A PET FOR MOM AND DAUGHTER
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

"Janie, look what I found in the locker room today."
The young blonde raised her head sleepily from the chaise lounge, pulling down her
sunglasses and staring at her best friend Patty Williams. Behind them, the pool reflected
the hot mid-August sun.
"What were you doing down at school?" Janie asked.
Her girlfriend was grinning sheepishly, a slight tremor in her hand rustling the pages of
the journal.
"Checking with Miss Beddingfield to see if I was on the tennis team next year or not.
Anyway, look at this. It was on the floor near my locker. It's something else."
Janie took the thick magazine from her friend and flopped it down on the lounge
cushion. Immediately, it sprang open to the center. Janie adjusted her eyes. She couldn't
believe what she saw. A man nearly six feet tall, dark and hairy, was standing with his
legs spread wide apart. He was stark naked! And between his legs was some woman
also without a stitch on. He had one hand wrapped around her cunt, while the other
was cupping one of her tits.
Janie felt a hot rush of excitement flush through her tight little pussy as she looked at
the man's cock! The woman was swallowing his prick-sucking on it!
"Wow! Whose is this?"
Janie's eyes brightened as she flipped through other pages of the magazines. There were
more pictures – photos of people sucking and fucking in every position imaginable.
From the few words printed on the pages, it looked like a German publication.
"I don't know. The thing was just laying there. I thought it was a sports magazine or
something. They're moving around in the magazine, but it sure isn't a game I know,"
Patty said, giggling and stretching out her hand to get back the journal.
"Wait," Janie said, scanning the magazine more carefully. She had never seen anything
like this before in her life.
"Kinda makes you wish you were one of those women, huh, Janie?"
"Patty Williams!" Janie cried out, pretending to be shocked.
But there was no denying the young blonde teen was taking an interest in the photos.
She could see her friend had also studied the magazine, judging from the fingermarks
on the smooth pages. Fucking. Sucking. Those people posing on the pages were doing
all the things she'd heard about in school, in sex education classes – all the things she
secretly wanted to do herself but didn't have the courage to try.
Sighing, she turned onto her back, spreading her legs apart until her feet dangled over
the edge of the plastic cushion.
"Well, I bet it's true. I wouldn't mind having one of those guys coming over some night
and... fucking me," Patty whispered, turning her head around and making sure her
mother wasn't about.
Janie giggled, closing the magazine and handing it back to her friend.
"Me too," she admitted, moving her pert ass back and forth on the hot cushion. Janie
was getting excited, feeling her cuntlips start to swell and fill with blood. And for what?
she wondered. There was no one around. No one except Patty and that dumb magazine
that got her started in the fir st place!
"Bet none of the guys at school could be like that. I mean, you know, have a cock
between their legs that big," Patty mused out loud, thumbing through the magazine
again and breathing audibly.
Janie shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I guess all that counts is how good a guy is in bed. "
She closed her eyes and felt the hot sun bake her body.
Janie was wearing a pale yellow bikini, one she could wad up in one hand. It didn't
amount to more than a few tiny pieces of satin with strings attached. It was awfully
exciting just to wear it. Her mother, of course, hated it and nearly refused to let her out
of the house with it on. It was only when she put on one of her father's old white dress
shirts and promised she'd only go to Patty's that her mother finally agreed to let her go.
"Yeah, but having some guy who's good in the sack and with a big cock too... Wow,
that'd be the end," Patty said dreamily.
Janie didn't answer her friend. She thought of haying some unknown, handsome, hung
man on top of her, his body pinning hers to the mattress, his fingers holding her
shoulders steady while his knees pushed her thighs apart.
She could already feel her cuntlips stickily peeling back, opening to reveal the dark
pink, moist flesh of her pussy. And all the while, his prick would be edging up, pressing
against the flesh of her inner thighs. Just thinking about it made her hotter than ever. It
was just like those wild dreams she'd been having lately, dreams that left her halfawake
with a throbbing, cumming cunt in the middle of the night. She heard that those kind
of dreams and those kind of feelings were normal for a girl growing up. She would have
preferred not having them at all, or having the real thing. And just thinking of that
made her shiver now.
The feel of the sun on the tiny crotchband of her bikini was starting to get her really
going. She rolled over on her tummy, reached over, and took a sip from her Coke.
"Have you ever... you know, fucked?" she asked her girlfriend, setting the bottle on the
flagstone patio.
"Wow, you sure know how to ask a question," Patty said, peering over her sunglasses.
She'd stashed the magazine when her mother came out the patio glass doors, saluted
the girls, and then turned to do some gardening near the kitchen window. "Well, have
you?"
"Nope," Patty said, running her fingers along the seams of the chaise lounge cushion.
"But maybe if I can get Warren to..."
"Oh Warren," Janie interrupted, arching her eyebrows. "He's going to need sex
education books all through his life."
"Well, maybe so. But he's better than nothing," Patty said pointedly, pulling out the
magazine after her mother went back inside.
Janie winced at that blow. She didn't have a boyfriend right now, it was true. But there
were a few hovering close by. It was just that she wanted some time to study them, to
decide who she wanted to get serious with.
"The next guy I date – and I'm gonna be careful about who I choose... the next guy,
I'm gonna let him fuck me," she whispered, leaning over the lounge chair.
Patty turned and stared at her friend with rounded eyes. Then the two of them giggled
nervously.
"You think he's gonna look like one of them?" Patty asked, holding the obscene
magazine up.
"Gosh, I sure hope so. But I can't think of anybody at school like that. God, they're all
so good-looking."
"Yeah, I know. Once, you know, Warren and I almost fucked. I mean, we were at a
party and sneaked up to a bedroom for awhile. I took off my panties-"
"Patty!"
"Well, it's true," she said, tilting her head back slightly. "Anyway, I took off my panties,
and Warren fingered my cunt till I thought I was gonna scream."
Janie was moving her hips from side to side, feeling the slippery drag of her cuntlips
against one another. Her pussy was starting to juice. Instinctively, she started clawing
the plastic cushion, making soft fucking movements against the squealing lounge chair.
It was so strange listening to Patty talking about fucking, listening to her talk about
Warren and how the boy had fingered her off.
Janie would have given anything to have exchanged places with her friend on that
night. No boy had ever touched her pussy like that. Maybe it was because she was too
pretty. She had heard somebody say something like that. Lots of the boys thought she
had a steady boyfriend and were afraid to ask her out. She wished she could wear a sign
or something telling them just how hot and curious she was.
"Then he was kissing me real hard," Patty continued. "All up and down my belly and in
my navel. And I thought he was going to... you know."
Janie tried to control her breath, her voice. She arched her eyebrows and gave her friend
a quizzical look.
"What?"
Patty flushed beet-red.
"You know, suck my cunt or something like that. I heard some guys really dig doing
things like that. I hear Mitch Woolsley sucks cunt a lot, and with his cousin, too."
"Weird," Janie panted, closing her eyes as she felt another ripple of excitement rush
through her cunt.
Mitch Woolsley. An image of a tall, thickly built young man with a full head of black
hair, a moustache and long sideburns flashed through her mind. He was handsome.
Handsome and sensual. He was a senior and had half the girls in school swooning over
him. But he seemed kind of stand-offish, going around town lots of times with his
weird cousin Evylyn. Now Janie knew why.
"Yeah, bizarre. Anyway, he didn't do anything, damn it, I couldn't very well have asked
him," Patty said, shrugging and closing the magazine.
"Maybe you should ask Mitch Woolsley over. I'll bet he'd fuck you," Janie suggested.
"I don't think I trust him. He seems a little crazy, you know. Going out with his cousin
and all and fucking her like that. " Patty swallowed some Coke and turned over on her
ass.
Janie looked up and saw that her friend was just as aroused as she. Her pert nipples
were stiff, pressing hard against the thin material of her bikini top. And a tell-tale dark
patch of moisture around her crotch band told her that the girl's cunt was really juicing.
"You know, if you loved a guy, really loved him, would you... you know, would you
suck-"
"You're sure full of questions today," Janie grumbled.
"Well, would you?"
Janie shuddered. Her friend's questions were making her nervous and hot.
"I... I don't know. I don't know anything."
"Janie, last night, when I was trying to get Warren hot. Well, I almost did it to him,"
Patty said, looking a little ashamed. "And I really wanted to. That's the funny thing. I
looked at his cock and had it in my hand, and it seemed like the most natural thing to
put my mouth around his prick. I didn't, of course."
Janie was burning. Her friend was having all these opportunities to fuck. And all she
had were those awful, wonderful dreams. It just wasn't fair!
"I'd better be getting back home."
Janie pulled her white shirt on. It was long enough to hang well below her hips so she
wouldn't look quite so naked on the street.
"You want the magazine? I had it for awhile. They've got some really neat pictures
toward the back you didn't see yet," Patty said, curling the journal up and sticking it
into Janie's hands.
"I'll bring it back tomorrow, promise," she said, tucking the magazine under the shirt
and turning.
"And don't let your mom see it. You know how she is," Patty called out, adjusting her
bikini as Janie disappeared around the corner.
"Don't worry," Janie said, pulling down her sunglasses and heading toward home.
Fucking. They had been talking about fucking all this time. She was so hot – hot
enough to throw away all those awful years of her mother's moral training and let some
guy pick her up on the street.
She looked around to see if there were any cars cruising her. Nothing, no one out.
Well, it's too hot! she reasoned. The guys are probably at some pool or something,
getting drunk, talking about girls, about fucking. If only one of them would come out
and get in his car!
"Damn!"
Well, I probably wouldn't have the courage in the end to jump in and let the chips fall
where they may, anyway, she thought. Sighing, she turned into the wide curved drive
that graced the front of the two-story Victorian home she lived in.
Her mother's blue Mercedes was gone. That was good. There wouldn't be another
confrontation in the long string of arguments she and her mom had been having lately.
"Ohhh, you're all wet, Apollo."
Janie squealed with delight as the big German shepherd came bounding from around
the back of the house and jumped around her. He had been running through the
sprinklers in the rear garden when he'd heard her shuffling footsteps on the concrete
drive.
"All right. Down, down, boy. Dinner's not for awhile. Come on, come on inside. It's
too hot out here," Janie said, brushing back her long hair while rubbing her fingers
through the dog's short, warm fur.
She paused on the front steps, feeling a light breeze rustle the long dress shirt, pressing
it against the backs of her legs. Her father's insurance had paid off the large mansion
like house and then some, leaving her and her mother fairly well-off after his death.
Neither of them had to work to live comfortably. But it was so lonely, so awfully lonely
without her dad. That had been the beginning of the tension between her and her
mother. That had started it – her father's violent death in the car accident.
Janie blinked away a tear, wishing things could be better at home. The only creature she
felt comfortable with was her pet German shepherd, Apollo. The feel of the magazine
pressing against her side brought back images of men fucking women – of men she
wished could be fucking her.
"Come on inside, Apollo," Janie said a little breathlessly.
She didn't like the way he was rubbing against her legs, the way he had licked the soft
spot behind her knees as a tremor passed through her cunt. There was something too
familiar about that, something a little unnatural in that touch.
Janie walked into the large kitchen, the dog trotting behind her.
"Here you go. Something to tide you over until dinner," she said, opening a can of
dogfood and smiling as the dog pranced and barked excitedly around the room.
She knocked the awful-looking stuff into his yellow bowl, put it down by the
refrigerator, then let the hungry animal gulp down his food while she took the
magazine out from under her arm and walked to the living room.
It was cool in there, something the high ceiling ensured even on a hot day like this.
Shrugging off the shirt and laying it across the coffee table, Janie flopped down on the
long sofa, feeling her ass sink comfortably down into the cushion as she flipped the
magazine open again. They were there – that same man and woman she'd seen earlier
at Patty's. There was a whole series of pictures of them in different positions, each one a
little more daring than the last.
In one of them, the man had one finger stuck up the woman's asshole while his prick
was reaming out her pussy. And she looked like she was having the time of her life! His
finger up her shitter! Janie blushed even in the privacy of her own home. No, I could
never let some guy do that to me, she thought.
And yet, the idea of having some guy wiggling a finger up and down her shitter while
his prick was pistoning her pussy made her smile – a sexy, weak smile.
Janie looked up. No one was around. Her mother was still gone. If she stayed where
she was, she'd hear the Mercedes wheeling up the drive in plenty of time to make a
break for the bathroom with the magazine.
She reached down and unbuckled her sandals, slipping her feet from them and rubbing
her bare soles over the prickly carpeting. Every inch of her body seemed alive as she
tumbled through the magazine and stared blurry-eyed at the naked men and woman
fucking.
"OH!" she gasped, her clit throbbing.
God, I feel so itchy between my legs, she thought. Her thighs were ridged with tensed
muscles as she fanned her toes out against the rug. Her hand was working steadily
against her cunt, rubbing the silky material of her bikini against her hot, quivering cunt
mound. She could feel her pussy growing hot and juicy while she scanned the pages.
"Wow!" she gasped.
Janie closed her eyes. She was feeling that same awful, wonderful sensation she felt
when she awoke from erotic dreams. Rolling her hips slowly, moving her cuntal mound
against her fingers, she thought of guys – all kinds of guys – at school. Even of Mitch
Woolsley and his crazy cousin.
She wished she had someone like Mitch with her then. He wouldn't have any qualms
about what to do, how to calm her down.
Janie moved her slim hips back and forth, bouncing her pert ass on the couch, letting
her fingertips wander past the elastic band of her bikini. Her mother had told her time
and time again that nice girls didn't play with themselves. Janie agreed, sneaking off to
jack off whenever she could. It was the only relief she had. Now she let her fingers
wander over her cunt, sighing when she felt her curly blonde pussy curls tickle the back
of her hand. Her thighs felt like they were on fire. Even the places between her toes
were tingling.
She shut her eyes, dropping the magazine to the floor for a moment. The feel of the
couch under her asscheeks prickled her to a bouncy, humping rhythm. She spread her
legs, opening her eyes and peering down at the magazine. It had fallen open to a page
where some man was fucking a woman. In the ass! In the ass!
"NOOOO!" she cried.
Janie jerked her knees up, her fingers having settled on her clit. While she panted,
licking her dry lips, Apollo stood by the doorway, his head tilted, his eyes glowing as he
watched his mistress finger-fuck herself.


Chapter 2

"Oh wow, wow, fuck!"
Janie was breathless with excitement. Her feet shuffled back and forth rapidly, her kgs
hitting the coffee table. A rush of wild feelings raced through her cunt, making her cry
out things she had never said before.
"Fuck... oh fuck, fuck me," she moaned, her eyes rolling toward the magazine while her
fingers dipped in and out of her juicy cunt-hole.
To get more friction, more movement, Janie reached up and pushed her bikini bottoms
down, sliding them past her knees, her ankles, her toes. She was naked from the waist
down now, working her fingers over the slick, rubbery edges of her pussylips.
It feels so good to be naked, to be free like this, she thought. To be fingering myself in
the cool room while the dog... the dog?
"Oh, Apollo!"
Janie frowned, shaking off some of the sexual fog that had settled over her brain. The
big dog was hunched there, his bushy tail standing straight up behind him, his pointed
ears pricked forward, catching all the sounds she was making.
She blushed furiously. It was almost as if her mother had suddenly appeared in the
doorway. Feeling embarrassed, she covered her cunt mound with one hand, reaching
for her cast-off bikini bottom with the other.
"Go away, Apollo. Go back and eat."
But the animal wouldn't obey. He stood there for a moment, his long pink tongue
hanging from the corner of his mouth. Then he moved forward, his head low, a throaty
growl coming from his maw.
Janie froze, her eyes rounding as she noticed this change in the animal. She had never
seen him like that. It was as if he were stalking her, hunting her. Her fingers closed
around her bikini bottom, then opened. Should I run for it? she wondered. Has he gone
mad or something? She remembered reading stories about pets who turned on and
attacked their masters.
"Apollo?" She wished she could be back at Patty's, talking with her by the poolside,
away from this animal. He was going to kill her. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as she
stared at the approaching animal.
"OH!" she gasped.
There was a sudden hot wash of a tongue between her spread fingers. Some of Apollo's
tongue had touched her pussylips. He had bolted forward, butted her knees apart and
touched her cunt with his tongue. That sensation made her jerk so hard fr om surprise
that she fell on her side on the sofa. The dog scampered onto the couch in a flash,
crawling over her.
"No, oh what's... what's gotten into ughhh... into you, Apollo?"
The dog's strong legs were bumping against the insides of her thighs, forcing them
wide apart. Her head sank into the pillow while her knees were splayed widely apart.
"No, no, NO!" Janie screamed.
She crawfished back, trying to hook a leg over the edge of the sofa and climb off. But
each time she tried, Apollo jerked his head to one side and snapped at her feet. She
couldn't move, couldn't try to get away without risking being bitten. And what was
worse to her than the fear or the pain was the fact that with each sloppy lick the animal
was bringing back the exciting heat she 'd felt earlier. He was moving his tongue
around so well. It felt hot and silkysmooth against her cuntlips.
"Nooooo..." she moaned.
She knew it was terribly wrong for her to be doing this. She hadn't even fucked a man.
And there she was, opening herself to a dog!
Janie somehow managed to shove the animal back without getting her hands bitten.
Crawling off the sofa, she bumped her forehead against the coffee table, knocking
several magazines off. She was breathing through flared nostrils, her clit burning from
excitement of having looked at those dirty photos, of having fingered her cunt, of
having had the dog touch her pussy that way!
"No, away... get away," she panted.
Apollo didn't listen. He lowered his head again, growling softly, following her, licking
the backs of her feet with his rough tongue.
Her hands slipped on the magazines. She was just like the beast-crawling on her hands
and knees through the room, whimpering through her nose.
"What's gotten into you, Apollo? Oh dear God! What's wrong with you?" Janie whined.
Why didn't I take the time to retrieve my bikini bottom? She panicked. It was back
there by the couch, out of reach. She had nothing to pull over her crotch.
Apollo jumped. She felt his strong forelegs on her back. The furry, warm underside of
his body was pumping against her ass. Then, something hot and slick was gouging at
her cunt. She didn't have to be told what that something was. She had seen animals
fucking in the streets before. She knew how slick and bony a dog's prick was.
Apollo was aroused, actually hot and hard after her cunt. Her heart stopped and her
chest tightened as the horror of the situation crashed in on her. Gasping, her eyes
bulging, she slapped back frantically, getting to her feet.
"No, no, get away!"
This can't be happening! she thought. No, no, it's impossible. It's a horrible dream! In a
moment, I'll wake up in bed, my cunt throbbing and hot, ready to climax.
She could feel the German shepherd's breath at her heels. He was growling and
snapping at her, trying to bring her down, trying to get at her cunt as if she were one of
the bitches he fucked in the gutter! That thought brought a frantic whimper to Janie's
throat.
Should I call for the neighbors? she wondered. But she realized they'd fmd her halfnaked, 
find that magazine opened, find her bikini bottom laying there, soaked with hei
pussy juices. She could just picture theii smirks, their leering eyes when they rushed in
and found her with the dog. And her mother... that thought made her cover her eyes
witli horror. She'd have to handle this one herself.
"Get... AWAY!"
Janie felt him licking her naked thigh. She was frantic. He was a very big dog. And now
he was bumping his snout between her legs again. She rushed toward the bar, hooking
her arms around the counter, panting for air. The dog was swarming excitedly around
her legs. She searched around for something to throw, something to defend herself
with.
"NO!"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of what was happening. The dog was trying
to touch her cunt again! She tried kicking at him. But he ducked, barking at her flailing
leg, then moving in for the kill.
"UUGHHHH!" Janie gasped.
He slipped his muzzle up the inside of one thigh and shoved it deep into her cunt. The
sudden penetration of her pussy brought a fiery shiver that spread fast over her skin.
He was fucking her with his muzzle! The thought made her nearly faint from the
horror of the situation.
"No, oh God, no, please, this... this can't be happening to me... no, make it.
ughhhhhhhooo... make it go away," she sobbed.
Her fingers clutched frantically at the bar top, her knees banging against the front while
the dog kept eating at her cunt. Weakly, she tried to climb higher, tried to haul herself
to the top. One of her legs knocked over a barstool. It was no use. Something had
sapped her strength and will.
"Oh no, NO!" Janie let out a cry of despair as she felt her fingers slipping over the top
of the bar. With another sharp cry, she slipped, falling heavily to the floor. She choked,
trying to get air back in her lungs. The room was spinning around as she fought to get
back to her feet.
"I can't be lying here like this, lying on my back, she thought. My cunt's naked, ready
to be... to be fucked by that crazed animal!
But there was little she could do now. Apollo was making funny noises as he forced her
cuntlips open and ate away at the pussy juices flowing from her fuckhole. It was so
crazy, so wonderfully crazy! Wonderfully? How had that word slipped in! She
wondered.
Yes, it's wonderful, she realized. In spite of her horror at what was happening, in spite
of the feeling that she was doing something so degrading, most people would have
turned away in horror, she couldn't help but feel this cunt-lapping was wonderful.
"Uhghhh... oh God, God!"
All that Janie knew was that her dog was between her spread legs, licking her pussy
until she was feeling showers of fabulous sparks raining into her cunt.
Reaching up with one hand, she touched the dog's ears. His long muzzle and opened
mouth were moving back and forth over her cunt. His touch brought another
shuddering groan from her throat. She was finally getting her breath back. But her back
hurt from the fall. And she felt so weak!
"Oh God, God..." she moaned.
The dog didn't show any sign that he was going to obey her. He was doing what he
wanted regardless of her weak commands, her half-hearted attempts at running away.
"No!" Janie cried again, trying to close her thighs.
She felt his claws moving against her flesh, scratching her skin. Then he was growling
again, opening his mouth and closing his jaws down on her flesh. She felt his fangs
going deeper and deeper as he rolled up his brown eyes and watched her reaction. The
show of his intelligence made her feel dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he
wanted. It wasn't just an accident any more, no simple coincidence. The dog knew what
he wanted to do and was using his weapons to make her give in.
When the pain became too sharp, Janie cried out, opening her cunt to him again. He
let out a small yip and wiggled his nose deep into her pussy cleft. She could feel his
maw touching her cherry, pushing the bunched flesh in! She wasn't about to lose her
cherry to a... dog! That was too much, too much for fate to ask of her.
"Get... AWAY!"
But Apollo's sloppy, licking tongue was so good, so wonderfully hot and wet, she
couldn't kick him away. She just couldn't. She let her head drop back, feeling her long
blonde hair sweep over her shoulder blades. It was so good when the dog lapped his
tongue over her clit, driving around and around the squiggle of her dainty pussy nub.
She lay on the carpeting, her arms stretched out, her fingers clawing at the piling as the
dog continued to feed on her pussy.
The sudden fear that her mother might come home knifed through her consciousness.
It seemed a twisted, out-of-focus thing... like everything else that had been happening to
her lately. Thoughts, half-dreams wafted to her in varied and confused images. Over it
all, cutting through her senses, was the big dog between her thighs.
Janie raised her knes slightly, feeling almost like a dog herself. She couldn't speak any
more. The only thing she could do was moan... moan and pray God her mother didn't
drive in. She didn't know if she had th strength to crawl away from Apollo and rush
into the bathroom.
Janie realized she was clawing at the carpet. The dog was becoming more wild with
each passing second. Without any warning, he started licking her belly, moving up to
her tits, slicking his tongue over the small silken patches covering her nip ples until he
had soaked them thoroughly. It was almost as if she had nothing covering her nipples
at all.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned.
What's making me stay on my back and let him do this to me? she wondered.
Why can't I bring myself to jump up and run away from this sex-crazed animal? Why
can't I kick him off me and race for the safety of my bedroom? She opened her eyes as
the big animal lapped hungrily at her tits, his sloppy tongue touching her hard pink
nipples until they were fully up out of their surrounding areolas. She felt herself edging
up toward that wonderful area of climax, that sensation she'd felt whenever she'd slid
her fingers back and forth over her clit!
"Ohhhh..." she moaned with mounting lust.
Gradually, Janie became aware that her hips were moving. She could feel the scratchy
sensation of the carpeting between her asscheeks, feel it tickling her asshole. The dog
was at her feet now, licking her toes and ankles. It was the aroma of her cunt that made
him like that. That was the only thing she could figure out. She had been looking at
that damned magazine, had been touching her pussy, thinking how wonderful it would
be to have some guy fucking her, and then the dog came in, smelling her aroused
pussy!
Apollo was licking her knees, moving up to her thighs once more, and finally, at last,
eating out her naked cunt. She pressed herself up to him, letting her legs sag apart until
she felt the muscles in her ass cramp with the resulting tension .
"Oh hurry, hurry!"
Will mother pop in any second? she wondered. The pounding in her ears was so loud,
she wouldn't have been able to hear the Mercedes pull up. Oh God, God, I have to cum
soon, have to get rid of the animal and clean up before
"OHHHHHWawwwhhhh!" she screamed. Janie was giving him all of her cunt,
surrendering every little hollow, every fold, every square inch of her pussy. Jerking her
head back, bouncing her ass frantically against the carpeting, she felt herself cumming.
The sharp edge of her joy cut through her. She spasmed, convulsing inward around her
tender cunt. She rolled from side to side in a fever that hurt as much as felt good. The
big German shepherd pulled his head out of her pussy, watching the girl rolling around
on the floor, then moved back in, refusing to be deprived of her pussy.
"No, oh GOD, NO, NO, NO!" Jarne cried as she curled into fetal position, feeling her
pet wedging his head between her thighs. Crying out again, unable to control herself,
she found herself holding onto the dog's broad back, scratching him hard. She dug her
fingernails into his thick coat, calling out to him with incoherent cries as he kept licking
her pussy.
"Yes, oh God yes! Fuck me, Apollo! Fuck... ughhhh... ohhh, lick my cunt!"
Apollo bobbed his narrow ass from side to side. His paws were set wide apart on the
floor as he tried to keep her cuntlips open.
Janie couldn't believe the length, the power of her orgasm. The spasms kept going on
and on as the dog's tongue slopped in and out of her cunt. She bucked backward,
rolling and squirming on the carpet as the spasms tortured her with a pleasure almost
too intense to stand.
Brilliant lights seemed to explode all over as the dog started making funny noises.
Fighting once more up through the red fog of sexual pleasure, Janie realized hot flecks
of something were striking her thighs and making stringy lines up one side of her body.
Then she saw that the dog was rubbing the furry sheath of his cock against her knee.
He was humping forward with fast movements. Each time he did that, his bony prick
sprayed out doggie cum.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed.
Staggering to her feet, Janie banged past the bar, tripping over one of the stools. Her
arms were stretched out in front of her for balance, her eyes big and rounded as she
rushed through the living room for the stairway. Apollo was curled up by the bar,
licking his cock and balls, growling and whimpering with delight.
Somehow, Janie made it up the stairs to the bathroom, leaning against the sink, trying
not to listen to the whimpering downstairs.
"God in heaven," she gasped, one hand to her chest. It was still too far out to
comprehend. If her mother ever found out... she drew her hands to her face. No one
must ever know about this, she knew. Not even Patty, my best friend.
Grabbing a washcloth, she dabbed off the stringy dog cum from her thighs and legs,
wadding up the cloth and throwing it down the laundry chute. Standing in the
doorway, she listened for sounds of the animal. He was quiet.
Swallowing hard, Janie moved quickly back down the hall and down the stairs, eyeing
the dog, now curled peacefully around one of the barstools. She heard him sigh and
ignored the sound, picking up the scattered magazines and placing them back on the
coffee table. The dirty magazine Patty had given her was scooped up along with her
bikini bottom.
"Bad dog," Janie said as she turned around, holding the magazine to her tits.
He was just a horny dog. That might account for his attack, she reasoned. But what
about my reception of it? Perhaps if I think about it in my room for a while, then
things will clear up. I'm tired, I want to sleep a bit.
"God!" she whispered, making her way upstairs and falling across her bed.
This was one afternoon the girl would never forget. And all because of that damned
magazine!


Chapter 3

For three days after that incident, Janie couldn't look at her mother. She told her that
she'd been feeling poorly, something about the flu. But Joyce wasn't fooled. Something
had happened – perhaps a boyfriend she didn't know about had thrown her daughter
over. It was probably something like that. Kids today were always doing something
their parents didn't know about.
Now Joyce stood in the kitchen stacking the breakfast dishes. Janie had avoided her
eyes that morning, steering what little conversation there was away from anything
except the most superficial small talk. Joyce thought once or twice about sneaking into
her daughter's room to look for a diary, something that might give her a clue to why
the girl was so stand-offish. She knew it was wrong. She respected her daughter's
privacy. But the situation at home was becoming more and more intolerable.
Added to this situation was the fact that her nephew Paul was coming to stay for a
week – a fact that didn't please Joyce all that much. Her sister Evelyn had already made
the decision, something she had done all her life.
"Paul is starting USC this fall, and wouldn't it be nice if he stayed with you for a few
days before the quarter begins, just to get used to Los Angeles?" she had asked. "After
all, you have that big house and that spare room over the old garage. There would be
plenty of room."
Joyce sighed. She could just hear her sister from Fresno calling in a few days,
wondering if Paul could live there for awhile, just a few months until she could raise
enough money for the dorm fees. As if she didn't have enough problems alrea dy. And
problems there were in the large Victorian house on San Marino Street.
Joyce Granger hadn't fucked a man in nearly five years. It had been that long since her
husband had been killed. Brad had been good, too good to her. The attractive blonde
felt no man could step into his shoes, and so she vowed not fuck any other man and
devote all her time to raising her daughter.
But the price of that vow had been high. It was true that with Janie around asking
embarrassing questions about sex and all that it was just too complicated, too
embarrassing, too awkward! And what would I have, even if I could bring myself t o
date? she wondered. Would I be going out with some junior exec on the make, or some
sad widower coming to look for a little comfort in my arms? There are lots of married
men around too, looking for a little strange pussy.
Joyce walked to the stove and checked for any dirty casserole dishes she might have
forgotten from the night before. No, it was just too much of a chance to put herself
upon the fuck market again. Better to forget about fucking, about the wonderful times
she had had in bed when Brad's cock had driven her up the wall in ecstasy!
But she couldn't forget about those times, about those moments when she thought the
world was coming apart at the seams. When Brad held her down with his hands and
legs, sawing his prick in and out of her cunthole, she thought she could die at that
point and never regret it. With all that behind me, why take a chance on getting some
man who would be more than a simple disappointment? she thought.
But still there was that continual itch that became an ache every now and then. When
the throbbing in her pussy became too intense, she would sneak upstairs, close the door
and lay down, letting her fingers stray over her cunt mound. Eyes clo sed, dress hiked
up to her waist, she would finger-fuck herself off, dreaming about her husband,
thinking about how nice a good hard cock would feel right then! Of course she never
admitted her feelings to her daughter. Janie couldn't know she was that horny, was
busy finger-fucking herself in the middle of the afternoon, unable to control her own
cunt!
And now was one of those times, one of the moments when her cunt was burning so!
Her breathing was shallow, her fingers icy, her legs trembling with lust. At times, she
thought she should go to a psychiatrist for help. Would he tell me to go out? she
wondered. Would he go out with me himself, even possibly fuck me in the office for my
own good? She'd heard stories about psychiatrists fucking their patients in the office.
But that was ridiculous daydreaming! There would be no fucking sprees, no horny
psychiatrists. There would only be the empty days, one stretching endlessly on after the
(other. She had to patch things up somehow with her daughter. She couldn't let her life
collapse into the gray heap it was quickly becoming.
The front door slammed. Joyce heard the squeak of tennis shoes in the hall and then
Janie bounced into the kitchen. Her face was flushed and damp with sweat. She laid her
tennis racket on a chair. She had just come in from an early morning ga me with Patty.
That damned Patty again. Joyce frowned. That girl is too forward, too fast for Janie. She
bit her lip, deciding not to bring that up again.
"How'd the game go today?"
"Okay, I guess. I need some help with my backswing," Janie said, gulping down a glass
of water, then turning around and refilling it.
"Maybe some of the teachers at the courts could help," Joyce suggested, brushing back
her hair. She wanted to stretch out her hand, touch her daughter lovingly. But she
knew the girl would shrink back. The gap had widened badly between them.
"Janie, you know, you haven't been on a date lately. But when you do go out on a
date... I mean, what do you do?"
Is there something going on? she wondered. Is that the reason Janie is avoiding my
glances, my questions? Again, she thought about rummaging through the bedroom
upstairs as she saw the girl hesitate for a second.
"What do you mean?" Janie was staring at her, holding the glass lightly against her full
lips.
It was a challenge – one Joyce didn't feel like rising to meet. There would be no
arguments today.
"I don't want to pry. I'm just a little worried about you. You're growing into an
attractive woman. And men... weil, they sometimes will take advantage of girls as pretty
as you."
It's all coming out so hopelessly stilted! she thought in frustration. Where have I gone
wrong? Where have I lost touch with Janie? She tried to remember and couldn't find
the time or occasion where the two had lost touch.
"Do you want to know if I've fucked a guy or something?" Janie asked, her eyebrows
arched.
Joyce felt the blood rush to her face. She swallowed hard. She wanted to much to be
friends with her only daughter. She wanted to tell the girl about her hopes, her fears.
There' was so much she wanted to say but couldn't as she stood there leaning against
the sink feeling her cheeks burn a bright red.
"Well?" Janie asked, affecting a bored expression as she finished her second glass of
water.
"No. That's not it."
But that wasn't true either. What Janie did was of concern to her. It was no use. There
was a wall between them. She loved the girl, but she was jealous of her too – jealous of
her freedom, of the possible secret life her daughter was leading without her.
Apollo scratched suddenly on the back of the kitchen door. Janie cringed, her elbow
knocking over the water glass.
"I'd better let him in. He'll bring the neighbors down on my head if he keeps barking,"
Joyce said, moving to the door. '"Is something wrong, honey?" Janie's eyes were big and
round.
"No! Nothing's wrong. " She wiped up the spill with a dishtowel.
Joyce opened the door. When Apollo trotted in, he started swirling around the girl's
ankles, putting his nose between her legs. Bending down, Janie smacked him smartly on
the nose.
"Go away. Eat or something," she whispered hotly, raising her hand threateningly
again.
Apollo shrank away from her this time, his bushy tail tucked between his hindquarters.
Whining through his nose, he slinked away, peering once over his shoulder, then
trotting into the living room.
"Oh, your cousin, Paul, is coming over for a few days. I thought we'd put him up over
the garage," Joyce said as she finished stacking the dishes.
"That's okay. He's kind of creepy anyway. Always had his head in the books," Janie
said, recovering from her brush with the animal. Thank God the conversation has
turned away from fucking! Janie thought with relief.
"Well, we haven't seen him in several years. Maybe he's changed," Joyce mused,
watching as Janie pulled back her hair into a tight bun.
"When's he coming?" the girl asked, pulling down the white short tennis skirt that
barely covered her perky rounded ass cheeks.
"Sometime this evening. I think he's taking the bus. In any case, I don't have to pick
him up anywhere. Thank God I've been cleaning that room over the garage. It's just
about ready for him."
Cleaning. That was about the only positive thing my mother does around here, Janie
thought. Usually, she's moping around the rooms, wondering about what her only
daughter is doing.
At times, Janie wished she could tell her mother to go out, find a job, date, do
something other than stay around the house. But that wasn't her place. Instead, she
drifted away from the woman, walling up her emotions while her mother wrung her
fingers in frustration.
"I'm gonna take a shower, then go back over to Patty's. It's gonna be hot, and there's
that pool," Janie said, trotting out of the kitchen.
Joyce sighed, curling her fingers into fists and beating down against the sink counter.
Another day alone, abandoned! She heard Janie shouting at the dog to keep down, then
heard her run upstairs.
Yes, something is up, Joyce decided. When Janie goes out, I'll sneak upstairs and
rummage through her things. It's awful, low. But I have to know.
It was two hours later, however, before Joyce finally mustered enough courage to go
upstairs and search through Janie's things. She felt so like a criminal, opening drawers,
reading papers. Most of the things were from school – silly notes that reminded her of
the innocent things she used to write when she was in high school.
"Nothing," she sighed.
Joyce was almost disappointed. There was no outside reason for her daughter's distant
behavior, the hostile looks she had been giving her lately. The fault lay within. That was
the heaviest burden to bear.
About to give up, Joyce noticed something sticking out from under the bedspread. At
first, she thought it was probably just a copy of some teen magazine and was about to
leave it alone. Then, curiosity got the better of her. Bending down, she pulled out the
dirty magazine from under the bed and leafed through it.
"Ohh... my... GOD!" The pictures left her breathless! There was nothing mildly
suggestive about this at all. It was hardcore smut! And it was under her daughter's bed!
"God!" Joyce gasped again, feeling her knees giving way under her.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, the magazine opened on her lap. When she'd
recovered somewhat, she started leafing again through the journal. It was filthy, the
filthiest thing in the world she'd ever seen! Men and women doing all those horrible
things!
Is Janie fucking like that too? Is Janie fucking everybody at school? Images of her
daughter turning into the town slut burned through her mind. She had been talking to
everyone about how moral her daughter was, what a good girl she was. And t here was
Janie, laughing at her behind her back, spreading her legs and God only knew what else
for every Tom, Dick and Harry.
And yet she knew she might be jumping to conclusions. Perhaps her daughter had
somehow come across this magazine and brought it home to look through, at worst to
jack off with.
There was plenty of excitement that could come from a simple glance through the
pages. Those men and women – how well-built they were, and what things they did!
Joyce was staring at one couple who was wrapped up in one another. The man's
eightinch cock was halfway out, his balls tight. The woman's face a mask of
concentrated pain and pleasure. She had felt the same way when Brad had fucked her
with his fat prick. There had been times when he asked her if she was in pain. But it
was a wonderful pain – one she wished could go on and on.
Joyce turned the page. Another couple was sixty-nining, cum-stains streaking the girl's
flushed cheeks. The electric charge in her cunt was getting worse. She found herself
sliding back on the bed, her legs wrinkling the coverlet while she h ooked up her skirt.
No one was home. Janie wouldn't be back from Patty's for hours, and no one was
expected.
Her left hand held the magazine while her right rolled her cotton dress up until it roped
around her waist. Reaching down again, she moved her fingers lightly over the damp
nylon crotch panel of her nylons. That light touch feathering across the material,
pushing it against her fluttering cuntlips made her suck in a ragged breath. Her knees
jerked up slightly, then flopped back down.
Turning another page, Joyce saw two men fucking a woman, one fucking his prick into
her ass, the second drilling her cunt. From the expression on the woman's face, she was
enjoying the hell out of it. The magazine trembled in Joyce's hand, then fell down on
her thighs.
"Ohhhhh..." she gasped.
Her chest tightened. She could hardly breathe. She moved her legs back and forth in an
undulating motion, loving the silky sensation of her flesh rubbing across the silken
coverlet. The crotch panel was getting wet now, soaked with her pussy juices. Beads of
perspiration dotted her forehead, made her clothes cling uncomfortably to her
dampened flesh. Back and forth her fingers worked, pushing the silken material up into
her pussy. The resulting sensation was shockingly good!
What would Janie say if she were to walk in and find me finger-fucking myself off as I
look at that magazine! Joyce smiled, her smile fading into an expression of sheer ecstasy
as a particularly powerful spasm shot through her cunt.
"HHAHHH!"
She giggled a little hysterically as she felt the awesome power in her cunt. Her clit
tightened and throbbed, the spasms surging through her belly. Her tits were so itchy, so
swollen, so much in need of being touched, fingered, sucked! Again, she remembered
how good her husband had been about sucking her nipples, lapping at them with his
tongue until she was going out of her mind with delight!
Breathing hard, her eyes becoming glazed while her pulse raced, she thought of those
men in the picture fucking that woman, and she closed her eyes, thinking about how
wonderful it would be to have two men sandwiching her, their chests pressing up
against her body while their cocks drilled into her fuckholes, driving her higher and
higher toward orgasm.
Though she had never asked her husband, she had always wanted to fuck with another
man – a three-way! Some of her so-called moral friends had done it and confided in
her. Pretending to be shocked, she had nevertheless fantasized about it, wonder ing
what it would be like to go to fuck another man. Had Brad survived, she might have
had the courage to one day ask him if he had a friend who might join them in a good
fucksession.
"Ohhhh..." she sighed.
Joyce's fingertips were wet with cuntjuice. She was hotter now than she'd been in a long
time! She traced her fingers up and down her thighs, feeling her pussy juice trickle out
of her cunt hole more and more. It was when she was about to turn the page that Joyce
became aware of someone standing in the doorway. At first, she thought it was her
daughter and froze, feeling her heart skip a beat. Focusing her eyes a little more and
shaking her head, she saw it was Apollo!
"Go away, Apollo. Bad dog, go away!" Joyce called out, feeling a little embarrassed at
having finger-fucked herself in front of the animal.
Joyce started to go back to the magazine, then realized the animal hadn't moved.
"I said... OHHHHHHH!"
He was bounding forward, his forepaws hitting the mattress, his body hurtling toward
her like a furry missile. She threw down the magazihe, scooting back, instinctively
covering her pussy with both hands.
"BACK!"
When the animal barked angrily at her, shoving his cold snout against her fingers, she
knew what he was after. More experienced than her daughter, she was shocked beyond
words, her head striking the headboard hard while one leg jerked out, hitting the
nightstand.
"No, no, this can't be happening!" she gasped, rolling her ass 'away from the
approaching animal.
She had to get away before Apollo tried something more daring, something she'd never
forgive herself for.
Yes, this is what I get, what I deserve for having broken into my daughter's private
possessions! She knew.


Chapter 4

"Back!" Joyce commanded.
The German shepherd had her cornered, his forepaws braced widely apart on the bed.
She had looked around frantically for something to throw. But her sudden movements
had overturned the lamp and alarm clock, leaving her with no defense except her
hands.
And then she felt his nose push hotly against her panties. That sensation – the feel of
the warm moist material being worked up into her fuzzy pussy crack drove her wild
"Ohhhh... Apollo!" It was as if she were moving in a dream! "Get away from me! Awful
dog!"
What the hell is he doing? she wondered. Backing up until her spine was pressed hard
against the headboard, she found herself kicking at the awful beast, the soles
of her feet hitting his flat chest.
"NO!' he screamed.
He was snapping at her, actually gnashing his white fangs at her toes. She curled her
legs back, feeling her heart beating so fast, she thought it would tear through her
ribcage. And what was worse, she could smell her cunt. The animal had actually excited
her even more than the magazine had. Or perhaps it was a combination of the two –
some subtle mixture that had triggered a more powerful flow of sexuality. She didn't
know.
"Bad dog... get AWAY!"
But Apollo wasn't about to be put off that easily. He had seen Janie's protestations melt
away into nothing. There was no reason why Joyce's wouldn't follow suit. Snapping at
her feet and hands, he pressed on.
"NO!"
Joyce felt the dampened nylon being stretched away from her body, felt the surface of
Apollo's tongue graze one of her exposed cuntlips. It was as if someone had touched
her pussy with a live electric wire! Her body jerked to one side, one leg kicking out
again as a powerful spasm rushed through her cunt and drew out even more cunt juice.
"NOOOOO!" The cords stuck out from her throat as she gasped from the tickle of
Apollo's tongue racing over her pussyflesh.
It can't be happening! she panicked. Things like this just don't happen in the real
world! These kinds of things are grist for locker room jokes, stories men tell one
another to degrade women. But in reality... no!
Apollo was growling now. She could feel his warm wet teeth brushing over her thighs,
feel his tongue slopping up and down the juice soaked nylon of her crotch panel. Her
knees drew up, then shook. He licked over her clit. Sucking in her bottom lip, she bit
down until she could taste blood.
The dog growling low in his throat, his paws braced on the bed just in front of her.
"Oh, get away, leave me... ughhh... alone!"
But Apollo had no intention of leaving the attractive woman alone. She felt her
asscheeks pull up away from the dog's hungry tongue, felt his warm saliva dribble down
into her asscrack!
This... this can't be happening! No, I won't let it."
Joyce rolled her head to one side, staring up at a photo of her daughter. There was
Janie, smiling, innocent, looking down at her mother lolling around on the bed with a
dog wedged between her knees.
But even the image of her daughter couldn't stop the awful itch between Joyce's legs.
Apollo was pressing in harder. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't knock him
away from her cunt. And the truth was that she didn't want him to leave.
As hard as it was for her to admit it to herself, it was true. She wanted the dog with her,
licking her pussy, touching all the sensitive convulsing folds of her cunt until she came
in his mouth.
"Ohhhhh, Apollo, gooood doggie..."
Saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth as she gave in to the dark forces sweeping
over her. In the distance, she could hear someone moaning, crying out. Was it her? She
couldn't tell. Everything was so mixed up, so confused as the animal's tongue stiffened,
then curled up into her drooling cunt.
"There, Apollo. Oh God, lick me. THERE!"
Joyce pulled her dress up tightly around her belly, her tits heaving up and down, her
nipples poking against the soft material. Apollo was touching her all over. It seemed as
if his tongue were washing her entire body.
"Unnnghhh..." she moaned.
She had raised her head and was watching the dog now through her long lashes. She
could hardly move, could hardly breathe! And still he kept on, lapping at her pussy,
rolling up his eyes and watching her as he licked her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Yes, yes, oh God... I don't care what happens, just... lick!"
Her cunt ached from the tension of frustrated lust she had felt for the past five years.
She was excited by a dog? It was friction – the hot, wet friction from the shepherd's
tongue sloshing over her pussy. She couldn't remain passive while the animal was doing
that – shoving his snout against her cunt.
Apollo growled again, his tail wagging from side to side, brushing over her ankles and
toes. And his wonderful tongue was sliding higher and higher, slicking along the
insides of her thighs. And now, the dog was trying to reach her drenched panties again.
His tongue stretched, brushing the narrow band of nylon pressing against her pussylips.
Joyce groaned, moving down the bed a little, shoving her hips forward until the animal
growled happily. He was moving the long tip of his snout from side to side, pressing
the damp nylon against her heated crotch. She groaned, rolling her bod y from side to
side. The headboard banged against the wall, and the box springs underneath creaked
and groaned with her violent body movements. She felt herself very close to climaxing
in the animal's mouth.
"Oh no!" she groaned.
Cumming in the dog's mouth. It would be a new low. "Don't... oh God, it's so good
you're ughh... you're gonna kill meeee..."
The rush of feelings through her cunt made her gasp with delight. How can I possibly
kick the animal away when he's doing such lovely things to me? she wondered.
She felt tears welling up in her eyes and shook them away. There'd be no crying, no
sobbing. She was going to concentrate on her pussy, think about nothing except the
throbbing hurt that was getting worse and worse in her cunt.
"No, no, UGHHHHHH!" she cried.
The flush of her skin, the burning explosion of all her nerves as the dog pushed his
shoulder farther between her knees made her feel as if she were going out of her mind.
She was going to climax! She twisted her thighs up, sobbing, turning her head and
biting down had on one of her fingers as the hot itchy ache grew to a pinpoint of
hurtful ecstasy. She could hear herself panting, gasping, asking the dog for more
friction and at the same time, begging him to let her go.
"Stop... ughhhh... stop it, Apollo! You just can't do this to me!"
The ceiling could have been crashing down, and Joyce wouldn't have let the dog stop
licking her pussy. She sobbed, rolling to one side on the bed. The sloppy nylon crotch
panel pulled to one side, exposing the swollen lips of her cunt. The animal grunted with
excitement and lunged at the glistening pussy flesh that had been revealed by that
move.
"AHHHHHH!" Joyce shrieked.
It was as if someone had touched her with a hot poker! The dog was going crazy, his
forepaws braced against her ass, his claws scratching her tender flesh while his snout
burrowed into her pussy. Wild sensations passed through her as the short, stubby fur
around his nose rubbed against her pussy walls, and her clit, driving her mad. She
stiffened her body, her arms stretched out, her fingers grabbing onto anything that
would keep her on the bed. She was going to cum. She was going to climax in Apollo's
mouth. With another cry, she jerked her legs up and scissored them around the dog's
neck.
"Cum, cum, cummmmm..."
She was cumming with the dog, letting his furry snout ream out her fuck-hole. In and
out, in and out he fucked, his maw making slick, slippery sounds as it sawed in and out
of her cunt.
Joyce pushed out one leg, fanning out her toes until they cramped. That hot tickle in
her pussy was getting worse. She was building steadily toward one hell of a climax!
Bracing the soles of her feet on the bed, she jerked her crotch up, hitting the dog's face
with it, jerking her hips up and down in hard, fucking motions.
"Fuck... fuck, FUCK!" she screamed.
There seemed to be a blinding blast, then a firestorm that raced up and down her
thighs. She felt herself floating up off the bed, her head rolling from side to side, her
long blonde hair tangling around her throat. She was crying out something, shouting
something, and not caring if the people in the streets below heard her.
Cum! Cum! It was the first big climax in her life since her husband had died. Gasping,
choking on her own spit, she slipped one hand down her belly, her fingers clutching at
the tight mat of her cunt hair. She could feel the dog's tongue licking her fingers,
slopping over and over her convulsing cunt as the mind blasting spasms still kept up.
"No, ughhhh no, oh God, no!"
More thrilling spasms rocked her body. Her fingers reached down to plow in the mushy
heat of her cunt. "Oh oh, it's so good... it's going to kill me, going to... ughhhhhhh... 
to kill... meeeeeeeeeee..."
Joyce jerked her body halfway up, then slammed her head back into the pillow and
thrashed from side to side. Keeping his position, the German shepherd still lapped his
tongue in and out of her furry pussy, whining, whimpering, watching the woman go
crazy under his concentrated cunt-lapping.
And then it was over. The wild fire-storms had ended. There was nothing that could
change what had happened. Raising one arm and covering her face with her hand,
Joyce realized she had stepped into an unknown world – one with hidden
consequences. She had committed a sex act with a dog, her own pet! She had fucked
Apollo!
The thought knifed through her like a rusty dagger. She sat up, still feeling the dull
thudding of her convulsing pussy. A comforting glow settled over her flesh. She wanted
to just lie down and relax, let the wonderful afterglow lull her to sleep. But she couldn't
get used to this awful thing, couldn't let this happen.
If Janie were to find out, it would ruin everything. She couldn't possibly be a decent
mother after that. She was having a hard enough time as it was!
Apollo was still on the bed, his head resting on his forepaws, his brown eyes rolled up,
studying the frantic woman.
"Get out of here, Apollo. Janie's going to be coming home, and she can't find you
here."
The animal stretched and gave what Joyce thought was a sneering leer. Can animals do
that? she wondered. Are they that subtle, that intelligent? She shivered, rubbing her
fingers briskly up and down her forearms. She decided not to think about it. It had
happened only once and wouldn't happen again. She'd make sure the animal wouldn't
corner her like that again.
"Damned dog, damn him!" Joyce muttered, brushing the hair from her eyes as she
swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slid off.
She was still hot – hot and confused. The animal swarmed around her ankles. Kicking
out, she hit him squarely in the right side. The big dog whimpered, trotting out quickly
from the room.
"Damn him," she said under her breath, holding her fingers to her face as she stumbled
from her daughter's bedroom.
While all this had been going on, Janie had been getting a lesson in fucking at Patty's.
"Now what you gotta do," Patty said, "is treat a cock firmly but carefully. Move your
mouth up and down while keeping your fingers around the bottom."
Janie blushed, trying to fight down a nervous giggle. Patty had another book, a sex
manual she'd found in her father's and mother's bedroom while snooping around.
"Come on, let's try it," Patty insisted.
She had gotten two bananas from the kitchen, both girls were sitting by the pool. Both
had the bananas in their hands, giggling at one another.
"Okay," Patty said, lowering her head and mouthing the long yellow fruit cautiously at
first, then becoming more and more involved.
It looked so weird to Janie. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down, then lowered her
face and tried the same thing. She closed her eyes and thought about Mitch Woolsley,
picturing his legs flopping around while she kneeled between them, holding his prick
with one hand while giving him a blow-job with the other.
"This is something guys like?" Janie asked, pulling her lips off the fruit for a second.
"Yeah, that's what some of the girls say. Gosh, I wish I could get the guts to suck
Warren's cock," Patty sighed, running her fingers dreamily up and down the smooth
sides of the fruit.
"Bet he'd go crazy," Janie replied, wiping the smirk off her face and trying again.
"Better be careful," Patty warned, watching her friend bob up and down on the banana.
"You gotta keep your teeth away from the skin. Guys don't like to have their pricks
chewed up."
Janie backed off, wiping the spit from her lips with the back of one hand. "I've got a
question. It sounds kinda stupid, but I never asked before. What happens?"
Patty gave her a quizzical look, reaching down and peeling the rubbery skin off the
banana and taking a bite.
"What do you mean?"
"What happens..." Janie hesitated, feeling awfully stupid about this. But she had to
know. It was dumb for her not knowing about cocksucking. "What happens when...
you know, when a guy... cums!"
Janie blushed when she saw the surprised expression on her best friend's face. Of
course, she knew what happened when a dog came. Even now, she cringed when she
thought of those hot stringy splashes of doggie jizz against her legs and thighs. But was
it the same with guys? she wanted to know. Her mother had told her a few things, but
not much. And she wasn't sure if she could believe the stories she heard at school.
"I don't really know what happens when a guy... when he shoots off," Janie said.
"Well..."
"I mean, how much jizz comes out?"
Patty leaned forward, staring her friend in both eyes.
"Quarts!"
"Quarts?"
Janie found herself pressing one hand to her chest, her eyes rounding and nearly
starting out of her head. The pool lapped lazily against the flagstone sides.
"I shouldn't do that to you. Not that much. Don't worry about it. Not so much that
you can't take it... or so some of the girls in gym class tell me. You know Judy Granger,
right?" Patty closed the book and slipped it under the chaise lounge. Both girls could
hear Patty's mom bustling around in the living room.
Yeah, sure. So what?"
"She does sucks her boyfriend's cock all the time, and she swallows his cum!"
Janie gulped, her eyes growing wide again. She didn't know if she could do something
like that or not. Swallowing a guy's jizz? It sounded awfully daring.
"Well, I don't know if I could do it," she said, glancing down warily at the spitslicked
banana.
"Hey, I got an idea," Patty cried, sitting up and grinning at her friend. "Warren knows
Mitch and some other guys. Let's have a party tonight. It's Wednesday. Nobody's doing
anything. And then, well, maybe I can get Warren alone, and you can work on Mitch."
"What about your mom and dad?" Janie could see the older woman in the garden now,
still fixing the flowers.
"Dad's out of town again, and mom, well, we'll keep her busy. It should be fun. Come
on, let's call the guys," Patty said, slipping the book out from under the lounge chair
and rushing into the living room before her mother could see.
Janie followed, feeling that this night would change her entire life.


Chapter 5

There had been another argument at home. It had started when Janie commented on
the change of sheets in her bedroom. She always took care of her own room and was
upset that her mother had gone in there, even if it were just to clean up.
Joyce, of course, felt guilty, jumping on the offensive and accusing her daughter of
being sloppy. All the while, in the back of her mind, she thought of that fuck book
she'd seen, wishing she could bring it up and knowing she couldn't. She could hardly
accuse her daughter of anything, even of keeping that awful magazine around, after she
had degraded herself by letting a dog lick her cunt!
And then her daughter was going to go to a party – a party given by that awful Patty!
She didn't care if it was supervised. She didn't care if nuns were going to be stationed in
every room. She wasn't going to let her daughter out alone with that littl e whore who
probably gave Janie that magazine.
And besides, she reasoned, Paul is coming over. He'll be here shortly, and I'll be left to
greet him alone. Surely Janie can give up one night, one little party, to meet her cousin
again.
But Janie was firm. She spoke sharply, then sulked around the house. Guilt about
having sneaked into her daughter's bedroom, about having committed that awful fuck
act with the German shepherd finally got to Joyce. She felt herself giving way, unsure
about her position as an authority figure.
Joyce stared at Janie, wondering what kind of life she was leading. Who are her friends?
What do they talk about? Is she a liberal or conservative? Does she believe in God, fuck
herself raw?
Joyce didn't know and felt sick over that fact. Perhaps if I try to tune into Janie's world,
I might understand better, she thought. Perhaps letting her go for the evening would be
a start.
Sighing, uncertain of herself, the woman finally gave in, letting Janie go only if she
would be home by eleven. That was the curfew she'd established earlier, and that was
the one she was going to stick to.
"Sure, Mom. Oh wow, thanks!"
There was something almost too anxious about her daughter's reaction, something that
made Joyce want to take back her word. But it was given, and she'd have to live with it.
Janie rushed about, bolting down dinner, then running upstairs to dress. When she
came down, she was wearing a modest blue dressmodest in every detail. Joyce knew
Janie had put it on especially for her, a kind of peace offering. Well, maybe things will
turn around for the better, she thought.
Then Joyce heard footsteps, the sound of a car pulling away, and finally, a knock at the
oor. She went to open it while her daughter primped at the hall mirror.
"Hi, Aunt Joyce. It's me, Paul."
Joyce was stunned. In a few years, her nephew had changed radically – from a little
scrawny wimp into quite a man. She smiled, feeling her heart contract while her pulse
picked up a beat or two.
"Janie, come here. It's your cousin Paul," Joyce called out, stepping back to let the
young man in.
He was nineteen, square-shouldered, tall with medium-length black hair and a
matching moustache. Joyce found herself studying him with interest and turned her
eyes away. What on earth am I doing? she wondered. I'm thinking... feeling things I
shoul dn't. What kind of whore am I turning into? For a second just for a second – she
thought of seducing her own nephew.
Shaking her head, she backed away a little farther, making room for the two suitcases
Paul was sliding in. Janie turned around and was studying her handsome cousin quite
closely.
"Hi!"
"Hi!"
They shook hands, grinning at one another the way two teenagers always meet one
another at first – a little shyly but with interest glowing underneath.
"Paul's going to be staying with us for a little while... until he gets settled," Joyce said,
smoothing down her sweaty palms on her dress.
She picked up a slight tremor in her voice, one she prayed neither of the teens heard.
"That's nice. Oh, I gotta be going. A party," Janie said, shrugging in explanation as she
whisked past her older cousin and skipped out the door. She shot him a backward
glance then hurried toward Patty's.
"I think the room over the garage out back would be best for you, be close to us in case
you needed anything, and yet it gives you privacy."
"Thanks, Aunt Joyce. If you could show it to me, I'll get rid of some of these things,"
Paul said, kicking one of the suitcases.
Joyce swallowed hard, eyeing the big German shepherd now lying by the television set.
He seemed unimpressed by Paul's entry. God, how confusing my life is becoming! she
thought. The dog, and now Paul. It seemed there was one temptation after another, and
she was unable to handle it.
At the party, things went far better than either Patty or Janie could have planned.
Patty's mom was busy making sure no one was spiking the punch and keeping
everyone fed and happy. Patty had cornered Warren and was doing things on his legs
with her hands that made Janie blush. And Mitch was hovering around Janie – not
leaning on her yet, but showing more interest in her than he ever had. Of course, his
cousin wasn't around to give him all the things he was used to. Thinking of that, Janie
shivered with delight.
"Nice party," Mitch said, sipping the punch.
They were standing side by side near the stereo. Janie could almost feel his body heat
through her thin cotton dress. Would this be the night she'd lose her cherry? she
wondered.
She had thought about the possibility that Mitch would invite her home or take her
upstairs or something and try to fuck her. She remembered Apollo and wondered if she
could stand fucking him again. She feared that was going to happen if she didn't s tart
fucking with guys. Surely fucking a man was far better than fucking an animal!
"But it could be a lot better."
Janie's heart stopped. She shifted her feet, feeling the backs of her legs brush against the
stereo speakers. Some mindless song was thudding out, but she didn't listen, couldn't
make out the words. She was thinking about what Mitch had just said, ab out what he
had implied.
"What...?"
Mitch reached down and fished out a hip flask. Janie stared at it and then looked
around. Nobody had seen them. They were all involved in their own little cliques.
"I don't know," she murmured. Still, it was Mitch Woolsley offering the booze to her.
"Come on. Patty's not gonna mind. Nobody's upstairs right now. Come on," he said,
taking her by the hand and pulling her gently away from the stereo.
Janie nodded, feeling like another person. Looking at Mitch, she thought about what
she and her best girlfriend had been doing by the pool that day. That banana! Janie
smiled, glad it was dark in the stairwell where Mitch couldn't see her grinning.
Am I going to suck his cock? she wondered. Why not? Why not go all the way with
this stud? God only knows he's handsome, advanced, virile!
"This way," he whispered, still holding onto her hand.
They crept through the darkened living room. From one of the couches, Janie thought
she heard moaning and sounds of heavy breathing that stopped the moment she and
Mitch threaded their way through the room.
"Up here," Mitch rasped.
They climbed up the stairs carefully, step ping lightly through the hall until they
reached the master bedroom.
"I don't know..." Janie hesitated as she heard the door close and lock behind her.
She could hardly make out the sounds of the party below in the recreation room. Shc
doubted Patty's mom would be coming up to her bedroom until all the kids had left.
Still, she felt a little nervous.
"Lighten up," Mitch said, opening th bedroom windows to let in the air.
Janie watched as he unscrewed the top of the whiskey flask and offered it to her.
"Come on, sit down and enjoy," he said, pulling her down on the floor next to him.
The young blonde teen felt trapped in a situation she couldn't do much about. Of
course, she had hoped it would end this waysort of. But then again, Mitch hadn't made
any overt move toward her yet. They were just sitting there cross-legged, drinking
whiskey.
Janie looked at the flask, then put it to her lips and took a swig. Mitch took advantage
of the moment to brush the inside of her thighs. Her dress had hiked up a little and his
touch was electric! It made her cunt snap shut tight on thin air! She was hot, really hot.
And booze was making her hotter!
"Ohhh, it's strong," she cooed.
"Yeah, real good stuff. Come on, take another swallow."
He was pushing her into something she wasn't sure of. Still, the roof wouldn't crash in
or anything. She did as she was told, wondering just how high she was getting. The
booze actually tasted kind of good.
"Ohhhh," she sighed.
Lights seemed to be flashing around the room. Janie could see his smile. It was a
knowing, sensual smile. Is this his way of seducing me? she wondered. Getting me so
high, I won't be able to fend him off?
"I don't think I want any more," she said, her voice sounding funny.
"Okay, then give it to me."
He took a long swig, then laid the flask on the floor.
"Janie, come here. " His voice was different now – deeper, more commanding.
The girl swore she could hear her heart beating in her ears. It took what little will she
had from her, leaving her weak, defenseless. She followed his voice, leaning forward,
feeling the brush of his breath against her thrdat. She thought she was going to faint
from the excitement raging in her mind and body.
"I want to fuck you."
The sentence was so direct, so dirty, it made her stop breathing for a second. If she
hadn't been so high, she might have freaked out. There was nothing to judge anything
by any more. Her mother wasn't there, Patty was downstairs somewhere trying to get
Warren to fuck her.
Did Mitch really say those words or was I just imagining things? she wondered. It was
hard to keep her mind straight now with all that liquor buzzing around her brain.
"I... I think maybe we should get back downstairs," she said half-heartedly.
It was so dark. She looked around the room. She could just make out the shape of the
bed. He was going to lead her to the bed and fuck her. That's what's on his mind, she
knew. Fucking. The same thing was going through her brain as well.
"Hey, come on, you're not very talkative."
She wanted to move, but felt she couldn't. Every muscle in her body seemed paralyzed
for the moment. She frlt as if she were about to spin into some dive. She was in water
way over her head. And yet, Mitch's eyes were so magnetic, even in the dim light. He
made her feel naked. She was so conscious of her fits, her bare legs, her ankles. She felt
like some princess. But that was all in her mind. He wanted to fuck her, tap her cunt,
ream out her pussy. All those phrases passed through her brain as he started feeling up
her thigh.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
Why hasn't he made any advances toward me at school? she wondered, worried. Why
wait until tonight? Questions, questions and more questions!
His fingers pinched and smoothed over her flesh.
"Come on, Janie. I've been watching you at school all this time. I want to fuck you bad,
Janie."
She hesitated, her arms straight in front of her, her fingers now fanned out against
Mitch's hairy chest. Did he open his shirt and take it off? I can't remember anything
anymore! she fretted. Things are going so fast.
She thought events were skipping by her unnoticed. She reached down and felt for her
dress. Well, thank God, at least that's still on! she thought, relieved.
She felt herself coming out of the giddy stage now. The room had lost its glow. She felt
the warmth of Mitch's powerful body. He was hot and aroused, wanting to fuck her,
needing to fuck her. The thought of the gorgeous stud needing her gave her a li ttle
thrill. She shivered,finding that her breath was coming short, shallow pants.
"I kept wanting to say something to you, but didn't know if you were gding steady or
something," Mitch said.
So, the self-assured stud wasn't all that selfassured after all! The myth was popped!
Janie smiled, feeling a little more certain about herself now. She blinked rapidly,
fighting down the desire to throw her arms around him right away.
"Come on. I'm not gonna fuck you on the floor," he said, slipping his hands under her
arms and hauling her to her feet.
"Mitch, I, ughhh..."
Janie didn't have a chance to finish her sentence. He lowered his face, catching her lips
with his. She struggled briefly, feeling like a small, helpless animal caught in the grip of
an eagle. His arms were like steel bands around her sides, his fing ers fanning out along
the edges of her pert asscheeks.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned. No one had ever kissed her like that. No one! He was
wiggling the tip of his tongue against her lips, forcing it into her mouth.
She struggled again, pushing back with both arms. It was useless. He was just too
strong. He was walking her back, back into the dark until she felt her legs striking the
edge of the king-sized bed. For a moment, she leaned forward, trying to prevent the
inevitable. Useless! With another groan, she felt herself toppling back, back onto the
wide, long mattress.
"Oh, Mitch, I don't think we'd better!" she gasped, watching him pull off his shirt and
drape it over a chair. "What if somebody comes up?"
"Nobody's gonna come up here... nobody's gonna be around for awhile," he whispered,
his fingers fumbling around the top snap of his jeans.
Janie felt so spaced! She propped herself up on her elbows, shaking away some of the
hair that had fallen over her face, watching the young stud undress. First one button,
then a second, finally all of them flipped open. There was a cock bulge just t o the right
of his opened fly. His prick! Again the girl's mind flashed back to the poolside where
she and Patty had been fooling around with those dumb bananas.
"I... I never did this before," Janie said haltingly as she watched Mitch start shoving his
pants down.
He hesitated, narrowing his eyes and studying her to see if she were telling the truth.
"Really?"
Janie nodded her head up and down rapidly. She had to tell him. He'd find out one way
or the other. She hoped this wouldn't spoil anything.
Mitch grinned from ear to ear as he finished pushing down his pants. Something very
long and thick bobbed up, nearly striking his belly. Janie's cunt contracted when she
saw it was his fucker. His cock was huge. Patty hadn't told her about guys like Mitch,
guys whose pricks were bigger than six inches. His had to be at least eight, maybe nine
inches long! She knew she couldn't take something that big inside her pussy for the
first time. Maybe women who'd been fucking for awhile could. But not her.
"Oh, Mitch, your cock's so... I don't know, just don't, don't know," Janie said, starting
to slide off the bed.
"Hey, take it easy. Fucking's not gonna hurt. Trust me," he whispered, crawling onto
the bed.
As he climbed toward her, she knew she'd left behind one way of life the moment that
door closed behind her. A new, unknown world was opening to her, one she'd enter in
a few moments!


Chapter 6

"Ohhhhh..." Janie sighed.
She felt her ear grow hot and ticklish. Mitch was on top of her, whispering awful things
to her, things that made her feel so good. Her body was suddenly alive to every touch.
His fingers roamed up and down, gathering up the material of her dress and pulling it
up, up until was tucked around her waist.
"You're real nice and fine... real nice. I wanna touch you all over. I wanna fuck you."
He was on top of her again, his strength far too great for her to combat.
"Mitch, I... ohhhh..."
He sealed off her words once more with his lips, wiggling his tongue back and forth
while pinning her shoulders down to the mattress. He was so heavy, so hot, so big! And
his cock was pressing down against her legs, sliding up and down so sensuously! She
had to gulp in lungfuls of air to keep from fainting. It was so good, so shamelessly good
to have this happening to her. If only Patty could see this!
His hands were moving in, fondling her tits, working over the long row of buttons on
her bodice. He was undressing her! She gasped again, her fingers fluttering around his
wrists. But then she lowered them, staring up at his handsome, sweat-streaked face.
He was everything she'd dreamed about, everything she'd fantasized over. She knew she
should stop trying to fight him. They were both going too far for anyone to draw a line.
Crying out with delight, she moved her legs sensuously back and forth, feeling her
dress ride up even higher under her asscheeks.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Mitch whispered, opening her dress and sliding it off her narrow
shoulders.
Janie lowered her eyes modestly. Then he was back again, kissing her hard, driving his
hot slippery tongue in her mouth while moving one hand down, down to her pussy. As
his tongue lashed down her throat, she could feel him pulling her pussylips apart
through her nylon panties. It was the most wild feeling she'd ever had in the world! He
had his big hand under her ass, working his fingers along the naked flesh at the edge of
her panties. She wanted him to really touch her cunt. She tensed her muscles, rolling
her ass up a little, giving the young stud more room to move around in.
"Unnnghhh..." Janie started moaning low and deep while hot fuck juice seeped from
her pussy.
Her panties were wet with cunt cream. She cried out again, curling her fingers, beating
at the mattress as the throbbing itch in her pussy grew worse and worse.
"Like it, Janie? Dig it? I dig feelin' you up and down, feeling your pussy through your
panties. Man, you're really hot, know that? I haven't seen too many women who wet
their cunts up like that."
His words were making her hotter. He was kissing her again, moving his hips from side
to side. She could feel his eight or nine inches of cockmeat pressing against the slippery
lips of her cunt. She wondered how it would feel to have his prick shoving inside her
pussy, pushing the itchy walls of her cunt apart.
"You're gonna be one hell of a good hot fuck. Real nice," Mitch said, wiggling his
tongue along her neck.
For a second – just for an instant – Janie thought of Apollo. It was silly, she knew.
Stupid really. But she couldn't shake the image of the animal wedged between her
thighs, butting his head between her knees, keeping her open while he lashed his
tongue over her dripping cunt. She had opened her body to the big German shepherd,
thrilled to the touch of his tongue and snout as he tried to burrow deep into her cunt.
It had been nice. But that was just an accident, something that happened. Janie had
managed to push certain circumstances of the even from her mind. She didn't think
about how she'd grabbed hold of the dog's collar, of how she'd scissored her legs
around his furry body and hunched her cunt into his maw while he drill ed his tongue
into her cunt. All those images had been conveniently forgotten.
It was only a flashing thought. In a moment, Janie was back to Mitch,
wriggling under his powerful body, feeling his cock jabbing at the wet crotch panel
protecting her pussy.
"Oh God, GOD!"
Then she felt Mitch's tongue sliding down her throat as if it were going all the way
down. She wanted it to go deeper, wanted it to sink down farther and farther until it
reamed her belly and got to the itch down in her pussy! The sensations in her pussy
were killing her! It was as bad as the time when Apollo touched her cunt with his
magic tongue! Magic tongue! She was thinking of that animal again – thinking of how
he'd lapped at her cunt until she'd popped off in his snout!
"Like it, Janie? Like what I'm doing to you?" Mitch whispered.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she panted, running her fingers over his neck and chest.
"What do you like best? You wanna have your pussy played with?"
"Oh God, yes... yes...."
"Right here?" he asked as his hand reached between her legs and cupped her throbbing
cunt.
He was rubbing the wet, smooth material over her pussy, shoving his thumb into her
furry cunt crack and moving it up until he was touching her clit through the nylon. She
groaned, arching her back while digging her head into the pillow behind her. She
nearly passed out from the sensation!
"Like it, don't you? Like me touching your pussy, rubbing your cunt up and down,
huh?"
"Oh yes, yes!" Janie gasped, not caring how shameless, how much like a slut she was
appearing to be.
It was incredible feeling his fingers working back and forth, greedily pinching her
plump, sensitive cuntlips. She felt the sheets gathering around her asscheeks, felt his
fingers wandering up and down her cunt, his jagged fingernails cutting into her
pussywalls.
She wasn't going to push his hand away. It was so good the way he was milking her
cuntlips, working their slippery edges together. Creamy fuck cream started dripping
from between her pussy labes. As she started moving her thighs in a circular motion,
she heard the sound of a zipper. Her dress. He was opening it fully, sliding it up, up
over her head. Her arms flopped up weakly, then fell to the bed as he slid the garment
off. Then his hands were on her panties once more, his fingers curling around the
elastic waistband.
"Oh!" she gasped.
She jerked her hands down, gripping Mitch's wrists and trying to prevent him from
stripping her.
"Come on, Janie, it's gonna be fun."
"I don't know... I..."
She had bucked down against his weight, pushing her ass deep into the sagging
mattress. Again, she was aware of the dull thudding of rock music from below. The kids
were having a good time, dancing, necking, making plans for later. And there she was,
only a few feet above them, fucking her brains out. Or, at least Mitch was trying to get
her to fuck him. Right now, she had doubts about having her cherry popped.
"Come... ON!"
He was tugging at her panties, working them gradually down over her hipbones. She
still wasn't too cooperative, digging her heels into the mattress and pushing back, her
head shoved into the pillow behind her. All the while, she was begging him to stop
trying to fuck her. She decided she didn't want to become a woman. She wanted to stay
a child, an innocent child.
"OHHHHH!" she howled.
There was a tearing sound – the sound of nylon ripping. She stopped her thrashing
movements, her eyes widening, focusing on Mitch's leering face. She couldn't feel the
sweat-dampened nylon clinging to her flesh any more. He'd ripped her panties off her.
Jerking one hand to her side, she felt wildly with her fingers. Gone! He'd torn them
from her body, and they were gone!
Her cunt was naked, completely exposed to whatever the young stud wanted to do with
it.
"That's it, Janie. That's it. Move your ass! Ughhh... real nice like that."
Janie felt her ass push up to his fingers as he started working them over her cunt once
more. The fear that had surfaced – the bit of morality making its presence feltwas gone.
Now all that was left was that wonderful, hot, tight feeling getting more and more
intense as the seconds ticked by. The mattress groaned, and the bed squeaked with the
fucking movements both were now making.
Janie felt him rubbing her cuntlips together, sliding them up and down, touching her
clit almost continually with his thumb. Patty and the others never told her fucking
could be this exciting, this much fun! She'd heard about foreplay , about how men and
women dragged out the delight of playing before they actually started fucking. Now she
knew how delightful all this playing around could be! And he hadn't even begun to
stick his prick in her cunt yet!
"You're so good, so very good," she whispered, feeling her cunt muscles spasm when
his prick slid up and down her fuzzy fuck slot.
"Yeah? Wait till I stick my cock into your cunt. Then I wanna hear you say it again,"
Mitch whispered, flicking his tongue in one ear canal.
He moved his hands up to her bra, sliding them back until his fingers reached her
buckle. He was fumbling with the snap, swearing under his breath while hunching his
cock back and forth in the groove separating Janie's right leg from her torso.
She lay there quietly, her eyes closed, her breathing becoming irregular, more and more
shallow. The drag of Mitch's balls over her pussy mound felt incredible to her. And all
the while, there was the touch of his long, hot, thick cock slipping back and forth, back
and forth.
He slipped her bra off, tossing it onto her dress by the side of the bed. She pressed her
shoulders against the mattress, feeling him touching her sides, smoothing his fingertips
over the hefty under swell of her tits. Then he was touching her nipples, pinching them
between his thumbs and forefingers while rubbing his palms over her tender tit-flesh.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
"Nice big tits," Mitch whispered through his teeth.
"Tits, nice..." she echoed.
He was squeezing her tits now, working his hands over them while jabbing at her
cunthole with his cock. At times, she could feel his cockhead pressing against her tense
cunt labes, trying to poke her pussy. She realized he wasn't serious about really fucking
her yet. She was more than sure he could have popped his cock into her cunt before if
he'd wanted to. He was having too much fun working her up to a fever pitch, to a point
where she wouldn't complain when he started fucking her.
"Ohhhhhh..." she sighed, ecstatic.
He was on her tits now, his lips cupped around one areola and nipple, his tongue
lapping hungrily at her tense nub of tit-flesh while his fingers kneaded her other tit. 
He was making her so hot, so willing to have anything done to her!
Janie rocked her ass, her legs kicking out and back against the coverlet. It was wild,
mind-blowing. She had never felt anything like this in her life. Again and again,
powerful shocks rushed through her cunt, making her cunt muscles spasm! Fuck juice
frothed out from between her outer cunt labes, trickling through her pussy hair and
finally down into her asscrack. She opened her mouth to cry out, but nothing came –
only a rush of air. She knew she was ready, ready for the fuck of her life.
"Ohhhh, no, no, no..." she moaned.
Mitch guessed from her protests that she was more than ready for a good fuck. But still
he held off, mouthing her other nipple, squeezing her tits while hunching his prick in
and out, up and down over her belly, her thighs, her cunt crack.
Then the young man changed his tactics, sliding down her body, trailing his tongue
along her upper chest, then over her tummy until she was clutching madly at his hair,
gasping out protests at his feathery, hot touch.
"Huuuuuughh! Aaaaah!" she moaned.
Her body dripped sweat. The sound of hot flesh rubbing over hot flesh filled the room
as the young man continued his downward trip. His tongue felt fabulous to her, and
another picture of Apollo flashed through her mind. She could almost feel the dog's
furry sides rubbing against her thighs, his pointed ears brushing over her ankles and
the soft spots behind her knees. She could almost feel his hot, puffing breath as he
wedged his shoulders between her knees and started licking up and down her
cuntcrack!
"NO!" The cry was against her thoughts, not against Mitch.
She knew she shouldn't think of the animal again because she was sure no dog,
however good, could possibly take the place of a man.
Mitch was licking her navel, making tight little circles around the sunken bit of flesh
while holding her hipbones tightly. She tried sliding down, shoving her cunt up at him.
But he held her pinned to the mattress firmly, teasingly drawing his tongue lower until
the tip was brushing along the outer fringes of her pussy bush.
At that point, Janie went mad. She realized he was going to eat her pussy the same way
Apollo had eaten it. She curled her fingers into fists, beating them hard against the
mattress while she shoved her head deeper into the pillow. Flashes of ecstasy shot
through her cunt while her nipples itched and burned like crazy!
"No, no, NO!" she screamed.
Mitch couldn't possibly know why she was turning on so hotly to his touch. He
thought she might have been reluctant to let him put his mouth on her cunt. Lots of
girls were at first. But she was going crazy, trying to hunch her pussy into his mouth,
almost begging him to eat her pussy. A cherry! But he knew she was going to be the
hottest cherry he'd ever fucked.
He was touching her pussy with his mouth, wiggling his tongue against her cuntlips.
She tensed her muscles and the tendons bulging against the white shivering flesh of her
thighs. Sharp, gagging sounds came from her throat as he slipped his tongue around
the rubbery edges of her pussy.
"Oh God!" she rasped.
Again, Janie thought of the dog, of his big furry bulk wedged between her knees. She
had invited him to eat her pussy. She hadn't thought about having him fuck her. She
remembered staring down at the dog's knobby prick. It was red and ugly compared to
the more symmetrical prick swinging between Mitch's legs. She could never imagine
getting down on her hands and knees, her tits swinging against the floor, letting some
animal mount her and slip his knobby prick into her pussy.
And yet, that thought sent a shiver of delight through her. She knew it was wrong,
wrong, wrong to be thinking of something like that. Especially when a guy was going
to fuck her for the very first time in her life!
Mitch reached down again, moving his fingers over her pussy, peeling back her pussy
labes, running his fingernails over her slick cunt membranes until she thought she was
going to piss!
"Ohhhhhh, there – touch me THERE!"
She held onto the big stud tightly, working her ass around in frantic circles, feeling her
chest tighten, her mouth grow dry as cotton. He told her to touch him, to put her
fingers around his cock. It seemed so natural now, though it was some thing that earlier
she would have cringed at.
Reaching down, Janie shoved her hand between their sweaty bellies, feeling his
cockhairs tickling the sensitive flesh just under her nails as she kept pushing forward.
Then she actually touched his prick. His cock was so strange, so warm, so hard! The
throbbing in the big, rope-like veins wrapped around his prick frightened her. Then he
started wiggling his fingers in her cunt, and her fear evaporated. It was so good. She
squeezed his cock tightly, jerking it up and down faster and faster until he groaned for
her to stop.
"Ohhhhh..."
"Good, good pussy, good cunt," he moaned.
She felt his knees moving up, forcing her thighs apart, butting them open while his
hands slid up to pin her shoulders to the mattress. She knew this was it. He was going
to fuck her. She stopped her thrashing, biting down on her lower lip, waiting for the
moment she had been gearing up for.


Chapter 7

"Gonna slip my cock in now, baby. It's gonna hurt for a little bit. But then, man, you're
gonna have one hell of a time!"
"Hurt? Oh no, no, no... no hurt," Janie gasped, drawing her hands up and shoving
them as hard as she could against his shoulders.
It was a futile attempt. He was edging his cock forward, hunching his hips up slightly
to improve the angle for fucking. She felt his warm prickhead pressing harder and
harder against her pussylips.
"Oh please, please..."
Her voice trailed off into a low moan as she felt his knees slide up against her asscrack.
She felt his body tensing, pressing hard against hers. Glancing up heavy-lidded at him,
she saw his mouth screw up, his eyes take on a fixed look of concentration. A lock of
black hair hung rakishly over one eye. She couldn't watch any more. Shivering, she
looked away, closed her eyes, concentrated on that feeling growing hotter and hotter in
her pussy.
"Now..."
The word was so simple, the warning elementary, the meaning mind-blowing! Janie
arched her back, her legs kicking out. She felt him pushing forward with his hairy ass.
His thick cockhead was worming down, down into her tight, wet fuck hole. Her
cuntlips were stickily edging back, growing thin from the stretching pressure created by
his cock.
"OOOOOOHHHH..." she moaned.
She rolled her head from side to side, tangles of her blonde curls splashing across her
throat. Mitch's fat cockhead was finally working inside her pussy. She shivered, feeling
her cuntlips spring apart, then snap shut, trapping his big cock-knob. His long pink
prick was still outside her fuckhole, bent slightly at the middle, waiting to be shoved
into her willing, twisting cunt.
"Fuck, fuck it out baby, fuck it out," Mitch whispered, lowering himself onto her body.
"Fuck, fuck!" Janie cried back mindlessly, twisting against his body.
Mitch was twisting his body around, working his cock about like a giant spoon so she
could feel the full force of his fucking. It worked! She was going out of her mind,
hunching crazily, digging her fingernails hard into his shoulders until he cried out for
her to stop.
"Man, man, you're gonna tear the fuckin' flesh off," he warned.
"Sorry," she mumbled, flushing beet-red.
Is it wrong for a girl to show so much enthusiasm for fucking? she wondered. Janie
knew that long ago, women were expected to just lie there and let their husbands fuck
them without showing any emotion. She had read that somewhere in a book on
Victorian life. Well, thank God I wasn't born then! she thought. Surely I would have
been turned out on the streets. Only whores could show emotion back then... whores
and sluts!
"Unnghhh," she moaned.
Whores and sluts. That's what I would have been, she realized. That's what I am now!
Nothing but a little slut who can't keep her hot pussy under control. First a dog, and
now some guy I hardly know! And mother thinks I'm such a sweet little thing who
hardly thinks about men.
"Ohhhh, your cock's so big!"
She couldn't keep that comment from him. Batting her eyelashes, she peered up at him
again. He was smiling, sweat streaking his flushed face. He knew his prick was bigger
than those of most guys around school. And she could tell from his expression that she
wasn't the first girl who had commented on the size of his cock.
"Yeah, big enough to take care of that hot little pussy of yours."
"Ohhhhhhh..." she moaned, her clit throbbing crazily.
The thought of him fucking her out with his prick, of him driving his huge fucker all
the way into her pussy, both frightened and excited the hell out of her. She felt chills
rush up and down her spine, making her flesh bump up into goosepimples. It was
wonderful for her, feeling such marvelous sensations!
"Fuck, fuck..."
Mitch stopped for a moment, letting Janie get used to the size of his cockhead, of his
cock, which was now starting to push down into her cunt. She writhed her shoulders
against the mattress, dragging her tits across his chest, loving the sensations of her
nipples scratching over his body hair.
Mindless! The whole act was wonderfully mindless! Janie wasn't thinking about her
mother, the dog, or even Patty any more. The only thing in the world that mattered to
her now was her pussy and Mitch's cock.
"Nice fucking, good fucking..." Mitch moaned.
He slipped his hands up again, grabbing Janie's tits. He was rubbing his thumbs over
her hard nipples until she thought they were going to explode! She cried out, sweat
dripping from her body as he pinched her nipples and watched her wince at the pain.
Janie felt the pressure in her cunt become more and more intense as Mitch shoved his
cock deeper. She had never, never had anything in her pussy that large! Neither her
fingers, nor Apollo's tongue had prepared her for fucking a man. And yet, she wanted
all of his cock inside her. She wanted all those hot thick inches of prickmeat shoving
inside her. She wanted to have him rolling down on top of her, squeezing her, pushing
her hard against the mattress, holding her tight under him while he shoved his thick
prick up inside her. She reached up, circling her weak arms around his neck to pull his
chest down harder onto her tits.
"Ohhhhh..." she sighed.
"Baby, yeah, fuck it out."
Mitch was going a little crazy. His hands first rested on her tits and squeezed them,
then moved down to her hips and kneaded her asscheeks. He was panting hard against
her neck, squeezing in more inches of his hot, throbbing cockmeat.
"Take my cock! Take it all!" he rasped.
She felt his sweat dripping down on her body. She loved having a real man on top of
her, fucking her. It was her secret dream, and it was coming true so soon in her life!
"Ohhhhhhh... huhhhrrr!"
As his cockshaft pushed aside her cherry cunt walls, he could feel her muscles
spasming, clamping down on his prick, then relaxing, letting go for a second so he
could shove yet another inch of cockmeat in.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Janie couldn't help what she was saying, how she was begging him for prickmeat. She
wanted the fuck to go on forever. Then, suddenly, her attitude changed. Mitch had hit
something that made her stiffen, shove her hands against his shoulders and try to
wiggle out from under.
"Ugh... no, no, don't... do it."
Her voice was tense, edged with fear. Her cherry! He was pushing his cockhead right
up against her cherry. She felt panic knife through her. She mustn't lose it, not the last
bit of innocence she had! She was pounding her fists once more against his chest,
begging him to take out his cock.
"You crazy?"
"Stop, please stop, Mitch! Oh God, ohhh... hurts, please stop hurting... hurting me,"
she stammered, tears spilling from her eyes.
There was no way the young man was going to stop fucking her now. He looked down
at her, his gaze burning into hers like laser beams.
"Just relax. It's gonna hurt at first. But then you won't feel a thing."
His words didn't inspire confidence. Janie didn't believe him for a second. She kept
writhing under him, jerking her asscheeks back as much as she could, trying to pull her
cunt off his cock.
But it was useless. Mitch had too hard a hold of her. He only laughed at her futile
attempts at escape, his fingers finally tightening around her shoulders.
"NO!" she screamed.
He said nothing, only grunting as he flexed his thigh muscles and shoved his knees
harder against her upthrust asscheeks. She felt the weight against her cherry, felt his
cock pushing down, down until the pain increased.
"OOOOOWWWW!" she screeched.
There was a moment when she thought he was going to draw back. Then it happened
in a mad rush. There was a tearing sensation, followed by a shock of pain and the
feeling of his prick rushing into her cunt. His cock was going down, down into her
pussy until she thought it was going to come out of her ass.
"Okay, okay. " He was breathing into her ear, fingering her nipples while he lay quietly
on top of her.
Janie thought she was going to pass out from the pain. Bright lights seemed to pop in
front of her, frightening her terribly. But in a while, the sharp pain was gone, followed
by a dull, throbbing ache. And all the while, she felt the hardness, the thickness and
length of his cock pressing against the sides of her pussy.
"You okay now?" Mitch asked, tracing the tip of her ear with his tongue.
"Yes, yes... I think so," Janie panted.
The pain was gradually going away. She had no idea for how long they'd lain like that.
But then he was going back to his fucking movements.
"Hurts. Hurts..."
Janie was frightened. Will there be more pain? she wondered. Will I feel nothing but
discomfort while he gets his rocks off?
She'd heard that some guys didn't give a damn about the girl they were fucking. Her
mother had told her that, she thought. Yes, she'd been told that they only cared about
fucking a girl to get their pleasure, then left her half-satisfied. Her mother, she
suspected, had never suffered from that. Then why had she told her all those awful, silly
stories about fucking?
"Huhhhhh..." she gasped.
His prick was going in and out of her cunt like a hot iron rod through a tub of butter.
His cock burned a tight passage through her pussy, working up and down faster and
faster, shoving in and out like a piston. Finally, he had crammed every inch of his cock
into her cunt.
Janie groaned when Mitch rested again. He angled his body up purposely so she could
feel his prick pressing against her clit. Every nerve ending seemed to be standing up on
edge. She spread her legs as widely apart as she could to make the fucking as easy and
exciting as possible.
"God?"
"Ohhhh, sooooooo good," she moaned, fucking back with hard, jerky thrusts.
"Feel it all now? Feel all my cock?"
"Yes, all, feel... all your cock!"
Janie was getting wild. She groaned again as he slid his prick back, back out of her
cunt. It was such a sexy feeling having her pussy walls shrink back together behind his
retreating cock. When he had only his cockhead in her cunt, he squeezed his asscheeks
together once more, slipping his prick back into her fuckhole.
"Ohhhhh..." she moaned.
In and out, in and out, faster and faster he fucked until the bed started rocking and
squeaking in time to his fucking movements.
He was hammering against her cut, keeping his cock in touch with her tiny climax
trigger. Sparks of pleasure showered from her clit, making her cry out for more. More
stimulation! More sensation!
"Gonna make it, Janie. Huhh, can't stop fucking now, baby. Gonna shoot soon.
hhhuuuhhhrhhr!"
The thought that Mitch was that close made Janie explode into pre-orgasmic fury. She
was grunting with the force of his fucking blows. Her pussy was being stretched wide
open by his cock, stretched open until she felt as if she were going to split in two.
"Ohhhhhhh..." She was moaning louder as a flash of explosive fire raced through her
body.
She didn't care at this point who might have heard her. Let the whole damned
neighborhood listen in! She thought. She didn't care. All that mattered was that
someone was fucking her pussy; someone was fucking her like crazy, and she was going
to cum!
"Cum!" she cried, holding tightly onto the big stud reaming her out.
"Gettin' it, Janie? Getting your first one? Get it, baby, cut loose, let it fly, cum with me,"
Mitch whispered. "Shoot it out, baby, shoot!" He worked his hips up and down like
massive piledrivers.
Janie could feel something blowing up inside her cunt. Somewhere deep inside her, it
was happening. Her first big cum with a man was building up, up until she couldn't
breathe any more. Her belly felt as if it were going to burst! Screaming, beating her fists
hard against his shoulders, she felt her body tighten up into pre-orgasmic tenseness.
"Fuck it out!" Mitch moaned.
He was increasing the speed of his fuckthrusts and his hunching until his cock burned
with friction. His balls tightened up against his cockroot while his ass clenched. He
threw back his head, his eyes closed tightly, let out a strangled cry. Then he was
shooting, dumping his load of spunk into her hot, sucking fuckhole.
"Ohhhhh, more, more, more!"
Janie was begging him for more cock, more sensation as she felt his prick throbbing
inside her pussy. Her cunt walls tightened around his cock, milking the full length
while he was started to go crazy on top of her.
Then the blonde teen felt something happening. Her cunt was trembling and clutching
at his shooting cock. She felt hot jets of cum scalding against her pussy walls, filling her
up.
She wiggled her ass invitingly, kicking her heels against his lower back while dragging
her fingernails once more along his spine.
"Cum, cum, cum," he moaned in her ear.
It felt as if the world were exploding all around Janie. Her cunt walls spasmed while her
pussy grabbed at his hunk of greasy, spurting cockmeat.
"Cuuum!" Mitch groaned.
"OHHHHHHHWAWWWWHWHH!" she shrieked.
It was as if someone had poured burning gasoline on her cunt. Again and again, the
spasms shot through her pussy, driving her higher and higher. She couldn't handle it,
couldn't hold back any more. With another loud wail, she lost all control, feeling herself
shooting up to the stars as her pussy spasmed into orgasm.
The girl didn't know how long she squirmed and kicked and bit at Mitch. An eternity,
five minutes, two? She didn't know, didn't care. MI sense of time evaporated under the
strength of her orgasm. All she knew was that when she came back to realilty, the boy
was lying by her side, his cock having slipped from her cunt.
He was stroking her cunt lightly with one hand, keeping his fingertips away from her
jizz-smeared cuntlips. Just that feathery touch of his fingers over her frazzled cunthairs
was more then enough. She shivered, hooking her arms around his neck and drawing
him close.
"Oh, that was good, really good," Janie crooned, nuzzling against Mitch's neck.
"Yeah, real good. Hell, I didn't know you were a cherry. Not until I hit it. Guess there's
a few running around still past elementary school."
Janie thought of Patty. Her girlfriend was a cherry too, at least up until tonight. There
was no guessing what she and Warren were doing now. She had been hot to trot.
"I guess we should be getting back downstairs before Patty's mom notices something,"
Janie said, a note of reluctance in her voice. "And God, am I a mess!"
She sat up and looked at the sticky cum slicked on her thighs, matted up in her cunt
hairs. Mitch was wiping his hands on the sheets.
"Better let Patty know about this so she can change the sheets before her mom comes
up," Mitch said, grinning from ear to ear as he stepped back into his pants and zipped
up.
Janie dressed self-consciously, wondering why she was so embarrassed now in front of
the man who had just fucked her. Her legs were still a little shaky from the fuck, and
she felt awfully tired.
"Guess I owe you for these," Mitch said, holding up her torn panties.
Janie blushed furiously, taking the torn nylon briefs and wadding them up into a ball.
"Don't... don't worry about it," she said, hooking up her bra, then grabbing her dress
and stepping into it while Mitch buttoned his shirt and stared hotly at her.
"Yeah, all right. I'll buy you a new pair, maybe put them on you the next time we make
it," he said.
Janie heard the edge in his voice. He obviously wanted to fuck her again. She wondered
if fucking him too often would give her the reputation of a slut. She didn't know.
Straightening her dress, holding her wadded panties in one hand, she moved toward the
door.
"Next time," Much said, holding up a finger and touching the tip of her nose playfully.
She shivered, wondering how this would all end.


Chapter 8

Joyce was burning up with passion! She lay naked in bed that evening, thinking about
Janie, about the good time the girl was probably having at the party while she lay at
home alone. And in the garage there was that wonderful hunk of a young man – her
own nephew – her flesh and blood. She was lusting for him, wanting to fuck him as
badly as she'd ever wanted to fuck her husband!
"Ohhh..." she moaned.
Joyce grabbed the pillow and curved it around her head, burying her face in it. She was
fighting herself, fighting the burning itch throbbing in her cunt. She knew it was wrong
for her to be thinking about her sister's son in that way! But as tightly as she closed her
eyes, as much as she tried to drive the thoughts from her mind, she couldn't help but
think of Paul. His broad shoulders were so handsome, massive chest so masculine. And
that meaty roll of cockmeat she had seen pressing against the back of his fly. She'd
wondered if he had inherited the same genes her husband had. But that was impossible!
He was her sister's son. It was all confusing to her all of a sudden.
Rolling back onto her ass, Joyce threw the pillow to one side, lying flat on her back and
staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Her body was damp from perspiration. Hair clung to
her cheeks and forehead, and all the while, her cunt throbbed steadily with the beat of
sexual frustration. She knew she couldn't do it. She couldn't go through with it again!
She told herself she wasn't going to slip – wasn't about to go and fetch the dog.
Another powerful spasm shot through her cunt, making her clench her fists, dig her
fingernails into her palms. It was killing her! She realized she had to do something, had
to take care of that pulsing ache, or she wouldn't be able to sleep at all!
A shiver ran up and down her spine. Again, she thought of her nephew; of the big stud
sitting alone in that upstairs room. Is he naked? she wondered. Is he jacking off, maybe
thinking about some chippy girlfriend he had back home, wishing she were here with
him so he could fuck her senseless right over his aunt's head?
The thoughts were coming in on her too fast, too furious. She had to stop it, stop the
train of thought before she went insane.
"Apollo!"
Her whisper was loud, almost a cry for help. Joyce found herself sitting up, slowly
pushing her legs over the side of the bed and sliding her naked ass to the edge.
"Oh, what's happening to me?" she whimpered, covering her face in shame.
It was useless to fight the forces that were loose in her. Now she moved like a zombie,
standing up, brushing her hair over her shoulders and walking shakily to the door.
"Apollo!"
Her voice was cracked, forced.
She stood in the doorway, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the molding, listening
for the familiar sounds of the dog's paws padding up the stairs. She still had enough
time to close the door, seal herself from the animal rushing up the stairs to her. He
could tell from the sound of her voice how much she wanted to fuck him, how much
she needed his cock and tongue.
"Oh God!" she gasped.
There he was, standing in the hall, his body looming large in the dark. His fur bristled
with excitement; his eyes glowed with the wildness both of them felt. She let go of the
door, slowly backing away, conscious of her breathing and his.
"Inside, Apollo. Inside."
It was as if she were moving in a dream. Everything around her seemed alive,
glowing with a life of its own. She kept backing down, her bare feet shuffling over the
carpeting. In front of her, Apollo followed, his head down low, a deep throaty growl
coming from his throat. She knew what that meant!
"God in heaven help me... I can't stop myself from feeling like this... I just can't," she
sobbed, feeling the backs of her legs hitting the edge of the bed.
Apollo was already inside her bedroom, his tongue hanging from one corner of his
mouth. It was getting so hard for her to breathe! She was sucking in raspy breaths, her
hand at the bottom of her throat as she stared at the big dog.
Joyce toppled backward, her ass and spine hitting the mattress with a thud. Apollo
barked twice, then bounded forward, his forepaws hitting the mattress to one side of
her thighs.
"Oh God, GOD!" she moaned.
She felt his breath against her flesh, felt his cold snout nosing around her pussy. Then
she jerked away; slapping down, kicking back at the dog as she wormed her way up the
bed. What is wrong with me? she wondered. "Don't I have a shred of decency left in
me?
"NO!" she cried.
But the animal was ready for her reluctance. He leaped up again, shoving her back
down on the bed. Before she could do anything, she felt his sharp fangs biting down on
her ankles. It was a warning – a threat that he could chew down deeper, harder, if she
struggled against him.
"Apollo... ohhhhh, you crazy, dog, crazy..."
She felt as if she were covered by the animal completely. He seemed to be all over her
at once. His big sloppy tongue licked up her legs, then moved over to her belly,
washing over her navel. She shuddered, pressing her shoulders against the crushed
pillow behind her. Her knees shot up, then flopped back to the bed as the dog slopped
up and down her tits.
Jerking her knees back up, Joyce could feel the wetness of her cunt exposed, could feel
the inner surfaces of her pussy rubbing together as the dog jumped around her, shoving
his snout between her legs. She could feel his long tongue brushing over her cuntal
mound. He was whining, shoving his sharp claws against her asscheeks and whining
through his nostrils. She felt frightened – frightened and terribly excited as the minutes
ticked by.
"Good dog... oh yes, good doggie..." she sighed.
Stretching her arms behind her head, the moaning blonde wrapped her fingers around
the poles of the headboard, rolling her head from side to side while stretching her body
out on the big mattress. Sensuously, she rocked her thighs from side to side, sucking in
ragged breaths as the heat in her cunt became more and more intense. It felt so good to
her to lie like this – completely naked, her tits rolling and slapping wetly together while
the animal lay between her shivering thighs and lapped hungrily at her cunt.
Apollo's wonderful tongue was all over her by now. The dog was going wild. His
tongue slopped over the flesh of her inner thighs, making her skin pucker up into
goosepimples with each wild, wonderful lick. Several times, she jerked her head u p,
watching through heavy-lidded eyes as the animal slopped his tongue over and over her
pussy.
She saw her blonde cunt curls slicked down with dog-spit, as Apollo nuzzled the moist
red pussymeat between her legs. And when he touched her clit, she went wild, falling
back to the bed and arching her spine as pleasure raced into her pussy.
"Ohhhh!" she screamed.
More and more fuck juice seeped from her cunthole, dribbling down into her ass crack,
into her tight little shitter. It was a wonderful, ecstatic friction! And now he was
nuzzling his long gray snout against her pussy, tasting her cunt, smelling it, touching
her so gently that she thought for a second it was her ex-husband come to life!
"Oh no, no, NO!" she moaned.
But it wasn't her husband. It was a German shepherd wedged between her thighs – an
animal who was licking her cunt, driving his sloppy tongue up and down her pussy slit,
shoving his paws against her asscheeks. There are no men here in my bedroom, nor
will there ever be, she feared. Loneliness and dogs – that will be my diet for the rest of
my life – a diet that right now I wouldn't mind having!
Apollo was concentrating on her clit. She loved the way his tongue petted that dainty
little squiggle, forcing it down, then letting it pop back up. He showed an inordinate
interest in her clit.
Joyce giggled half hysterically, covering her mouth with the back of one hand as the
dog kept licking her pussy. I'm a bitch, aren't I? she thought. Lying in bed, tossing and
turning, my legs flailing the mattress while a dog licks my cunt. Isn't that the action of
a bitch?
"Apollo... Apollo..."
The name of a god, the name of her private god! She didn't particularly want to think
of what was happening to her. Of course, she felt the animal between her shivering
white legs, felt his tongue slopping up and down her cunt. She could tell it wasn't a
human being licking her pussy. She could feel the dog's warm, furry body pressing
against the insides of her thighs at times. And his cold snout...
She decided she wasn't going to analyze the situation, wasn't going to have guilt
feelings knifing through her, at least while the dog was lapping her cunt. The hunger of
her body seemed to force all of that out of her for the moment. There was no going
back. She knew she would have to face the fact that she'd invited the animal into her
bedroom, whether she finished fucking him or not. Might as well enjoy the sin, she
thought, reaching out and scratching the animal just behind his pointed ears.
Then her hand reached down her belly, finding his pointed nose, his mouth. She felt at
her squishy, steamy pussy, felt the animal's tongue slopping up and down her cuntlips.
The feeling was wild, one of the strangest sensations she had ever h ad in her life!
Joyce tensed her asscheeks, flexing them and raising them off the mattress for a second.
She balanced her body on her shoulder blades and heels, keeping her ass hanging in
mid-air while the animal kept on feeding on her cunt.
"Oh no, oh my God, NO!" she screamed. Joyce jerked her ass up again after resting it
for a moment on the sheets. She knew it was so wicked, so wildly wicked to be doing
this. To be giving the dog more of her pussy to eat. Peering down at Apollo once more,
she met his gaze and shivered. She saw that he could sense her arousal, that he knew
just how to play with her cunt without pushing her over the edge. This show of
uncanny intelligence took the breath from her.
She lowered her head back down to the pillow, feeling the dog bathing the bottom of
her ass with hot spit. She wanted to drown in it, to bathe in it! She pictured several
dogs surrounding her, all of them fighting for her pussy, licking her arms, her belly, her
face, her tits while she convulsed and spasmed continually.
 "Ohhhhughhhhh..." she moaned.
Joyce tried to fight up through the lust she felt. She knew thoughts like those were
unhealthy. It was one thing to be licked off by a dog, another to have perverted
daydreams about several dogs fucking her. Once again, she tried to shove the growling
animal away. But Apollo snapped at her fingers, pulling away from her cunt only for a
second to give her a warning bark. Then he moved back to her pussy, licking her up to
ecstasy.
"No, no, oh Apollo! No!"
She found herself fanning her fingers out along the German shepherd's neck, holding
him while she jerked her head from side to side. The tickle of his coat of fur against her
inner thighs was almost too much for her to bear! Drool oozed from the corners of her
mouth as the animal's tongue curled into her pussy and touched the sensitive lumps
and hollows of her cunt.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she groaned.
She was making fucking movements now, pulling her knees up until her feet were flat
on the bed. Then, hunching up and down, she jerked her ass up, letting it fall back,
then jerking it up again. She was fucking the dog's tongue, actually fucking it!
Sweat dampened her forehead and cheeks. It ran out from under her arms, coating her
chest, tits and belly. She was making those fucking movements faster and faster now,
the bed squeaking and groaning with the fucking motions of her thighs. She twisted her
hips a little so she could feel the dog's fangs a little better. Then, groaning and
pounding the mattress with one clenched fist, she gave him her clit again.
"Ohhhhh..."
The blonde didn't care about anything any more. She couldn't have cared less if her
daughter were to come in, if her nephew were to hear her cries of delight as the dog
licked her up over the edge. This tongue-fucking was the best thing that had happened
to her in her life. It was driving her mad – mad with wild pleasure!
Joyce was moving her ass around in tight, frantic circles, her hands spread out now to
give her better balance and support. Her hair fanned out on the pillow behind her while
her thighs jerked together each time powerful spasms shot through her cunt. It was
during those times she felt the dog's furry sides, felt his powerful warm body as it
shuddered with excitement.
She knew he wanted to fuck her, to drill his knobby cock into her spit-slicked cunt. But
she wasn't going to let him go that far. She felt she still had a lid on that situation.
Licking was one thing, but a doggie fuck was another matter.
"Huhhhhhrrrr..."
Electric flashes shot through Joyce's pussy. Her muscles tensed, the tendons straining
against her flesh. She was close, very, very close. She could feel her cunt walls spasming,
feel her tiny pussy muscles cramping, trying to grab hold of the German shepherd's
probing nose. The big muscles in her ass and thighs hurt from the prolonged tension.
Soon, she was going to climax. She could feel the heat in her pussy rushing toward a
wild orgasm. The whole thing was so uninhibited, so wild. She couldn't believe this was
happening to her.
Apollo let out a little yip, nuzzling his snout again between her cuntlips. She felt her
pussy tightening, starting to make milking movements against the dog's snout and
tongue. If a man were in her now she'd be milking his cock, she knew. Tightening her
pussy around his cock as he kept on pistoning his prick into her pussy.
The thought of a man fucking her, of the sensations she would probably never feel
again, drove her nearer the edge. Tears oozed from under her eyelids. Never again.
Never would she feel a man's hands roaming over her ass, her tits, pinching her
nipples. Never would she feel his balls slapping against her asscheeks while his prick
hammered at her clit. Never!
"OH!" she groaned.
Man, dog, tongue, cock – what does it really matter? she wondered. She reached down
with both hands and raked Apollo's thick fur with her fingers, pulling him harder
against her. If only I could have that sensation of being stuffed with prick, of having
something long and thick rushing in and out, in and out of my pussy! she thought with
longing. That feeling... ohhh, it has to be one of the best in the world! For all of
Apollo's cunt-licking, a man's fucking prick still can't be beaten!
Joyce's head tossed, her long hair tangling around her throat. Her thighs were on fire
now, flashes of heat growing more and more intense as the white-hot moment of joy
drew closer. She quivered and throbbed. She bucked her body so wildly now, she was
afraid Apollo might jump away. But the animal stayed, his paws braced widely on the
bed, his nose buried in her cunt while his tongue shot in and out, in and out of her
pussy like a tiny wet cock.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned as hot cunt juice flowed onto the bed.
Her fuck-cream covered the dog's nose until the smacking wet sounds were louder than
before. She cried out, her body jerking and thrashing as her orgasm began.
"WAWWWHWHHHH!" she screamed.
She jerked like a speared fish, thrusting her shaking white knuckles into her pussy as
the dog whimpered and licked her fingers.
When she opened her eyes again, Apollo was lying peacefully beside her, breathing
regularly, his paws stretched out with his head resting on them.
She felt nicely warm, relaxed. It wasn't a feeling she was used to. Again, she tried to
deal with what had happened, but again, her mind closed at the thought. She brushed
the hair from her eyes and looked lovingly at the animal.
"I'm going crazy. I'm really going out of my mind," she whispered, tracing her fingers
over the dog's spine. The dog nuzzled closer, pressing his black nose against her belly.
She got up and slipped the dressing gown over her shoulders.
"Out. Apollo, you've got to go for tonight," she said, clapping her hands together by the
doorway. The dog whimpered, then sighed, jumping off the bed and ambling toward
her, his tail wagging slowly from side to side.
"Out," she whispered, closing the door behind him. "Horny, that's all it had to be, just
horny."
She sat down on the bed once more and closed her eyes. In a while, it would be
morning, and another long day would stretch before her.


Chapter 9

Two days passed, and no one said anything about the party. Paul, of course, was busy
with his books, coming out occasionally to help mow the grass or putter around the
backyard. Janie moped about, staying away from Apollo whenever he tried to be
friendly, staring at the phone as if she were waiting for someone to call.
She was waiting, waiting for Mitch. He had promised her a phone call to line up
another meeting. He'd told her she was the best fuck he'd ever had, and he wanted to
fuck her again. She'd come home that night feeling as if no harm in the world could
have touched her. But now, without that call, she felt as if her tiny universe ha d
collapsed.
"Why don't you go over to Patty's?" Joyce asked, finishing with the dinner dishes the
evening of the second day.
She'd noticed her daughter's sudden change in behavior and wondered about it.
"Oh, I don't feel much like it. Think I'll just watch some TV or something," Janie said,
trying to be a little more perky.
She knew her mother would be watching her, wondering why she wasn't running
about. But how could she pretend when she felt her heart was breaking? She'd thought
Mitch was so fine, so good. She'd given him her phone number, even her home
address. She told him he could come over any time, and they'd figure out a way to go
out and fuck. But the phone hadn't rung.
Once, she'd phoned Patty to see if her friend had heard from him. But she hadn't. And
she didn't really care.
Warren had finally come through. It was Patty and him on the couch she'd passed on
her way upstairs to fuck Mitch. She was glad for Patty, glad that she was going out with
Warren and having fun.
"Get... away," Joyce said, kicking Apollo lightly on the chest as he started lapping at the
backs of her legs.
At that point, Paul stepped into the kitchen, his body glistening with sweat.
"Hi, Aunt Joyce. Hi Janie. Just got through running a mile," he said breathlessly,
grabbing a dish towel and wiping his face.
"Good," Joyce said, feeling her heart contract.
She had let the dog tongue-fuck her because of his body, of the way he looked at her
sometimes. Incest! She wondered if she could lower herself as much as to seduce her
sister's son.
Janie, on the other hand, didn't share her mother's overriding scruples. Standing by the
living room doorway, she examined her cousin with new interest. Before, she'd been so
concerned about her date with Mitch that she hadn't really paid much attention to Paul.
She knew he was handsome and had big muscles. But lots of guys around school were
like that and didn't catch her eye. But now, feeling like a cast-off mistress, she was
examining him with a new interest, and she liked what she saw. She traced her fingers
over her lips, feeling a warm glow spreading evenly over her pussy.
"Just came in for water," Paul muttered, catching his cousin's steady stare and returning
it briefly.
Janie pouted, unsure of that look. Is he interested, or is he just being friendly, giving me
a pleasant smile? she wondered.
She thought of Mitch, thought of the way he'd fucked her and how he'd made those
promises about calling her. She burned with anger and lust, the two combining to make
her incredibly horny. And there's Paul, she thought. Good, solid, handsome Paul,
sleeping only a few feet away from her.
"Oh? I'm so tired," Joyce said as Paul left the kitchen after saying good night. "The heat
just seems to take it out of me. I think I'm going to bed early, dear."
Joyce kissed her daughter lightly on the forehead, making sure she'd fed Apollo. Again,
the animal tried sticking his nose between her thighs, tried sliding it under the elastic
legband of her shorts. She pointed a warning finger at him, shaking it and telling him
to be good while she looked nervously over one shoulder to make sure her daughter
hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Slowly, a plan was forming in Janie's mind. She thought of her cousin studying there,
staying in that tiny room all by himself. He needed some company, she figured. Even if
it were only family.
Joyce had closed the upstairs bedroom door. Janie knew that soon she'd be asleep. Her
mother was a sound sleeper. Turning off the downstairs lights, the girl skipped up the
stairs, feeling herself growing breathless with excitement. Mitch was just like all the
guys fucking a girl then forgetting about her, she realized. Her mother had been right
about that part. But she decided she wasn't going to mope around her bedroom half the
night. Paul was going to have a visitor.
"What should I wear?" she mused out loud, closing her door behind her and examining
her wardrobe.
It was still hot and muggy. That string bikini, the one her mother had hated seeing her
wear! She pulled it out of the drawer, reached back and pulled off her halter and bra. As
she stepped out of her shorts, she stared at herself in the full length bathroom mirror.
Her long legs, her large, firm, high-riding tits – she could see why lots of guys at school
had been eyeing her. And why Mitch had fucked her.
But Janie decided she wasn't going to think of Mitch right then. He might have been
tied up and couldn't call. That was his problem. She'd given him his chance. He'd have
to explain later. Right then, the idea of flirting with Paul titillated her.
As she pulled the small patch of nylon over her warm cunt, she caught sight of the edge
of that porno magazine Patty had given her days ago. Bending down, she grabbed it
from under her bed, feeling a rush of sensations go through her body as she flipped
through the pages. She realized that she loved fucking as much as the people in the
magazine! Giving the journal a last glance, she flipped the pages closed and put it back.
Slipping the top of her bikini over her shoulders, she adjusted the patches so they
barely covered her stiffening nipples.
Yes, he's going to like this, she thought to herself as she examined herself for the last
time in the mirror. Cracking the door open, she peered out into the dark hallway. Joyce
seemed to be asleep.
Quietly, Janie closed the bedroom door behind her and tiptoed down the corridor,
walking lightly down the stairs and feeling her heart beating faster with each
descending step.
When she reached bottom, she noticed something swirling around close to her. Apollo!
"No, not again! Get away, you bad dog," she whispered, afraid any commotion would
awaken her mother.
The big German shepherd slopped his tongue over her legs and then over her toes. He
tried biting around her ankles to bring her down to the floor.
He could smell her cunt. She knew he could smell her aroused pussy. That was why he
was chasing her, wanting to bring her down. But she was determined not to let this
happen again. Once had been enough. She had barely managed to shove that
cuntlapping incident from her mind. With a final kick at his belly, she ran from the
living room, sighing with relief when she felt the cool kitchen floor tiles under the soles
of her feet.
In an instant, she was out the back door, leaning against the screen door, panting
heavily as she heard the dog's frustrated whimpers behind her.
"Thank God," she gasped.
Finally steadying herself, she looked through the garden at the upstairs room over the
garage. The lights were still on. Paul was studying... or doing something. She suddenly
felt a drop in her courage. She wasn't sure she'd have the guts to go right up there,
knock on his door and present herself.
She moved away from the house, pressing her clenched fists against her thighs, never
pulling her gaze from the lighted windows of the upstairs room. Her feet shuffled
slowly through the manicured grass. All around her were the sounds of the night,
seeming to become louder, closer as she neared the garage.
Her hand rested on the rail. Slowly, she climbed the stairs, the slick rub of her cuntlips
against one another taking the strength from her. When she reached the top, she
hesitated, then knocked at the door. There was the sound of movement inside, then
footsteps toward the door.
"Janie! Come on in. I was just finishing up," he said.
Janie swallowed hard, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. Paul was
wearing only a faded pair of blue tennis shorts. She could see the sheen of perspiration
on his chest and shoulders. He'd been working out in the room. There was the faint
sour smell of sweat, an odor she found strangely exciting. "It was too hot to sleep. I
thought I'd come over and talk... you know, family stuff," the girl said, spotting the
opened books.
Her cousin was obviously still a book worm, but what a handsome, sexy one.
Paul shrugged, sitting down and offering Janie a chair. They talked idly for a few
minutes. During the conversation, she was glad to see that her cousin had noticed her
body. She could see that he hardly kept his gaze off the smooth, lightly tanned area of
her belly. Enticing men was something new to her. She enjoyed it! There are laws
against fucking your first cousin she guessed, and even Patty might have some trouble
accepting that. But what the hell? who's around to judge me? Only Paul, and he
certainly seems interested in me, not in what society might think.
"You want something to drink?" he asked after a moment's pause.
They were staring at one another, each feeling more and more aroused as the seconds
ticked by.
"Water maybe, or lemonade," Janie answered, wiping beads of sweat off her forehead.
"Just water," Paul said, chuckling as he pushed away from the chair and grabbed a
glass. "I haven't had a chance to really set up housekeeping. Don't know how long I'm
going to be here."
Janie took the glass, moaning low as she felt the cool liquid soothing her throat.
She was glad he hadn't put on his shirt. Even his muscles seemed to have muscles. And
he smelled musky and sweaty and good.
"Oh, sometimes it just gets so boring here, you know?" Janie suddenly blurted out,
finishing her water and putting the glass down on the sink.
She moved over to his bed, turned around and flopped down. She fell back across the
bed, letting her legs sag apart just enough so the bikini bottom was pulled tightly
against her cunt. She was sure that from where Paul was standing, he could see the soft
curves of her cunt mound.
"Yeah, real hot," he echoed, swallowing hard.
He was standing there, hesitating. She could see his eyes getting wide, staring at her
legs, her thighs, the cleft showing through the thin material of her bikini bottom.
Again, Janie had doubts about what she was doing. He was, after all, her cousin. As free
as she thought she was, she did worry about incest, about the social and legal laws she
was breaking. But again there was the thought of Mitch, of how he'd fooled her with
his cock, of a way she could get back at him in her own mind and have a little fun at
the same time. She kept her position, rubbing the backs of her legs against the mattress
while staring out the window, pretending not to realize what she was doing.
"Sometimes, when it gets this hot I like to run around the house naked. Feels good...
kind of sexy, you know?" she said, her voice becoming soft, dreamy.
She was really worked up! Just being in Paul's room with her super-skimpy bikini was
working her up. There was no mistaking the tenderness of her tits, the way her nipples
ached as the silk patches of her tops rubbed over them. She felt breathless, aroused. She
stretched out a little more on the bed, her fingers drumming the coverlet, as she tried to
figure out what to do next.
"You know, you shouldn't have come up here at all," Paul said, breaking the silence.
There was something in his voice, an edge that made Janie catch her breath. Mitch had
had that same edge, that same quiver before their fucking spree. She waited, her fingers
grabbing at the coverlet as her cousin went on.
"I've been studying awfully hard for the past couple of months and haven't had a
chance to get out much. I'm really... well, you shouldn't be lying like that across my
bed, Janie. It could lead to... well, could lead to... complications."
Janie sucked in her lower lip, biting down hard, feeling her lips curling up into a sexy
smile.
"Maybe that's where I want it to lead," she said. "You probably think I'm some dumb
kid... I probably shouldn't have come up here in the first place. But, I couldn't help it
and..."
She fumbled for the right words but couldn't find any that were satisfactory. Then she
heard her cousin crossing the room. She had to shut her eyes. She couldn't stand to see
his face that close.
"Janie. " His voice was soft, demanding.
She felt his hand circle her small neck. He was massaging the muscles there, rubbing
them up under the lobes of her ears. She pushed back against the heavenly feeling. She
was shameless. But at this point, she didn't care.
"Ohhh yes, yes..." she sighed.
This is my cousin, my own cousin, she realized. But it doesn't matter. Why should I be
so particular, considering what I did with the dog?
"I don't know how long I'm gonna stay here at this rate," Paul said. "If your mom ever
knew you were up here like this..."
He passed one hand over her shoulder, running it down her slim arm. Then he was
making her stand up, bringing her against him. She opened her eyes at last, tilting her
chin up. He was going to kiss her. He was going to make her cross the final line.
"God, you're something else, you know that? I saw that the second I walked in.
Something else," he said, kissing her forehead lightly.
Then he moved down to her lips. They only brushed mouths at first. But then Janie felt
the wetness of his tongue spearing between her lips, shoving deeply into her mouth.
She shivered and groaned, circling her weak thin arms around Paul's back. He
responded by pulling her tighter against him, brushing his groin over her crotch,
rubbing the bulge of his cock against her belly.
Janie was more than a little excited. She was feeling her cunt grow hot and tight fast.
Mitch had broken her in well. Now there was little fear, little reluctance. She thought
about her cousin, about how handsome and muscular he was and groan ed.
"Baby, baby. I've wanted to fuck you for a couple of days. Glad you came up here."
Paul let his kiss trail off. Janie was resting heavily against him, her arms still clinging to
his as if she were afraid of falling if he were to let go. He pushed her from him for a
second, kissing the side of her face.
He was panting like a dog. His hands moved up and down her body, smoothing over
every curve, every swell around her thighs. Finally, she felt his fingers stop around her
halter. She felt him fumbling with the material, then felt the patches loosen quickly
around her nipples. In a moment, the two nylon patches had fallen away from her tits,
hanging uselessly around her shoulders.
"Oh!" Janie gasped as he pulled the bikini off her shoulders.
Then he moved down and fumbled with the bottom. She felt the dampened material
pull away from her pussy. Her cunt was wet, really wet. He noticed this and smiled.
"Really hot. I like pussy that way," he muttered, smoothing the backs of his fingers over
her cunt.
Janie trembled, jerking her ass away from Paul's caressing hand. He had that same
assurance, that same cockiness that Mitch had. She knew she was lucky. She had heard
about some of the guys being rough or just plain stupid when it came to fucking. But
Mitch and Paul really knew how to fuck.
"Nice cunt," Paul whispered, his hands caressing her hot moist pussy.
Janie trembled again, her head lolling back. She could feel her long hair sweeping over
her shoulder blades and' spine. She sucked in air and pulled her ass back again when
she felt her cousin's fingers starting to dip into her hot fuckhole.
"Oh Paul, I... I don't think... I don't think we should go further."
Paul laughed, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
"You wouldn't have been up here if you thought that," he said, kissing her chin
playfully.
Paul was going down, licking her nipples! It was groovy, wonderful, mindblowing. the
room seemed to be spinning about her, and she gave up entirely, forgetting about her
problems with Mitch as her cousin tongued her.


Chapter 10

"Oh, you're making me feel things I shouldn't... unnhhhhoooohhh..."
Images of those people fucking in the magazine flashed through Janie's head. She
thought of that woman kneeling in front of the man, her mouth opened wide, his cock
sticking halfway down her throat. Then another picture entered her mind. She saw
Mitch and her fucking like crazy on Patty's mom's bed. Finally, she imagined Apollo
licking her cunt until she cried!
And all along, Paul was kissing her tits, mouthing her nipples until she sagged in his
arms.
"Oh, Janie, we shouldn't be doing this. But damn it, I can't help it," he muttered,
standing back up and kissing her hard on the mouth.
Janie couldn't stand it, either. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight, clenching at thin air,
relaxing, only to snap shut again. A bubble escaped from somewhere deep down inside
her pussy, making her shiver as it surfaced through her hot, frothy cunt juice.
"Ohhhhh, I don't care what's right or wrong. Oh, Paul, Paul," she said, clinging
desperately to her cousin.
The young man moved her back to his bed. Janie remembered being lowered to the
bed, seeing her cousin slipping out of his shorts and stroking his long, thick cock. And
when he climbed on top of her, his knees sliding up her sides, his fat balls dangling
over her parted lips, she knew instinctively what he wanted her to do. Again, she
thought of that woman in the magazine, of how her mouth had opened so wide to take
in the man's prick. Sighing, she raised her head slightly, closing her eyes, inhaling the
sharp, musky odor of his sweaty groin as he hunched down toward her mouth.
"Suck my cock, Janie, suck... oghhhh!"
She had done as her cousin begged, slipping her lips over his thick, meaty prickhead
while flicking her tongue over the underside groove. He stiffened, a growl coming from
his throat. How like Apollo, Janie thought, slipping her mouth down farther on his
cock.
"Take my cock. Suck it real easy... ohhh yeahhh, just like that!"
His prickhead was so big and wide that Janie had to stretch her jaws until they hurt.
This was the very first time she had sucked cock.
Of course, she and Patty had giggled about it. Patty had even said she wanted to grab
Warren's cock one night and suck on it. Cocksucking seemed so natural. It seemed like
the most natural thing in the world for her to hold onto her cousin's prick with one
hand and slip her tongue back and forth over the grooved underside.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Janie started sliding her lips back and forth over
Paul's fat prick.
Saliva frothed around the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin. Her eyes
closed, her mind whirled around. There was a strange, salty taste coating her mouth, a
flavor that was making her swallow. It was his cum – the white stuff oozing out of his
piss-slit and coating her throat. She swallowed again, drawing back until only his
doubleflanged prickhead remained in her mouth.
"Shit, Janie! You suck cock like a pro. You sure know how to turn a guy on!"
"Oh, do I?"
The thought that she was driving her cousin up the wall made her shiver with pride
and excitement. Of course, Mitch had told her the same thing. She was one of those
naturals, women who knew how to please men as well as take care of themselves.
A disquieting thought drifted through her mind. Perhaps her mother wasn't so
innocent after all. Perhaps her mother was doing things on the side. But the woman
was so square, and she had buried her life with her husband. Janie drove the thought
from her mind and concentrated on Paul's fat cock.
"Oh yeah. When you move your tongue around like that... shit, I think I'm gonna go
nuts! Man, you sure can... ughhh... suck, Janie. Jesus!"
Paul braced his fingers on the girl's shoulders. He clenched his asscheeks, drawing
forward, sliding his prick into her mouth. He looked down, watching his thickly veined
cock disappearing inch by fat throbbing inch into his cousin's mouth.
Janie started to draw back. It was becoming difficult to breathe. She was filling up with
cockmeat. His prick was taking up all the space in her mouth, blocking off her air
passages!
"Man, ohhhh man..." the boy groaned.
His hands now dropped down around the girl's skull, his fingers pressing in. He was
calling her all sorts of names, sawing his cock in and out of her mouth, his balls
slapping the underside of her chin.
For a moment, Janie thought she was going to faint from lack of oxygen. He had deep
throated her, sticking his prick all the way in until his prick slipped past her tonsils and
edged down her upper throat. She cried out, her eyes watering, her hands jerking to his
groin and pushing back.
But her cousin was having too fine a time. He groaned, his head flopping back while he
kept shoving his cock in and out, in and out of her mouth. Finally, seeing she was
choking, he eased his cock out until once more, only his fat prickhead remained
between her lips.
"Christ, baby. You almost made me shoot. Gotta be more careful."
Janie could feel the coverlet rubbing up against her asscrack, the backs of her legs, her
spine. She felt so soft, so vulnerable while Paul climbed on top of her.
"Oh, oh, your cock's so big... but . oh God, you're pushing it... IN!"
The young man hadn't taken his time; Janie felt his hot cock sliding up, up through the
jungle of her tangled cunthairs. And then she felt it pushing aside her cuntlips,
stretching apart her itchy cunt walls. Spasm after spasm raced through her pussy,
making her arch her back, claw her fingernails along her cousin's broad shoulders while
he continued to fuck her.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
Janie felt her insides stretching out around his huge cock. She tensed, waiting for his
bulging cockhead to stop going down. It seemed as if he had twelve inches of prick.
"Yeah, yeah, good and hot and tight!"
Janie could hardly believe it when she felt his balls swinging against the bottom of her
cunt. His prick was so deep, so very, very deep. She could sense the added heat inside
her cunt. She could hear the noises of his cockshaft sliding past her cuntlips.
He'd stopped now. She could feel his cockhairs bristling up against her cut. She gasped
as his heavy balls swung against her asscheeks. She hadn't imagined that she would ever
take anything so big inside her little pussy. It made her faint just to think about it.
"Paul... uhhhh... it's..."
He was drawing back slowly, making her shiver. She felt her pussy walls collapsing
behind his retreating cockhead, spasming at the slow, slick withdrawal. In a moment,
he was pressing in again, one heavy ball nestling against her asscheeks, then the other.
"Somebody else got your cherry, Janie. But hell, it's just like fuckin' a damned cherry
when I slip my cock back into your cunt."
Paul's voice was tight, strained as he started fucking his prick regularly into her pussy.
She felt herself rocketing around some golden universe, lights popping in her head as
her cousin's cock constantly stimulated her clit. He was as good a fucker as Mitch,
better maybe, she decided. She didn't care if Mitch called tonight or any other night.
"Ohhh, soon, soon..." She moaned.
She was breathless with what her cousin's hands were doing. She felt them sliding
around her asscheeks, his fingers toying around her shitter. When he slipped one finger
in her ass up to the second joint, she thought her world had blown apart. She let out a
strangled cry, throwing her head back into the pillows while curling her fingers and
digging her nails into her cousin's shoulders.
It was the move that pushed her over the edge. Screaming out incoherent sentences, she
bucked and thrashed, her cunt making soft, sucking noises as spasm after spasm shot
through her fuck channel.
When she was through, she lay quietly in Paul's arms.
"Ohhh, it was sooooo good," she crooned, kissing the side of his neck.
"Yeah, guess so. And it's gonna be better. I didn't cum."
Janie looked at him wide-eyed, a shiver rushing through her body.
"You didn't... cum?"
"More for later, right?"
Paul smiled down at her, smoothing his fingers through her hair and kissing her
passionately while wiggling his hips from side to side. She groaned into his mouth,
feeling herself falling down into some valley of pleasure.
Back in the big house, Joyce had no idea of what her daughter was up to. She hadn't
heard Janie tiptoe past her door or struggle briefly with Apollo. It was early, and she
thought of her nephew out back, lying there alone in his bed. Twice, she had swung her
long naked legs over the edge of the bed, thinking she was going to throw caution to
the winds and climb up those stairs. But then, common sense got the better of her, and
she lay back in bed.
Digging her fingers into her palms, she let the fire rage on in her cunt. Then she
realized she couldn't take much more of this. She'd have to take her chances.
Downstairs, away from Janie's room. Apollo was waiting for her there. She knew she'd
have to let him lick her cunt again.
Throwing her dressing gown hurriedly over her shoulders, she opened the door slowly,
checking to make sure no one was in the hall. Then, she quickly closed the door behind
her. She nearly ran down the hall, her gown flowing out behind her like a cape.
 "Apollo!"
She was whispering to him, calling him as she ran down the stairs, clutching the top of
her gown to her throat.
Joyce didn't have to look far. The big German shepherd was at the foot of the stairs, his
eyes glowing, his tail wagging from side to side. He could tell from the thickness of his
mistress' voice, the trembling of her body, that she needed him to fuck her.
"Shhhh, boy. Not here," she said, bending at the waist and running her fingers through
his warm fur.
Joyce trembled, feeling her nipples growing stiff again, feeling her pussy wink shut with
sexual heat as Apollo moved around and licked the backs of her legs. He stuck his nose
up her thighs, brushing the tip of his snout against her pussy. He was licking her cunt,
lapping up some of the fuck juices already ozzing from her pussy slit.
Joyce was about to go with him downstairs to the small recreation room when she
heard footsteps outside.
"No, Apollo, down. Not yet," she said, caressing the big dog's head as he growled and
started creeping toward the front door.
There was a knock. Moving to the side, Joyce drew her gown to her tits and cupped her
hands over the cool glass. She saw that it was a young man, probably one of Janie's
friends. She decided to tell him that Janie was asleep, that this was no time to call, then
get back to fucking Apollo. Sliding her fingers under the dog's collar to hold him back,
she reached forward with one hand and opened the front door.


Chapter 11

"No, Janie's asleep. She didn't say anything about meeting anyone," Joyce said firmly.
She felt a little giddy, especially with Apollo panting at her side. Twice, she'd had to
kick the dog gently, silencing him as Mitch stood in the front doorway, his arms
crossed.
"Gee. Well, I thought I'd surprise her. I was playing some late-night basketball and
thought I'd drop by. Saw the lights on and all that."
Joyce felt terribly exposed. She was standing half-naked in the doorway, and a young
man was only inches in front of her. He looked like her nephew. But perhaps all young
men affect me that way, she thought. Yes, I'm so terribly horny. And here's Apollo,
lowering his head, nipping at the backs of my ankles impatiently, waiting for me to get
rid of this intruder so he can lick my cunt.
"You mind if I grab some water before I go?" Mitch asked. "Awfully thirsty."
There was something in his look that made Joyce feel a little fuzzy, out of focus.
Protectively, she gathered her gown around her waist a little more tightly and backed
away, holding onto Apollo's collar with the other hand.
"Of course. I just don't want to awaken Janie. I'll tell her you came by, of course."
"You say she's asleep?" Mitch asked, casting a glance up the darkened stairway.
"Yes. She was tired."
He shrugged, continuing on his way to the kitchen. Joyce followed, swatting back at
Apollo, who was nosing under her flowing gown.
"Nice dog," Mitch commented, drinking down his second glass.
Why is he standing there like that, examining me? She wondered. Is he studying me, or
is it my overactive imagination, heightened by my arousal? Can he see the smoldering
lust in my face – a lust so great, I let a dog tongue-fuck my cunt?
Joyce suddenly realized her breathing was shallow, audible. She knew she had to get
herself under control. She had to keep from staring at the young man's body.
"I'll tell Janie you stopped by," Joyce said, repeating herself.
"I'm not thinking about Janie so much any more," the boy said, putting his glass down.
His eyes now told her exactly what he was thinking about. She blushed, kicking the
growling German shepherd again to keep him quiet. It was really too much to consider.
She would end this little game here and now and send the young man on his way.
But Mitch wouldn't turn his eyes away. Did he smell my hot cunt? she wondered. Has
he guessed why the dog is rubbing up against my leg, whimpering through his nose
impatiently? She felt she couldn't catch her breath. She put one hand to her chest,
closed her eyes and inhaled sharply.
"You okay?"
"Yes, fine, thank you. Hay fever maybe, I don't know," Joyce muttered, starting when
she felt the dog nipping at her ankles once more. "That's enough, Apollo!"
She tugged at the collar, dragging the protesting animal across the kitchen floor and
reaching out one hand for the back doorknob.
"Out you go!" she cried impatiently, slamming the screen door before he could jump
back in.
"Maybe you need some water," Mitch said, turning and refilling his glass, offering it to
her.
Joyce took it and swallowed. I'm too old for this, she thought. Far too old. And yet, I'm
getting excited, listening to the animal barking outside, watching the boy as he watches
me drink down the water.
"What's your first name?" Mitch suddenly asked.
"It's Joyce," she answered without thinking, then realizing they were becoming more
and more familiar. This has to stop, she thought again, her breath catching as she put
down the empty glass.
Mitch moved very close to her. when he blinked, his eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Well, it's time to go to bed," Joyce said, reddening as she thought of the double
implication of that sentence.
Mitch said nothing. He was only smiling more broadly. She almost giggled. Am I
turning into a nympho? she wondered. Perhaps. With the dog, with my thoughts, who
knows?
"Joyce... a nice name... real nice. " He stretched one hand out and touched her
shoulders.
"No, this can't happen... you're my daughter's friend. Janie's upstairs, nooo..."
His fingers were spreading her gown apart. She felt the smooth edge inch down over
the tops of her tits, cling for a second on her large stiff nipples, then fall completely
open.
Mitch stepped forward and lowered his head. His tongue lightly wet one dark areola.
The gown slid down her shoulders and floated past her knees, collecting in a pool
around her bare feet.
Joyce let her head fall back and her mouth open as she gulped in lungfuls of oxygen.
She felt his fingers burning against her flesh, felt his breath on her tits. Her thighs
parted for this young, vital man.
"Want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes, oh yes!"
I'm not going to wait or play games. The time for that is over. No more fooling around,
no more reluctance, she decided. My life is my own. My daughter's recent coolness has
taught me that. She has her life. And so do I.
"Not here, not in the living room. Janie-" she panted, pulling his lips off her tits.
"Downstairs, in the recreation room."
They moved quickly downstairs, Mitch behind her, his gaze riveted on her jiggling
asscheeks as she padded naked down the stairs. It felt so weird, so strangely exciting to
her to be moving through the house naked, her tits slapping against her chest as she
descended to the basement.
"Just enough light," Mitch commented as Joyce flicked on a small table lamp. A wide
couch stretched to one side of the tiled room.
"I'm only thirty-seven. I think I look nice for 37, don't I?" she asked, her voice
trembling.
"You're fantastic," Mitch said as she sat down at the edge of the couch. He was slipping
off his shirt, unzipping his pants.
"You won't tell anyone... I mean, that you fucked Janie's mother?"
"You're not Janie's mother. You're Joyce."
"Ohhh, what are you doing to... to meeeeeee?"
Mitch was on the sofa behind her, pushing her to one side, then rolling her over until
she felt herself kneeling on her hands and knees. She was in a bitch fucking position.
How appropriate! she thought. If he only knew just how close I came to this with a dog
behind me! She smiled, her smile fading as a powerful orgasmic spasm shot through
her cunt and nearly took her breath away!
"You... you're sooooooo young... I shouldn't..."
But she couldn't finish the sentence. He was so vital, so wonderfully young and vital.
She felt him moving closer behind her, his fingers working along the sensitive flesh of
her thighs. He was tracing the outline of her puffy cunt lips, letting his jagged nails
tease her cunt until she was grunting with delight. His feathery touch was
overwhelming her. He was a man who realized she was a bitch in heat, a man
preparing to fuck her.
Her cunt flooded. She was burning in her pussy, and her tits ached for another touch.
She bobbed her ass around, squealing, grunting, trying to keep her voice down, afraid
she would awaken Janie, who would come down and see her mother fucking one of her
friends!
"Nice, nice." Mitch sighed. He was crouched down behind Joyce now, his fingers
hooked around her hipbones, his face pressed against her asscheeks. He was licking her
asscrack, moving down to her shitter. He was curling his tongue into her tight little
asshole, worming it deep, deep inside, touching the slick, sensitive inches of her bowels!
Hot flashes shot through her cunt, making her gasp, making her cry out louder as his
tongue wiggled back and forth in her shitter. His unshaven cheeks scratched against her
ass.
"I don't believe all this!" she panted.
"Believe it, believe it."
Joyce wanted cock. Her cunt seemed to beg for it. A cock – a good hot cock!
She felt his big cockhead pressing up against her cunt mouth. He was shoving forward
now, holding tightly onto her, hunching down and in. His prick was sliding into her
cunt, peeling her open. Her knees spread wide on the couch as he tucked under and up,
lunging forward.
"Aaaaaargh!" she gasped.
His prick slid along the seepy, velvety lining of her cunt. She felt each inch of cockmeat
as it gurgled down farther and farther into her hot fuckhole. A cock was inside her cunt
at last!
Joyce gasped with delight, jerking her head from side to side, her long blonde hair
splashing over her whitened knuckles. She felt young and sexy and free. She knew she
owed this young man a lot for saving her from further depravity with Apollo.
"Your prick's so deeeeeeep!"
Mitch leaned forward, covering her body with his, kissing her lightly behind the neck
while pulling his prick out. She loved feeling his prick withdrawing, teasing her itchy
cunt walls. In and out, in and out his cock fucked. She remembered that feeling – how
wonderful it had been fucking her husband. And now it was happening all over again!
When Mitch pulled his cock back slowly, she thought she was going to collapse. Long
strings of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. Her arms trembled as he fucked
his prick in hard and deep. Again and again, he pistoned his cock into her cunt. At
times, the only thing touching her was his cock and fingers. She was wiggling in his
grasp, aware of her helplessness and loving every second of it. He can fuck me all
damned night if he wants to, she decided. I don't care about Janie any more. No, no! I
need that cock of his!
"Man, close, close," Mitch groaned.
Joyce felt herself rocketing up to climax as well. Those squishy, sexy noises of his prick
fucking out her pussy were exciting her to the point of orgasm. Crying and panting like
some dumb animal, she felt as if she were floating in mid-air. In a moment, she was
babbling, jerking her body from side to side as excitement rushed along every nerve
ending in her body.
Mitch fucked her faster and faster. More fuck juice erupted from her cunt. She felt it
leaking down her ass and onto the couch. Her pussy cream slicked down between her
asscheeks, soaking the material underneath.
She ground her ass violently, feeling herself about to cum.
Mitch was holding his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt. She felt her
body quivering all over in a strange, wonderful way. Her ass felt as if it were just
hanging there, trembling, waiting for something. She cried and twisted her hips from
one side to the other. Her clit was swollen and hot and pulsing.
"NNNGNNGNN!" she groaned.
Her thighs were smeared with cunt juice. She was a second away from madness, from
that marvelous insanity she had been searching for all these years. And then, that
moment came upon her. She felt Mitch's prick trembling, jerking inside her pussy. He
was shooting.
Crying out, clenching at the sofa and pillow underneath her, she came and came,
feeling Mitch biting down on the back of her neck.
When it was over, she found herself lying quietly down on the bed. The boy was beside
her, kissing her tits, fingering her slackening cunt.
"You'd better go," she whispered.
"In a sec. I'll be back, though. Can't let something this good get away."
Is he just telling me lies? she wondered. Is he only stringing me along so he can get at
my daughter? what does it matter? At least for now, I know he wants to fuck me. In a
few minutes, he'll leave. Right now, I want to feel him pressing warmly against me.
Upstairs in the garage, Janie was stretched out, her cunt oozing the cum Paul had just
shot into her pussy. Her cousin was shaking the sweat from his forehead.
I came twice this evening, twice! she gloated. And the second time, Paul shot off with
me! It's too good to be true! And mom is still asleep. What a trip!
"Something funny?" Paul whispered, smoothing his fingers over her thighs, her tits.
"No... hey, shut up, Apollo," Janie muttered, wrinkling her forehead when she heard
the animal suddenly barking outside.
"Probably needs to fuck," Paul whispered. "Wanna fuck again?"
Janie looked down and saw her cousin's fat prick getting long and thick again. The dark
blue veins in his cock were stretching, pressing up against his cockflesh. She swallowed
hard. She was tired, but not exhausted.
"I guess so," she answered, feeling her heart start to beat fast again.
"Guess so," Paul muttered, chuckling as he rolled his hips over hers and spread her
thighs apart.
It's so good, so wonderfully good, she thought.


THE END
