MOM'S MONGREL LOVER
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
Laura Venton stood alone in the large living room, her fingertips held tightly together
and pressed against her lips. It was happening again, for the third time this week. That
awful, awful hot itchy feeling between her legs was back. Closing her eyes, the
attractive, 36-year-old blonde sucked in a deep breath, feeling her flesh tingling with
pleasure. Pleasure? Laura smiled bitterly, letting out the air with a small moan.
Why couldn't she admit it to herself? Why couldn't she admit what kind of pleasure she
was thinking of and wishing she could have, all the while knowing she would never
get? Sexual pleasure! There, she'd said it to herself, thought about it. Sexual pleasure,
something there had been little of in her short marriage with her former husband, Brad.
Yes, there had been very little of that kind of pleasure with her ex and even less after
their ugly divorce. God, what a fool she'd been to marry him and couple her life with
his.
And yet how strong and handsome he'd been, how virile, how he'd overwhelmed her
one night just before they had announced their engagement. Even now Laura
shuddered, still feeling his rough, callused hands smoothing over her bare arms, sliding
down her bra straps, his fingers pinching her nipples while his knees spread hers apart!
She had been so hot for him for so long, barely been able to keep him from climbing
onto her and, and fucking her.
"Fucking..."
Laura pressed her fingertips harder against her lips, feeling her body shudder. Yes, there
had been at least one good night in their relationship. How they had fucked on top of
his dress jacket that night, staining the brushed cotton material with his cum and her
cunt juice. Oh, she couldn't get enough, the balls of her feet banging against his
pounding hips while she squirmed her ass up against his crotch, begging for more cock,
more prick! It was all she could do to walk home and get a few hours of sleep before
their engagement party the following evening!
And then, well, Laura didn't know what happened. After her daughter Trisha was born
her marriage starting falling apart. Stories of her husband's unfaithfulness became
common gossip on the street. Once he'd even dared to bring home one of his cheap
whores and parade her around the living room.
That had been the last straw. Three years of that kind of marriage had been more than
enough for Laura. Taking Trisha with her she sued for divorce, won, then vowed never,
never again to get involved with a man. Work-good-paying hard work – had taken her
mind off men, off fucking, for a while. But now...
"Ohhhh..."
It was an attack of horniness, that was all. She should have expected something like this
to happen. After all, it had been nearly five years since she'd been with anyone. Other
men interested her at times. But they were all married or recently divorced. She could
imagine fighting them off, feeling their hands crawling over her as she struggled to get
free. They would date her for one reason only – a good, hot fuck.
No, she wanted something more, something that would reaffirm her image as a human
being. Laura didn't want to become another cheap whore, a bitch on the prowl looking
for a cock to satisfy her cunt. And yet there were times when she lay naked in bed, her
clit burning like a tiny jewel, times when she would have taken on any man, anyone
who would pin her down with his body and trench out her wet pussy.
Ohhh, the thoughts she had on those warm nights, her lithe body squirming on the
sweat dampened sheets, the backs of her legs undulating against the mattress while her
fingers played along the rubbery, swollen edges of her cuntlips! How the juice flowed
out of her furry pussy, dribbling down into her asscrack!
She thought of Brad then, the only man she'd ever known. It was at times like those
Laura wished she could have him in her arms again and feel his hairy body rubbing
against hers, his balls dragging over the bottom of her cunt while his cock slowly spread
her pussylips apart. Oh yes! When he wanted to, her ex had one hell of a technique!
And how she could have used it!
"No!"
No, she wasn't going to think of herself like that any more. Such thoughts would get
her nowhere. Laura knew that thinking about sex and how lonely she'd been, about
how much she needed a man, would only depress her. There would be tears and
feelings of guilt and shame. No, she wasn't going to go through that now, not ever if
she could help it! There had been a time for those kind of feelings but it was past. Now
there was her career and her daughter to think of.
Trisha! Laura fought back the hot feelings in her cunt and glanced down at her wrist
watch. Her daughter was late. That was another problem that seemed to plague her
waking life, often appearing to grow worse. Trisha was a teenager now and be coming
too beautiful, she thought. And the young girl was getting to be very independent.
Of course children were far more precocious today. Laura didn't like to think of her
daughter falling into that category. She overheard her daughter talking on the phone at
times. And even though Laura realized she shouldn't eavesdrop, she found herself
listening, fascinated by what Trisha was saying. How freely she talked about boys, about
how they... looked at you!
She didn't think her daughter had done anything – yet. But the way Trisha was going
at it she would soon lose her virginity and then...? How would she react if her daughter
came home with a strange look on her face and the message that she was pregnant?
The thought that Trisha might get knocked up, fucked by a young man who would run
like the wind once he'd realized what he'd done, made Laura sick.
"Oh God!"
Laura closed her eyes again. She thought of Brad and the tricks he used, the ways he'd
tortured her with deceits and lies. She wanted to spare her daughter the pain of that
kind of knowledge. Men were good for one thing only – and even that was debatable!
But perhaps she was being too harsh on Trisha. It was true that her daughter often
asked about things that often embarrassed Laura to death. It was sometimes difficult to
answer her questions with anything approaching objectivity. At least she'd been able to
hold her daughter's dates down to one a month. Tonight the Hampton boy had taken
Tricia to a small party. There would be refreshments – soft drinks – Laura had been
assured, and parental supervision.
Laura smoothed her fingers through her long blonde hair, turned, and walked to the
bar. A tall cool Scotch would be in order. How strange! Her fingers were trembling,
turning icy as she gripped the tall, amber bottle and poured the liquor into a glass.
Reaching for some ice, Laura thought of how much she'd been drinking – far too
much. She thought as she swirled the liquor around in the glass, enjoying the tinkling
sound the ice made against the lip.
Laura drank her Scotch and started pacing the room. Maybe she should call and find
out if Jack Hampton had taken Trish away from the party. But no, it would only irritate
Trisha and Laura didn't want more friction. They were entering a delicate period of
their relationships. As Trisha grew more and more aware of the world around her she
seemed to be pulling away, wanting to get away from home. Laura knew that was
natural, she had experienced the same feelings when she was Trisha's age. But somehow
this situation was different. Things were starting to fly out of control, and Laura had no
idea of how she could bring them back in order.
Her thoughts were interrupted by movement in the doorway. For a moment the
frightened woman thought it was her imagination. Then Laura realized it was Shep,
Trisha's pet German Shepherd. instinctively she found herself backing down, her fingers
tightening around the glass. She didn't particularly like the dog, didn't like the way he
seemed to slink around her a lot lately. Still, it was Trisha's pet, her pride and joy, and
Laura would do nothing to injure the animal. It had been her daughter's birthday gift
three years ago. Oh, how she wished she'd given Trisha clothes instead!
"Go on, boy, go. Trisha's not here," Laura said, listening to her trembling voice. How
she wished she could be more firm with the dog. He seemed to listen to her daughter
all the time.
Turning around to ignore the big dog, Laura realized that her breathing was shallow.
She was feeling really shaky, not herself at all. From behind her she could hear the
padding of the big dog's paws. Laura cringed. There was something primal, something
out of control about the dog whenever he wasn't around Trisha. Laura couldn't get him
to mind her at all.
"I said... go!"
Shep had trotted around, brushing up against one of her legs, his long dark pink
tongue hanging from one corner of his maw Laura shuddered, the ice clinking merrily
against the glass. Straightening her back, she ignored the shock of pleasure that had
raced through her pussy the moment the dog's fur brushed her flesh. Ignore him and
he'll leave, she thought to herself, eyeing the phone in the corner. Perhaps she would
call the party and find out about Trisha. It was getting very, very late, nearly the time
Laura had told her C daughter to be home.
The dog was swarming around her legs. She felt his damp nose on her right calf and
then again halfway up her thigh. This was too much! She spilled some of her drink on
her wrist as she backed away, her ass pressed against the rear of the sofa.
"I told you to get away. GO!"
There, he was minding her! Something in her voice had caught his attention, had told
him she meant business. His pointed ears pinned back the big gray and white German
Shepherd backed down, his tail drooping between his back legs. Laura watched him
with fear in her eyes. What had she felt? What had gone through her body, her mind,
the moment the dog had touched her?
No, she couldn't be asking herself those questions. It was silly, stupid, dangerous!
Nothing had happened, nothing at all. It was the Scotch, her own confusion, and her
own frustration that had made her feel something. It wouldn't happen again.
"Ahhhh..."
Good old Scotch! Yes, she'd been having a bit too much of the liquor lately. She'd
noticed Trisha eyeing her disapprovingly when she had more than one drink after
dinner. Still, how else could she quell the nervous tension that threatened to creep over
her cunt at every unguarded moment? The liquor helped, helped her forget, at least
most of the time.
"NO!"
The dog was whistling through his nose, then barking. Laura couldn't believe the
animal was back, pushing up against her one more time. The whistling turned into a
muted growling in his throat as he nosed between Laura's long legs.
"OH!"
This was going too far! She had to get him away from her!
"NO!"
Laura slapped downward. But the animal was quick, crouching down and ducking back.
Turning, the woman was halfway back to the bar when she felt his nose slide between
her moving thighs and bump the underside of her cuntal mound. Laura let out a sharp
cry of surprise, her eyes rounding as she nearly lost her balance at that touch. Oh God,
he had actually zoomed in on her cunt! He had touched her there, touched her in a
spot only she and her ex-husband had ever touched!
A sickening queasiness swept over the woman as she turned around and tried kicking at
him. Again the big dog swirled easily to one side. Laura felt his hot breath on the inner
surfaces of her thighs.
It was a nightmare, some awful dream. Women and dogs just didn't do this kind of
thing. Surely something must be wrong with Shep. Tomorrow she and Trisha would
take him to the vet and find out what was making him behave like this.
"No, get away from me," Laura wailed, holding her drink threateningly in front of her.
The animal stood still, his forepaws braced wide apart on the carpet while his furry
head was tilted to one side. Those big brown eyes were glittering with excitement, even
amusement, as they stared up at her. Laura shivered. There was something there, some
kind of wild intelligence that made her shrink back. Did he know what he was doing,
what he wanted? She thought he did and felt as if she would sink through the floor.
"No!"
She had turned around, still holding her drink, pressing her thighs and knees against
the back of the sofa. Shep was behind her now, licking the soft spot behind each knee,
wetting it with his tongue. Oh God, it felt – Laura didn't dare think about how good
something like that felt. Electric hot flashes shot up her legs, making her cuntlips tense
up and snap together while warm juice bubbled up from her pussy and frothed around
her pussy. God, she was getting hotter, hotter with the touch o f her dog's tongue. That
dog, damned dog! No, God no, she couldn't be thinking thoughts like these, couldn't
be giving into feelings like these! She wasn't going to be a joke, a filthy joke men would
tell around the locker rooms. That's what they talked about, about women who bent
down and offered their cunt up to dogs.
"Ohhhhhh..."
And yet, why was she so weak? Why was she shivering, her flesh crawling with a
pleasure so unholy, so unnatural? That swelling bail of heat in her belly was making her
short of breath, making her pant. Yes, she was panting like the dog behind her who still
slicked his tongue up and down the backs of her legs.
"No, no, NO!"
Shep was butting her thighs farther apart with his head. She felt her knees press harder
against the back of the couch, felt his tongue move dangerously close to her hot, juicy
cunt once more, oh so dangerously, deliciously close to her cunt. The blonde closed her
eyes, curling the fingers o f her free hand into the soft material of the sofa while she
instinctively moved her ass from side to side. Oh, that touch, that warm, wet touch of
the German Shepherd's tongue sliding up and down her legs and leaving a long, wet
trail of spittle on her flesh was driving her mad, making her lose perspective of the
situation.
"Oh, bad dog, bad dog..."
But her voice was thick now, not threatening, not commanding. Shep picked up the
change quickly and moved in.
How deliciously good it felt when the nylon material of her panties quickly soaked
through with the dog's spit. Hot, thick, doggie spit – that thought should have terrified
her, sickened her. But instead Laura found herself excited by it, loving the thought of
being touched by this animal.
Again the woman fought through the red fog that had settled over her brain. What had
she been thinking of? How could she possibly have let herself get this far? The situation
was awful, a sick joke! Laura straightened up, leaning heavily against the couch,
bringing the Scotch up to her lips while drawing her legs together. The dog whined in
frustrated confusion behind her, raising one paw and pressing it between her knees
while shoving his nose there. Laura groaned, swallowing more of the burning, amber
liquor and feeling it warm her body.
"No, Shep, get... get away from me. Go on," she said, bending one knee and sharply
kicking him in the chest.
The German Shepherd jerked back, barking in surprise at her sudden change in
attitude. He circled around her after recovering, his ears pinned back once more, his tail
nearly touching the floor. All the while his eyes studied her, never leaving Laura as she
walked around the sofa and sat down.
No, she wasn't going to panic. Soon her daughter would be home and Shep wouldn't
dare try anything then. This would be forgotten. And if he tried it again she'd take him
to the dog pound and gas him. Yes, she'd destroy him, get him out of the way. No
matter what it did to her relationship with Trisha, Laura couldn't dare have something
like Shep around if he kept doing those things to her.
"Horrible."
She took another swallow of her drink, the ice banging against her lips. She could smell
herself now and realized why the dog was so excited. Good lord, she was really hot this
time! It hadn't really been Shep's fault. She'd all but seduced him, juicing around with
her pussy like she had. Perhaps she should go out with men – at least then she
wouldn't be in this kind of condition. But there was always her daughter and her fear
that Trisha would disapprove, or that her ex-husband would find out and try to take her
daughter away by claiming she was an unfit mother . No, she'd never give Brad the
satisfaction of having Trisha.
"No, bad dog!"
Shep was back again, crouched between her knees. This was just an accident, some
quirk of fate that was pushing her along this awful path. And yet Laura couldn't help
hating Shep, couldn't help despising him for shoving her farther and farther down that
path.
"Ohhh..."
The dog was back again, his tongue lapping sloppily at her crotch. She felt the
dampened nylon being stretched away from her body, felt the surface of Shep's tongue
graze one exposed cuntlip. It was good, so shamefully, awfully good. No one, not even
her husband, had touched her there with his mouth, although Brad's fingers had played
with her pussy often enough. There was something overwhelmingly exciting about the
thought of having someone – or thing – touch her cunt with its mouth.
Laura looked up, her eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of her. The lights seemed
brighten, the sounds more concentrated in the house as the animal began to eat her
cunt in earnest. She gasped from the unreal tickle of his tongue pressing against her
nylon crotch panel, at times touching parts of her cuntflesh. But some bit of
respectability raised its head once more and the woman moved her hands down,
covering her exposed flesh. Shep was whining, licking her fingers and nuzzling at them
with a hot eagerness that both startled and amused her.
"Can't... can't... do... this," she panted, sucking in more oxygen to feed her body.
Laura tried pushing the animal way. But he shook free of her weak grip and went right
to his target. The sudden, scalding touch of his tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart
sent slivers of delight cutting through her brain. It was starting – the beginning of her
delicious degradation was starting!


Chapter 2

The sandals had slipped off her feet. Laura was rubbing her bare soles over the ticklish
piling, fanning out her toes until they cramped. She had slid down a little farther, her
ass nearly dangling over the edge of the sofa cushion. She still held her finished drink
in one hand, the ice melting quickly in the glass. Laura was spreading her knees farther
and farther apart, the tendons and muscles tensing and pushing against her spit-slicked
flesh. She tensed, relaxed, then tightened her ass muscles while the dog growled low in
his throat.
"Nooo, oh God, nooooo!"
It couldn't be happening to her! No, she was a normal woman. She wasn't kinky,
wasn't one of those whores she'd read about in those supermarket newspapers, the ones
who did terrible things with men – and other things. She was a respectable working
woman, a secretary who was going places, a young mother with an attractive daughter
to raise. And yet, why was she then sitting in her own living room, her legs spread
apart for a dog, a damned dog?
Her ordinary life had suddenly been turned upside down but she wasn't going to let it
happen. Closing her knees once more, Laura forced herself up, swaying dangerously
from side to side. The dog was growling low, frustrated a second time at not getting at
her cunt. No, nothing more was going to happen. He could growl and bark as loudly as
he wanted. She wasn't going to be caught sitting with Shep wedged between her knees!
"Get out!"
The dog pressed against her harder. Wheeling about, Laura hurled the glass at the dog.
He was faster than she and ducked the glass missile, quickly going back to his attack.
She found herself running, actually running away from the pursuing beast.
"No, oh NO!"
Trapped! She had run into the hall and was pressing her ass against the wall. He was
licking her in earnest now, as hotly as he'd touched her there on the couch. Laura
pressed her head against the wail, feeling hot tears of shame trickling down her cheeks.
One wet lick rubbed his tongue over her clit. Her knees shook. The woman sucked in
her lower lip and bit down hard.
She was letting this happen, allowing Shep to touch her this way, to intimidate her. She
dug her fingernails into her soft thighs. Oh God, she was losing her mind, feeling
everything flowing out of her head. Ml she could think about was her body and of the
way the dog's tongue was touching her, lapping up and down her thighs, getting close
to her cunt, pressing the wet nylon against her pussy. Could she really stop him, stop
herself, from the course they were on?
"NO!"
Weakly the woman raised one hand threateningly. But even she knew she wouldn't
bring it down on the dog. She would do nothing.
"OH!"
Pushing herself forward, Laura staggered awkwardly. She would make a try for the
stairs. Perhaps in the bedroom she would be safe, away from the animal. Gripping the
handrail of the stairs, she hauled herself up, peering over her shoulder at the pursuing
dog. He looked like a wolf, like the wild animal his ancestors had been. Yes, he was
from wolf stock, from a stock of animals that could tear a person to pieces. The thought
of Shep being able to kill her, to mar her, sent shivers of ecstasy through her. How
wildly strange! The more dangerous her situation – or really the more dangerous she
made it in her mind – the more exciting it became.
As if he could read her thoughts and saw the direction they were taking, the dog
dropped his head and opened his powerful jaws, closing them gently around her left
ankle. Laura's eyes widened, her mouth opening as she gripped the hand rail, he wasn't
really biting hard. Still, the sharp brush of his fangs made her choke with fear – with
delight.
Reaching the top of the stairs Laura steadied herself, staring down the long, darkened
corridor. The bedroom was at the end, just past the upstairs bathroom. Once inside she
would be safe, safe from the dog, and from her own terrible thoughts. Perhaps she
would lay naked in bed and think of Brad again, of some man, a man! Yes, better a
man than this!
The dog was growling behind her again. She chilled at the thought of what had
happened. The animal had licked her, touched her clit, her cunt, had probably wanted
to... to mount her! She sucked in another sharp breath, thinking of how she would look
doubled over, her head down, her ass trembling, high in the air while the dog slipped
over her, his forepaws wrapping tightly around her body while his bony cock...
"NO!"
Laura clapped her hands over her ears as if to block out her thoughts. The dog had
started to lick her again and she pushed herself away from the stairway and started
stumbling down the hall. Everything was swimming in front of her. Nothing seemed
right, steady. Staggering a little farther, the woman put both arms in front of her but
she couldn't keep her balance, couldn't keep herself in a standing position. Her feet
finally tripped over one another Laura found herself pitching forward. Her knees and
palms hit the carpeted hall at the same time. With another groan she found herself flat
on the hall floor, one arm wedged between her side and the carpeting.
"God!"
Her dress was up around her waist. Turning around and sitting on her ass she watched
in fear and confusion as the dog licked her. He lapped at her belly, moving up to her
navel and then back down to her pussy. How her cunt ached and throbbed from the
tension she had been feeling for the last few weeks. And now she was excited by a dog,
she couldn't deny it. It was happening right in front of her.
What did she expect, after all? She had been denying herself pleasure all these years, all
the while thinking about Brad and how he'd fucked her in the first year of their
marriage. And then there were all those men at work and the ways they looked at her.
She knew they were hungry, hungry to climb into her and sneak their cocks into her
pussy and pump away while their wives were at home and probably fucking the
newsboy! She laughed secretly at them, knowing she'd never go to bed with any of
them. They were like naughty schoolboys, wanting to play hooky from their wives.
Well, they could find a little strange pussy in some other corner.
"UMMMMMMM."
But wouldn't fucking some junior exec be much better than this – spread out in the
hall with a dog's head wedged between her thighs? The dog growled again, moving up
against her cunt harder, showing her who was boss. Laura dug her fingertips in to the
carpeting and started scooting back, back toward the bedroom. Shep followed, growling
all the time.
"No, bad dog."
Words were useless. He wasn't listening to her, or at least not listening to what she was
saying. He watched her, knew what she wanted, what she needed. The carpeting tickled
the bottoms of her thighs as she moved farther and farther back. At times Laura tried
closing her legs again but the dog was insistent, pushing himself between her knees and
continuing his licking. It was that gentleness, that wonderful gentle, wet brush of his
tongue combined with his insistence that made her close her eyes tight and squeeze her
fingertips hard into her palms.
"Oh God, please... Don't do this to me. I can't take it."
She was whispering, begging God to stop this awful thing. But still the scene continued,
worsening as the seconds ticked by. At times she thought of her daughter and how it
would look if Trisha were to suddenly come up and find her there in the hall letting the
dog make love to her pussy with his tongue. She almost laughed, but didn't have the
strength.
"Ohhhh!"
Shep was trying to reach her soaked panties again. His tongue stretched and curled and
brushed over the narrow band of nylon protecting her cunt. It was unreal! Laura found
herself moving back toward the dog, actually moving her hips up and forward.
It was like the times in high school when she touched herself. How new and thrilling it
had been! How deliciously naughty it seemed to touch herself, to lay awake in bed and
feel her fingers roaming around her cunt, even dipping in as far as she dared while she
fantasized about all the boys on the football team. Of course she never would have done
anything with them. Her mother had been very strict, watching her every move and
making sure she didn't date the wrong men. Oh, if only she had been around when
Brad had come into her life!
Shep was whimpering, moving the long tip of his nose from side to side. The nylon was
twisting, pressing hard up against her small, inner cuntlips. He was making progress,
the kind of progress that terrified Laura. She heard her heart pounding hard, nearly
tearing through her ribcage as the animal fucked her with his tongue. He was doing it
all, she wasn't really involved. It was as if she had somehow climbed out of her body
and was standing to one side, watching what was happening.
"Oh NO!"
Again Laura caught the dog's head in her hands and tried pushing him away. Shep
growled, pinning back his ears and staring at her through slitted eyes. He wasn't about
to be put off easily. Laura tried turning around, stretching out one hand for support.
The dog growled again, opening his mouth wide and pressing his fangs into her left
thigh, not biting, but showing her that he could.
The flush of her skin and the burning exploding of her nerves stimulated by the teasing
pain made her cry out. The dog was pushing his shoulders farther between her knees.
She felt her legs being pushed apart and let it happen. She was almost smiling, dragging
her fingers up and down her side, feeling as if she would faint from the lack of oxygen.
Laura tasted blood from her lip. She wanted to punish herself for letting things happen
as they had. She felt a tingly weakness now, the one she always experienced when she
surfaced from one of her awful, erotic dreams. She always climaxed just as she was
awakening, just when reality blended with the twisted images of her unconscious. But
none of those images were more bizarre than having a dog licking her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She sobbed and rolled to one side. The sloppy nylon twisted tighter, pulling into a rope
that fell to the side and exposed her glistening, swollen cuntlips. The dog spotted this
and growled with excitement. He lunged at the slick surfaces that had been peeled
open. Laura jerked as if touched by a live electric wire.
"UGHHHH!"
The dog was going mad, his paws braced up against her ass. He was scratching her,
moving his nose up and down against the flooding slick folds of her pussy. Laura threw
her head back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the carpeting, her feet caressing
the warm, furry sides of the big German Shepherd.
Laura no longer cared what was happening, or what was touching her, making her feel
so hot, so wonderful. She had been needing something like for years, for long, long,
lonely years! And now a dog was giving it to her, taking care of the burning itch
between her legs.
Raising herself up on her elbows once more, Laura peered heavy-lidded down at the big
dog. She could see that her juice had wet the stubby fur around his maw. His black
nostrils were wet, glistening with her pussy oil. His long tongue was curling, lolling
sloppily over her cunt, splitting the hot fuzzy cleft. He touched her clit again and again
as if he knew what it was doing to her. Perhaps he did, perhaps he – no, no! How
could a dog know what made a woman happy, satisfied?
"Ummmmm..."
Laura drew her legs together, crossing them, scissoring them lightly over the dog's
head. What a strange feeling it was having his furry head rubbing against her inner
thighs! She arched her back, rubbing her shoulder blades harder against the carpeting
while clawing her fingers into Shep's fur. He was so warm, so gentle, so firm and yet
allowing her the freedom to move her body as she wanted. Laura closed her eyes tightly
and for a moment forgot where she was. The only thing that mattered was having
something very warm and wet and soft petting her clit, spreading her cuntlips apart and
slipping down into the velvety, lining of her cunt.
Laura was growing frantic! She whipped her thighs from side to side, jerking her ass
high in the air, straining her muscles, feeding the cunt-hungry animal her pussy. She
wanted him to touch every part of her body, to lick her all over. She rolled her head
from left to right, feeling her damp, tangled blonde hair splashing over her face.
She was getting to the point of no return, that delicious point where she would find
herself sailing off into a world of loud sounds and bright lights. It had happened that
way with Brad at the beginning. For a while Laura had though nothing would ruin her
happiness. A man who could do that to a woman had to be good, had to have her best
interests at heart. Little did she know...
"Ohhh yes, yes, there, Shep, th... there!" He was touching her clit continuously now,
sliding his tongue in and out, in and out like a tiny cock. Laura could feel her nylon
crotch band pulled way to one side. Sucking in another deep breath , the woman
pushed one shaky hand down to her fuzzy cuntal mound. She was so wet, so warm and
wet. Was it her cunt juice? Was it his spit, or a combination of the two?
"No, no, NO!"
Close, so very, very close! Her head was spinning around dizzyingly as she humped her
ass up and down, up and down, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She couldn't
take any more, couldn't stand having her pussy touched like that, caressed like that by
the dog's tongue. She was going to die! Surely something this good, this hot, this
overwhelming was going to kill her.
"NO, NO OH GOD, GET AWAY!"
Laura screamed, jerking her hands forward and hitting Shep squarely in the face. The
animal keeled over, barking in confusion and fear. She couldn't go through with it. At
the last moment something, some shred of decency had reared its head and faced her,
pointing an accusing finger.
Brushing the tangled hair from her eyes Laura found herself on all fours. Shep was
behind her, lunging over her back. Once she felt his forepaws striking her ass. Oh God,
he was trying to mount her, trying to get his forelegs wrapped around her ribs so he
could edge up to her cunt and drive his knobby cock up her cunt!
"No, NO, NO!"
Laura didn't care if the whole neighborhood heard her. She felt her panties pull into a
tangled, twisted nylon rope between her asscheeks. The dog seemed to be all over her.
It was just as she'd hoped before, the sensation of being touched all over. But now
Laura didn't want it. Frantically she searched, looking for the bathroom door. It was so
hard for her to focus her thoughts, to get her mind together. And all around her, it
seemed, the animal was prancing, sticking his tongue into her cunt, then moving
around and licking her face. Laura whimpered, striking back at the growling animal,
crawling on the floor like a bitch herself, trying desperately to reach the bathroom.
"No, NO!"
She saw the door. Banging her head as an arm gave way under her, the woman found
herself halfway inside. Behind her Shep was yipping and dancing at her feet. She
dragged herself forward on her belly, stretching out one hand and grasping the chrome
supports of the basin above her. Again she kicked back at the animal, slowly drawing
her body into the cool bathroom. Her fingernails tapped the smooth tiles underneath
while she fought to knock the animal away.
"Get... away!"
Her cunt was throbbing, hot, itching to pitch itself into a mindless cum. Behind her the
animal made one last move, shoving part of his muzzle into her cuntal slit. The result
was mind-blowing. Laura jerked her knees forward, her legs kicking out like a frog's.
Bright sparks exploded in front of her eyes as she kicked, knocking the dog hard in the
maw with her right foot. Shep barked, wheeling around from the blow. It was enough
time for Laura to drag herself all the way into the little room and kick the door shut.
"Oh God, GOD!"
It wasn't over yet. She stood up, clinging to the edge of the basin. That steady, pulsing
itch in her cunt was still there. Her cuntlips were red and hot and her clit burned so
much. Rocking her hips from side to side, she dipped her ass to increase the rubbing
sensation. The friction was so good, soo good, especially when she drew her legs
together and clamped her knees hard against one another. She didn't want to stop.
She was crying, crying with tears of excited delight as she dipped and plunged and
wiggled her ass. Laura was moving so fast that a sweat broke out on her upper lip. Oh
yes, yes, she was cumming, cumming! Grabbing hold of the porcelain basin Laura
stretched her head back and let out a yowl.
"CUMMMMMMMMMMMM!"


Chapter 3

"CUMMMMMM!"
Laura was acting like an animal, her head thrown back, her thighs rubbing hard against
the moist edge of the porcelain sink. She gripped the basin tightly, the chords sticking
from her neck as her body swayed from side to side, sweat streaking her flushed skin.
The itching, throbbing sensation had quickly become an ache, a horrible, pulsing ache
that took her breath away.
Crying out again the confused blonde pushed one hand down, down her belly, fanning
out her fingers, feeling her wiry blonde cunthairs tickling the sensitive flesh beneath the
nails. And then she was touching herself, feeling the moist, dark red cuntmeat moving
under her fingertips. And still the orgasm continued, sending flashes of sexual fire to all
parts of her body.
Pitching forward Laura struck her forehead against the cool glass of the cabinet mirror.
She looked through her lashes at her reflection, her swollen flushed face, her tits that
swung out and slapped wetly together. Her feet were sliding on t he tiles, her knees
knocking against the basin supports as the pulsing ache grew worse and worse.
"CUMMMMMMM!"
Her asscheeks jiggled and bounced together as the firestorm between her white,
shivering thighs flared. She could feel her fingers slipping now, sliding off the lip of the
cool sink. She was falling, drifting away from reality, floating on a golden cloud.
Outside somewhere she could hear Shep barking, scratching at the bathroom door.
Laura started to laugh but her nervous giggle was choked off by another powerful
spasm between her legs. Snapping her knees together once more she fell backward, her
fingers losing their grip on the basin. The world seemed to turn upside down as she fell
back, struck her head hard against the door, then slipped to the floor, still sobbing and
crying with the power of her tremendous orgasm.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh... it's sooo good, soooooooo very, very good."
When she finally opened her eyes Laura found herself curled up on the bathroom floor,
her head pushed halfway under the basin. She stared at the door in front of her,
watching as Shep tried to slip one of his big furry paws under the door. He was still
whimpering, still barking, still trying to get inside the bathroom. Laura's mind drifted
back, back to the moments when she'd let him touch her with his tongue, let him lick
her thighs, her ass, her
"Ohhhhhh!"
Drawing one hand up she covered her eyes in horror. Her stomach turned over the
more she thought about what had happened, what had taken place right in her own
living room. What kind of woman was she turning into? What kind of animal was she
becoming, sitting on the sofa with a drink, her legs spread to let a German Shepherd
eat her out? It was disgusting, too awful to think about. Nearly gagging, the attractive
blonde curled one leg under her ass and forced herself up.
Steadying herself against the bathtub, Laura turned on the water, feeling the cool liquid
splash against the backs of her hands. She'd take a cold shower and let the icy spray
cool her down. And then? Well, she didn't know.
Laura's immediate reaction was to call the dog pound and let them take care of him.
But then there was Trisha. How could she explain to her daughter what had happened
and why she had had the animal destroyed? No, there had to be another answer, some
other way she could live her life without worrying about the dog and what he might.
Climbing into the tub and turning on the shower Laura straightened her back, letting
the cold water drive away those horrible, exciting thoughts concerning the dog. Even as
she tried to push Shep out of her mind one part of her brain was still thinking about
him, thinking about his wonderful, feather-soft tongue and how it had petted her clit.
No one had ever made her feel like that – not even Brad in his best moments.
She was out of patience with herself. Sex – especially this kind – just wasn't for her.
She was a good woman, a respectable woman, and something out of the ordinary had
happened. It was a momentary lapse, an accident. And it would never, never happen
again.
Shivering, Laura turned and let the cold water flood over her firm, plump asscheeks.
She was still a little high from the Scotch but wanted to get a little drunker and let the
soothing liquor push away the awful thoughts about the dog. If she had some more
Scotch she'd be able to sleep well and forget about Shep and what he'd done.
"Thank God I stopped it when I did," she whispered to herself, turning off the water
and stepping from the tub.
She dried herself, then wrapped the large, white towel around her body. Nervously the
woman opened the door but there was no Shep. Apparently he had given up and
trotted downstairs. Padding down the stairway she caught sight of the dog resting
comfortably by the fireplace. Laura stopped, unsure of her next move. But when Shep
simply looked up, his head still on his forepaws, she hurried to make herself another
Scotch. Then she picked up the phone. It was way past eleven and she was worried sick
about Trisha.
Several miles away the perky, blonde was far from worried about her mother. She was
sitting on the bed with her panties at her knees. She felt high, kind of spaced, and
Diane was giving her a questioning look. Diane was her very best friend i n the whole
world. Trisha wondered, however, why she was up there.
"And, what's wrong?" Diane insisted.
"I don't know," Trisha said, her face burning hot.
It seemed so weird to be sitting there half-undressed, her bare pussy exposed to her
friend. Of course Diane had seen her naked before in the school shower room at school
but this was different. There was another reason.
"The door's locked. Anyway, this is my room. Nobody in our house comes in without
knocking. And we'd hear 'em coming up in a second."
Trisha looked nervously at the door and shivered. She wished her mother was like that.
She never knew when Laura would come barging in, checking up on her, seeing if she
were touching herself and maybe doing something worse.
"The guys might wonder where we are and what we're doing and-"
Diane let out an impatient snort. "Those guys? I think all they like to do is play Ping
pong. They're probably making big dime bets on the next game right now."
Trisha inhaled sharply. "Maybe you're right. Still, it just seems kinda weird doing this. I
mean-"
"You wanted to come up here and find out about, about fucking and all that kinda
stuff, right?"
Trisha's eyes widened. She hadn't exactly said that but she guessed she wanted to find
out about guys, about what they wanted, and what it was to get down with a boy and
let him touch you all over. She wasn't sure if Diane had done it with a guy but her
girlfriend was certainly more precocious and outgoing than she could ever be.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"And you wanted me to show you about things. You know, touching yourself and all
that."
Trisha blushed even redder. She remembered, or half-remembered, something that had
happened years ago in the bath tub. She had been playing in the water when her
mother had come in and slapped her hands. From that time on she couldn't quite bring
herself to explore her own body.
But something was happening inside her lately, something that made her restless, made
her want to go out and do something. when she told Diane about her feelings her
friend had smiled, took her by the hand and lead her upstairs. Now Trisha could hear
the steady, dull thudding sounds of the new wave rock music cutting through the air
from downstairs.
"Yeah, guess so," she whispered, feeling the ceiling would come crashing down on her
if she were to admit such a thing in a normal voice.
"I can show you myself, but all girls aren't built alike."
Trisha's eyes widened as she watched her friend lift up her dress and peel her brief,
white nylon panties down over her knees. There was that patch of brown hair, all those
curls swept back, pointing toward her navel. "Don't be embarrassed," Diana said. I'm
not going to do anything with you. I'm not one of those kind of girls, like Miss
Dennis."
Trisha giggled nervously with Diane. Miss Dennis was their school gym instructor and
lots of her friends said the woman was a dyke, a Lesbo. Trish had never heard those
words before and wondered what they meant. Of course Diane explained the whole
process to her. From that point on Tricia had looked at the tall, skinny woman with
wonder. Did she really go home with other women? How did they – do it? what did
they use to fuck with?
It was a curious thing, but not one she particularly wanted to explore. Trisha kept her
distance from the woman but wondered about one or two of the girls who seemed to
hang around the instructor all the time. It was strange, weird, crazy!
"I hope not."
Trisha knew she was blushing violently. To cover her own shock, her embarrassment
she slipped out of her panties and wadded them into a small ball. Diane was bent over
herself, probing in the dark brown fur surrounding her pussy. With a slick, sticky little
sound her outer cuntlips sprang open and Diane beamed. Trisha felt another nervous
little shiver ripple over her flesh.
"See, there's this kind of covering."
Diane was prodding at the shiny, red flesh. Trisha knew she was built a little different
now that she'd seen Diane. Her cunt was pinker, almost like the inside of a conch shell.
She was pink and soppy wet, especially now, wetter than Diane looked. Was that good?
Diane sighed as she fingered a little nubbin of flesh. She smiled and looked up at her
friend. "I'll bet that's what Miss Dennis and the others do, you know, touch one
another like this. Maybe even put their mouths to it and suck."
"Diane!" Trisha was surprised at hearing her best friend talk like that.
"All right, I won't say anything more about that. That's my clit, see?" the girl said,
changing the topic and lying back a little further. "You got one too, unless you're really
a guy in disguise."
The girls giggled nervously again.
"No, I think I have one like yours. But it's smaller," Trisha admitted.
"It's gonna get bigger, especially when you rub it."
To illustrate her point the girl spread her knees wider. Trisha did the same thing,
feeling her cunt open. She was almost completely hairless and could see her cuntal slit
without any problem. Her hairlessness was another embarrassment to her. She wished
she could have lots of hair around her pussy like her mother. Laura had hair, lots of it,
nice, brown, female hair.
Tricia brushed her fingers over the downy, plump cuntlips between her spread thighs.
Gingerly she pried her pussy open and looked into it. The tiny pink bump was
swimming in a flood of juice. She knew she was juicy because Diane and s he had been
talking a lot about fucking and about how guys were built and how girls were built and
how a girl went about bringing herself off. Trisha had never fingerfucked herself before
but something had prompted this trip up to Diane's small bedroom.
"Ohhhhh!"
Her girlfriend was really warming to the task. Tricia watched as Diana squirmed her
back on the bed, making the springs groan with her movements. when they talked
about cumming and about how it felt when a woman reached climax, Trisha didn't
really have anything experiences to compare with her girlfriend.
"Come on, Trisha, do what I'm doing. God, it feels good, especially when you think
about a guy doing it to you. You want one of the guys downstairs to do it to you?"
The question came out in a shaky, throaty voice. That change in Diane's voice was
spooky, almost frightening. Trisha wondered if she'd change like that once she started
dipping her finger in and out of her pussy.
"See, you got a clit right there," Diane said, leaning over and peering down at her
girlfriend's hot, moist pussy.
Trisha put her finger down and touched the tiny bead of her clit. The small shock
resulting from that light touch made her straighten her back. She sucked in a shuddery
breath, licking her dry lips. She felt wrong, suddenly very, very, wrong. The memory of
Laura saying something as she was sitting there in the bathroom came back to her. But
that was a long time ago.
"Ohhh..."
"Doesn't that feel wild?"
"Yeah..."
Trisha heard her own voice and was surprised at the shaky, low quality of it. She was
getting turned on by touching herself, as turned on as Diane was.
"Sometimes I squirt a little hand lotion on it, you know? Then I work it around in
circles with both hands. Jesus, just talkin' about it makes me want to do it again," the
girl moaned, closing her eyes and rubbing her fingers around her juicing pussy.
"Don't you ever get sick?"
Diane wrinkled her forehead and frowned at her dumb girlfriend. "Sick? It makes me
feel great. Don't let all those stupid stories about touching yourself get you down,"
Diane said, sighing again as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. "It's lots of fun
and you don't have to worry about some guy getting you knocked up."
"What about after. Don't you feel like maybe you did something, well, something kinda
wrong?"
Diane shook her head. "Not me. I just feel kinda sleepy and warm. Sometimes I stick a
pillow between my legs then go right off to sleep."
The brunette sighed again, letting her finger stray back down between her cuntlips.
Trisha glanced enviously at her friend's bush of fluffy, brown hair. It was the exact same
shade of the hair on her head. And the way it fringed her cunt and made a neat little
triangle below her belly seemed awfully sexy to Tricia.
"I sure wish I had, had, well, you know, more hair. Like you."
"It's cause you're so blonde, Trisha. I mean, you're a real blonde. Blondes don't have
much body hair. I heard my mother talking about that one time. It depends on what
genes you inherited, I guess."
Trisha nodded, smelling the young heat of her body. It smelled good, real good,
exciting. Nothing in the world smelled like that. Would a guy get real excited when he
smelled it? Would she ever have the courage to let a guy do things to her to make that
happen? She sighed again, inhaling the smell and liking it even more. She liked a lot of
things that were happening to her. She often wanted to ask her mother about things
but always felt that Laura didn't really want to talk about it.
Diane turned and looked at her friend curiously. "It seems funny that you never, oh,
you know, fooled around with your cunt before." She shrugged off-handedly. "Like in
the tub or something."
Trisha shook her head, her eyes closed. "I just thought about it. I've looked a couple of
times, though."
Diane laughed. "You know Mary Anne Beddingfield? Well," she said, lowering her
voice and speaking in a whispery tone, "her aunt showed her how to finger-fuck herself
and she showed me. I've been doing it ever since junior high at least three times a
week. And I don't feel sick or anything. That kind of talk's dumb."
Trisha watched her friend get up and walk to the dresser. She came back and sat down
heavily on the bed, holding a small, thick necked bottle in one hand.
How she admired Diane's tits, envied them, even. She wished she had full, thunderous
tit mounds like her friend. Her own tits seemed as if they would never mature. They
made nice, soft swells on her body and the nipples were tiny and baby pink, but she
wished she had nipples like her friend's, nice dark ones that jutted out sexily from the
equally dark circles surrounding them.
Diane took off the top of the bottle.
"Just some lotion. Want to watch me?"
Trisha felt her face flushing red again. "I don't, don't know. I guess so."
Trisha swallowed a lump of excitement. Already her girlfriend was sprinkling drops of
lotion onto her fingertips. With one hand she spread her outer cuntlips back while she
rubbed the slick liquid into the crack. It sounded squishy and wet. Trisha felt a thrill in
her cunt as she saw the fleshy nub of Diane's clit rise from its hood. The brunette licked
her lips, half-shutting her eyes.
Trisha could still hear the thudding music and wondered if Diane's mother would
wonder where they were and come up.
"I sure wish boys knew how to feel a girl up like this. Warren acts like he's trying to
change a spark-plug or something and he doesn't kiss much better."
"How do you... do it?"
Trisha let her cunt slip closed, raised one hand and sniffed at her fingertip.
"Get some lotion. Try it yourself."
Trisha blushed, stretching out her hand. This was terribly wicked, and yet a driving
force made her do it, made her follow her friend's advice, not caring where all this was
going to lead.


Chapter 4

"Are you sure it's all right? I mean, I don't want to do something that's..."
"Trisha," Diane breathed, narrowing her eyes and staring at her friend angrily. "Don't
be such a damned baby. You wanted to know how it felt to touch yourself. Well, come
on!"
Diane leaned back on the bed, spreading her white thighs even more. She kicked the
balls of her feet against the mattress cover, tightening her asscheeks and squirming
them over the wrinkled bedspread as her fingers started roaming more freely over her
cunt.
"Wow, it feels, ohhhhhh, feels soooo good. I'm glad we came up here. Ohhhh yeah,
yeah, it feels real goooooood!"
Trisha was turning red for her friend. She had never seen Diane like this, had never
pictured her friend turning on like this. It was as if she were peering into the bathroom
and watching the girl.
"Ummmmm, come on, try it."
Diane was using her middle finger. Trisha noticed that her girlfriend rubbed it way
down her pussy and, then brought it back slowly. Her finger moved up, up, stopping
each time to give a lingering tickle to her clit. As far as Tricia could tell there wasn't the
hint of an opening to Diane's cunt. Even with her thighs stretched apart her cunt
looked like a soft stretch of solid flesh. She swallowed nervously again, then dabbed
some of the baby oil on her fingers. And when she saw that her friend wasn't watching
she shoved the slick digit between her outer labes.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Diane was right! It was a wonderful feeling, something she had never experienced
before in her whole young life. She gasped and fell back, feeling her legs spreading
apart farther, the backs rubbing sensuously against the coverlet. The feel of those hot
slick folds clenching her finger was enough to make her really dizzy but she kept
rubbing, not really sure of what it would bring.
"You're still a virgin, right?"
The question startled Trisha. She stopped finger-fucking herself for a while and raised
herself from the bed, staring back at her friend.
"Yes. You?"
"Yeah. But don't tell Natalie Walton. She thinks Warren and I..."
Diane flashed her a big smile. Trisha smiled back. She could understand things. Natalie
Walton had been after Warren for a whole year.
The feeling of her oily fingers rubbing the secret hollows of her body gave Tricia more
courage than she usually had. She tried calming down her broken breathing by
steadying the up and down strokes of her finger.
"I wonder what it feels like. You know, having a guy on top of you and all that," Trisha
breathed.
"You mean fucking?"
The word sounded like a gunshot in the small room. Both girls choked at it, their
bodies squirming more frantically than before at the sound of it.
"Yeah!"
Trisha had found her spot, that special spot that made her jerk her legs apart. Her
breathing changed again and grew more shaky, more shallow, catching at times.
"I know it must hurt when they break your cherry. I think I'd just about pass out."
Trisha looked over at her friend. Diane's eyes were glazed, spacy. She was shooting up,
up to that secret world of orgasm. Instinctively Trisha knew it, could see where her
friend was going, and it made her hot, really hot to think about it.
"I can hardly wait! I mean, it's gotta be the best feeling in the whole world!" Diane
panted, drawing her knees up to her chest then letting them flop back down to the bed
again. The springs groaned again, the bed shivering as the girl bounced about. "I mean,
if touching yourself feels like this, can you imagine what it's gonna be like when a guy
fucks you?"
Trisha couldn't. "It's gotta be real good. But I'm still scared though."
Diane nodded quickly in agreement, took a deep breath, then quickened the
movements of her finger. Trisha watched the changes in her friend's motions. The girl's
belly swelled with tension as she heaved and thrashed on the mattress. Her breaths
became more rapid, more raspy and shallow. Her thighs were ridged with tensed
muscles and she was pointing her toes out against the mattress. Her hand was moving
around and around in circles, her finger dipping regularly in and out of her fuzzy cunt.
Then she had two fingers fucking her pussy as Trisha looked on, and then a third
slipped in! The blonde watched in horrified wonder as Diane jerked and bounced, her
cunt swollen and red around the edges.
"Ohhhhh, it feels, feels real... ughhhhhh... real itchy!"
Trisha had an idea of what the brunette meant. Her own pussy was getting tight and
kind of itchy too. But it was nothing compared to what Diane was going through.
Diane was rolling her hips slowly from side to side and moving her cuntal mound up
against her fucking fingers. Two movements, fucking fingers, fucking cunt, each motion
exciting and intensifying the other. Sweat streaked her friend's face, making her clothes
cling to her body. Trisha felt she should look away as Diane pitched herself into
orgasm. But she couldn't. She had to watch what the girl was going through.
Diane was heavier than Trisha, her flesh quivering as she bounced uncontrollably on
the mattress. Trisha tried moving her lithe hips in the same way. She leaned back on
the bed next to her friend and started pumping her ass up and down, letting her
fingertips just graze her cut. Immediately a rush of unfamiliar thrills shot through her
body, making her head swim. Her thighs felt as if someone had spilled burning gasoline
all over them.
Shutting her eyes Trisha felt the sensation of the blanket under her asscheeks and the
touch prickled her to a bouncy, humping rhythm. She spread her legs too, glancing
down at Diane every few seconds. The girl was licking her lips a lot and panting like a
dog.
"Oh wow... uhhhh... ohhh yeah, yeah, I start... ohhhh... start cumming real fast when...
when I... I... oooohhhhhh!"
Trisha watched her friend rush out of control and groaned. The strange, convulsive way
Diane was moving seemed scary, almost unnatural. Her legs were bent at the knee and
jerked up, nearly touching her tits. Then she rolled to the right, letting her legs flop
down again. She dug at the mattress with her heels, jerking her shoulders back and
forth. Her curly brown hair splashed over the pillow, tangling wetly at the corners of
her mouth. The girl couldn't talk any more. She was panting out meaningless phrases,
telling someone to fuck her, something to eat her out while her three fingers were
sticking rapidly in and out of her pussyhole.
"OHHHHHHHHH!"
Trisha glanced nervously at the door once more. Diane was making such loud noises
she was thankful for all that loud music. The girl was babbling out something else and
Trisha had the idea she shouldn't really be watching. But she couldn't help it. Just
seeing her friend pitching and rolling like a crazy woman on the bed made her body
feel all warm and buzzy.
"NOOOOOOO!"
But she knew she'd never be able to make herself have a climax when someone was
watching – at least someone like a girlfriend, another woman. And how could she let a
boy do it to her? Trisha didn't know, although she had a feeling that she'd find out.
"CUMMMMMMMMM!"
It was so confusing. Watching Diane go wild in front of her, Tricia didn't know what to
think.
"Sooo good, sooo good. Ughhhhhhhh... ohhhh, sooooo GOOOOOOOD!"
Diane went wild, rolling suddenly onto her belly. She clenched her thighs tightly
together, her fingers still squishing wetly between her cuntlips. Trisha felt her throat go
dry as she watched her best friend pump her ass up and down in a fucking motion.
Strange as it all seemed, Diane looked pretty all stretched out, her legs together, her
toes fanned out, her hands out of sight under her belly as she jerked her ass around in
circles. Up and down, up and down the bed went, jerking violently as the young
brunette started to cum.
"OOHOOOOHOHH!"
Diane's face was red and pinched, as if she were in pain. But Trisha knew it wasn't hurt
she was experiencing. The idea of having a pleasure intense enough to make her friend
jerk and groan like that made her shiver. Diane cried out like a wounded animal and
stretched out a hand to grab hold of one of the pillows. She was frantic, crying out
something Trisha couldn't understand. Then she jammed the pillow between her legs
and clamped it hard. She was pumping her ass wildly now. It was as if the pillow was a
guy, Trisha thought.
The blonde trembled again, gouging a little harder against her clit. She felt more than
ever as if she were eaves dropping. She was embarrassed and frightened at the same
time. Would her body act the same way? Would she be pitching and tossing on the bed
and grabbing at anything in sight when she felt herself topping over the edge? Did she
have enough guts to let it all out the way Diane did, not caring what anyone thought as
long as she was having a good time? She hoped so! She could already tell that she was
capable of a climax just as powerful as the one her best friend was experiencing right
now.
"OOOOOWOOWOOWWWWW!"
Trisha felt she should stuff a sock or something in Diane's mouth. What if someone
were to come walking by and hear her friend screeching like that? They'd know
something was up. And if they saw two girls walking out together after those sounds...
Again the girl thought about the stories she'd heard about the gym instructor and
reddened.
"WARREN!"
Diane was off in her little world. Trisha swung her legs over the edge of the bed and
reached for her panties that lay in a heap near the foot of the bed. Diane was calming
down now, moving her body like a snake, rubbing her tits, her belly, her thighs against
the groaning mattress. Trisha glanced at her one more time, then modestly dropped her
eyes.
She felt good, not ashamed of anything so easy to understand. She felt just kind of
spacy, a feeling that she had just peeked into a new world of which she would soon be a
part. Diane had lead her to the doorway and now it was up to her to cross over the
threshold.
"I'll go down and keep the guys happy," she told Diane, snaking her panties up and
straightening her party dress.
"Mmmmmm."
Bending over she buckled her sandals and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. In
the glass she could still see Diane moving her body from side to side, her ass calmer
now. The juicy heat in her cunt was already soaking through her panties but Tricia
couldn't bother with that right now. She knew Diane's mother would be wondering
where they were. Unlocking the door Trisha tip-toed from the room, closing it behind
her. Halfway down the hall she bumped into her girlfriend's mom.
"You girls shouldn't run off from your dates like that. Almost all the others have left.
And, oh, your mother called. I think she's worried, although she sounded relieved when
I told her that you and Diane were off somewhere talking. I told her you'd be right
home."
"Thank you Mrs. Welisley," Trisha said, avoiding the older woman's eyes. Would she
suspect something had been going on? Just how well did she know her daughter? Trisha
didn't want to press the point and brushed past her.
"What were you girls doing anyway?"
"Just talking," Trisha muttered, rushing down the stairs.
Diane's mom had been right. There was hardly anyone around. Warren was there,
sipping a half-empty coke can and talking to Hank Hampton, her date. The music had
been turned down and so had the lights. Diane's mom was chatting with one of the
girls, glancing every now and then up the stairs curiously.
"Hey, I wondered where you'd gone to. Warren and I've been sitting down here talking
half the night," Hank said, standing up and straightening his T-shirt.
"Oh, girl talk and all that," Trisha said a little breathlessly.
Her cunt was so hot, so boiling hot! And having someone like Hank standing in front
of her wasn't helping any. Her mother's decision to limit her to one date a month
actually made her more curious about going all the way. But she didn't think she was
ready to go quite that far. Still, with Hank, who knew?
She had seen him on the football field several times at the home games, his thick
muscled body neatly cutting through the opposing school's defenses as he ran for goal
after goal. Lots of girls at school were crazy for him and he had something of a
reputation, although none of the girls who'd dated him ever admitted to anything more
than some heavy petting. But what girl would publicly admit she was a whore and had
been between some guy's legs? In spite of all her bravado up in the bedroom, Trisha
wasn't sure if she'd even tell Diane she'd fucked a guy once she'd really done it.
"It's getting kinda late. Come on, I'll drive you back home," Hank offered.
Tricia had been surprised when he'd come up to her just after history class and asked
her to come to this party. It was time for her monthly date so Trisha knew she'd have
no problem in getting her mother's permission. Permission! The thought made her
laugh bitterly. All the other girls at school couldn't believe the rules laid down by Laura.
Still, Tricia had to obey them if she wanted to keep living at home. But now that spring
vacation was upon them all. Trisha hoped her mother would relax her rules.
"Okay. Diane'll be down in a minute, Warren," Tricia said, blushing as she stared at the
young man fiddling with his fingers. If he only knew just how hot Diane was for him!
"What were you two talking about up there anyway?" Hank asked as they stepped out
into the cool night.
Trisha felt her heart skip a beat. Did he suspect something? No, that was impossible!
No one could possibly guess that she and her girlfriend had gotten off together while
talking about guys. It was just too strange, too weird.
"Oh, things."
Trisha didn't particularly like Hank pursuing his questions any further. She folded her
arms over her chest, liking the sensation of the cool air on her bare arms as Hank
walked her down to the car. He started to open the car door for her, but Trisha hurried
ahead and did it for herself. She always felt a little silly when a guy did things for her.
"Hope your mom doesn't mind you getting home this late," Hank said, sliding into the
car and slamming his door shut.
"It's my fault. Besides, I think she was relieved when she talked to Diane's mom."
Trisha almost giggled again. What would her mother have said if she knew what the
two of them had been doing upstairs in the bedroom? Again the girl felt a flush of
sexual heat race through her pussy, making her tense, eager cuntmuscles spasm and
snap shut.
"Okay, I guess."
Hank pulled away from the curb and headed toward the center of town. It wasn't more
than ten minutes to the big house Trisha called home. There had been a time when
she'd thought she'd never be able to look at that house without feeling sick. That was
the bad time, the time when her mom and dad were going through the divorce. She
remembered once when her father brought home some woman, a woman that made
her mother fly into a rage.
Maybe that was why her mother had never dated again. After all the fuss and bother
with her father perhaps Laura was tired of going through it again, Trisha didn't know.
But something inside her told her life at home would be much easier if her mother
went out every now and then. She sighed, staring at the street lights that flashed by as
they sped down the deserted streets.
"Sure glad you went with me to the party," Hank said to break the silence.
The sound of his thick voice broke her trance. Trisha brushed back her long blonde hair
and turned around, staring at the handsome young athlete. Her heart jumped once
more. Again she thought of the conversation she and Diane had upstairs about guys.
How would she feel having Hank's fingers roaming up and down her body, feeling her
pussy, pinching the lips together, dipping into her cunt? Just thinking about it made
her feel all squirmy and hot inside.
She moved her asscheeks on the soft car seat, hoping Hank couldn't tell how excited
she was! Wow, would she have a time in bed tonight with herself, especially now that
she knew what to do with her fingers!
"It was fun," Trisha said.
She could see his handsome features in silhouette as the glare of the street lights threw
bright beams past the window. He was a good looking guy, little dull, but extremely
good looking and well-built. Trisha didn't want a real scholar for a date anyway. She
wouldn't know what to do with someone like that. Hank was good enough for her,
instinctively she guessed that.
"Yeah, lots of fun."
Trisha enjoyed being with Hank and knew they could have even more fun if she let her
defenses down a little. And tonight she felt special vibrations passing between them –
or was that her own imagination, her thoughts warping reality? Trisha didn't know. It
was all so mixed up, confusing. In a way she wished she hadn't had that "session" with
Diane.
They turned into the drive of her house and Hank shut off the engine and then the
lights.
"You wanna come in for a little bit?"
The words had come from nowhere. It was almost as if someone else had said that.
How strange!
"Sure, if it's okay with your mom."
Glancing at the darkened house she was sure Laura was asleep. There'd be no one to
stop something if Hank tried to make a move. That thought, that delicious thought,
hung in her mind as she slipped out of the car and walked toward her house. Fucking.
Fucking. Again she thought about her conversation with Diane and wondered if ever
she'd have the courage to go through with it.


Chapter 5

"Thought you might want a snack or something," Trisha said, seeing her mother had
turned off all the lights. That wasn't like Laura. In fact, the girl half-expected to find her
mother sitting in the living room wearing that same thin, disapproving smile she always
wore whenever Trisha had disobeyed her. Perhaps her mother was sick.
"Thanks. I am kind of hungry," Hank said, smoothing his fingers through his black
hair.
Had he taken her hand – or had she given it to him? It really wasn't important. They
walked through the darkened living room and through the doorway into the kitchen.
Trisha paused for a second, letting Hank bump into her. She waited, one finger on the
light switch. Was he going to do something? What did it take, an open invitation in
writing? Trisha sighed, about to turn on the light when she felt his hand touch her
wrist, her shoulder, her waist. She felt him turning her around and could barely see his
handsome face. Her heart beating like a triphammer, Trisha tilted her face up, parting
her lips slightly then remembering to lick them a second before her date's mouth came
down.
"Ummmmmmm..."
She was moaning through the long, hot kiss. It was something she and Diane had
talked about, something they decided guys liked. They enjoyed feeling their dates were
turning on fast, even though it took some time for a girl to really get warmed up.
Tonight, however, was an exception. All that talk about fucking, about guys, and the
playing around in Diane's bedroom had been almost too much for the young blonde.
Tricia could feel her juices flowing now, soaking down the already dampened crotch
panel of her nylons. She felt the wet, soft material clinging to her hot cuntlips,
unsticking at times and sliding from side to side, making her feel so warm and hot and
tight down between her legs!
"Ohhhhh Trisha," Hank moaned, burying his faced in the nape of her neck.
It was so wild, so awfully wild and good. She curved her body against his chest and
belly. Her thigh was warm where his crotch was and she felt something hard,
something big and swelling, pushing outward, tenting up the front of his Levi's. A cock,
a guy's cock, good and hard and thick, just like she and Diane had been talking about.
Did she have the nerve to do it, to go through with something like fucking a guy right
under her mother's nose? The thought both terrified and excited her. Trisha held more
tightly onto the young stud.
"You want something to eat?" she asked again in a small voice.
"Yeah, but it's not in the frig."
Trisha shivered at that response. She and Diane had talked about guys eating out girls
and about girls going down on guys. The thought that he was going to touch her with
his mouth was making her dizzy. It was going all so fast. For a second Trisha felt she
needed some time, some breathing space before she made a decision about going all the
way with Hank.
"Ummmmmm..."
And then he was back again, taking her mouth and forcing her to open it farther than
she ever had before. The daring of it, the touch of his tongue against hers as it searched
deeper in her mouth created a ripple of feverish tingles coursing over her flesh. Just
when he was pulling her tighter against him the girl eased her mouth away.
"Ohhhh, don't Hank. I, I don't know why I'm doing this. I usually don't. I mean, my
mom only lets me date once a month and... and I guess I don't know how to act... and
all that," she said a little shamefacedly.
"Hey, don't get bent outta shape about it," Hank said, pulling away slightly and
chucking her under the chin. "Ol' Hank's gonna show you what to do."
The words made her tremble. Why couldn't she tell him to leave her alone, to get out
of the house before her mother came down and discovered them? The hum of the
refrigerator was behind her. All was normal, normal except for the feelings rushing
through her mind and body.
Where had these feelings come from? Where had her words of excitement come from?
Just saying them gave her something she'd never experienced before – a new freedom,
a sense of discovery. It was something she and Diane had talked around and now it was
coming into focus with Hank in her arms.
He was kissing the base of her throat, trailing his tongue along to her shoulders, his
hands smoothing up and down her body. He was gathering up fistfuls of her dress and
hauling it up higher, higher, exposing more and more of her legs. She knew she should
tell him to stop and order him out of the house but her voice seemed paralyzed. All she
could do was stand there and moan , feeling his hot hands pawing her body while his
tongue did magical things to her mind.
"UmmmmmmOOOOHHHH!"
She knew his cock had to be very, very hard. She and Diane had talked about guys,
giggling as they told stories they'd overheard at school. One of the girls complained
that her boyfriend always came on her belly, shaking and jerking all over. Guys were so
hot, so anxious to get off. It was a lot different with girls – or so Trisha and Diane
thought.
The idea of having some guy stick his prick in her fast and shooting off didn't
particularly appeal to Tricia. But having him go slowly, working his cock gently into her
while kissing and handling her was more exciting. She wondered just what kind of
lover
Hank would make as he smoothed his hands behind her shoulder blades and started
unzipping her dress.
"No, no..."
He smothered her protests with another long, tonguing kiss. Tricia felt herself growing
more and more excited. She was starting to dare more than she'd ever dared in her life.
Fanning her fingers down the front of his chest she passed over the cold hardness of his
belt buckle. Did she have the courage to, to actually undress him, to pull his pants
down and find out just how big he was? With his tongue smoothing over hers, Trisha
felt she could do anything.
"Ohhhhhh..."
She was rubbing over the stretched bump in the front of his Levi's. It was so warm,
almost hot! Hank let out a groan, nuzzling wildly in her hair. He was moaning
something and hunching up against her hand. God, just touching him lightly like that
was turning him crazy!
"Yeah, yeah," he sighed in her ear, flicking the tip of his tongue into the waxy canal.
What would his prick be like? What would it feel like resting in her fingers, twitching
and jerking in her palm? His cock would probably be heavy and hot, from what she'd
been lead to understand. Trisha sighed with the idea of something so wonderfully
forbidden, so sexual. She felt as if she was way outside herself, as if she'd taken on
another personality that had been hidden in her mind all these years. Trisha felt like
breaking out of the dullness of the past school year, out of the home that was stifling
her. She wanted to do something really wild, something that would lead a new color to
her life. Maybe this was it, letting Hank have his way with her.
"Ohhhh, kiss me again," she whispered, draping her thin arms around his shoulders.
She felt Hank shivering again when she squeezed the hard lump in his pants. Turning
slightly to the right, Trisha let him wet her neck with his lips. Oh God, God, she felt
one of his hands close over hers and force it to pull down the zipper tab and open his
pants.
What made Diane any more adventurous than she was? Tricia wondered. There was no
reason why she had to take her friend's word for everything. Her heart was pounding
like it never had before. She kissed Hank wetly as she rubbed his hard cock through
two layers of clothing.
"Oh yeah, yeah," he moaned, stumbling forward, shoving the girl up against the
rumbling refrigerator.
Trisha felt as weak as a rag doll, unable to do anything except lay back and let Hank
direct the action. Her legs were so wobbly, her knees threatening to give way at any
second while her back rubbed back and forth over the smooth, cool surface of the
refrigerator.
"Oh no, not... that, please..."
Hank was sliding his left hand up under her blouse. She felt him working a button
loose with his other hand, then another button. She was letting him, letting him strip
her, letting undress her right in her own kitchen. When he finished and parted the thin
cotton garment he began on her bra. Trisha let out a tiny gasp as she felt the halter
straps loosen around her shoulders, then fall away from her body. Tilting her head back
again she sighed, feeling her hard, pink nipples burning to be touched.
Hank kissed her right under her tits, then let his lips push farther. Trisha went limp as
his mouth slid up, up until the lips cupped around one hard nipple. He was mouthing
her tit, letting his front teeth nip around the dark pink areola while flicking his tongue
wildly back and forth over the hard lump of flesh. At the same time he was cupping her
other tit with one hand, kneading the resilient flesh, all the while humping against her
willing body.
Trisha thought she was going to faint. Bright lights popped in front of her while her
feet slipped over the tiled kitchen floor.
"Ohhhh, you don't know what you're doing. Oh God, you're, uhhh... you're killing
me," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side against the refrigerator door.
Hank was growing more and more wild, his tongue licking her other nipple, his hands
reaching down for the hem of her dress. Tricia knew it was going too far. She didn't
want her mother suddenly appearing in the doorway, a hand on the light switch and
look of justified horror on her face as she saw her daughter there on the floor with God
only knows what happening on top of her!
"Not here," she whispered, somehow managing to shove Hank away from her.
"Trisha!"
"Not here. We got a place, outside, over the garage. Kind of a guest house. Come on,"
Trisha said, taking his hand and leading him through the kitchen.
"Hey, what?"
"Oh, it's only Shep. Hey, boy, come on, it's okay. He's a friend," Trisha said, bending
down and scratching her fingers behind the German Shepherd's pointed ears. He was
nosing her crotch, whining and trembling while his bushy tail wagged friendily from
side to side. "Come on, be a good boy and go back to your food."
Hank looked back at the dog, shrugged, then followed the girl out the back door. They
hurried past the garden, past the two oaks that grew on either side of the small concrete
path that lead to the garage, then up the narrow wooden stairs that wound around one
side of the building to a door.
"Must've been a maid's quarters or something," Hank commented as Trisha opened the
door and stumbled in.
"My dad fixed it up a long time ago," Trisha whispered, feeling her pulse increase
terribly the moment Hank closed the door behind him.
There was nothing to. stop them now, nothing that would interrupt the two of them as
they explored each other. The idea that she was on her own, that she was the only thing
that would slow down or hurry up their love-making, excited the hell out of Trisha.
"I'm scared," she admitted, the light from a near-by street lamp barely illuminating the
large, musty room.
"I want you so bad, Trisha. Hell, I've wanted you bad for a long time, a real long time."
"But-"
Hank didn't give the girl any time to protest. He put his hand on top of hers again,
having drawn up tightly against her body. Trisha knew what he wanted, what he was
silently demanding. He wanted her to pull out his prick and finger it, to – she didn't
want to think past that, didn't want to think the consequences of her actions might be.
All Trisha was to live for was the moment, the immediate second of pleasure that was
tingling her cunt, nothing more.
"Come on, baby, come on."
Trisha swallowed hard, feeling her fingers grip the zipper tab once more, then feeling
them pull it down with Hank's guidance. Her fingers were trembling. There, it was
done.
There was more fumbling as he unbuttoned the top of his Levi's, then shoved them
down. Trisha thought she was going to pass out. It was too much. She couldn't believe
she was actually doing this, actually standing alone with a strange guy, undressing him.
"Come on, baby, come on, go all the way."
With that she felt him move her hands to the elastic waistband of his jockeys – the last
barrier. Trisha sucked in air through her burning nostrils and felt her brain grow light
and buzzy as she pulled down. There was the sound of cotton rubbing over his thighs.
But she couldn't bring herself to look down.
Instead, she closed her eyes again, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her soft
thighs. Oh yes, yes, it was going to happen! She was going to let him touch her, to do
things to her – what, exactly, Trisha didn't know. She was still confused, unsure about
herself and sex. How she wished her mother had been more open with her and told her
about the facts of life instead of having hidden them.
Something very hot, very long and thick touched the nylon front of her panties. Hank
had inched her dress up and hiked it around her waist. He was hugging her small body
so close and she felt the thick shaft of his cock.
His cock! A prick! It was happening, really happening! She was having a man's cock
touching her, rubbing up against the front of her body. How good and warm and
exciting it was!
"You know, if your mom ever found us like this I'd probably have to leave town." He
laughed easily, smoothing his fingers over her bare back. "But hell, I don't care. It's
worth it. I think you've got one of the best bodies around school, you know that?"
"Really?" She was smiling, glad he couldn't see her face.
"Yeah. I like real thin girls like you. Bet you don't weight much over a hundred."
"A hundred five," Trisha said.
"Nice, thin and... hot!"
With that he covered his mouth over hers again. Trisha tilted her face to make their lips
squirm together. He was touching her all over – her tits, her belly, then finally her ass.
How he loved to touch her ass, to spread his fingers out wide and cup her firm
asscheeks, kneading them like loaves of bread, sinking his fingers into the soft, resilient
flesh while spreading the taut halves apart. When he pushed her asscheeks apart the
tension made her cuntlips unstick and finally rub together . It was a wild feeling and it
made her groan and press her knees up hard against his and lean back further.
"Baby, baby, I can't take much more of this fuckin' teasing."
Trisha wrinkled her forehead with worry. What did he mean? Were they going to go
further? Did she have the courage to let him go further, to actually let him fuck her?
She and Diane had giggled about the possibility of getting fucked, had even hoped
some guy would have the guts to take one of them out and fuck her. But now this was
reality, not just girl talk.
"No, I..."
But those forces took over her mind and body, blotting out any resistance to Hank's
power. Hank was sliding his hands slowly around her hip, slipping his fingers down her
flat belly until he could curl them under her nylon-covered cuntal mound. Then he
knew just how hot she was for him, just how much she was juicing when he touched
her. She heard him sigh the moment his fingers touched the damp nylon, his fingers
curling around the elastic legband, stretching the material away from her pussy.
"UGHHHHH!"
Hank's touch was somewhat rough, not as soft and gentle as when she'd touched
herself up in Diane's bedroom. But the fact that it was his hand, his movements, his
fingers touching her, more than compensated for his lack of finesse.
"Oh God, it feels so good, real good," Trisha admitted.
He was pushing her backwards in the partially darkened room. She noticed he was
peering over her shoulders, guiding her somewhere. Then she felt the backs of her legs
bump up against something. The bed, the one her mother had put up there just in case
someone came over for a visit. She pushed herself forward, uncertain whether or not
she wanted to go so far. But Hank shoved her down until she lost her balance and, with
a small, sharp, cry, toppled back onto the bed.
"OH!"
In an instant the young stud was all over her, his hands holding her shoulders down,
his knees spreading her legs apart while his mouth was cemented on top of hers. Trisha
didn't have enough time to think, enough time to wonder whether or not she wanted to
go this far. There was nothing in her mind except sensations, whirling, hot sensations,
the sensation of Hank's hot, hard-muscled body on top of hers. It was the culmination
of months of fantasy coming true right under her own roof.
"No, oh NO!"
He was licking her nipples, mouthing them again, sucking them hard while lashing
them with his tongue. Trisha arched her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against
the sagging mattress while her legs brushed over the wrinkled top sheet. The room was
quiet, except for her moans and the sounds of Hank's shallow, uneven breathing.
"Baby, baby..."
His hip bones bumped hers. The way he touched her and mouthed her nipples while
stroking the backs of his fingers over her belly drove her wild. Trisha squeezed her
asscheeks together, jerking them up and grinding her hot pussy against his cock. Just
for an instant Trisha thought about letting go and letting him have his way – fucking
her, popping through her cherry. How good it would be to have something that hot,
that hard, ramming in and out of her tiny body.
"Real nice, real hot," Hank gasped, trying to slide down her panties.
Trisha gasped, shoving her ass down hard. No, no, she couldn't go through with it. No,
it was wrong, somehow. Images of her mother's disapproving face floated in front of
her as she desperately tried to keep her panties on.


Chapter 6

"Come on, touch it, feel my cock," Hank said.
Trisha shivered, unsure if she should do it or not. Then curiosity got the better of her
and she pushed one hand between them, curling her fingers around his cock. Hank
moaned, his body shaking violently. He was a male – hairy, strong, insistent. But when
she started moving her hand up and down, jerking his cock, how weak he seemed. For
a moment, just for a moment, she seemed in control.
"Yeah, oh yeah Trisha. That's it. Move your, ughhhh... move your fingers up and down
like that. Ohhhh fuck! You're gonna make me pop you keep doin' like that."
Trisha was surprised how his cock felt. It was hard as steel, but the outer skin moved
easily over that stiffness. And up toward the end the feel was completely different. The
head flared out and was spongy.
Hank grunted, squirming his hips against hers. Even in the dark she could see the
pained expression on his face. It reminded her of the expression Diane had had
moments before she started twisting around on the bed and came. She didn't want
Hank cumming before she had a chance to feel what an orgasm was! Easing off, Trisha
pulled her fingers away, drawing her hand back to her side. She wasn't about to bring
him off and leave herself high and dry.
"Shit, I could freak out with you doin' that all the time."
Hank kissed her neck, her shoulders, pulling her back while his knees shoved up and
under her rolling asscheeks. He was trying to fuck her, trying to work his cock into her
cunt. Trisha felt him sliding his fingers up under the elastic of her panties and her mind
whirled. Should she actually let him touch her? Could she trust him to do just that?
Trisha didn't know, wasn't sure.
"Christ!"
His fingers clutched at the underside of her cuntal mound. She felt them pushing the
wet nylon up into her crack, rubbing the slick, silky material over the folds and hollows
of her unplowed pussy, then pushing it up against her clit. It felt good, better than
when she had rubbed the lotion over that tiny nub and felt sparks of delight showering
into her hot, clutching pussy.
"Ohhhhh..."
Trisha sucked in a deep breath, digging her chin into Hank's shoulder. He was pressing
her down, trying to get her panties off and climb into her cunt. He was so heavy. She
knew he wanted her completely naked, wanted to fuck her silly. Yes, that was the word,
the word that explained what the boy was trying to do to her. How those words made
her shiver, how they terrified her! They had such a dangerous sound – and yet a sound
that made her smile inside.
"No, don't, don't... don't put your, your thing in me."
Her words had no immediate effect on the young stud. He was smoothing his hands
down the sides of her body, feeling the swell of her hips and the firmness of her upper
legs. His cock had slipped lower, almost under her cuntal mound.
Trisha had soaked her panty crotch with hot juice until it was completely saturated.
Hank was pumping his cock against her nylon-covered pussy. She could tell feel the
ridged cock crown. How shockingly good it was as his cockhead pushed the sheer
material up between her cuntlips! It was good, ohhhh, soooo good! Trisha found herself
snapping her head from side to side, crying out, her fingernails clawing at the big man's
back while her knees drew back. She could do anything she wanted, as long as her
panties stayed on. There was no way Hank could fuck her if her panties stayed hitched
up where they belonged.
Trisha sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and rolled her ass around to increase
the friction of her cuntlips against Hank's prick. Her wet membranes were soaking him,
wetting down his cock and balls. She knew it was exciting him, exciting the hell out of
him. And she was getting so high on sex, she felt. Now she knew what Diane had gone
through when she had rolled her ass around like a crazy woman. Yes, now she could
understand how her friend had lost control and wedged that pillow between her legs,
fucking and humping.
"Ohhhhh..."
She was so slick, so hot down there! She'd let Hank push her thighs apart and shove up
against her. The rubbing of his prick seemed so real as it slipped back and forth. He
was making fucking movements, groaning into the side of her neck while pressing
down harder on her shoulders. She could hardly move, could hardly breathe!
Slipping one hand down to her crotch she wanted to find out just what was happening
to her. To her horror Trisha discovered that her panty crotch had been twisted aside,
stretched into the hollow between her thigh and one fat cuntlip! Hank was touching
her, actually gliding his hot cockhead over her cunt. The slick tip was sliding up and
down over the soft delta of her cunt.
Hank realized what was happening and started taking advantage of it. He rolled her
back, pushing her ass up while tucking his knees under her asscheeks. He was going to
fuck her and Trisha instinctively knew it. He angled his cock down for the initial
fucking thrust.
"STOP!"
There was real panic in her voice as she jerked her hands up, fanned out her fingers
and braced her palms against Hank's broad chest. He stopped for a second, shaking the
sweat off his forehead and peering down at her with his dark, burning black eyes.
"I could fuck you right now, baby. Fuck you and there's be nothin' you could do!"
Trisha knew he was telling the truth. Even if she kicked bit and clawed he'd be able to
drive his cock into her, split her cunt in two, tearing off her cherry.
"NO, NO, NO!"
Hank caught her head and kissed her hard, his knees shoved up against her ass. No,
no, she wouldn't do it, wouldn't go through with it. Clenching her fists she flailed at his
back, her small hands banging against him, the balls of her feet striking his hairy ass.
He had found the shallow spot of her cuntal mouth and was stretching against it. No,
no, no, she wasn't going to do it, she wasn't going to let him fuck her!
"STOP IT!"
"Oh baby, it feels real good. Man, I want you, want you bad."
Trisha couldn't hurt him. He had her pinned to the bed and she knew she was helpless.
She couldn't even get her hands down to hurt him if she wanted to. But she wanted to
make him stop trying to fuck her. A sob choked her. Why had she let it go so far? Why
hadn't she guessed how it must be for a man when he was so close to her slick cunt?
Images of how it must feel to be a man and have something slick and warm clasped
around your cock, squeezing it, flashed through her mind. That was what Hank wanted
from her now. And he wouldn't stop until he plunged deep into her body.
"NO, NO, NO!"
The steady friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her now, something
that was more consuming, more wild than anything Trisha had ever dreamed. Yes, it
was going to happen. She was going to cum, going to explode into millions of pieces
just like Diane had. Only Trisha had one up on her best girlfriend. She had something
far better between her legs than some silly old pillow! It was Hank Hampton, the
football stud, who was pumping like a crazy man between her thighs, trying to work his
cock into her fuzzy little pussy.
Climax, orgasm, cum! All those words came back to her now, laughing and glaring at
her as she thrashed with the insatiable, itching fever raging in her cunt. The building
tension, the mounting thrill seemed to invade every square inch of her small body.
Trisha could hardly draw a breath now. The muscles in her ass and calves ached and
cramped as the blonde teen struggled under the weight of Hank's body. And, making it
even better in an awful kind of way, was the danger of his big cock. S he wanted him to
fuck her, to actually fuck in and out of her cunthole, but at the same time she hoped he
would draw back and respect her terror.
"Okay, okay, don't get freaked," Hank said, pulling back.
Trisha sighed with relief, at the same time feeling something like disappointment when
the pressure was taken away from her cunt.
"But I'm not gonna let you off easy."
She felt his fingers wrap around her elastic waistband again and tug down, slipping her
panties over her hips, her knees, her ankles. She was naked!
"What, what are you doing?"
"Gonna eat you, baby. And you're gonna eat me. Gonna go down on that prick."
What was he talking about? What was he going to do to her? He was sliding down,
down, trailing his tongue over her belly, licking her sweat-salty flesh until she felt his
tongue touching her pussylips. Then he was licking at her clit, licking at her as if he
were a dog. A sharp spasm passed through her cunt, making her snap her legs together
and rub her thighs against his head.
She loved the feel of his scratchy, unshaven cheeks against her thighs. It was good, oh
so gooooood! He was caressing her firm little ass with his hands and the tickling touch
brought whimpers of unspeakable pleasure from her mouth. Her cunt was halved over
his mouth now and he was growling like Shep did when he had a good piece of meat in
his mouth. Hank was acting like a dog, a damned dog, the way he was licking her,
touching her pussy with his tongue, his lips, his fingers.
"No, oh no. What are you doing? What?"
Trisha's eyes widened and her mouth shot open. She let out a growling sound as she
felt his tongue searching back along her clit. Then she felt his tongue spear suddenly
into her cunt. It was so slick, so hard and pointed just like his cock, only much, much
smaller. It stabbed up, touched her cherry, then pulled slowly back. He was tasting her
insides, slicking them down with his spit, then drawing his tongue back and trailing the
tip along the tense, rubbery lips of her pussy.
What was it like for a man? How could he enjoy doing something like that? But Hank
seemed to! Trisha could tell by the way he touched and caressed her, and how his
fingers danced on her flesh. He traced her sides, her ass, making more of her juices seep
out to wet his cheeks. Trisha cried out again, rolling her hips with a new freedom. He
licked hungrily at her clit. It was awful, horrible, but how could she stop it?
His teeth cut her more and she liked it. She started pumping her ass in a steady fucking
motion. Oh, yes, yes, she was fucking him, fucking his tongue, his mouth. It was
unbelievable how much that hot tickle was building.
"OOOHOOOHO!"
Hank slipped two fingers together and slid them suddenly into her cunt, sliding them
up to her cherry. Again the young teen tensed, worried that he would tear her cherry
with his fingers. But the young stud drew back, moving his fingers in and out in a
swirling motion while flicking his tongue back and forth over her cunthole.
Trisha felt herself spinning out of control like a plane with no rudder. She was drooling,
tossing her head from side to side, her long blonde hair tangling around the base of her
throat. He fucked in and out of her with his fingers while sucking her clit between his
teeth. She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough friction. When the
tickle became too teasing she forced herself to quit bucking so Hank could eat her
better. Half thoughts about what she and Diane had talked about came to her now,
images of men eating women and women going down on men. She let out a shivery
groan, pounding the mattress with her clenched fists.
"Okay, now, now, suck me!"
Suck? Diane had told her about some of the girls who preferred taking a man's cock in
their mouths rather than risk getting knocked up. But could she do it, could she go
through with something as daring as that? She had no control over herself or what she
was capable of doing any more. Instead of protesting, Trisha found herself babbling as
Hank grabbed her hips and pushed her forward. Her convulsing cunt clasped futilely at
the tongue that had been inside it. But it was gone, that warm, wonderful wetness that
had been stimulating her pussy was gone.
Hank was still in control of the situation. He was guiding her, controlling her
completely, turning her around. In a moment she found his cock bobbing right in front
of her face. How big and strange his prick was! Could she manage to stretch her lips
around it? Instinctively the girl drew back, sucking in a ragged breath, smelling the
sour, pungent odor of his sweaty crotch, an odor that triggered her into high heat. With
another groan Trisha felt her cuntal walls cramp, then buckle under her rising sexual
excitement.
Trisha stared at the meaty cockhead and saw some liquid oozing out from the tip. It
was cum, that white, milky stuff that supposedly shot out of the tiny slit and made
women pregnant! She could see droplets of it oozing out onto Hank's fat cockhead
already. She swallowed again, staring nearly cross-eyed at the big throbbing prick just
inches away from her lips.
"Suck me off now, baby!"
His voice was strained, tight. He was holding her, guiding her down and forward.
Trisha felt her resistance melting away. Her cunt had been spared but she knew she
owed Hank something, something to ease the pressure building in his cock and balls.
She let her mouth fail onto his cockhead and felt the spongy head slide into her throat.
Hank groaned, his body shivering violently. He hunched up hard, his fingers fanning
out along her sides, guiding her cunt back over his mouth as he scooted under her and
finally came to rest on his back. Trisha found her hair curtaining her face, her knees
resting on the big man's broad shoulders while her elbows were nearly touching his
shaking knees.
"OHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHH!" he breathed into her cunt.
With another groan Hank buried his bloodpacked cockhead halfway down her throat.
Trisha felt a wonderful softness cover her pussy at the same time. A licking, sucking
heat gouged her cuntlips and rubbed her clit. Hank was fucking his prick in and out of
her mouth in fast, jerking movements. And then something wonderful happened. The
moment he began pistoning his cock down her throat jets of cum shot out, splattered
against the back of her throat, coating her mouth with the bleachy-tasting liquid.
"UMMMFMMFM!"
Instinctively Trisha closed her lips tightly around the base of his cock, rubbing her
tongue flatly over the ridged, sensitive underside. He was cumming in her mouth,
filling her up with his jizz. It was marvelous feeling the power of his body as it spat out
the white-hot cum.
Dazed, Trisha closed her mouth down around the jumping prick and sucked as hard as
she could. Her cheeks caved in, the slick insides rubbing against Hank's cock. The big
prick throbbed as more and more cum shot out. She swallowed and then swallowed
again. Trisha felt the sticky blobs clinging in her throat, sliding slowly down to her
belly. She could smell his cum in her nostrils but she didn't care.
She wanted to suck Hank now, suck all the juice from the balls and feel his jizz filling
her up. There was nothing wrong in that, nothing wrong at all. And the way his tongue
was raping her cunt, licking her clit... that had to be the very best feeling in the world –
perhaps even better than having a guy's cock in her pussy!
"Ohhhhh, you... you're killing me, Hank! Killing meeeeee...!"
Her words sounded funny. She knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from
her chin and that her eyes were heavy with lust. Hank jerked his thighs up and down
hard! As the tip of his prick grazed her teeth, another huge glob of jizz shot out and
sprayed onto her tongue.
Then the two of them fell sideways. Trisha was so excited she didn't know what was up
any longer. Her hips were still dancing over Hank's sucking mouth as he sucked hard
at the tender membranes of her pussy. Soon, soon, she was going to climax, going to
feel the awesome power of her body. And then it happened, happened the moment his
tongue slipped over the slick, rounded bottom of her clit one more time.
"OOOHOOHOOH!"
Her climax was like a bomb blast, knocking the wind from her and sending her body
into spasms of delight. Her knees as far apart as she could get them, at this point. The
young blonde teen thrashed and grunted like an animal, dancing her shivering
asscheeks wildly as Hank ate her out completely.
How long did it last? Trisha didn't know, didn't care. It seemed as if hours passed,
although perhaps it was only a few moments. All she knew was that when it was over
she found herself curled up against Hank, her cum-smeared cheek resting close to his.
Outside somewhere she could hear a dog barking. Shep? It didn't matter.
"You're incredible!" Hank whispered, flicking his tongue into her ear canal again.
"I'm glad you, you like me," Trisha said, her face blushing furiously.
Girls who did this kind of thing wouldn't be respected by a guy, at least that's what her
mother had always told her. But she hadn't let him fuck her. On that she'd laid down
the law and he had obeyed. Of course, Trisha knew it was just a matter of time. Once
she'd let him touch her tits and finger her cunt, the course of their relationship was
already written.
"I wanna see you again... soon. I wanna see lots of you," Hank murmured against her
neck.
"Yes, yes," Trisha whispered breathlessly, wondering how on earth all this was going to
turn out.


Chapter 7

"No, please, you'd better leave," Trisha said nervously, smoothing down her skirt as
they stood outside the garage.
"Wow, what I wouldn't give for another round in the sack with you! Maybe this time..."
Hank said, circling her waist tightly and drawing her to him.
Trisha shivered, her hands fluttering around his neck. It was so like a dream, like
another world! But all the while the girl was conscious of her mother. What if Laura
were to wake up and look out the window? She'd see them and know what had been
going on. Hank had to leave. Maybe later they could talk about doing... doing "it."
"Okay, okay, I know when I'm getting the brush-off," Hank said, flashing her a brilliant
smile.
How Trisha wished he would stay, wished he could be with her for a while. But she
knew that he had to go – at least for now. She gave him a big hug, then slipped one
arm around his waist and walked him to the front yard.
"Call me?" She felt her body getting warm again, her pussy growing hot and wet and
tight while her nipples itched and scratched against her bra. If it weren't so late...
"Tomorrow. You can bet on it," Hank said, giving her an innocent kiss on the forehead,
then pushing away and shoving his hands in his pocket.
Trisha watched as he slipped into his car and drove away. Sighing, she turned and
walked back to the big dark house. Her mother couldn't be too upset with her.
Obviously she was somewhat relaxed with the situation or she wouldn't have gone to
bed so early.
Crossing her arms over her tits Trisha sauntered around to the rear door, slipping into
the kitchen and standing opposite the refrigerator. He had seduced her there, right
there in her own kitchen. He had felt her up and down, touching her in all those
forbidden places, his finger roaming over her tits, her thighs, her ass. Oh, how he made
her feel!
Closing her eyes Trisha could still imagine his touch, still feel his hands smoothing over
her ass, his fingers grabbing her firm asscheeks and kneading them while his knees
pressed against hers, trying to shove her thighs apart. Trisha smile d. How nervous she
had been, almost out of her mind. How silly that had been! Hank was gentle.
Trisha smiled, humming to herself, rocking back and forth, wondering what it would be
like to have his cock sliding in and out of her body. Still, the thought of having a man's
prick cutting through her cherry frightened her. Goosebumps cover ed her skin as she
thought of what it must be like to be split in two by a man – a man like Hank!
"OH!"
Shep! What was he doing around? He was usually asleep in the living room or
something. But now he was nosing her, rubbing his cold snout against her right calf,
his bushy tail wagging slowly from side to side while his fur bristled strangely around
his neck.
"Good boy, that's a good boy protecting the house. Now go to bed!"
Trisha started to walk toward the living room, wondering how on earth she was going
to sleep tonight. She stopped, her eyes widening and her jaw slackening when Shep
boldly slipped his snout under her skirt and shoved it up against one inner thigh.
"Oh! SHEP!"
Trisha stumbled, startled by that sudden cold touch. One hand shot out, the fingers
brushing against the cool, smooth surface of the refrigerator. It was as if someone had
touched her with a live electric wire. Trisha nearly fell, her legs striking the edge of the
kitchen table.
Wheeling around and drawing her knees together Trisha raised one hand, looking for
the dog. He deserved a hard swat across the nose for that one! How dare he do
something like that? The blonde teen shivered. He had nearly touched her cunt! No
sing around was one thing, lots of dogs did that and no one paid much attention to it.
But this, this was different!
He had been behind her, waiting for her to lower her defenses. The girl suddenly felt a
hot tongue between her asscheeks. Her panties, soaked by her juices, by Hank's spit,
had been left off and were wadded up in her dress pocket. Shep hit home, running his
long, pink tongue along her asscrack and sending her pitching forward. She was so
surprised that she stumbled past the refrigerator, her legs tangling around one chair.
With a sharp cry Trisha fell to the floor carrying the chair with her.
For a moment the girl thought all the clatter would surely bring her mother rushing
down the stairs, gun in hand. But as she lay still waiting for the sound of Laura's
coming she heard nothing. Her mother must really be tired. Either that or she drank an
awful lot this evening, something Trisha had been noticing lately with increasing
concern.
"Get, get away from me, you... ohhh no, no, don't!"
The way the dog looked in the dark! Trisha felt her hair stand on end, felt her flesh
crinkling into goosepimples as Shep approached her, his long, bushy tail hanging
between his legs. Those eyes! They glowed, or seemed to, in the dark! He looked like a
hound from hell sent to persecute her, to tear her to pieces and drag her down into the
flames. Trisha drew back, her bare ass sliding on the cool tiled floor, her fingernails
digging into her flesh.
"No, no Shep! Oh God, what's gotten into you, what's making you do this to me?" she
wailed, looking around desperately for something to throw at him. Trisha turned,
stretching out her right hand to pull herself up by the kitchen table. Shep took
advantage of her position again and moved in on her in a flash. She felt his strong
forelegs bumping the insides of her thighs. Crying out again, the girl crawfished
backwards, her head snapping to one side, her long, blonde hair splashing over her
face.
Attacked by a dog! Sexually attacked by a dog! There was something awful, something
darkly terrible about this! What had set him off? Of course! He had smelled her hot
cunt and gone wild! Trisha tried closing her legs again and drawing her knees together.
If she could get her pussy away from Shep surely he'd calm down and leave her alone.
But the dog growled when she tried getting away. Frightened, she gave up, letting the
dog nuzzle against her thighs. She felt his tongue, that long, slithery thing, go up and
down her thighs, stretching out toward her pussy. He was just like Hank, wanting to
eat her out, wanting to touch her cunt and slide his tongue into her hot, steamy pussy.
Trisha felt her thigh and ass muscles cramp as she arched her back and let her head fall
to one side.
"Ohhhhhh!"
No, this couldn't be happening to her, not really! Things like this just didn't go on in
real life! Looking around her Trisha saw everything was normal. The table was there.
The cute little pictures her mother had bought last month were still hanging on the
wall. Everything was normal, everything except her squatting on the floor with a
German Shepherd tonguing her thighs!
"UNNNNHNHNNHH!"
His tongue had moved up, quickly dividing her still-swollen cuntal slit. Trisha cried out
from the friction as he dug deep enough to rake her clit.
"No, no, bad dog. Oh God, what are you doing to me? Oh God, God!"
Trisha couldn't believe she was actually warming up to her pet! It was awful, terrible!
She and Diane had talked about lots of things but never, never had they talked about
women doing it with dogs or any other kind of animal.
"No, no, NO!"
She couldn't talk too loudly, or cry out for help. Things had gone much too far already.
If her mother were to come down now and find her like this with Shep... Oh, there
wouldn't be a good explanation for this. Her mother would probably throw her out of
the house!
"Please, Shep, please."
But the dog was too excited, too involved in eating out her pussy to listen to Trisha's
pleas. Shep was eating out her cunt, actually sticking his tongue into her damp, little
pussy and reaming it out. And each time he touched her clit with his tongue or his
short-furred snout Trisha thought she would die. It was sooooo good, just as good as
when Rank had touched her like that.
Of course Hank had known exactly what he was doing. He had paced himself, touching
her in a special way then lapping away. Shep was just licking, caring little about her
reactions. Still, there was something terribly exciting, something prima l about getting
licked off this way. That kind of attack had its special edge, an edge Trisha found
particularly attractive now as she slid her ass back and forth on the warming kitchen
floor.
"UNNNGNNGHHHH!"
Somehow the girl managed to shove Shep back. It was too dangerous for her to be
doing things like this in the kitchen. It was too open, too vulnerable to discovery by her
mother. Able to get on her hands and knees, Trisha found herself whimpering through
her nose. Oh, why hadn't she taken the time to put her panties back on?
"Get... back!"
Again the animal jumped. Trisha felt his strong legs on her back and his cockhead
butting against her ass. What was he trying to do to her? What?
"God no, NO!"
Mount her! Oh no, he was trying to mount her, trying to fuck her the way Hank had.
Trisha became frantic, her elbows nearly giving way and sending her sprawling to the
floor. Crying out once more she stretched one hand back and swatted desperately at the
whining animal.
Her fingers hit the dog's head and he growled, turning and trying to snap at her
offending hand. Trisha didn't care about getting bitten, about injuring herself. She just
couldn't let this happen, couldn't let the German Shepherd drive his knobby cock into
her virgin pussy. What a joke that would be! She had managed to preserve her cherry
from Hank only to lose it to her pet! No, that would never happen!
"NO!"
She felt something hot and very slick bump against her cunt, trying to work its way in.
Trisha bumped her head against the doorway, biting down hard on her lower lip while
still swatting back at the animal. Shaking her body violently she had managed to
dislodge the dog.
"God!"
Somehow the horror of what had nearly happened gave her the strength to pull herself
up from the floor. Clutching at the molding of the kitchen doorway, Trisha stared wide
eyed into the living room. If only she could reach the stairs she would be safe. The dog
would never follow her upstairs.
She was so dizzy, so faint. Trisha feared if she let go of the wall she would fall to the
floor and then Shep would be on her again, trying to roll her over and slip his cock into
her pussy! The thought of getting fucked by the animal made her belly turn over. No,
no, again she swore it would never happen.
"Get... away," she said, kicking at the dog as he swarmed at her feet.
Feeling a little stronger, Trisha let go and staggered through the dark room. Shep was at
her heels, nipping at her ankles the way he had nipped at her mother a few hours
earlier. He was trying to catch her ankle and bring her down so he could fuck her.
Instinctively Trisha knew this and fought wildly to keep her balance. The stairway
loomed ahead of her, only a few feet away. In a second or two she'd be safe, safe where
she could think out what had just happened to her!
"NO!"
He rushed in front of her, nipping at her ankles again, tripping her. Falling forward
with a low moan Trisha managed to stay level by grabbing onto the stairway handrail.
She scraped her knees over the low wall by the stairs, trying to kick at the offending
dog.
Shep ignored her futile attempts to drive him away. With a low growl he slipped his
muzzle up inside one thigh and went deep into her cunt. Growling louder, he tossed his
head.
The sudden penetration of her cunt by that furry thing brought a particularly peculiar
fiery shiver to her body. Weakly the girl tried to push herself forward to the foot of the
stairs. But it was useless. The animal had done something to her, triggering a series of
cuntal explosions that sapped her strength. With a groan Trisha felt her fingers slipping
off the smooth wood of the handrail. She fell heavily to the floor, the room spinning
around her.
"No, oh no!"
Quickly she covered her mouth with one hand. Her mother could hear her much better
now than she could have from the kitchen. The girl was in no condition to push the
dog away. She couldn't even walk! Her cunt burned from the hot, spitty friction of his
tongue sloshing over her furry crack. She rolled her ass around, feeling her dress tangle
around her waist. She was naked, exposed to the cunt-hungry dog!
"No, no!"
Trisha choked, trying to get air back in her lungs. Shep was making funny noises as he
shoved her cuntlips open and ate the hot juice flowing from her pussy. He was nibbling
on her cuntlips, feeding on her as he fed on the raw meat in his dinner bowl.
"Stop it... oh stop!"
But did the young blonde teen want him to stop? Did she really want the dog to pull
his tongue out of her drooling cunt, especially now when she was so hot, so willing to
let him touch her like that? Trisha didn't know – didn't want to know. She didn't want
to think about what was happening.
Closing her eyes and clenching her fingers into two tight fists Trisha thought of Hank.
She thought about the way he held her down, about the way his cheeks had felt against
her inner thighs while his tongue dipped in and out of her pussy. It wasn't the dog
doing this to her at all! It was Hank! Hank had come back into the house and was
seducing her all over again.
"Hank..."
She whispered through the fingers covering her lips. Clenching her asscheeks together
the young girl jerked her thighs up, feeding her pussy to the lapping animal. It was so
crazy, so damned crazy – and good! The image of Hank's face faded from her mind
and once more the blonde teen knew it was Shep wedged between her thighs, Shep
eating her out, sloshing his tongue in and out of her juicy pussy. Trisha jerked her head
back, the cords sticking from her neck. How deliciously prickly the carpet piling felt as
it scratched over her bare ass!
"Unnnnnhhh!"
Reaching down gingerly the girl touched Shep's ears, nice, pointed dog ears! She knew
it wasn't Hank. There was no way she could fool or trick herself into thinking that it
was Hank eating her out and trying to force her legs up so he could fuck her. There
was no getting around the fact that a German Shepherd was servicing her overheated
pussy.
Trisha sighed, rubbing her fingers up and down over Shep's warm coat. In response the
dog growled, closing his jaws down lightly on her thigh. Trisha shuddered, feeling his
fangs going deeper and deeper while he rolled his big eyes up and watched her reaction.
"Oh no, NO!"
Trisha felt herself becoming dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted,
making her open her thighs wider for him, making her shift position so he could attack
her pussy with greater ease. It wasn't just accidental any more, not just mere
coincidence. Shep knew what he wanted to do and was using his terrible weapons to
make the girl give into him.
"NO!"
Trisha opened herself completely to him. There was no sense in fighting him, no sense
in trying to get away. Until he was satisfied she wouldn't be able to escape, wouldn't be
able to pull herself up the stairs to the relative safety of her bedroom. Her cunt was so
hot, so tight. She needed relief, the kind of shameless relief the dog could provide her
now.
The roughness of his nose excited her clit so much! He couldn't know what that little
squiggle of flesh meant to her. He just couldn't! How quickly things had moved in the
past few hours. At the start of the day she had still been a little girl, still half-ignorant
about her body and what it was capable of. Now she was wiggling around on her ass in
the living room of her own house with a dog licking her off!
"Ohhhhh!"
Shep's tongue drove around her cunt, constantly touching her clit, making her feel as if
the world were about to blow apart and come crashing down on her. Trisha lost even
the will to try to tuck her ass under and away from the dog. She lay on the carpet, her
arms spread out as if she were waiting to be crucified. Her legs were spread wide apart,
bent at the knees as the dog rested on his belly between her thighs and fed.
Thoughts, half-dreams, blew in and out of her mind in confused images. She thought of
Hank, of her mother, of all the boys she would have liked to go to bed with. But over it
all, cutting through her imagination, was the feel of the hungry dog between her spit
slicked thighs. Nothing, nothing could stop him – could stop her.
Hunching her ass up and down in jerky movements Trisha felt herself spinning toward
her second orgasm of the night, this one with a dog!


Chapter 8

"Oh, oh, OH!"
Trisha raised her knees a little farther, letting them sag apart and feeling her cuntlips
stretch thin from the resulting pressure. She couldn't speak any more, couldn't tell the
dog to let her go. All she could do was moan in pleasure, moan and wait for the spine
crushing spasms to explode within her cunt.
The sounds of Shep's tongue as it slipped up and down her cuntal crack drove her
crazy. Then, without any warning, he started licking her all over, lapping at her belly,
her tits, then back to her cunt
Why was she still lying there letting herself get raped by an animal's tongue? Surely she
could scramble to her feet if she wanted to, or shout and startle the animal enough to
let herself climb the stairs. She knew she'd be safe, safe from Sheps cuntlicking tongue
upstairs, safe from his paws, his fangs – his cock!
But something kept her down on the floor, spread out and open to the dog's persistent
tongue. Raising her eyes, she watched as the dog lapped at her tits, licking the pink
nipples. Ohhh, it was so unholy, and yet so delicious! She felt wicked, incredibly,
dangerously naughty, much more so than she had felt with Hank!
She was moving her hips, sliding them from side to side to increase the wonderful wet
friction Shep's tongue was creating. Something like this would surely drive her mad.
Two orgasms in one night! She thought of all the other nights she had stupidly gone to
bed thinking it would be years before she would ever feel something like that!
"Noooo!"
Trisha raised her head, looking heavy-lidded at the big dog. Then she let her head fall
back on the floor. Oh, he was eating her naked cunt again! Groaning, rolling her head
slowly from side to side, the girl pressed herself up to him, surrendering herself
completely. She opened her legs all the way until she felt the muscles in her ass cramp
with tension. Trisha was giving him all of her cunt, exposing every hidden hollow and
fold. There was no holding back now. Feeling herself falling down a dark abyss, the
young girl let go, let go and fell freely into the dark hole of climax.
"UUHUHUUHUUUH!"
She came, came with the wild fury of a woman in heat. It was just as hard and just as
sharp as it had been when Hank had licked her. That edge of joy cut through her like
the teeth of a rusty saw. Spasming and convulsing inward around her tongue-raped
cunt, Trisha rolled from side to side in a fever that hurt her as much as it pleased her.
Desperately she jammed one hand into her mouth, fighting back the desire to cry out
with wild joy as the spasms raked over her cunt again and again. No, no, she had to
keep quiet, had to keep her climax to herself, even though she wanted to shout it to the
rooftops! Her mother must never know, must never suspect what had happened
between Trisha and her pet.
"MMMFMMFMMFM!"
Again and again the near-lethal orgasmic spasms shot through her cunt. One leg kicked
out, striking the coffee table, knocking several magazines and the crystal ashtray to the
floor. Shep was still with her, growling, gouging and lapping at her cunt. Nothing could
push him away from her pussy, the object of his wild desires.
Trisha felt him gouging and licking away, driving his hot nose into her cuntal mouth.
She was now curled into a fetal position, the dog wedged between her thighs. The girl
cried out, desperately holding onto his furry back, dragging her nails into his flesh.
There were no holds barred in this climax, nothing keeping her back. She scratched
him hard, digging her fingernails into his back until she guessed she was actually
hurting him. Still Shep held on, wanting more of her cunt.
"UNNGHHHHHHH!"
He was wiggling his narrow ass, moving it from side to side while his paws were braced
on the floor. He tried keeping her tender cuntlips open to him.
"NO!"
Trisha bucked backward, rolling and squirming on the ground as her spasms tortured
her with a pleasure too hot to stand. Thoughts and images whirled around in her brain,
preventing the girl from noticing what was happening. Hot flecks were striking her
thighs, flecks making stringy lines up one side of her body. Then gradually Trisha
realized the dog was rubbing the furry sheath of his cock against her calf and knee.
"Oh no, ughhh... filthy... dirty animal," she grunted, fighting through the red fog that
had settled over her brain. Too much, this was too much. The licking had been one
thing. But this. It was almost as bad as having him fuck her.
Babbling, her hands waving frantically in the air as if warding off spirits, Trisha
staggered to her feet. She leaned against the stairs, finally finding the strength to climb
them. Peering over one shoulder she saw the dog wheeling around in circles, bobbing
his head up and down, falling finally to the floor and licking his cock and balls.
"God in heaven," the girl whispered, shivering with revulsion at herself and what she'd
done. It was still too dreamlike, too unreal for her to fully understand. But if her
mother ever found out...
Trisha put her hands to her face, stopping on the stairs and moaning softly. No one
would ever know, not even Diane. It would be her own terrible secret.
She made it to her room, letting herself in and closing and locking the door behind.
Shep was still downstairs, licking himself, feeling proud he had downed his mistress
and eaten her pussy. Trisha tried to smile, working to feel something other than the
terrible guilty gloom threatening to sweep over her.
Shep was just a horny dog, that was all. She could easily account for the dog's attack
but how could she rationalize her reaction to it? How could she understand her own
willingness to submit?
It was all too much for her to think about. In the morning things would be clearer.
Trisha was tired. She had to sleep, to rest.
"Oh God, help me... help me understand this," she whispered, falling across her bed
and draping one arm over her eyes. She felt herself falling asleep, drifting down, down
into blackness. She thought of Hank of Shep. And then after a while, sleep came.

* * *

In the morning Laura sat quietly at the kitchen table, having straightened up the living
room. For a while she wondered if Trisha had come in drunk! She had wanted to wait
up for her daughter but Shep had been acting as if he wanted to have at her again and
she hadn't wanted to take that chance. So, after having talked to Diane's mother, she'd
felt better and had gone to bed.
When she'd come downstairs the next morning she'd found the magazines and ashtray
spread all over the living room floor. Shep was sitting possessively on several of them,
his head tilted to one side, his eyes laughing, mocking. Laura shivered, cleaning up,
wondering when her daughter was going to get up.
She had so wanted to talk to Trisha, to try and understand what made her daughter
tick, what her goals were, what she wanted out of life, out of her. Sitting sipping her
coffee, listening to the clock ticking behind her, Laura thought she could hear her life
slipping by. No men, no one was really hers, except her daughter, who was apparently
slipping away.
Laura closed her eyes, fighting down the panic she felt rising in her throat. No, she
wasn't going to give in, she wasn't going to feel the terror of loneliness creep in again.
God only knows where it would lead her. Last night – last night she and that awful
dog.
Laura clenched her teeth together. She wasn't going to think about it any more. Getting
up and stretching her arms over her head Laura suddenly remembered what had
happened to her the night before – that touch, that awful touch of Shep's tongue on
her cunt, sliding up and down, making her feel things she hadn't experienced in so
many, many years. No, she wasn't going to dwell on it. This was Saturday, a day of rest,
a day away from her job. She and Trisha might be able to spend some time together,
maybe go shopping. She wanted to get to know her daughter again.
"Trisha?"
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs. In a moment the girl was in the kitchen,
sitting opposite Shep, eyeing the animal nervously. Fortunately for Trisha, Laura was
too preoccupied with her own thoughts to notice her daughter's agitation over the
animal's presence.
For several minutes the two of them talked about nothing in particular as Laura served
breakfast. Then, as Trisha finished drinking her milk her mother began asking some
pointed questions.
"Last night. What made you stay at the party so long?"
Trisha swallowed hard, guilty feelings rising like volcanic vapors. Lowering her eyes she
took another sip of milk.
"Oh, Diane and I got to talking. I almost forget about Hank."
Did her mother notice the slight tremble in her voice when she mentioned his name?
No, Trisha didn't think so. She had to act cool, disinterested, almost bored at the
questioning, even though her heart was pounding. If she were to start talking she might
let something slip, something that would eventually lead to the discovery of what had
happened last night in the room over the garage – or worse, what happened in the
kitchen with Shep. Trisha wished she could run from the table and hide i n her room.
"Talking? That's a strange thing for two girls to do at a party. I mean," Laura said,
feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. "I mean, you were there with a date and-"
"Mother," Trisha said, feeling more bold as she watched her mother stumble about.
"Why don't you come right out and ask it?"
Laura felt herself losing ground. Oh, this damned conversation was going all wrong.
She could already feel the wall being raised by Trisha, the wall that blocked all
conversation with her. Inwardly Laura groaned.
"I didn't mean to pry, just to-"
"Why don't you come right out and ask if I was fooling around with Hank – or any of
the other guys around at the party."
The words sounded like a gunshot in the kitchen. Laura put her cup down with a
clatter, turning her head, not daring to look at her daughter. They were at one another's
throats again. How had it happened? How had they drifted so far apart? If only she
could bring herself to ask those questions out loud, to pose them to Trisha, perhaps
then the barrier would be broken down. But pride, her damned pride kept her quiet.
She looked back at her daughter, irritation and anger glowing in her eyes.
"Don't get smart with me, young lady! I can keep you grounded for the next month,
you know. You broke your promise to me to be home by ten and you know that,"
Laura said, hating every word she spoke. But it was the only way she felt she could deal
with her daughter.
"I know," Trisha mumbled sullenly, putting down her glass and playing with a half
eaten piece of toast.
She thought about Hank, and about how much easier it would be if she played along
with her mother instead of trying to fight her. Laura could make things difficult if not
impossible for her. Eyeing Shep, Trisha fought down her feelings of resentment and
tapped her fingers nervously on the table top.
"Well then?"
"We just talked, Mother, that's all. Hank, well, he's not that interesting."
Oh, what a lie!
Still Trisha congratulated herself on bringing it off.
"Yes, some boys aren't that interesting, I guess. But you shouldn't have left your date
alone like that," Laura said, feeling the wall breaking down if only a little bit.
"Maybe he'll get better. I'm sorry I didn't call or anything like that. But we just talked
and talked and, before we knew it Diane's mom was pounding on the door telling us
you phoned. That's when I came home."
Laura took another sip of her coffee, studying her daughter. Was she telling the truth?
It was so hard to tell. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by Shep's barking. He
was scratching at the kitchen screen door, wanting to get out. Laura rose, not noticing
her daughter had nearly knocked over her milk glass.
"Well, perhaps we can talk about it more later today. I thought we might go shopping
downtown and-"
"Oh, I forgot. I promised Diane I'd come over today. We've got a big exam in history
Monday and she's not doing too well."
Laura felt her heart sink. Another excuse, another postponement. Well, she was almost
getting used to rejection. Sighing, she shrugged and began clearing off the dirty dishes.
"All right. I'll do the shopping by myself. Maybe some other time."
Laura poured herself another cup of coffee, staring blankly out the screen door
watching Shep romping around outside. He played with his shadow, rolling around the
grass and jumping up at times, trying to playfully bump a low flying bird or butterfly.
How relaxed, how natural he was! If only she could be like that, letting her feelings
flow out, her actions be more natural. She was sure she could have Trisha back if only
she could talk, let her feelings out.
The door slammed shut in the living room. Trisha had skipped out, gone for the day
without even shouting out goodbye. But that was par for the course. Well, there was
always the house to clean – again.
She moved around like a zombie for the next few hours, dusting, vacuuming, killing
time, blocking out the feelings rising to the surface of her consciousness, feelings she
wished would have remained buried. By noon the woman knew she had to take a rest.
Trisha was probably going to be gone well into the afternoon and the house was cool,
quiet. Dropping the vacuum cleaner and taking the bandanna off her forehead, Laura
went over to the bar, hesitating only for a moment.
She had never fixed herself a drink this early in the day. But things were different now,
much different. There was the constant strain between her and her daughter to deal
with. And besides, there was Shep – Shep, that awful, wonderful animal who was still
barking and playing outside. The German Shepherd created thoughts in her mind that
demanded to be recognized as a positive force in her life. And even thought it was
ridiculous, Laura couldn't stop thinking about him and what had happened.
And though she tried not, to she found herself fixing the drink and then gulping it
down. Was it such a shameful thing to admit that she needed a Scotch now, so early
into the day? Laura felt blue about the hollow corner her life had been shoved into. A
woman needed more than she had.
She wondered what it was like to go out on a date, to have a man caring for you,
opening doors for you, making a pass. It had been so long since she'd had real male
company. But she knew she had no right to feel sorry for herself. She was the only
barrier to going out, to going to bars and meeting for a man.
"Ummmm..."
Laura felt the Scotch trickle down her throat. She was starting to feel better. What were
problems anyway except little lumps of poison, lumps the liquor was dissolving. Good
old Scotch, the universal solvent. She gulped down some more and walked into the
kitchen and leaned against the screen door. Shep was resting in the shade, his head on
his forepaws.
"Come on inside, boy."
What was she doing? Laura didn't know. Standing to one side, holding the door open,
she let the big, handsome animal in, then closed and locked it. Taking another sip of
her drink she sauntered through the living room, keeping the lip of the cold glass
against her cheek, listening to the merry tinkling of the ice as she climbed the stairs and
entered her bedroom. No, she didn't close the door, didn't try to keep the animal out.
Was she trying to seduce him, trying to get him inside? She didn't know, didn't really
want to know.
Laura took off her shoes and skirt and lay back on the bed. She hadn't wanted to think
about sex, about fucking. But while cleaning she had thought of her husband, of the
way he would sometimes come home for lunch and eat something other than the
sandwich she'd prepared for him. Oh, those had been good days, very good days.
Sighing, Laura tilted the glass back and finished her drink, putting the empty glass
down on the bedstand and closing her eyes.
Would she ever see days like that again, days when a man would mount her, hold her
down and drive her crazy with his cock? She laughed bitterly. She was acting like a
schoolgirl, thinking about boys and the pleasure they could bring. But all she really saw
ahead of her was a long, dull, gray road that was her life.
The Scotch had warmed her belly. She passed the fingers of one hand over her skin,
over the curly thatch protecting her cunt. It was funny how furry she was and how little
hair Trisha had around her pussy. Her daughter had only a few downy blonde curls. It
must have been her father's genes. She knew Trisha's small tits were also from Brad's
genetic history. Laura smiled dreamily, cupping one hand under her large, high-riding
tits. No, no one could say she was small. And thank God her tits hadn't begun to sag.
"Ummmmm..."
What on earth was she doing anyway? Why was she touching herself, fingering herself
this way, making her clit stand up? Why? And then she saw Shep standing in the
doorway, his head tilted to one side, his wonderful tongue hanging out. In a flash Laura
knew the answer.


Chapter 9

For a moment Laura hesitated, her hand trembling over her cunt. She stared at the big
German Shepherd in the doorway. She didn't have to go through with it. All she had to
do was get up and close the door. Oh God, why couldn't she make up her mind? Why
couldn't she have the courage to shout at the beast, to frighten him away?
Instead she lay with her knees spread apart, one hand fluttering over her cunt, the other
toying with her right nipple until it grew stiff and dark. Playing with herself had started
her hot juices flowing from between her cuntlips. When she rocked her thighs the heat
started to spread, radiating to all the parts of her body.
Laura could smell herself now and she knew the animal could smell her pussy as well.
He was growling, growling the same way he had the other night when he'd licked her.
Now just the thought of having him lick her, wedging himself between her thighs and
lapping at her cunt while she toyed with herself, made Laura suck in a deep, ragged
breath. It was wrong to be like this, to be thinking thoughts like this. What kind of
woman was she? What kind of slut was she to have these kind ideas?
"Shep..."
Her voice was deep, trembling. Laura hadn't meant to call him, hadn't meant to stretch
out a hand toward him. But it had happened and the animal was starting to walk
toward her, his tail wagging slowly from side to side. She stared at his big brown eyes,
at his thick coat of fur and thick-muscled chest.
Her breathing had become shallow, raspy. She licked her dry lips, feeling a trickle of
perspiration ooze from under her arm and run down her side. Tossing her head against
the pillow, Laura realized she had started something she would have to see through to
the end. This was no accident, no unplanned thing. She was actively seeking the dog's
company, willfully enticing him to her bed. She would have no more thoughts, no more
silent conversations with God or her conscience. She was going to enjoy herself, going
to have some fun with her pet!
"Shep!"
For the moment the woman managed to push aside her conscience and give herself up
to her senses. She was dizzy, a little drunk for sure. The Scotch helped her to forget
who she was, what she was. Laying there, one hand trailing up and down he r naked
belly, she stared down at the big dog standing at the foot of her bed. She smiled weakly,
training her hands down toward her cunt. When she touched the wet nylon crotch
panel the woman shivered, arching her back slightly, wiggling her ass from side to side
on the mattress.
"Come here, Shep, come here to Laura," she whispered, her throat hot and tight.
The animal jumped up, the big bed shaking from his sudden weight. Laura felt a flash
of fear as he approached, his head lowered, his dark pink tongue hanging out covered
with spit, doggie spit.
"Ohhh..."
She could feel his breath against her ankles and shivered when she felt his tongue touch
her hot flesh. He was teasing her, toying with her, slowly approaching her cunt. Yes, he
was going to touch her there, going to lick her there, and ease the tension between her
legs. All her problems with her life, with her daughter, with her job, disappeared,
vanishing under the increasing heat of her sexuality.
"Shep..."
He was all the way up on the bed now, his forelegs brushing her inner thighs. She felt
his breath against the damp material of her panties. Dropping his head all the way he
growled, then started tearing at her panties.
It was awful, exciting! Laura felt his fangs nipping at her briefs, as the animal
wrenching his head as if he'd just captured some small game animal. The blue nylon
tore, making exciting, ripping sounds as the German Shepherd became more and more
excited. Laura jerked her knees up, squirming down farther on the bed while her fingers
dug at the dog's thick, hot, furry coat.
"NO, no, no!"
But she wanted it all, wanted every possible sensation he could give her. He was
growling loudly. It was a growl of sexual excitement as the woman struggled under
him. She squirmed more frantically, her heels digging into the mattress while the
animal panted harder and harder.
"Oh, this can't be happening, just can't... but it's soooooo good!"
Laura peered down and found that her thighs had been stripped. The blue panty-silk
hung in shreds around her waist. She could feel the wetness of her exposed cunt, could
feel the pussylips rubbing against one another. Somewhere down in the street she could
hear dogs barking, lots of dogs. Could they possibly know what was going on?
Know that their comrade was touching her, preparing to lick her off? Laura closed her
eyes, picturing dogs, lots of dogs, surrounding her, touching her with their tongues,
with their
No, that was sick, really sick. She'd be losing her mind if she pursued that kind of
thinking. As it was the woman was surprised she had gone this far this fast. It had been
awfully fast!
"No, no!"
His nose slipped under her hot cuntal mound quickly. Then he was at it again,
touching her all over again, letting that wonderfully hot, wet tongue slosh all over her
pussy. Laura arched her back, drawing her feet up until the soles were flat on the
mattress. Her thighs tensed, the tendons bulging out as she fed Shep her cunt. Yes, yes,
it was marvelous, oh so marvelous! She moved her thighs from side to side, tensing her
asscheeks, making her body respond to the animal's wonderful lapping.
"UNNNNHNNHHH!"
Yes, she was opening her cunt to him, actually encouraging the big dog to, to touch
her, to fuck her with his tongue. Back and forth, back and forth, up and down his
tongue slid, making such wonderfully sexy, sloppy noises in the large bedroom. Then
he was touching her clit, petting that delicate squiggle of flesh until she thought she'd
die from pleasure.
The animal was going wild, his tongue slopping over the tender flesh of her thighs.
Each lick brought more and more juice flooding from her cunt. It was a lovely, ecstastic
friction. Her knees fell apart even more and the woman heard her cunt lips peel back
and unstick. The dog growled, settling down farther between her spread thighs,
nuzzling her pussy.
"Oh God, God, this is soooo good, sooooo good I know I'm going to die!"
Laura knew he was smelling her – smelling and tasting her, and it was almost too
much for her to stand. She jerked back, her head striking the headboard, her legs
flopping together, then sagging apart once more. His long, pink tongue slithered into
her cunt, petting her clit. She shivered with the fever Shep was giving her. It was so
completely uninhibited, so natural, so wild and unpredictable. She didn't know what on
earth was going to happen next, what else the damned dog was going to do to her! And
that thought nearly drove her mad with excitement.
"Oh, oh, OHHH!"
Laura jerked to one side, then slowly rolled back to her ass-down position. The dog was
resting flat on his belly, working on her tightening pussy. She could feel his hot breath
tickle her cuntal curls as he lapped at her cunt over and over again.
"Shep, Shep... ohhhh, you good dog, you wonderful dog."
Laura didn't really want to think of what was happening between her legs. She knew
there was a dog between her white, shivering thighs, and yet it was better if she kept
her eyes closed. The hunger of her body was forcing everything from her mind except
the desire of wanting to make the aching pleasure even more intense. She was
consumed by want. It was all she thought about now, no longer considering the moral
implications of what she was doing.
"Unnnnnnnnnnhnnnhhh..."
Her hands reached down to her belly, and then to her cunt. She could feel the dog's
nose and his furry muzzle. She felt with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess
between her thighs and felt the dog's tongue loving it. He licked at her fingers, her
knuckles and palm.
Just for a second Laura wanted to get away, to jerk her pussy away from the lapping
dog and run. She knew she could make it to the bathroom and play with herself to get
herself off, just as she'd done the last time.
But something kept her riveted to the bed. Instead of bolting Laura lay there, quietly
groaning and tossing her body from side to side while the beast fed on her cunt.
"UGHHHH!"
The woman felt herself getting higher and higher on her sex play, felt herself rocketing
toward climax. Cum, orgasm, climax! The words reared their ugly heads again, leering
at her as she tossed under the dog's hungry maw. She rubbed the insides of her thighs
against his furry coat and felt his forepaws scratching along her legs, his muzzle
slipping in and out of her cunt as if he were searching for something inside her pussy.
"Yessss, oh God in heaven, YESSSSSSS!"
Her long blonde hair tangled around her throat and her eyes glazed over as she moved
her ass up once more, giving Shep more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her excitement
and could see how things were progressing. He was lapping the rounded bottom of her
ass, slathering down the trembling asscheeks with spit then moving back to her tiny,
tight asshole. Laura's eyes opened, rounded, as she felt the tip of his tongue trail around
the graypink wrinkled flesh of her asshole.
"GOD!"
She was shouting, shouting to the rooftops because his tongue seemed to be everywhere
at once. She felt wet all over. Yes, that was it, wet all over, wet with doggie spit, bathed
with Shep's saliva. She breathed through her nostrils, feeling her lungs burning with
excitement as she rocked her thighs from side to side.
"Ohhhh!"
Pushing herself up on her elbows Laura saw what was happening and felt the full shock
of it. There he was – big, dark and furry, resting between her white legs, his head
wedged tightly between her thighs while his tongue slopped up and down, up and
down over her dark, red pussymeat. She saw her hairs all slicked down with doggie spit.
They were all pointing up toward her panting belly. Long rivers of spit glistened on her
thigh flesh as the hungry animal kept on licking her.
"UGNNHHHH!"
It was too much, too much for one day. Laura collapsed back on the bed, raising her
hands above her head and locking her fingers around the posts of the headboard. She
squeezed hard, arching her back, feeling her body tense like an overwound spring,
getting ready to cut loose, to cut loose on a mindblowing climax!
"NOOOOOOOO!"
The dog could tell she was getting ready to cum. Shep growled more frantically, pushed
his forepaws against her thighs, and curled his tongue and drove it deeper into her
sucking pussy. Laura cried out, her face a mask of pain and lust while she felt her
cuntal muscles spasm, then cramp shut on the invading tongue. She worked her ass
around in tight circles, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the
air she sucked in to feed her moving body.
The more she moved around and shifted her thighs from side to side, the more pleasure
she brought to her body. If only she could have that sensation of being filled, of having
something very big and thick rushing in and out of her cunt! That would be so good, so
wonderful. She thought of Brad, of his cock, and let out another groan.
Laura tilted her pussy up, digging her ass into the mattress. She felt the dog's tongue
rim her pussy and pet the pulsing circle of tiny muscles. Then it slipped inside, drawing
more and more cunt juice up to the surface.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!"
Soon, very soon! Shep rose slightly from the bed and moved forward. Laura felt her
cuntal walls spasming. She could feel those tiny muscles trying to grab the dog's black
nose. She was shivering on the edge of climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. She
kicked her left leg out, fanning out the toes until they cramped. The dog slowed his
rubbing friction, purposely teasing her before resuming it again.
"No, no slow, no, no stop... ohhh, no stop!"
Laura was beyond reason now. She thought of a man's prick and how her cunt would
be holding it tightly at this point, milking his cock as he got ready to shoot his big load
into her.
The thought, the image of Brad holding her down with his big hands while his cock
impaled her, hurried her into the storm of her cum, made her pitch on the bed. She
bucked her ass against the dog's jaws while she flailed her fists against the mattress. His
fangs cut her slightly. And that touch, that wonderful agonizing touch nearly pushed
her over the edge. Strange strangling sounds came from her throat as she raked his fur
with her fingers, pulling him harder against her.
She wanted a cock, a man's prick inside her. She wanted to feel a pair of hot, hairy,
dangling nuts riding over her cunt while cum shot into her. Cum, jizz! Yes, she
remembered, Laura remembered how it was to be helpless while her husband emptied
his balls into her pussy! That sensation of being filled, of having that wonderful white,
hot, sticky stuff splattering into her cunt drove her crazy!
"Huhhhhhrrr! HUHHHHHRRRRRRR!"
Her head snapped from side to side, tangles of her blonde hair splashing over her face.
Cum, cum! Oh, it was so wild, so confusing. Flames of goodness licked up her thighs,
burning into her pussy. She couldn't stop it, couldn't stop what was going to happen.
Again she was going to climax in a dog's mouth, to cum with an animal. So what, so
what? That itching was turning into a pulsing ache, and that, in turn, was becoming...
"WAWWWWWHHHHHH!"
A moment of anticipation passed. She teetered on the brink then pitched over the edge.
The dog stayed with her, licking and nuzzling her cunt, his hot breath panting against
her convulsing pussy. Hot juice flooded out onto the bed, staining the coverlet and
wetting the dog's nose until the wet, smacking sounds were louder than be fore. Laura
was thrashing around like a wild woman, her groans mixing with the growls of the
German Shepherd as her achingly slow climax peaked and sent her floating above the
bed.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Laura didn't care if her neighbors heard her and realized what was happening. She
didn't even care anymore if her daughter were to come in and find her climaxing with
her pet German Shepherd. All that mattered at this point was her cunt, her aching,
itching cunt, and that wonderful animal between her legs satisfying it. Shoving her
fingers into her cunt and scraping the tense outer lips with her nails, Laura whimpered
and shouted as she felt the dog licking her whitened, shaking knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again Laura found the dog resting next to her. At first she
petted him dreamily, letting her fingers slide up and down his panting, furry sides.
Then her eyes shifted to the open door. How stupid she'd been! What if Trisha had
come home and found her like this?
"No, Shep, go, go downstairs," Laura said, pushing aside the comforting glow that had
settled over her body.
She couldn't let this happen again, not again, she thought, brushing the hair from her
eyes. It was too dangerous, far too risky. What if Trisha came in and...? No, it would
never happen again.
Sliding her legs over the edge of the bed Laura steadied herself, rose, and threw her
bathrobe around her shoulders. Shep had obeyed, trotting from the room, barking with
some satisfaction as he made his way down the hall to the stairs.
"Ohhh God," Laura whispered, staggering to the bathroom and shrugging off her robe.
She caught sight of herself as she turned on the shower – her face was flushed, bloated
with lust, her nipples still red, still hard with excitement. It was just as if she'd been
with a man.
Stepping into the shower Laura sudsed her swollen cunt, turning around under the
cold, stinging spray of water, trying to sort things out, trying to see if there were some
way she could stop this mania of hers before it got out of hand.
Throughout the rest of the day thoughts like these haunted her, invaded her every
thought. And when Trisha skipped into the house around five-thirty and announced
that she and Diane wanted to go out to an early movie, Laura wasn't pleased. Frowning,
she sat at the dinner table, eyeing her daughter, wondering if she were telling the truth.
"A movie?" Laura asked, raising one eyebrow as she passed her daughter the salad.
"Yeah, the one with Burt Reynolds in it. He's dreamy. But I guess it's kinda dumb to
dig guys like that – I mean, guys you'll never meet and all that," Trisha said, fighting
down the blush she felt rising to her face.
It was a ruse, a lie. Diane had dared her to phone Hank and propose a date, a
rendezvous. She'd cover for Trisha, both girls knowing that Laura wouldn't approve of
another date so soon with Hank without suspecting something. It was deceitful, yes.
But Trisha knew her mother would never let her go out if she told her the truth.
"You and Diane, well, spend so much time together. I thought perhaps some time you
and I could go out for a movie and..."
Laura was hunting for words, trying to say what she meant without offending her
damned pride. She stopped, handing the meat plate to Trisha. The dog, her daughter,
her own frustrated cunt – everything was so damned confused, tortured.
"All right, but don't come home late. If you go to the seven-thirty show I want you
home at ten sharp, understand?" Laura said, feeling she'd lost another round in the
game with her daughter.
"Yes, Mother, don't worry," Trisha said, feeling her heart skip a beat as she thought of
what the night would bring.


Chapter 10

"Your mom doesn't suspect anything?"
"No, she thinks I'm out with Diane at a movie.
Trisha looked down at her folded hands, feeling her cheeks burning. Her heart was
pounding so hard, oh so hard! Surely he could hear it, could know what was on her
mind. She wished she could be like some of the other girls at school who toyed with
boys and made them chase after them while looking so cool all the time.
But Trisha couldn't hide her feelings from Hank. She wanted him, wanted him badly.
Memories of the other night when he'd eaten her out that way, his prick pistoning in
and out of her mouth, filtered through her mind as she sat in the room above the
garage.
Hank had picked her up at Diane's and, after some conversation, had driven back to
her place, parking the cat in the alley. Trisha had felt so guilty as they sneaked up the
stairs, peering over her shoulder and seeing her mother's bedroom light on. But then
she heard Hank coming up behind her and all her thoughts of guilt vanished. She was
going to be alone with him, alone and, well, able to do what she wanted.
"I was going to call you later. You just got one up on me," Hank said after a long
pause.
He was sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. It was all so shameless. She had
invited him to fuck her. Yes, that's what it boiled down to. She was nothing more than
a street slut. And yet Trisha didn't care.
"I wasn't sure about calling you, but Diane said-"
"Hey, let's stop talking about Diane."
Trisha knew what that meant. She choked down a gasp as she heard him slide closer to
her. The girl kept her eyes shut, she couldn't bear to see his face so close. A hand
circled her small neck, the other around her waist. She pushed back against the
wonderful feeling. Oh, she was as shameless as her pet Shep. No, no, she wasn't going
to think of the dog again, and certainly not here, not with Hank!
"Trish..."
He was kissing her hard, his tongue sliding back to her throat. For just a second Trisha
hesitated, pressing her fingers against his chest. She shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't
be throwing herself at his feet. But when she felt his fingers fumbling for the buttons of
her blouse, felt his knees pressing against hers, felt his breath on the side of her neck,
the girl surrendered completely. This was it, her big moment, the moment she would
lose her cherry!
"Ohhhh Hank!"
Everything for the next few moments was blurred, half-understood by the panting
young teen. How had he managed to slip her blouse and shirt off so quickly, to
unbuckle her sandals, to slide her panties and bra from her body without her really
feeling it? It was so strange, so mysterious!
"My turn now."
Trisha shook her head, pinching her thighs to bring herself back to reality. There was
the sound of his Levi's dropping down. In the half-light she saw his cock, that big, long,
thick thing sticking straight out from his groin like a barber pole! Instinctively Trisha
ran her fingertips along her lips. remembering just how wide she'd had to open her
jaws to swallow his prick. Again the girl shivered, feeling hot flashes ripple, up and
down her thighs.
"It's gonna be a nice, hot fuck," Hank whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and
putting his hands on her shoulders.
Trisha felt herself sinking back, back until her spine was sliding up and down the
mattress. The girl moaned, feeling his fingers pushing through her hair and his lips
nibbling along her neck. His cock rubbed up and down the groove separating her
thighs from her belly.
"I'm, I'm afraid. I haven't done this before and-"
"Don't worry about it," Hank said reassuringly, sliding his knees up and shoving them
against her upturned ass. "It's gonna hurt for just a sec, but then it's a good ride all the
way home."
Trisha tensed her body, feeling so thin, so small under his thick-muscled body. Hank
nuzzled his chin in the nape of her neck, moaning something while keeping her ass
pressed down against the mattress. She felt him pressing one finger into the squishy
mess where her cunt seeped juice. He was tracing the bottom of her cleft, finding the
tense, aching muscles that clenched around her cuntal mouth. Then Hank moved his
hand away, sliding his cockhead against the crack. Trisha shivered once m ore with
fright and excitement. The big moment had come!
"NO, NO, NO!"
Again the blonde teen felt fear, trembled at the thought of being pierced, penetrated, by
Hank's prick. Her hands fluttered around his shoulders, pressed against his chest, tried
to get him off.
"Just relax, relax," he breathed.
"I..." Trisha was trying hard.
She felt his cock stretching her cuntlips, peeling them back as it gurgled its way down.
"Oh, oh, it's going... going in!"
Trisha arched her back like a frightened cat, wallowing her shoulder blades against the
mattress. Her knees jerked up, the balls of her feet dancing against Hank's pumping
thighs. He was fucking her, really fucking her, splitting her in half with his cock. She
shuddered with the sexy sensation of her cunt being filled with cock – especially with a
hard hunk of cockmeat like that! As he slipped more and more of his prick into her,
Trisha moved her hips from side to side a little, changing t he angle her cunt met with
Hank's prick.
Hank was right, so right! It was a piece of heaven having his cock going into her,
rubbing against her itchy cuntal walls, scratching away that awful ache and yet, at the
same time, making it worse! The stud was halfway inside her when her cuntal muscles
spasmed and tightened down. She could feel his cockhead pressing against her cherry.
"NO!"
"Just relax, baby. Relax and let it happen, let it happen," Hank whispered, tensing his
muscles, getting ready to break her cherry.
"UGHHHHHWAWHWHHH!"
Trisha felt the pressure, felt his cockhead battering her thin membrane. And then, with
a tearing sound, it broke lose! The pain, oh, it was so bad, so indescribable! Trisha
opened her mouth to let out a scream and only a rush of air followed. Tears sprang
from her eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks as the rest of Hank's cockmeat slipped
into her pussy. She could feel his balls pressing against her thighs, could feel him all the
way inside her. If only the pain would go away, if only that ache would disappear!
"Ohhhhhh..."
"Take it easy, Trish. It happens that way. Girls've got it lots worse than guys. But from
now on it's clear sailin'," Hank whispered reassuringly.
They lay together quietly, his fingers stroking her forehead, his legs moving gently
against hers for several minutes. Gradually Trisha discovered, to her surprise, that Hank
was right. The pain was ebbing, being replaced by a feeling far more powerful, far more
consuming. She was starting to feel just how stretched her insides were around his huge
prick. When Hank started pulling it out she tensed, afraid any movement would bring
back the pain.
"It's over. The pain's over," he said, smoothing his fingers over her trembling shoulders.
Trisha sighed. "It's so weird. It's like your cock's taking over everything."
"That's the way it's supposed to be."
He tucked his ass under, sliding his cock back into her cunt. Trisha gasped, her eyes
widening while her jaws slackened. She had never imagined something so big could get
inside her! How Diane had giggled when Trisha had told her about how she had sucked
Hank off! And how enviously the perky brunette had looked after Trisha when Hank
came over to pick her up. She knew what was going to happen.
"Fucking, baby, we're real fucking!" Hank whispered, dragging his cock out and
making Trisha shiver as she felt her elastic, slick cuntal walls touching one another,
closing up behind the retreating cockhead.
"Fucking," Trisha whispered back, feeling his prick piston back into her.
"Move that ass. Yeah, that's it, really move it around... unghhhhhh."
Trisha felt him all the way down into her. She moved her ass around in circles, feeling
his prick stirring her insides around like a big handle. The mass of sexual tension
swelled like a balloon in her belly. Trisha was spinning out of control fast. Her clit
sparked, sending showering bolts of pleasure into her cunt. Her asscheeks flexed,
softened, then flexed again, pumping back and forth wildly as Hank continued to
trench out her sucking pussy with his prick.
"NGNNNGHHHH!"
Hank dug his fingernails into her asscheeks, helping her roll them around.
"You're... ughhh... a fuckin' natural, baby, a real natural," he whispered brokenly.
The insides of Trisha's thighs alternately burned and froze while more juice seeped from
around Hank's cock. She could feel his balls swinging forward, slapping against her
pumping ass. Trisha couldn't stand much more. She tossed her hips around with the
beat of her pulse. The simmering heat in her brain climbed to boiling. Soon, soon, she
was going to have her big climax, the first cum with a guy's cock in her cunt. Crying
out desperately, she threw her hands around his big neck and held on for life. The
room spun around and around as she started holding her breath in.
"Go for it. Go for it, baby," Hank encouraged.
A deep, sobbing breath made her cunt feel even fuller when the pistoning cock rammed
in. How her cuntal mouth hurt from the friction. In and out, in and out that prick
rammed, driving her half-mad with pleasure. And then it started, her big cum, her giant
climax. A wild fire started at the mouth of her pussy, the gathering rush in her veins
triggering her orgasm. Trisha grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard bar of
cockmeat. The explosion deep in her pussy spread to all parts of her belly, making her
body shiver as if electricity were passing through it. Her mouth opened once more to
cry out.
"CUMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
Trisha exploded, her mind blowing apart into a million pieces. She struggled and cried,
her fists pounding hard against Hank's chest while her legs flailed against the mattress.
At the same moment she felt the boy's cock jerk and twitch against her cuntal walls.
Something every hot and sticky was filling her. Ohhhh, he was shooting gobs of hot
jizz into her pussy!
Trisha felt like she was all cunt – all hot, wet, milking and clutching. She was going
crazy, bucking at the cock, bouncing up and down. She lost the noises of his breathing
and gasping in her own cries. Her head shot back while her tits jiggled like pudding
with the furious blasts of her cuntal reaction.
"Wow!" Hank whispered, propping his head up after the last spasms of his climax
rippled through his prick. "That was better 'n before, lots better."
It took some time for Trisha to form a reply. She was still coming down from the sexual
high.
"It was so good, so – I dunno, just real good," she whispered, glad it was still early in
the evening. Hank's cock was, she was sure, one of the biggest, hardest pricks in the
world.
"Yeah, I know. And we got lots more time before I have to get you back to Diane's,
right? I mean, we can stay up here for a while, can't we?"
"Oh yes, yes," Diane gurgled happily, throwing her arms around Hank's neck once
more and drawing him down to her. As she felt his tongue slipping into her mouth
again, Trisha felt the last vestiges of guilt leave her. Fucking was good. Fucking was fun,
not the awful thing her mother had tried to paint it. If only her mother would loosen
up a little in her own life she'd know.
"Fuck," Hank whispered, his cock growing hard once more.
Trisha smiled, glad of the young man's insistence, of his virility. Yes, it was going to be
a wonderful night... at the movies.


Chapter 11

"Thank you, Mrs. Welisley. No, I'm sure everything will be fine. No, no, you had a
right to. Yes, thank you again," Laura said, putting the receiver down slowly.
Trisha had lied to her! Standing by the phone table Laura felt her mind reeling. Her
daughter wasn't at the movies with Diane. The girl was at home watching television
and some boy had come over while Trisha was there and had taken her out. A boy!
"Oh!"
Turning away from the phone Laura held her hands to her stomach feeling a little sick.
It was all her fault. She had kept too close a track on her daughter. And now Trisha had
rebelled, had run to her friends for help and support. Everything was wrong!
Everything she touched seemed to crumble in her fingers.
Closing her eyes she imagined her daughter in the arms of some man, perhaps that
young boy Hank she'd gone out with earlier. She was fucking. Yes, there could be little
doubt of that. Fucking, her little mind out of control, wriggling there on some strange
bed while her mother was at home biting her nails and wondering what to do with her
God-forsaken life!
"Ohhhhhh..."
Laura bit her lip, feeling a hot tear roll down her cheek. No, she wasn't going to give
into self-pity again. All right, she'd made a mistake. Trisha wanted more freedom, more
time and space to explore herself, well, she'd give it to her. And she wanted some space
too, some time to explore herself, that was what Laura wanted.
"Shep."
The name came to her lips automatically. Turning, she saw the dog again standing in
the living room, rubbing his sides against the coffee table. What would her daughter say
and think if she were to find her mother in bed with the dog, going crazy with his
tongue licking up and down her cuntal slit? Would she think her old lady was such a
fuddy-duddy? Would she...?
"Come on, boy, come on."
So Trisha had her times, her fun, her fucking spree. Well, there was no reason why she
couldn't have it too. Laura felt something like rebelliousness against her daughter as she
climbed the stairs quickly, her bathrobe opening, sliding from her shoulders and
floating to the floor as she reached the top. Shep stopped for a moment, sniffed at the
discarded garment, then jerked his head up and followed Laura's bare, jiggling
asscheeks down the hall.
She reached the bedroom and stopped in front of the full-length mirror in the closet
door to admire herself. Nice firm tits, long legs, firm belly, pretty face framed by long,
blonde hair. She wouldn't have much trouble finding a man to appreciate her, to fuck
her. But there would be time enough for that in a day or so. Right now she felt the
need to have something licking her cunt, something to get back at her daughter with,
something to ease her feeling of betrayal of foolishness.
"Come on, boy, come on, we'll show the world," Laura said, a wry smile on her lips as
she sat down on the edge of the large queen-sized bed and then slid back until her
spine rested against the headboard. It was going to be so good, so wonderfully good
now that she didn't feel the need to inhibit herself. If her daughter wanted to act the
whore, fine. She'd do one better.
Shep climbed onto the bed, mouthing her toes, making Laura giggle unabashedly as she
squirmed on the bed. Her nostrils flared, the hard red tips of her tits growing a darker
and darker red. Cuntal dew began to appear on her curly pussy hairs while her flesh
crawled and chilled with excitement. Every square inch of her skin seemed alive to
touch as the dog slid his tongue around her ankles, growling softly, moving his maw
closer, closer to her pussy.
"Ohhhhh Shep, Shep."
Would she have the nerve to let him... fuck her? Laura bit down on her lip again,
feeling so strange, so odd. She didn't know if she had the courage to let him mount her,
take her like the bitch in heat she was.
"Here, boy, here."
She sat up, wiggling her ass forward until she was even with the German Shepherd.
Shep tilted his head to one side, looking at her curiously as she ran her fingers through
the fur covering his head. He whimpered, leaning heavily against her arm. Yes, he loved
affection, liked to be petted that way. She was burning up with lust, knowing full well
that the reason was her daughter's rejection of her and her resulting desire to strike
back, to hurt as well as to enjoy life herself.
"Good dog."
Her hand slipped under the animal's muscular chest. What was she doing? Why was
she doing this, sliding her fingers back, back, back down the thinning hair toward his
cock. Grinding her teeth together Laura found herself stroking the bulge of his
cocksheath, caressing the pointed tip of his red cock just starting to come out. Shep
whimpered, twisting his head around and licking her arm. Yes, he was interested in her,
interested in what she was doing to him. More and more of his red knobby hard-on
was sliding out of his sheath as he continued lapping his tongue around her elbows,
then moving it up to her face.
"Good dog, good," she gasped.
Letting go, the woman fell back on the bed, tilting her burning cunt up to him. Shep
nosed her thigh, then dragged his tongue up along her throbbing fuzzy mound. The
outer cuntlips pulled to one side, peeling back as blood filled them. It was lovely,
wonderful. Laura was already forgetting that it was an animal who was licking her. She
always forgot quickly when things got going. It was that awful hunger that made her
forget.
"Yesssss... Shep!"
He was doing it harder, becoming more insistent. But still it wasn't the same as getting
fucked, really fucked, by a man. She moved both hands down to her cuntal slit, plowing
her fingers into the velvety slit and feeling around. The dog licked her shaking
knuckles. Laura whimpered, roughly grabbing the fur around the dog's neck and
pulling his snout into the seeping pit of her cunt.
"Ooh, oh, ohh!"
A cock. A real, live, hard cock! That's what she needed so desperately at this moment.
She couldn't put it off any longer. She couldn't ignore her own needs, her lusts. In a
moment she found herself on her hands and knees, her blonde hair curtaining her face,
her tits hanging free down her chest, the nipples nearly touching the wrinkled coverlet.
She was in a bitch-fucking position, her back bowed down slightly, her thighs spread
apart, the blonde tufts of cuntal hair frazzled out, slick ed with pussy juice and doggie
spit. Wagging her ass from side to side slowly Laura called out to the dog, her nostrils
flared, her body waiting for the big German Shepherd.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Paws scratched at her asscheeks. She felt him sniffing her pussy, his tongue sloshing up
and down for a moment over her asscheeks, her exposed cunt. Then he was on top of
her, his forelegs sliding up her sides, gripping her body tightly just below her hanging
tits. The warm, furry weight of his body pressing against hers made her shiver, suck in
a shuddering breath.
Fanning out her fingers Laura curled them and dug the nails into the sheets. Her ass
moved, dipped, wagging from side to side. Something very, very hot and slick brushed
over her cuntal crack. She could feel his hindquarters moving nervously behind her, the
legs bumping the backs of her knees, his head nestling in the valley between her jutting
shoulder blades.
A flash of fear, shame and guilt shot through Laura's reeling mind. But as her
excitement reached a fever-pitch she could hardly think rationally, barely think through
what she was doing. Shep felt incredibly good draped over her, his body warming hers,
his cock sliding up and down her ass, nearing her pussy.
Laura was on the brink of satisfying her need to have her cunt filled. Could she really
go this far? Could she cross the species line and let an animal do this to her? Hadn't
she already gone beyond certain forbidden limits? Sobbing in confusion, the woman
jerked her head from side to side, her long blonde hair sweeping over her knuckles.
Shep growled, tightening the grip of his forelegs around her chest then tensed, driving
his hindquarters forward hard.
"NO!"
Laura felt it, felt the red barb penetrate shallowly. Instinctively the woman tensed, her
body shivering with lust, with disgust. She couldn't go though with it, she couldn't let a
dog fuck her, couldn't sink that low.
But as she fought with herself Shep was driving more and more of his prick into her.
Then it began, the fast pumping action of a dog-fuck. Laura felt the cock knob brushing
over her clit, eliciting sparks of delight. She felt his fuzzy little balls slapping her ass, felt
the wet, in-and-out friction of his bony prick as it slipped into her cunt. Oh, the delight
of being fucked, of being filled with cock, any cock! She lowered her head, wagging her
ass more frantically from side to side, crying out to the dog, to herself, to God!
"NOOOOOOOO!"
She came fast and hard, her cunt clenching Shep's prick and holding it, shaking his
cock while her clit sent showers of sparks into her cunt.
"WAAWWWHWHWHHHHHHH!"
And Shep was close. Laura could tell the dog was close to letting go, to slopping his
cum into her pussy. No, no, she couldn't go that far, couldn't let him fill her with his
awful spunk. Somehow she'd managed to fall forward, swatting back at the animal,
tossing him over the side and off her body even while she was still cumming.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
She lay on the bed, her knees jerking up, her body trembling mightily as her cunt
spasmed. A man, a man's cock. Yes, that's what she needed. Grabbing a pillow and
shoving it down, wedging it between her knees Laura humped desperately against it,
finishing herself off while watching the dog below her cum on the floor.
"Lord, lord!"
The sounds of Shep's whimpering as he shot off onto the carpeting finally died away.
She could hear him licking his cock and balls again. It had been good, very good, but
still it wasn't nearly what she needed. Laura shifted position in bed, rolling onto her
back and tossing the pillow to one side. She needed a man, a real man holding her,
spreading her legs apart, diving for her cunt with his mouth, then coming up and
spearing his prick into her pussy. Shep had been nice, had been good enough to free
her from her reluctance to have sex with anything.
But that was over, she saw that now. Propping her head up on the pillow Laura peered
down and watched the dog lick himself off. She thought about Trisha, about what her
daughter was doing. Yes, they had to get back together, get closer. Perhaps the way to
get closer was to let go, to live her own life and share part of it with her daughter. It
sounded sensible and it would certainly be more fun.
Falling back on the bed Laura crossed her arms over her belly, hugging herself,
smiling weakly as she thought about men – tall, hardmuscled, hard-cocked men she
would meet. And she would be in the spots to meet them. Come Monday the people at
work would see a new Laura. Still smiling she drifted off to sleep, hoping her daughter
would be home soon.

* * *

In the garage behind the house Trisha had just finished fucking Hank a second time.
She was slumped in a half-doggie-fuck position, her cunt still holding tightly onto his
softening cock, cum oozing down her fuzzy pussy and trickling down her thighs.
"Ohhhhh, that was sooooo good!"
She had never thought of fucking like that, although she'd seen pictures of women
doubled over like this, their knees tucked nearly under their tits while the guy shoved
in and under. It was so different. In a way she found it more exciting, although for a
moment she had a disquieting thought. Trisha pictured Shep doing this to her, climbing
on top of her and sticking his awful cock into her pussy. Of course he had nearly done
that that one terrible night. But she had been quick to knock him away before he got
any big ideas.
"Check the time."
Hank slipped out of her cunt with a wet, squishy pop. Leaning over, he grabbed his
wrist watch.
"Still have another hour or so," he said, putting the watch back and smoothing his
fingers over her ass. Trisha smiled. Another hour. Could he cum again, could he get
hard once more and send her to heaven?
"Ohhh, I could do this all night," she said breathlessly, turning around and peering
naughtily over one shoulder.
"Yeah, Trisha, with you so could I."
She smiled, rolling back on her ass and embracing the big stud. For a moment she
thought of her mother and what she was missing in life. If only they could get together,
talk things out. Perhaps she wouldn't have to sneak around like this. Perhaps – but that
it was impossible. Her mother was so old-fashioned, so much a prude!
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," Hank whispered, his prick getting hard again and
sliding up her belly.
"Oh yes, yes," Trisha whispered, forgetting about everything except that wonderful cock
and what it was doing to her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
It would be a wonderful hour and there would be many, many more in the future.


THE END
