug her teeth gently into his balls, forcing her
tongue up and down, wiggling it along the line separating his balls.
Jack jerked up, then fell back against her face. At the same time, she reached up and
grabbed his cock, figuring he would like it if she did. She was right. She heard him
moan, felt him rocking back and forth, squeezing his knees against her shoulders. She
sucked in a deep breath through her flared nostrils and started rubbing his prick on the
underside, just behind his broad cock-knob.
"OH SHIT, YEAH, YEAH!"
Jack had his head thrown back, and sweat was streaking his face as his massive chest
heaved mightily up and down. Janet was really jacking his cock! She groaned happily,
moving her fingertips to the end of his cock. She found some pre-cum oozing from the
slit. Using his jizz, she spread it down into the cleft on the underside of his cockhead,
rubbing it greasily back and forth until she thought he was going to come apart.
"Man!"
Janet felt him jerking away, sliding back down to his original position between her
legs..
"Man, you keep that up, and I'm gonna blow my load!"
Janet felt a flush of pride once more. She was as exciting to him, she guessed, as girls
her daughter's age. She hadn't lost her appeal. She smiled, wiping some excess spit off
her lips and staring up into her nephew's eyes.
"Let's fuck," he said.
She felt his knees rubbing up against her asscheeks, felt his hands grab her hips and
push them back. He was holding onto her with one hand, his other tightly gripping his
cock, guiding it to the center of her juicing cunthole. She felt the head of his cock
rubbing over her ass, gliding nearer, closer to her pussy. She held her breath and closed
her eyes, waiting for him to fuck into her cunt.
Her eyes fluttered open while her fingers dug into Jack's shoulders. It was unreal,
unbelievable! It felt good to have his cock sinking into her cunt, pushing at her itchy
pussy walls, spreading them apart. His prick was burying itself in the hot bubbly juices
of her pussy. She could hear his fucker slurping its way in, frying in her hot cunt oil,
getting ready to ram down hard.
"Ohhhhhh yessssss," Janet whispered, moving her ass shamelessly around in tight,
frantic circles.
It had been so long since someone had fucked her. Of course, there had been Phantom
fucking her a few moments ago. But that didn't count. None of that counted until now.
Now, fucking her nephew was the only thing that mattered, that had any value.
"Fuck me!" she whispered, closing her eyes and arching her back.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack whispered, still gripping her shoulders and hunching down.


Chapter 11

Janet couldn't believe she had ignored the needs of her pussy for so long. It was so
wonderfully good to fuck! Wrapping her legs tightly around her nephew, she fed him
her cunt, feeling his thick, throbbing prick sink slowly into her gulping cunt. Fuck
juices gurgled out around her stretched cuntlips, trickling down her asscheeks and
burning into her shitter. Her thighs tensed and relaxed, then tensed again as she clawed
her fingers along the wrinkled coverlet.
She was frantic for cockmeat, inches and inches of it. Tossing her head from side to
side, whimpering like a whipped puppy, Janet begged Jack for more cockmeat. She
loved the way his prick rubbed over her clit and the way his balls felt as they dragged
over the bottom junction of her cuntlips. And now, he was toying with her tits again,
pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. And all the time
his wonderful cock was corkscrewing its way deeper and deeper into her cunthole.
"Take it, Jan, take my cock," Jack whispered, his eyes shut tight.
Janet's shoulders pressed against the bed, her legs beating against it as a powerful spasm
passed through her cunt. Her hips thrust up to his advancing cock, her asscheeks and
thighs rippling with tension. The tendons stood out against her flesh as she gasped in
lungfuls of air.
"No, no, NO!"
Janet choked on her own spit, jerking her head from side to side, feeling her long
blonde hair splashing over her face and throat.
Stray strands clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead as she twisted her hips. She
could feel her cunt muscles working, dragging in his hard meaty prick.
"Shit, you're something else, Jan," Jack said, four inches of his cock still outside her
pussy.
"Oh fuck, fuck me. Oh God, I haven't been so happy in so long. I need... ughhh...
ohhhhh, I need cock! I want your prick. Fuuuuuck!"
Janet was going crazy. She felt the last shred of rationality slip away as Jack pulled his
cock back a few inches, then pistoned forward again, pinching her nipples until she
squealed like a stuck pig.
"AIYYEYYEYYEYE... oohoohooho!"
Janet whipped her hips around with greater ferocity. His cock gouged her snug inner
cunt muscles. She could not believe how good it was to feel his brisk fucking
movements, to feel his cock stroking the entire length of her cunt.
Janet was babbling. She was seeing a light show explode in front of her eyes. Whorls of
red and orange exploded as waves of incredible delight swirled through her cunt. She
couldn't believe the intensity of what she was feeling. Never in her entire life, she
believed, had she experienced such an overwhelming sensual pleasure.
"Nooo..." she whimpered.
Raising her legs again, she tightened them around Jack's lower back, feeling her cunt
muscles contract, relax, then contract again. She was milking his cock-milking his prick
the same way she'd milked at Phantom's tongue when he'd licked off her cunt.
No, no! Mustn't think of the dog, Janet told herself, feeling her pussy cinch down on
Jack's cock. She was getting through to him. She felt his body slam against hers, felt his
legs trembling against her upturned asscheeks. He let out a sharp cry, his chest
tightening while his head snapped back.
She had him in a tight grip, so tight it almost hurt her pussy muscles to stay clamped
down like that. He was groaning, trying to pull his cock back, trying to get her to relax.
She would relax – finally relax – when the two of them teetered over the brink into
that wonderful golden world of climax!
"CHRIST!"
His voice sounded strained, hurt!
Janet slowly eased off her pussy grip, letting him draw his cock back, then shove his
prick into her cunt once more. The delicious stretching sensation in her cunt, that
feeling of her pussy being filled, washed over her again.
Drawing his cock back again, Jack corkscrewed it into her fuckhole, reaming out her
cunt with his thick fucker. He made sure he was always in constant contact with her
clit. She could feel her clit thickening, growing very stiff, very hot. More fuck juice
seeped from her cunt, washing over his cock and balls, making the sounds of fucking
all that much louder in the small room.
"It's soooo good... ughhh! So good, I'm gonna die!" she cried, drool slicking down her
chin and cheeks.
Janet rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cleft of her cuntflesh over his cock. A
low undercurrent of noise seeped from her throat. She was close to popping off. She
was going to cum – going to finally cum with a man! The thought knocked her up yet
another notch toward orgasm.
"Cum, cummmm..." she moaned.
Janet needed release quickly. She could tell from Jack's breathing, from the jerky
movements of his body, that he too would be cumming soon. The rising heat in her
cunt made her thrash around like a maniac.
She found herself leading now. But Jack followed with perfect rhythm. When she
arched her back, he pulled his prick out until the ridge around his cock-knob tugged at
her cunt muscles. Each time she curled her spine and tried to gobble up more prick, her
nephew thrust his cock forward until their hipbones ground together.
Janet forgot about her daughter, about the dog, about everything else except her
nephew and that fabulous cock of his reaming her cunt out. She churned her ass,
pressing her tits against his hard chest. She could feel sweat dripping off his neck and
shoulders, splashing on her jiggling tits as she rocketed toward climax.
"Ohhhh...ughhh!"
"Soon, Jan, soon," Jack said.
It would have, to be soon. She couldn't take this wild fucking much longer. She
moaned louder now, flashes from her clit rising like lava to her overloaded brain. As
she ground against him harder, she felt his lon# thick bar of prickmeat inside her cunt
reaching down deeper, pressing her cunt sheath up, up, until she thought she was going
to come apart.
"Ughhh... soon..." she echoed.
She could feel his jagged fingernails digging into her ass, forcing her rolling hips to
meet and take the same heavy fuck rhythm as his prick.
Janet could hear herself sobbing. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation
of stretching her cunt, the steady beat of his cockhead hammering against her pussy
walls. Every bump of his prick made the feeling more intense. Janet felt herself
stretching thin, getting closer and closer to orgasm. Soon she wouldn't be able to
control herself. She was dripping sweat.
She was all the way down on his cock now. Frantically, she moved her ass around in
circles, feeling his cock stirring her pussy guts around. The tension in her belly swelled
as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Her asscheeks flexed, then relaxed as he
slapped her ass, throwing his prick into her cunt with a wild, unbridled fuck rhythm.
"NOW!" he screamed.
That simple cry was enough to set her off. She tossed her hips with the beat of his
fucking. Now he was slowing down, holding her so tightly, he nearly crushed the
breath from her. She could feel his prick jerking around like a tiny animal inside her
cunt.
It was finally happening! Janet kicked and bit and clawed at Jack as she felt the massive
thrusts of his cum-spurting cock. She thought she was going to pass out!
"Huhhhrrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrr!', she grunted and gasped as her cunt walls gripped
down on his cock at least two times for every wad of jizz that shot from his prickhead.
She was all cunt-hot and clenching cunt.
Janet milked at the bucking prick, thrashing uncontrollably from side to side, screaming
at the top of her lungs. Her head snapped back while her tits jiggled like pudding. Now
she was cumming! That moment of white-hot joy passed, and she was riding high,
feeling the itchy ache turn into something much more powerful, almost painful as the
fuck-thrusts of his cock continued.
The last of her wild thoughts was that she had been fucked by the biggest, hardest,
strongest cock in the world.
It was some time before reality began to creep into her consciousness. She lay there,
still impaled on her nephew's cock. He had his head buried in her hair, and he was
breathing softly into one ear.
"Ohhh, Aunt Jan. Nice, nice, he whispered, running his fingers up and down her tits.
Janet sighed, feeling the world spinning about her. What about Denise? How could she
face her, having done what she did? She had fucked her own nephew – had committed
incest!
"You won't... you know. You won't tell anyone about what happened... here."
She felt her face burning with shame, embarrassed that she had to ask that kind of
question.
"Why?"
"I mean, you won't go around and tell people – even Denise – that you fucked," Janet
said, glad she finally got the words out.
"Not as long as I can keep fucking you," he said, chuckling softly.
The two of them lay quietly in bed for perhaps an hour, occasionally talking, but more
importantly, feeling the warmth of each other's body. It was some time before Janet
noticed how dark it was getting. Denise would be coming home soon, and she hadn't
even gone shopping!
"Oh God – Denise – dinner. I can't let her suspect that..."
Jack propped his head up on one hand, staring with amusement at his aunt's concern.
"Hey, I'll help you, Aunt Jan. We'll go shopping together before Denise comes in."
"Yes, yes, of course," Janet said a little breathlessly, getting up and looking around for
her clothes.
Jack laughed again, rose from the bed and helped her. After some time, they showered,
Janet having to push Jack away several times in the small stall to keep him from
slipping his cock back into her cunt. She wanted to fuck him again, wanted to feel his
prick fucking her! But not now – not when her daughter might catch her!
It was some twenty minutes after Janet and Jack had pulled away from the house that
Denise came home.
"Mom?" she called out, letting the door slam behind her.
No answer.
"Jack?"
The young girl had been with Patty all day, doing some shopping, some sunning, and
some general gossiping. She told Patty all about what had happened, and the two of
them giggled crazily through lunch. But now she was excited again – hot. She wanted
to fuck Jack. Finally, she couldn't stand the waiting and had to leave Patty.
"Jack?" she called out again.
The house was deserted! Well, he'd come in some time. She moved into the darkened
living room and flicked on the tube, settling her ass in the soft cushiony chair near the
set.
"Phantom!"
The dog had smelled her out and was on the chair now, whining through his nose,
shoving his snout against one of her legbands.
"No, naughty dog, no!"
But then again, why not? She had let him lick her cunt before. It wasn't as if she were
cherry anymore. Jack wasn't here nor was her mother. If they were to come in
suddenly, she could always hitch up her shorts and kick the dog off.
"Oh, why not, why not?"
She unbuttoned the top button of her shorts, unzipped the side, and slid them down to
her knees..Her cunt was hot! Immediately, she smelled her musky cunt.
"UGHHHH!" she gasped.
Phantom wasted no time. In a second, he was between her splayed thighs, bracing his
forepaws on the front edge of the cushion, shoving his nose into her furry, warm cunt.
Denise clenched her fingers, digging them into the armrest when she felt his pointed
snout slipping into her tight little fuckhole. Her pussy muscles cramped around his
probing snout when his tongue lapped in her pussy. Groaning, she raised her ass
slightly off the chair. In front of her, the television droned on.
"Oh yes, yes," she moaned.
No one will know, she thought. And mother? Well, there's a square one! Mom will
never suspect Phantom licks my cunt. And when Jack gets home... yes, we'll go out and
sneak a nice, long fuck. Until then, Phantom's tongue will do so nicely.
"Oh yes, there, doggie, there..."
Denise panted like a bitch, rolling her ass on the squeaking chair cushion. And soon,
soon there would be Jack to fuck her. What a summer this was going to be!


THE END
