MOM'S BEDTIME PET
By Paul Gable


Foreword

It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of
quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then.
Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony
of modern society.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, noisy, competitive
world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill – going to boring jobs, living in
carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in
the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly
released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
Rhona Golden is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, she jumps
at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples,
determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
MOM'S BEDTIME PET is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us –
and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Why, why...?"
Rhona Golden sat quietly on the couch, drumming her fingers on the arm rest. It was
quiet, so very quiet in the large house. The ticking of the mantle clock before her
sounded deafening as she thought of her daughter, her own empty life, of that attack of
horniness she was now experiencing. It wouldn't go away this time. It just wouldn't go
away. Try as she might, the attractive, thirty-six-year-old blonde couldn't make that
awful pulsing itch in her cunt disappear.
Straightening her back, Rhona slid back on the couch and felt the subtle rubbing of her
cuntlips against one another. It was almost too much to stand. Tonight had to be the
worst ever! But what did she expect? She hadn't fucked with a man in nearly four years.
And she didn't plan to change that, either. At her age, what could she get? Some junior
exec looking for a little strange pussy or some widower sobbing into his drink about his
late wife? No, that wouldn't please her at all. And with her daughter Allison living
there, well, it would just be too complicated, too embarrassing, too... awkward.
There were the neighbors, too, to consider – their leering faces, knowing smirks. She
was sure they thought she was sneaking a man in some way. Oh, how angry that made
her! And did Allison suffer from their winking? Rhona didn't know. But at least the girl
knew nothing untoward was happening at home. All her actions were above board, dull
and uninteresting.
But how, just once, she wished a repairman would walk in, some horny newsboy would
overstay his collection visit, something like that would happen and then she would...
would do nothing.
"Damn!"
Why couldn't she bring herself to admit it? She was just afraid of committing herself
again to a man, of linking her life with another's. Her marriage had been a good one.
But that was over, with Jack in the ground and her trying to raise a spirited daughter.
No, there was just no time for that kind of fooling around. Shaking her head, trying to
clear her mind, Rhona rose and walked to the fireplace.
"But why, why can't I just try?" she whispered to herself, feeling those odd chills
flashing up and down her spine.
Rhona was afraid, simply afraid to try again. Most men were of doubtful character as
far as she was concerned. Look at her sister Virginia, at that "prize" she married. Rhona
let out a scornful laugh, trailing her fingers across the edge of the fireplace. What a
prize he turned out to be, leaving her in the lurch with three children, chasing after a
twenty-three-year-old brunette with a tight little ass! And all those years of sacrifice
Virginia gave, helping him through law school, helping him... Well, Rhona wasn't
going to make the same mistake. Jack had been good, but Jack was dead. Who could
say if luck would strike twice? More likely, she would wind up with more brats and a
husband who made life miserable for everyone.
That was why Ginna was sending her oldest boy for a three-week visit down here. She
needed time, some place to think things out, to reconcile her life with the loss of her
good-for-nothing husband.
But Rhona knew she didn't have to be married to fuck and, and... No, no, that was out
of the question.
Brushing these ideas from her mind, Rhona glanced down at her wrist watch. Allison
was late again. This was another problem. Her daughter was tugging at the parental
ropes Rhona had draped around her. She kept talking about her friends, about what the
other parents were letting their kids do. Rhona saw what the other kids were doing –
smoking dope, fucking, getting pregnant, getting arrested. No, no, that was no life for
her daughter, her little girl. But how could she convince Allison of that? How could she
convince Allison that just waiting for the right man, the right time to go out was worth
all the sacrifice? Her daughter saw all her friends having a ball right now and she
wanted some of the fun as well. It was so difficult to manage alone!
And tonight it was a party, probably one of the worst spots for teenagers to gather. Of
course it would be supervised – according to Allison. But still, kids could slip around a
parent's back and do all sorts of things. Hadn't she done the same when she was
young? Perhaps she should call. Allison left a number where she could be reached.
Rhona walked to the phone, put her hand on the receiver, bit her lip. No, that would be
showing distrust of her daughter, and she didn't want to irritate an already sensitive
area.
Sliding her hand away from the phone she turned and stared at the empty living room.
Oh God, she was so lonely, so terribly lonely she could cry. No, no, she wouldn't let
herself get in this mood again. She could manage. Rhona could manage. She could...
"Oh, down King, down!"
Well, she wasn't completely alone. There was King, a three-year-old German shepherd
she had purchased for companionship as well as protection. He always seemed to know
when she was down, when she needed a friendly rub, a wag of the tail. But now Rhona
was feeling something more than simple loneliness. She felt the tingling sensation
between her legs get worse, become hotter, tighter. She needed something more than a
dog's simple affection.
"Dinner, King. Go to the kitchen and I'll get you some dinner," she said, patting the
loving dog on the head.
He barked, turned around twice, his pointed ears pricked forward while his sloppy
tongue dangled from one corner of his mouth. King had turned out to be a handsome
dog – big and thick muscled, with a sleek gray and white coat that glistened in the
light. His dark brown eyes constantly glistened with good humor and excitement, his
bushy tail wagging rapidly from side to side when he was particularly aroused.
And if Rhona had been more attuned to his attitude at this point, she would have
noticed something different about him, something that would have made her wrinkle
her brow with concern. He was nosing her ankle, rolling those brown mischievous eyes
and peering up her thighs while making muted growling noises in his throat. Rhona
thought it was just another way of his being friendly and swatted down at him gently,
pushing him away and walking toward the stairway.
"Go into the kitchen, King. I'll be there in a moment," she said, her voice shaking
slightly.
Rhona knew what she had to do to ease the awful ache in her pussy. It was, a little
embarrassing for her to think of it, even now while highly aroused. But it was that or
go out trolling for a man. No, she couldn't simply stay in the house and let her cunt
burn like this.
"Oh... oh God!"
Rhona stopped on the stairway, her fingers gripping the handrail tightly while she bent
over. The rubbing of her cuntlips against one another as she climbed to the second
floor was overwhelming at this point. She felt shakier, weaker than she had ever felt
before. Now the friction of her pussylips against one another and over her swollen clit
was excruciating. She felt shamefully close to climax, so near to popping off right there
in front of the whining animal."No no!"
Again she shook her head, feeling her soft blonde hair splashing against her throat.
This was awful, terribly stupid. She was acting like some teenager, like... possibly like
her daughter. Did Allison have these same feelings? Would she be able to deal with
them, understand them? When Rhona reached the top of the stairs she paused again,
wrinkling her forehead. Had she ever really talked about sex with her daughter? Had
they ever sat down and talked about... men and what went on between a man and a
woman? Had she ever really explained fucking, the problems and the wonderful joys of
fucking?
No, they hardly talked about much of anything now. A kind of unofficial state of war
existed between them, a state Rhona certainly had never wanted. Perhaps that was
natural. Rhona didn't know. She only wished she could have her little girl back
again."Get back, King!"
The German shepherd was halfway up the stairs, his head cocked to one side, his tail
straight out while his pointed ears had edged forward. He stared up at her hesitantly,
wanting to climb up, to smell that exciting odor coming from between her legs.
But Rhona was in no mood or condition to understand what was going on in the
animal's mind now. She stood her ground, pointing imperiously down at the floor.
With a whimper, King turned and trotted down to the base of the stairs, turning
around and staring back up at her, wagging his tail slowly from side to side, waiting for
her to give the command for him to join her.
Instead, Rhona turned and walked quickly to her bathroom. Closing the door and
flicking on the light, she began undressing, staring at herself in the mirror. Bit by bit
her fine body came into view. Nature had been more than kind to Rhona, keeping her
flesh clear of any ugly blotches or stretch marks, keeping her big thirty-six-inch tits firm
and elevated.
Her panties clung to her damp cuntlips. Peeling the silky material away from her
pussymound made her shiver with delight. This time she was hot, really hot! Never
before had the woman felt her cunt respond to touch like this! Reaching behind herself,
Rhona unsnapped her bra and let her tits fall forward, watching them as they slapped
against one another, then rolled apart. She stood there now, stark naked, staring at her
reflection in the cabinet mirror.
She knew why men stared at her, why they gave her those fish-eyed expressions as she
passed by. They wanted her; they all wanted her, young and old men alike. But no one
would have her. No one! Her mind had been made up on that point when they were
lowering Jack into the ground.
Slowly, Rhona reached down, fanning her fingers along her flat belly. How warm her
flesh felt – warm and sensitive to the touch. Her knees started to bend as she leaned
against the cold porcelain sink and started to play with herself.
"Cock... cock."
She was whispering that forbidden word, that delicious word she could only say out
loud in the privacy of the bedroom or bath. Closing her eyes, Rhona thought of Jack,
thought of the way he used to hold her, pin her to the bed with his arms and legs while
he drove his tongue down her throat. And all the while his fat prick had been trenching
out her cunthole, gurgling in and out, rubbing against her clit while his balls slapped
noisily against her ass.
Oh, there had been good times in bed, such good times! Never, never had he left her
high and dry the way so many husbands did their wives – the way Virginia's husband
did. No, she had always been satisfied at least three, often four or five times a week.
She could almost feel her husband's body rubbing against hers now. His hairy chest, his
hot groin rubbing over hers. Reaching down a little farther, the woman grabbed a fistful
of her pulsing cuntmeat and started massaging her pussy, feeling the muscles tense,
feeling a steady, rapid throbbing begin that made her fingers icy with excitement.
She was breathing harder, her body swaying from side to side. It was getting worse, far
worse! And yet Rhona found herself smiling at the sensations racing through her pussy.
She massaged her flat belly with her other hand, working lower, the fingers penetrating
the blonde curly thicket covering her pussy.
Her head dropped back, her mouth opening and letting out a hysterical giggle. It was
still awesome to her to feel the power of her aroused cunt. It had always frightened her
a little. How could just one part of the body so control the other parts so often? Often
Rhona wondered about that, especially after having had sex with her husband. As he
lay quietly next to her at night, breathing steadily, she stared at the ceiling, still feeling
her pussy pulsing, vibrating from the powerful fucking it had just received. Nothing,
absolutely nothing could have stopped her from fucking her husband. The roof could
have come crashing down and she would have continued fucking. Her clit burned with
arousal as Jack fucked away, his hard hot cock stimulating her velvety cuntal lining.
How the world seemed to explode and crash into her pussy as her husband shot spurt
after spurt of his jizz into her body. Oh God, how she wished she could die at those
times, die at the height of their double climax!
All that was gone now, vanished into thin air. No, she wasn't going to start feeling
sorry, start sobbing – not now, not now with her fingers doing all those magic things to
her cunt. Her clit was tightening and throbbing as that hot feeling surged through her
pussy and spread through her belly.
"God, oh God... Jack..."
Her tits began to feel swollen as she leaned forward and rubbed them against the slick,
cool mirror. Shuddering, Rhona spread her tight cuntlips back, feeling the slick
sensation of their inner edges against her fingertips. Juice started seeping from the cunt
hole, oozing down her thighs. Up and down, up and down she slid her hands until her
palms were wet with her pussy juices. She couldn't hold back much longer. It was
impossible to contain the lustful feeling coursing through her body. Sighing again,
Rhona pulled her cuntlips back a little farther, sliding her fingers up, up until they were
caressing the sides of her clit.
It was as if someone had injected ice water into her body. The shock of that touch
nearly drove her to her knees. She leaned more heavily against the sink, moaning like a
whore in heat, shaking her head from side to side. How hard her heart was beating;
how her head whirled around and around while flashes of sexual heat made everything
around her fuzzy, unfocused. She felt her identity fading, drifting off somewhere,
replaced by violent sexual desire. Spreading her legs a little farther apart for balance,
Rhona kept sliding her fingers up and down, rubbing the whitened knuckles against her
clit.
She looked at herself again through the mist created on the mirror by her breath. She
watched her tits rise and fall rapidly, watched the nipples harden and the areolas turn a
darker red. Oh yes, yes, she was hot, really hot, hot for a fuck, for a man, for a man like
Jack! Jack, cock, Jack, fucking, Jack, cocksucking, Jack... oh, any man, any prick to ram
into her pussy, trench out her sucking hole, touch her clit and make her cry out with
ecstatic delight!
Her cries reverberated in the small room. She couldn't stand still, couldn't stay in one
place as her fingers began to dip and probe into her cunthole. Biting down on her lower
lip hard, the woman eased two fingers into her fuckhole, feeling the cunt muscles
spasm, then snap shut on the invading fingers, milking them as if they were a cock.
"Oh God!"
Rhona began working her hips back and forth, from side to side, fucking herself on her
rigid fingers. In and out, in and out the fingers fucked, scraping against the smooth
cuntal lining, touching her clit, making her feel so good, so fine all over.
"Jack, Jack..."
Desire, want churned through her body, making her pussy swell up tight against her
hands. Rhona wanted to touch herself all over all at once. But both hands were now
filled with soft, hairy, tightly packed cuntal muscles. On the balls of her feet, Rhona
leaned over a little more, pressing her tits flat against the mirror while she rolled her
forehead against the cool, comforting glass. Her shoulders were shaking with lust as she
continued fucking her fingers in and out of her pussy.
Her shoulders moved up and down, her stiff-tipped tits rubbed rhythmically on the
glass. And all the while her fingers acted like a small cock, penetrating her clenching
cunt-hole. Again and again she flicked her fingers at her clit, loving the hot-cold
sensations sparking from the tiny spindle. Oh, how Jack used to wedge his cheeks
between her thighs, slip his tongue over her cuntal slit then wiggle it back and forth
over the rounded bottom of her clit! God, how that made her want to crash right
through the ceiling! How she used to scream at that touch, arching her back, wallowing
her shoulders against the mattress while running her fingers through his long black
hair. Again and again he would suck her cunt, touch her clit with his tongue and
fingers while rolling her asscheeks back, back for the initial fucking thrust!
Memories of her husband faded in and out of her confused mind as Rhona continued
finger-fucking herself in the bathroom. Her body glistened with sweat now. It was all
she could do to keep her balance, stay upright as tremors of fuck-lust raced through her
body.
"God, fuck!"
What was she doing? What was she becoming? Some old maid who could only get off
like this? The shame and ridiculousness of it briefly flashed through her mind. No, no,
I'm not going to think of that now, she thought, pinching her clit gently.
Sex, love, they were for the living. Why was she hanging onto the past, the dead past?
Why couldn't she open herself and find another man, a good one like Jack.
"Oh, oh!"
Rhona kept finger-fucking herself, driving out that question as well, not noticing that
the bathroom door hadn't been completely closed as she had thought... and that it was
slowly being nosed open.


Chapter 2

"Cum, cummmm..."
Sweat was breaking out on Rhona's upper lip, the areas above her wrinkled areolas
feeling hot and damp at the same time as she rocked her hips from side to side. That
rubbing sensation was heavenly, something she loved experiencing more and more
now! Her fingers gripped the smooth edge of the sink," her feet sliding closer together,
her knees touching one another and slipping back and forth in opposite rhythms. Yes,
climax, orgasm, cumming, whatever word she used – it meant the same thing,
incredible flashes of happiness followed by loneliness, the loneliness of knowing there
wasn't a man next to her to hug, to caress after it was all over.
But that wasn't to be thought of now. No, all she wanted to think of was the blinding
fury that burned like a brush fire through her cunt. Her legs were slapping regularly
against the front of the sink, her asscheeks jiggling, the movements of her asscheeks
adding to the rubbing sensation that was driving the attractive blonde half mad. Her
head rolled, a string of drool oozing from one corner of her mouth as she soared closer
and closer to her climax.
Long, long ago her mother had told her that "nice" girls don't touch themselves that
way. Thank God she had managed not to say things like that to Allison. Her daughter
would never have to worry about overcoming a plethora of sexual hang-ups the way she
had. Thank God for Jack's patience and understanding. He had drawn her from her
cocoon, drawn her out in the world and showed her just how loving, how exciting a
sexual experience could be. God, why did he have to die in that crash?
Rhona set her jaw firmly, grinding her teeth together. She was sinking deeper and
deeper into the abyss of a hard, hot climax. She pinched her clit, rolling it between her
thumb and forefinger until she thought she was going to piss from the rising
excitement. Her buttocks tightened and separated as she shoved her hips from side to
side, sawing her cunt while she twisted her swollen clit again and again. This was going
to be a big cum, one of the largest she had ever had since her husband passed away.
The clit throbbing between her fingers was swollen, stretched like a small thumb and
easy to hang onto. "Cummmm!"
Rhona fucked her fingers in deeper, feeling the slick walls of her cunt tremble at the
touch of her nails. She was jerking her thumb and forefinger with faster, jerkier
movements, making her clit ache with lust. She was gasping, sobbing, finger-fucking
and twisting her thighs from side to side, nearly losing her balance several times and
pitching completely over the sink.
The door squeaked open a little farther, completely unnoticed by Rhona.
"No, ohhhhh God no!"
No one was home except King. No one could hear the crying out in a choked voice,
begging for a man, begging for a cock to satisfy her wild fuck-lust.
The firestorm raced through her cunt, radiating up her belly, spreading to her tits, her
overloaded brain. She couldn't think any more, couldn't say anything coherent. The
world exploded all around her into millions of brightly colored pieces, all of them
appearing to crash into her cunt. Again and again she squeezed her clit, rubbing her
belly frantically with her other hand, banging her forehead against the mirror as the hot
spasms shot through her pussy like lightning."Ugnhhh!"
And still she came! Rhona wrenched her hips, more pussy juice boiling over her cunthairs 
and trickling down her thighs. She laughed and sobbed as she flexed her hips and
ass again. Once more she thought of her husband, of the way he would make her cum
twice, sometimes three times in a row while he kept fucking her.
Rhona snapped her head back, her eyes glazing over as she tightened her grip on the
sink. Desperately, the woman grabbed at the porcelain, the room darkening in front of
her as her pussy exploded once more into a wild spectrum of sensations. More thrilling
spasms of lust rocked her body, snapping her hips from side to side. Her knees finally
gave way and she sank slowly to the floor, crying and sobbing all the way.
Rhona didn't know how long she'd lain on the floor like that. Her head was halfway
under the sink, one leg curled around a chrome support while the other was shoved
back against the bathtub. Her hands were crisscrossed over her tits, her head resting on
the small green throw rug near the shower. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. At
first she didn't know quite what and didn't want to find out. It was so good lying there,
feeling her flesh still glowing comfortably in the afterglow of her climax.
But then she realized something very wet and very warm was rubbing up against the
back of her right knee. Raising her head from the rug, Rhona peered over her thigh and
realized it was King, her pet German shepherd, crouched down next to her, licking her
body!
"No, bad dog!"
A shock of surprise and fear shot through the confused woman. She sat up
immediately, brushing the long blonde hair from her eyes. Sitting there, her hands by
her sides, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of the throw rug while her legs were
spread apart, Rhona felt terribly exposed, embarrassed in front of the animal. Had he
seen her finger-fucking herself like that? Rhona stared at the big dog then dropped her
eyes, feeling her cheeks burning. Something in his eyes told her he had seen her cum,
had watched her sink to the floor, her fingers still fucking in and out of her pussy.
"Go back! go back downstairs," she said, anger rising in her.
King tucked his tail between his legs and slinked out of the room, turning around just
outside the doorway and giving her another questioning look.
"Out!"
She would have to be more careful. God, now she had to worry about the dog. Bending
over, Rhona reached for the shower handles. She was about to turn the hot water on
when something touched the soft area behind her knees once more. Then the tongue
slid up, up, wetting her with that wonderful warmth that made her shiver.
Turning around, Rhona swatted back at the big dog, lost her balance and pitched
toward the bottom of the tub. She grabbed at the plastic shower curtain. For a moment
it held, suspending the woman over the porcelain. Then there was a loud tearing sound
followed by a shower of broken plastic hooks from above. Rhona screamed, gathering
herself in the curtain and falling into the tub.
"Unghhhh!" She struck her head against the side, dazing herself for a moment.
King lost no time. Taking advantage of her situation, he moved forward, pushing his
nose up against her cuntal mound. That cold touch woke her from her daze. He was
going too far touching her like that! What did he think she was? Did he think she was
some Tijuana slut who performed with animals onstage? Pushing herself up from the
floor of the tub, Rhona shook off the curtain, sliding back and turning around. She was
squatting now, facing the big animal eye to eye. Stretching out her hands, she took the
dog's head between her fingers and pushed him back.
"I said go downstairs and... ohhhhh!"
King was aroused. He had watched his mistress perform by herself, pitching and rolling
in sexual heat while she finger-fucked herself. He had sniffed at her hot pussy, had
touched her cunt. All the years of training evaporated now under his rising sexuality.
He was interested in her cunt, in the sweet-sour odor rising from the furred cuntlips
inches away from his tongue. Jerking his head from her hand, he dropped down and
shoved forward, pressing his snout once more against her pussy. Rhona thought the
world had crashed down again when she felt his sloppy tongue lick up from her ass to
her pussy, the tip nearly touching her fuckslit.
"No!"
This was getting serious. No, this couldn't go on, it just simply couldn't. Playing with
herself was one thing, but letting a dog touch her? It was something dirty jokes and
stories were made of, not real life.
"Back, go back downstairs!"
But her commands went unheeded. She had to get away from the big animal. Rhona
could see that now. There was no reasoning with him now.
Stepping around the big animal, Rhona reached behind the door, grabbed her robe and
slipped it over her narrow shoulders. King growled, nosing under the gown, backing
away each time she slapped down at him.
"Get away!"
Stepping over him, Rhona tied the belt tightly around her waist. She could use the
shower in Allison's room. The dog couldn't get to her in there. She would wash off the
smell that obviously aroused him. Then he would leave her alone and...
Halfway down the hall she felt him once more swarming around her ankles, nearly
tripping her. Why was she letting this happen? Surely there must be something she
could to to discourage him, something she could fling at him that would temporarily
cool his ardor!
"Please, please, get away from me!"
Rhona found herself panting in fear, panting like a dog! No, that was a bad choice of
words, a poor image. She had to cleanse her mind of that thought.
"This is... horrible," she whispered, gathering her gown more tightly to her body and
trying to sidestep the German shepherd.
But King wasn't about to be avoided now. She knew what he smelled. She could smell
herself, smell the musky odor rising from her cunt. She was still hot. To her surprise
and shame Rhona could feel her pussy trembling, the cunt walls slapping together as if
they were excited at the thought of the big dog touching her! No, that couldn't be true.
She wasn't that kind of whore, that kind of slut! Even the lowest hooker in town would
think twice before letting some animal touch her.
Rhona covered her mouth with one hand, fighting down the scream rising in her throat
as the dog leaped at her. His forepaws struck her thighs, and his hindquarters spread
wide behind him while his tail stood up in a broad arc. The weight of his muscular
body shoved her hard against the wall, keeping her from moving. His snout dropped
into her crotch, pushing aside the soft red material of her bathrobe. She could have
pushed him away again. But for a second it seemed as if her hands were paralyzed. She
stood there pinned against the wall, her eyes rounding with horror. He was unfastening
her gown, pushing the halves aside, exposing her hot flesh, her pussymeat. She watched
his dark brown eyes seem to glow with an excitement that made her groan.
Somehow Rhona found the courage to hit the animal, striking him hard across the side
of his head and knocking him from her body. Gathering her robe tightly to her tits
once more, she wheeled around and started running down the darkened hall. Behind
her she could hear the dog panting, growling low in his throat as he pursued her.
He was in front of Allison's room now, his forelegs spread widely apart, his head
dropped low. Rhona stopped, her heart in her throat. His black rubbery lips were
peeled back revealing a criss-crossed double row of killer fangs. He was growling low,
his tail dipped between his hindquarters. It looked as if he were about to attack her.
Grabbing instinctively at her throat, Rhona started backing down, one hand stretched
behind her. If only she could get downstairs, perhaps to the kitchen – where there were
knives, tools she could defend herself with!
"Oh God, someone help me!"
King darted forward, his head kept low. She felt his breath on her legs, felt the rub of
his fangs against her ankles. He was biting her, sinking those teeth into her flesh!
Rhona cried out, feeling herself pushed back, back against the wall again. Her hands
shot out, flailing desperately to either side as she fought for her balance. It was useless.
King was terrifying her with his light biting, not breaking the skin but biting hard
enough to make her irrational. With another cry, Rhona pitched backward, falling to
the floor on her ass.
The force of the fall had opened her gown, the garment nearly having slipped
completely from her shoulders. King growled with satisfaction, going straight for the
furry target.
"No!"
The touch of his snout against her warm pussy once more aroused the woman from her
stupor. Snapping her knees together, Rhona thrust her hands back behind her, slowly
scooting her ass away from the biting dog. But he kept pace with her. When she tried
pressing her knees together he shoved his broad shoulders against her legs, forcing
them apart. She didn't want to tempt fate again, didn't want to make King angry and
have him leap at her again. He might really bite her the next time.
She leaned back, her torso supported by her arms still stretched behind her, her legs
spread apart, the spread revealing her furred pussy. Between her knees was the animal,
his head shoved forward, the tongue lapping along her inner thighs, making them
glisten with his warm spit.
It was unreal! Yes, it was completely unexpected, unbelievable! She was falling back,
actually falling back onto the hall floor and opening her body to the dog. Rhona pushed
her knees apart, bending them slightly and dragging her heels over the carpeting. Her
gown was completely open now, spread put under her asscheeks.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yesssss..."
She was rolling her head from side to side, feeling that wonderful fury of her cunt
stoked back up to full flame by the dog's tender, tonguing caresses. At times she drew
her knees together, rubbing the sensitive flesh against the dog's furred sides. Chills
rushed up and down her spine, chills that were mixed with the thought of just how
sick, how forbidden this kind of sex act was. But now that it was happening to her,
Rhona didn't think of what she was doing as sick at all. It now all seemed so natural.
"Damn, damn!"
Her knees fell apart now, each lick from the dog's tongue bringing out more and more
of her pussy juices. She was hot again, hot as if she'd never cum in the first place!
Curling her fingers, she dragged her nails over the carpeting, arching her back and
hunching her cunt into the dog's maw when he touched a particularly sensitive spot on
her pussy. Yes, it was wonderful, wonderful having another... thing doing this to her,
much better than having her own fingers stimulating her cunt. And now he was
nuzzling her cunt, sliding his snout in and out of her pussy. Dear God, was she capable
of doing anything? "Fuck, fuck..."
She felt his long pink tongue petting the area around her inner cuntlips. She spread her
knees farther apart, feeling her cuntlips unstick and peel back. Oh yes, yes, she wanted
the big dog to taste and smell her pussy now, to touch her all over. How she had
changed; how much she wanted King now to make love to her, to lick her cunt, her
tits, her asshole... while she writhed like a bitch on the floor!


Chapter 3

Rhona didn't want to think about what was happening to her. She closed her mind to
reality, tightened her thighs and hunched up to the dog's hungry maw. Of course, she
knew there was an animal between her shivering legs. Yet it was better if she kept her
eyes shut, if she tried blocking from her mind exactly what was making her pussy so
hot, so tight. The heat from her pussy was helping her forget about King, about what
was licking her cunt, driving her higher and higher up the plane of sexuality to climax.
And she wanted this climax, needed it just as badly as the one she'd just had. Pitching
and tossing on the hallway floor Rhona slid her hands down, down her belly, finding
King's pointed snout, his hot mouth. She fanned out her fingers, feeling at the steamy
mess between her thighs. She could feel his tongue – that wonderful, hot wet thing
slicking up and down her cunt. At times he was petting her knuckles, tickling the
sensitive spots between her shaking fingers.
How strange! Every bit of reluctance she had had at the beginning was gone, vanished
into thin air! Now the panting woman could see nothing wrong about exposing her
pussy to a dog. Yes, a dog, her pet German shepherd! Rhona giggled hysterically as she
thought of the picture they made there in the hall – her robe fanned out under her
body while her legs were raised and spread apart, King's big body wedged between
them, his head bobbing in and out of her crotch.
A delicious hot flash of lust shot through her cunt again. She jerked her legs together,
rubbing her thighs against the animal's big head. How good it was to feel his fur
caressing her flesh, his pointed ears rubbing against her thighs! Flames of incredible
goodness lapped at her clit. Rhona rolled her ass slowly from side to side, her feet
banging first against one wall then the other.
"Yessss... oh, Christ in heaven, yesss... oh, give it to me, King, yes, give... ughhhh... give
it to me, lick... ughhhhh... lick m-m-meeeeeeeee!"
Rhona moved her ass up, giving the animal more of her pussy to eat. He could see her
rising sense of excitement, her lust that was taking away any fear she might still have
had. He whimpered through his nose, pushing in a little deeper with his snout. She
could feel his claws on the rounded bottoms of her ass, feel his breath panting through
the spit-wet curls covering her pussylips. She was going to cum, cum right in the dog's
maw if he didn't slow down a bit.
Friction. That was all it was – just hot, wet, sloppy friction, one surface rubbing against
another. She wasn't going to think much about the dog, about what was at the other
end of that wonderful tongue. All the blonde concentrated on at that point was that
slick touch, that sliding of the tongue against her clit, then down her asscrack to the
tiny knot of her shitter!
Rhona could feel her cuntal walls buckling, cramping from her rising sexual heat. She
groaned again through her clenched teeth, rolling her ass more frantically from side to
side, whimpering through her flared nostrils. She was a bitch, a bitch dog for him,
opening herself to him, wanting him to touch her all over, to...
No, no, she wasn't going to go that far. She wasn't going to let the animal mount her!
That was something far beyond what she was capable of. Licking pussy was one thing.
But fucking with a dog?
Fighting through the fog that had settled over her mind, Rhona pushed herself up from
the floor, propping herself on her elbows and watching what was happening to her.
How strange it was seeing King there, crouched on his paws, his head barely moving
between her legs while his tongue shot out periodically and lapped up and down her
pussy!
She saw the cunthairs being slicked down, all pointing up toward her belly. Again and
again the animal lapped at her pussy, sliding his tongue up toward her clit and
watching her reaction.
The moment King's tongue touched her clit, Rhona thought she was going to faint. She
arched her back, bouncing her asscheeks hard against the floor while bending her
elbows down. It was as if someone had touched her body with a live electric wire. The
first climax she had had in the bathroom had made her clit supersensitive. And now,
fully aroused, that tiny sputtering nub was sparking at the slightest touch of King's
tongue.
Again Rhona tried pushing up through the lust she felt, tried to keep her sitting
position. Somehow it helped her feel she had some control left. But the sensations
racing through her cunt were far too potent for her to fight. With a groan of defeat, she
crashed back down to the floor, rubbing the backs of her legs sensuously against the
carpeting as she prepared to pop off once more.
The dog's pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack. It was good, so very, very
good. Her clit burned and throbbed from the steady lapping friction. Every part of her
body seemed to be responding to King's cunt-lapping. Her tits were swelling, her
fingers seemed more sensitive than ever, and the sensitive places between her toes
tickled strangely. Fanning out her fingers along the dog's neck, she raised her feet
higher from the hall floor.
She was panting harder than ever. Rhona parted her thighs even farther than before,
peeling back her cuntlips, exposing every hollow and fold of her pussy. She didn't want
to hold anything back from the cunt-hungry animal now. She wanted him ravishing her
all over, wanted to feel that tongue fucking all the way up her pussy – all the way up,
the way she could have felt a man's cock fucking the hell out of her cunt.
"Fuck... fuck... ohhhhh..."
Yes, she wanted a fuck, a good hard fuck, a man's fuck. Closing her eyes, she thought
of Jack again, of some man, any man who would be on top of her now, fucking his
cock into her pussy slowly, driving her crazy while her cuntal walls tightly grabbed at
his prick, milked it frantically, tried to draw it in all the way.
All the way! Yes, deeper, harder! If only she could have that feeling of having
something fucking all the way into her cunt, filling her pussy up. Yes, she wanted to be
filled with cockmeat, inches and inches of thick, hard, pulsing cockmeat!
"Fuck!"
Rhona was gasping and babbling to the dog as he raped her with his tongue. She didn't
know where she was any longer, what she was doing, who or what was between her
thighs. Her hands grabbed at the dog's thick coat of fur, then dropped and clawed
wildly at the hallway carpeting.
"God, fuck, fuck!"
Rhona brought her feet together at the sides of the dog's head and rubbed her toes just
under his ears. The stiff tickle of his coat against her soles made her throw her head
from side to side, her blonde hair tangling around her throat. Drool oozed from both
corners of her mouth now, dribbling down her chin as she moved her ass up, let it fall
back, then shot it back up again.
She twisted her body like a snake, moving it from side to side so King's teeth could
brush one cuntlip, then brush the other. And then there were those wonderful times
when he was touching her clit, petting it with his tongue, brushing one of his fangs
against her clit.
Rhona knew she was going to cum in a few seconds. She worked her ass around in
frantic circles, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she
sucked through to feed her body. King's licking tongue seemed to be everywhere at
once now. The more she moved, the more pleasure he was bringing to her. Once more
she thought about a cock, a hard, fat cock that would fill her cunt, stretch out the
itching walls of her pussy and make them tremble!
More flashes of delight! Rhona tilted her cunthole up and felt the dog's tongue rimming
the pulsing, rubbery circle of pussy muscles. Then he slipped it inside, rubbing the tip
against the folds of her pussy. Oh God, how deliciously good it all was. How could she
have ignored such feelings, such possibilities before?
Rhona was teetering on the brink, feeling herself about to plunge into a mind-blowing
climax. She was sucking in lungfuls of air, her throat tight and dry, her chest feeling as
if someone had put a rock on it. Soon, she would be popping off in the dog's mouth!
The thought of what she was doing – and with what – drove her further along. She
pitched on the floor, bucking her ass against the animal's jaws. His teeth were cutting
her slightly, just slightly enough to add to the raging inferno between her thighs.
Babbling, incoherently, Rhona raked his fur with her fingers, pulling the animal harder
against her. Scissoring her legs around his neck, Rhona humped and bucked wildly. She
was going to make it, going to climax in King's mouth!
Rhona tossed her head, felt her hair splashing across her face. Her thighs were suddenly
filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the flames licking up her thighs into her cunt. She
bucked her body so crazily now she was afraid she would pitch the cunt-lapping animal
off. But he stayed with her, spreading his forepaws farther apart for better balance,
licking at her convulsing cunt until she thought she was going to lose her mind.
"No, no, nooooo!"
That moment of white-hot joy came, hovered over her for a minute, then exploded. She
stopped breathing, her body arching, supported only by her shoulderblades and her
heels. She was trembling, shivering as if having a fit. Yes, yes, it was happening, actually
happening. She was climaxing in the dog's maw. Oh God, it was good, oh, so wild!
Crying out, sobbing like a wild woman, she jerked from side to side. Sobbing
hysterically, Rhona shoved her knuckles into her cunt, kicking both legs out, shouting
King's name again and again as the dog licked her shaking fingers and kept humping
against her.
When she opened her eyes again, Rhona found King lying next to her. She had been
hugging his furred, warm body. How nice to have something warm next to her after
she had cum, after she had drained herself of nearly every ounce of energy in her
climax. How she missed having someone like her late husband curling up next to her,
holding her tightly, rubbing his prick against her ass and telling her what a good fuck
she was.
She sat up in the hall, smiling weakly as the dog whimpered and lay his head on her lap
and looked up with those soft brown eyes. They were soft now, not hard and glittering
as they had been earlier. He was just her pet now, not her lover.
Lover? What a thought... something to send her to a state hospital with! "Crazy dog!"
All she was sure of was that this was an accident, something that wasn't planned and
that surely wouldn't happen again. It had been good. But she couldn't keep on like this.
It might be good for nuns and the like, but it certainly wasn't any good for her!
"Come on."
She ruffled his fur, sighing sadly. The dog's tail wagged under her, brushing her bare
knees.
"Come on, boy. The world isn't going to stop and let us off. But you're not going to do
this again. Understand?" she said, holding his head between both hands and staring
him straight in the eyes. He whimpered, pulling back and licking her wrists.
Laughing softly, Rhona rose from the floor, gathering her robe around her body and
tying the belt. She padded barefoot down the hall and into the kitchen. Opening the
refrigerator, she dug around in the back until she found the steaks she had taken from
the freezer earlier. King looked on, his head tilted to one side, his tongue hanging out.
"Good boy, good for Rhona."
The woman unwrapped one large T-bone and put it on a platter, setting it down in
front of the hungry German shepherd. He went after it, hacking at the bones with his
teeth, holding the red meat down with a paw as he tore at it with those powerful jaws.
Rhona looked on, biting her lip as she watched. He was just an animal, really. And yet
he'd done things to her that even her late husband hadn't. What was happening to her?
Hadn't she said this wouldn't happen again, that it was just an accident? But could she
be sure of that?
No, that wasn't something to think of now. She had had too much excitement, too
much confusion. Tomorrow, things would look better. And besides, there was Allison to
worry about. What if her daughter knew what happened? What if she even suspected
that her mother and the dog had... had had a relationship together? Her flesh prickled
with shame and embarrassment. No, Allison must never know about this. No one must
ever know.
Rhona glanced at the kitchen clock. An hour had passed and still her daughter wasn't
home. She sat down at the kitchen table and kept watching the big dog feed, wondering
where on earth her daughter was and what she was doing.
Several miles away, Allison was sitting outside her girlfriend Patty's house with Hank
Dennis. It was a clear warm August night, a half moon shining above the rooftops and
casting a silverish sheen on the plants and structures surrounding them. They were
hidden from the house by a clump of bushes just in front of them. Inside both could
hear the others at the party laughing and talking loudly while the sound of new wave
rock blasted through the air.
"Gosh, I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called the police or something," Allison
said, rubbing her fingers over her upper arms.
She had dreamed about being alone with Hank Dennis for a long time. He was in two
of her classes, and at times she caught him staring at her. But was he really interested in
her? Patty thought so. During lunch in the cafeteria the two girlfriends often giggled
together, glancing over at the table where he and his teammates sat. Once or twice they
caught Hank glancing back at them. But he never came over to say hi. At first she
thought he wasn't interested or was just stuck up, waiting for the girl to make the first
move. There were plenty at school who did. He was so handsome – six feet, wavy dark
hair, big blue eyes that shone with excitement, and a hard-muscled body, kept in tone
and shape for the school football team. A tight end. That's what she heard he was. Patty
and she used to giggle over that term, wondering if he was really a 'tight end.'
"Yeah, guess Patty's mom cleared it with them. Sure is loud."
Patty had thought of the party. It was time she gave one anyway, and she invited some
of the guys from the team. From that point on, it was Allison's problem to try and get
Hank.
They were sitting quietly now – Allison half lying on a blanket they'd found on the
picnic table, he in front of her, picking nervously at some leaves. If she could only think
of something to say! Allison felt that if she couldn't come up with a good conversation
topic, Hank would get bored fast and leave her alone in the back yard.
"Yeah, real nice out here," Hank said, sliding a little closer to her – it seemed.


Chapter 4

Neither of them said much for the next few minutes. But Allison was sure Hank was
edging up to her, drawing closer. She and Patty had talked about guys, about how they
were built, about what they liked doing to girls. She thought about that a lot lately.
Sometimes she lay in bed and measured six or seven inches up her cunt, wondering
how something that big could get inside her body without hurting her.
But some of the girls had told her it was great, that fucking was one of the best things
in life! How could that be? She had heard about the pain of the first fuck, the bleeding.
Her mother had mentioned something about that at one time. But Rhona had never
said a word about the pleasure involved, about the fun of fucking, about how it was to
have a man's prick sawing in and out of her cunt.
Allison couldn't believe her mother and father had a dull sex life. There were times she
sneaked out of her room and tip:toed down the hall in the middle of the night, being
awakened by groans or something. There, by her parents' closed bedroom door, she
could hear her mother crying out, could hear her father telling her what to do, then
groaning with pleasure when she did it. How could fucking be bad when her parents
had apparently had such a good time fucking?
And the things her girlfriends told her! it made her cheeks burn to think of it. Some of
them didn't seem to have any morals whatsoever, talking about "going down" on boys,
letting guys fuck them in the mouth, even in the ass!
That was trashy, perverted. But it gave Allison a whole new view of sex. It wasn't
something reserved for older people, or even for married people. Lots of her friends and
acquaintances were fucking. And she would have given anything to have Hank fuck
her! Lots of the girls had, apparently, had him. But that didn't matter. Allison was sure
deep inside that she was special, could hang onto him even after going "all the way."
But did she have the courage? She didn't know.
"Look, a shooting star!"
Hank was pointing at something just over her shoulder. Allison turned around, edging
back, balancing herself carefully on her toes as she peered into the darkness. There it
was, a beautiful streak of blue-red light arcing through the sky. And there was Hank,
leaning against her, his body touching hers!
"Please," she said shakily, feeling his hands caressing her small shoulders.
It was as if he had touched her with a piece of burning metal. Her flesh crawled, her
nipples growing thick and hard, brushing against her bra while her pussy began to
warm. Allison could feel herself getting out of control fast as Hank kept on touching
her. He was caressing her long blonde hair now, nuzzling into it, breathing heavily
against the back of her neck.
"Please, what?"
He was laughing softly, using both hands now on her shoulder.
"Oh, it just doesn't seem... seem right. You know?"
She turned around, her forehead wrinkled with confusion. Allison didn't know just
what she felt at the moment. Oh, how she wanted him! But all those old taboos came
back. Was she going to be the butt of dirty jokes the way some of the girls at school
were? She would rather die!
"Right?"
He was moving in front of her, looming over her like a giant hulk. Suddenly the blonde
teen felt small, so tiny and insignificant! She shivered even though it was still quite
warm outside.
"Cold?"
With that he put his strong arms around her, sliding his hands down to her ass.
"P-please," she stammered.
She felt him cupping his fingers around her buttocks, squeezing the resilient ass flesh,
working his long thick fingers into those soft cushions while groaning into her ear. It
was maddening. He was showing all his cards now, revealing that he wanted to fuck
her. Allison drew back, putting one hand against his chest and pressing him away. She
didn't know if she could go that far this fast. It was happening too quickly for her to
understand. If only she could have a minute to breathe, to think!
But Hank wasn't giving her time. He was pushing up against her again, telling her nice
things about her body, about all the times he'd been staring at her in class, wondering if
she liked him, would be nice to him. And all the while he was kneading her asscheeks,
fanning out his fingers and doing wild things to her ass!
"Ohhhh."
Allison felt his strong arms close tightly around her. Her heart began to beat faster and
faster.
"Allison, you've got a beautiful name, just about as beautiful as your face and body."
Shivers of delight raced up and down her spine. Wild sensations were shooting through
her cunt and tits. Her mind was spinning. She was slipping, falling, falling in a
wonderful world of soft sounds and brilliant lights. Soon she would let Hank do
anything he wanted. Soon...
"Oh, they've got to be around here somewhere!"
It was Patty's voice, light and mocking. She was roaming around outside with someone,
probably looking for Allison and Hank.
"No, don't," Allison whispered, pushing his hands away.
The two of them crouched down lower behind the bushes, their fingers intertwined,
their hearts beating quickly as they heard Patty talking. Soon her voice became fainter,
blending in with the rock music drifting from the house up front. Allison relaxed for a
moment, letting out a sigh. Then she tensed, feeling the heat of Hank's body through
her cotton dress.
"Maybe we should go inside," she suggested, half hoping he would keep her there.
"No need to. I've got all the party I want out here."
"No," Allison said, still pushing him away. "I don't think..."
But he was doing things to her that made her resistance a lie. Her tender young tits
seemed to be growing, actually swelling against the cups of her bra. She wished she
could open her dress and slip off the halter, let her tits hang free against her chest, rise
and fall as she sucked in more and more oxygen to feed her lungs. It was getting hard
to breathe. Having Hank pressing up against her like this, rubbing his ringers over her
ass, holding her tightly while kissing the side of her neck was robbing her of air, was
making her feel funny, kind of squirmy all over!
Patty had told her to be sophisticated, to hold him off for a while until he was clawing
the dirt under her. But how could she hold him off? She felt it would take a loaded
pistol to keep him off her body now. He was making strange grunting sounds,
hunching up against her, licking her neck. Allison remembered watching King several
times as he mated in the back yard with some bitch. He did the same thing – rubbed
up against her, smelled her, then started licking and biting her while holding the hot
bitch tight in his forelegs. Men and dogs! There didn't seem to be much of a difference.
The thought nearly made her laugh.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing," Allison panted, feeling his hands slide up and down her body.
Allison let her head fall back, the tingling sensation between her legs getting more and
more concentrated, more intense. She was making funny wheezing sounds through her
nose now. She opened her eyes and stared up at the sky. How the stars seemed to be
twinkling. The music from the house, the sounds of Hank's heavy breathing, her own
moans – they all combined somehow into a wonderful symphony as Allison felt herself
being lowered gently to the ground.
"Oh, oh!"
Hank hadn't stopped squeezing her ass. He kneaded her ass firmly and slowly until the
girl felt herself hunching back up to him. She was bucking and hunching instinctively,
surprised at her own actions, surprised that she was acting as if this had happened to
her before!
"I've never... never done this before. I swear it," Allison whispered, feeling slightly
ashamed at this admission. "Sure?"
Hank was wearing a cynical smile, pulling back for a second while starting to unbutton
her dress.
"Please, I don't know if... if I can go through with it and..."
"Hey, don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything you don't like. Okay?"
He seemed so sure of himself, of what was going to happen. Allison nodded her head,
feeling herself whirling around again as his hands squeezed her ass once more. It felt so
good. His hands were gentle even though they were big and strong. The young woman
felt herself spinning higher and higher. But still, she trusted Hank, trusted that he
wouldn't force her to do anything. It was only when he lay more firmly on top of her,
hunching against her harder and faster that Allison began to worry.
Her body was doing strange, funny things. She felt as if someone had slipped a blob of
# butter inside her cunt. It was so wet and slippery down there now. She had felt that
same sensation many times when she toyed with her cunt in bed at night. Yes, she had
felt the pussy juices seep from her furry cunt and wet down her fingers. How good and
hot and wet she was then. But that was different. This time there was no game. This
was for real! A man was on top of her, squeezing her ass, telling her nice things about
her body, implying that he was going to fuck her. It was all so new, so strange.
And yet she knew every part of her body wanted his touch. Yes, she wanted to feel his
fingers on her thighs, on her ass, sliding down to her cunt. Yes, how her plump,
swollen fur-edged cuntlips wanted to be rubbed by his fingers!
Just the thought of that, the thought of having him naked on top of her, his fingers
roaming freely over her equally naked body made the girl groan and twist like a whore
under Hank.
"Ohhhh, nice, nice, real nice. I wanna do nice things to you, Allison."
He was licking the sides of her neck, pressing his hps against the base of her throat,
opening her dress farther and farther until her bra was completely exposed. The girl felt
him slipping the dress off her narrow shoulders, pulling it down, opening the zipper
down her right side. It was happening too fast!
"Stop it, please," she panted, pressing her hands again against his chest.
"Can't stop it now, honey. Can't stop it now. We've gone too far, you and me."
Allison didn't know what to do. She wanted to see this thing through. She wanted to
feel what the other girls had told her about. But there was the fear of the unknown, the
fear of pain, of having something as big and hard as a man's cock sliding into her body
and spitting out that hot, white cum she had read and heard so much about!
"Oh, oh, you're... you're doing funny things to me..."
Was she saying too much, revealing too much about the way she felt? Allison didn't
know. No one had told her what to do at times like this. She was drifting about,
searching for a way to react and in the end following her own instincts.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, Allison, don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you," Hank panted,
smoothing his hands over her thighs.
She felt him gathering her skirt up, shoving the hem up to her waist. It was wrong,
wrong having her body exposed like that. But how could she stop it? What could she
do to keep him from touching her like this – now that she had encouraged him – short
of calling out for help? Did she even want to stop him?
"Unnnnnnn... ohhhhhhh..."
In spite of her worry, in spite of the feeling that she should be telling him to stop
touching her like this, Allison felt her hands sliding up from her sides, reaching around
his back and wrapping around the big athlete's back. She felt him hunching into her
harder. This time the girl paid more attention to the movements and felt something big
and hard between his legs brushing against her bared thighs. It was hard, long, thick. A
man's prick! Yes, she had wanted to feel it, had wanted to know what his cock would
feel like slipping into her pussy.
Hank was aiming his prick for the hot, itchy spot between her legs. He had the dress
hiked around her waist now, the only thing between his cock and her cunt being the
pair of translucent panties clinging to her dampened pussy.
"Nice, nice," he murmured.
Hank was moving his head around, dipping the tip of his tongue into her ear. It was so
hot and ticklish. Allison giggled, squirming under the young man, feeling her ankles
brushing over the dewy grass. Again, she heard Patty's voice. But now it was distant, far
far away. She was laughing about something.
"Please, please..."
Allison didn't know what she was begging for any longer. No, she didn't want him to
stop. It was so good, too good. Her body was too stimulated, too sensitive to his touch
for them to break off suddenly now. She quivered again when she felt Hank's iron-hard
cock brushing against her nylon-covered, unplowed cunt.
"Oh kiss, kiss..."
Allison was panting, wanting everything at once, wanting to feel his lips crushing hers.
Looking up, the anxious teenager saw Hank's face, saw him smiling down at her. Then
he was getting lower and lower, his lips parting, his tongue stretching out.
"Ummmmmm!"
She had kissed several boys before. But never, never like this! Their tongues battled,
writhing against one another. Allison felt her lips peeling back, pressing hard against
her front teeth while saliva frothed from her mouth and dribbled down either side of
her chin. She moaned into the spit-slicked kiss, moving her thighs from side to side and
loving the subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another.
And all the while Hank had his hands under her ass, pressing up against her buttocks.
The way he was moving his fingers made her cuntlips unstick and pull apart. Every
time he pulled the valley between her legs open she squirmed, working the cuntlips
apart. More pussy juice seeped from her cunthole, wetting down the nylon patch sliding
up and down over her pussy. Allison started to moan low and deep as she felt her
panties become soaked with her own cunt juices.
Hank was sliding his right hand between their bodies. She could feel his fingers fiddling
with something. His zipper! He was unzipping his Levi's. She could hear the metallic
sound of the teeth opening, could feel his pants slipping down over his thighs. In a
moment the girl felt nine inches of hot cockmeat pressing up against the crotch panel
of her panties. Nine inches! It certainly felt much bigger than what she'd suspected
hung from a man's crotch. His cock had to be at least nine inches, maybe bigger! For a
moment, the girl wondered how something that big would feel fucking into her body,
pressing aside the virgin tissues of her pussy.
"Want to fuck, Allison? Wanna feel my cock slippin' into you?"
He was whispering those awful obscene words in her ear, making her ear hot and
ticklish with his tongue. Yes, yes, she wanted to feel his cock inside her pussy. But she
couldn't bring herself to answer him. Instead, she let out a gasp, turning her face away
after breaking from the long kiss and panting for air.
"Oh baby, you want it bad if you got that much juice comin' from you," he said,
rubbing his fingers over her damp crotch panel, shoving the nylon up into her pussyslot
and rubbing the material over her cuntmeat.
It was such a strange sensation. Allison moaned, arching her back and rubbing her legs
frantically against the ground. It was useless to resist. She was going to let him do it –
let him fuck her. This was it. He was going to pop her cherry and there was nothing
she was able to do to stop him!


Chapter 5

"She's looking for me again!" Allison cried, sitting up, her hands covering her tits. How
light-headed she felt. She could hardly breathe, her chest was so tight. And all the
sounds! It was as if all her senses were a thousand times more sensitive than a few
minutes ago. Everything around her was so much brighter, clearer, louder. She could
hear her girlfriend's voice calling out her name once more.
"She doesn't know where we are," Hank whispered, pushing her down onto the
blanket.
"Oh, but what... what..."
Why worry? Why concern herself about what her friend thinks? She would think about
that later. Now she had to concentrate on that funny feeling pulsing between her
thighs. She shifted her ass from side to side, feeling the blanket gathering up between
her thighs and scratching her flesh. Weakly, she drew her arms around Hank's
shoulders, her fingertips tracing his shoulderblades while he kept hunching against her.
"Jesus, Allison, move it, move it like that! Christ, you're somethin' else in the sack,"
Hank panted, flicking his tongue sexily in her ear once more.
"Urmnnn," the girl sighed, feeling herself rocketing higher and higher.
Hank was getting even more bold, rubbing his fingers slowly, sexily back and forth over
her crotch, making her moan low and deep. More hot juice seeped out from her cunt,
making her nylon panties wet and sticky. She wished she could take off her briefs, slide
them down her legs and kick them free, feel the grass tickling her asscheeks, really feel
Hank's prick.
But then he'd be able to fuck her. There would be no protection, no way to stop him!
At least the panties afforded a barrier to the final act, no matter how flimsy that barrier
was. It was so hard for her to make that final leap from innocence to knowledge. She
clung to Hank desperately as if her strength there would somehow make this come out
all right.
As their hot spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled, Allison could feel those nine
threatening inches pressing up against her cuntlips. She wondered how it would feel to
have that thing shoving inside her body, spreading apart the juicy lining of her cunt,
fucking down, down into her pussy until she could feel the tip nudging her belly! Oh
God, to have his cock in her all the way, to feel his balls resting against her upturned
ass while his cockhairs scratched her clit would have to be the craziest feeling in the
whole wide world!
His fingers. Oh, they were crawling all over her buttocks, the fingernails digging into
her flesh, edging closer and closer to her pussylips. Yes, yes, she wanted to feel him
touching her... there!
How many times she had been on dates with guys who tried to touch her pussy. Of
course she had squirmed away, slapping their hands and sometimes their faces, shocked
that they could think she was that kind of girl. And yet, hadn't she really wanted them
to pursue the act, force her down in the rear car seat and rape her? Hadn't she wanted
to be fucked, really fucked by some dominant stud who would slap the silly shit out of
her and get down to the serious business of fucking? Hadn't it happened now with
Hank wriggling on top of her, pinning her down to the ground with his heavy body
while sliding his cock up and down her body? He was toying with her now, making her
so hot, so very, very hot with all that touching, all those horrible dirty words he was
whispering! Allison only wanted Hank to hold her tightly, to slowly peel away her
clothes – the way he had peeled away her resistance – and fuck her."Ohhhhhhh..."
Her knees jerked up, only to sag back down as his fingers strayed closer to her pussy.
Allison felt herself going out of her mind. One of Hank's fingers had slipped under the
stretched elastic band of her panties. He was sliding it down, down to her pussy.
Allison trembled, her eyes rounded and staring at the sky. She was concentrating on
that sliding touch, that touch that made her cunt throb and jerk.
He was moving his hand closer and closer. And then she felt his finger move into the
squishy mess where her cunt flooded juice. He was tracing the bottom of her cunt cleft,
finding the tensed, aching muscles guarding her pussy mouth. Allison was snapping her
head from side to side, babbling meaningless phrases as he moved that finger around
and around, touching the slick pussy membranes that spasmed.
"Baby, fuck it out, man. Gonna fuck you good, gonna slip my cock into you and split
you in half," Hank said, his voice low and broken.
"Ohhh!" she gasped.
Yes, she wanted that, wanted to have his cock fucking into her pussy, driving in and
out like a piston, splitting her in two with its power. God, how she would treasure that
moment, the moment when he ripped through her cherry and made her a woman.
But then the stories about all the pain, the bleeding, came back to her. Moving one
hand around from his back, Allison once more pressed her fingers up against his chest,
shoving the big stud back.
"I'm... afraid... really afraid about this, Hank. I never... and I..."
She was so embarrassed, so ashamed of her lack of experience in fucking.
"Hey, baby, don't worry about it," he said, smoothing his fingers over one side of her
face.
Allison loved it when he touched her like that, making her feel less like a thing. She
pressed her cheek against his hand, feeling the hotness between her legs grow more
intense with each passing second.
And then he was touching her all over again, his lips crushing hers in a passionate kiss.
Allison felt his tongue sliding back down her throat, his body crushing the air from her
lungs. The blonde teenager let go once again, not wanting to stop herself from opening
her mouth wide and letting his tongue wriggle around inside.
"Fuck, fuck," he whispered, pulling her knees farther apart, then reaching between her
thighs and cupping her tender cunt.
Allison felt his fingers through the damp nylon, felt them moving slowly back and
forth, pressing the wet material up into the fur-edged slit of her cunt. She moved her
thighs from side to side, tilting her cunt up, wanting him to touch her clit all over
again. How delicious it was to feel his hand working greedily over her plump, sensitive
cuntlips. He was squeezing his fingers hard, relaxing his grip only to press down more
firmly later. Creamy foam dripped down from between her cuntlips, slicking down his
fingers and her thighs.
Allison was on fire! Her mind, her memory of home, family, friends burned up with
one brilliant sexual flash. She was all cunt now – hot, wet, milking, wanting to have
Hank's prick fucking in and out of her virgin cunt. Virgin cunt! That would be a thing
of the past in a few moments.
"Gotta have you, baby! Gotta have you now."
Allison felt his fingers reaching down between her legs again, slipping under the elastic
waistband of her panties. The blonde didn't bother to resist. She didn't want this to
stop, didn't want to put on the brakes. She was sliding, sliding into a wonderful pit of
mixed feelings and sensations.
"Ohhhhh..."
Allison felt his fingers curling around the elastic, then moving down. There was the
silky rub of the material as it slipped over her thighs, over her knees – gone!
"Nice cunt," Hank breathed.
She could feel the cool evening air blowing through her pussy hairs. Allison lay there
for a moment, not daring to move a muscle. She was naked, her cunt exposed. It was
such a strange feeling! She was naked, really naked – with a naked man squirming on
top of her! Oh, it was so hard to take in, to understand! Perhaps later when she talked
with Patty, when the two girls sat upstairs and giggled about Hank and what he'd done
to her, then she might be able to make sense of this.
He was sliding her dress over, reaching under the elastic band of her bra and
unsnapping the halter. Yes, it was good to feel free – free of all her personal restraints,
free of her clothes, free of the crushing morals of her overly protective mother. Opening
her eyes, Allison shook the loose hair from her face, seeing Hank moving his head
down, down until his mouth was cupping one tit and sucking on it while his fingers
still played over her moist cuntlips.
That sense of double stimulation was electric! The girl was going crazy, arching her
back and wallowing her shoulderblades against the blanket while beating the heels of
her feet against the ground. How warm, how wonderfully wet and exciting Hank's
mouth felt as it moved along her half-inch-long red nipples, the tongue flicking around
the sensitive areola. Her skin was crawling, actually puckering up into goose pimples
and crawling with delight with all this crazy foreplay! His tongue, that wonderful
tongue was teasing the nipple, making it seem much longer than it was while he kept
up that suction!
"Stop!" she wailed, moving her hands up to his face and pushing his head away. God, it
was getting so hard for her to breathe! "Can't stop, Allison! Christ, you're somethin'
else, know that? I ain't ever seen anyone like your before. Bet you won't be able to stop
that ass of yours once I get my cock down in your cunt."
"Cunt, cunt," she panted mindlessly, burying her shamed face in his arms.
"Just a sec."
Hank dropped back, kneeling in front of her, his fingers working around the big prick
sticking straight out from between his legs. Oh, he was so handsome, looking
something like a god to her there in the moonlight. He dropped back down, shoving
forward. He lay back on top of her, slipping his lips back onto hers. Allison could feel
her cuntlips unsticking, peeling back. Yes, she was ready, ready to take him on, ready to
lose her virginity! Allison didn't care any longer about keeping her innocence, about
her mother and all she stood for. She wanted cock, wanted it bad.
"Take it, baby, take my cock!"
"In... oh God, I can feel it," she gasped, her mouth widening, her nostrils flaring."It's
actually going in!"
She felt his cockhead pressing against her pussylips, then sliding up and down, working
its way down, down into her cunt. She lay quietly, her chest heaving up and down
mightily, her tits slapping together. More cunt juice frothed around her pussy, oozing
down her thighs, sliding into her asscrack as Hank's cockhead fucked down deeper into
her slick cunt slot.
"My God!" she cried out.
Allison shoved her head against the ground, her eyelids fluttering while her jaw sagged.
She couldn't move. She really couldn't move at all. She was being fucked – fucked hard
and slow by Hank's big prick. He was grunting on top of her, his head thrown back,
his eyes closed while streams of perspiration streaked his face. Stopping for a moment,
he began shifting his thighs from side to side, twisting his cock around, reaming out
her slick, hot, tight little fuckhole.
Allison felt his prick worming around and around, sliding deeper into her pussy. His
cockshaft snaked through the bushy dark blonde cuntal curls, disappearing inch by hot
throbbing inch.
"Fuck, fuck me..."
Had she whispered that? Had she really formed those words and whispered them to
Hank? Opening her eyes, Allison stared up again. No, he hadn't heard, or if he had, the
big athlete wasn't showing his reaction. He seemed to be concentrating on his cock, on
the resistance her body was giving him and on the power he could muster to overcome
her tight pussy.
And then Allison felt him touch it. He was bumping his cockhead against her cherry!
Her cherry! Thoughts of the pain, of the stories about all that bleeding shot back into
her mind. Once more, Allison resisted, pushing back, telling Hank not to fuck her, to
pull out his big thing and let her alone.
"No way, baby. We're goin' all the way."
To block out her inevitable scream when he broke through, the big stud reached over
and grabbed her panties, wadding them up into a tight little ball and shoving the juice
soaked briefs into her mouth. The girl stiffened with fright, her eyes rounding while her
body shivered. Allison tried to spit out her panties, tasting the flavor of her pussy juice
now seeping back down her throat.
"Mmmff!"
It was as if someone had pierced her body with a dull-tipped spike! Brilliant yellow and
white lights exploded in front of her eyes while her brain went numb with pain.
Arching her back again, beating her fists hard against his sides, Allison felt Hank's
cockhead rip through her cherry.
"Fuckin' A, man, fuckin' A," he gasped, sliding his cock all the way into her cunt.
Allison couldn't respond... not just yet. She was somewhere between a faint and
consciousness, drifting like a cloud, not able to find her anchorage. Oh, the pain, that
awful, tearing pain! The blonde teenager thought she had been torn in two! Lying there
moaning, Allison felt tears streaming down her cheeks. Yes, he had torn away her
cherry, had blasted away her innocence. And her mother had been right at least about
this. It had hurt her, hurt her terribly!
"Easy, easy," he moaned, caressing her face, keeping very quiet as he reached up and
pulled the damp panties from her mouth."Didn't wanna do this, but you would have
screamed down the walls and everybody would have come runnin' to find out what the
trouble was."
Allison knew that. Oh, how she knew it. If only she had screamed. There was no going
back now. There was no way she could retrieve her innocence. That was gone, gone
forever. And yet somehow she didn't seem to care too much about that... not now, not
as her cunt hurt less and less.
"It's not gonna hurt any more. Bet you're starting to feel okay right now."
They lay quietly together, his prick embedded in her cunt, for at least ten minutes.
After some time Hank reached down and started rubbing her cunt gently, keeping the
cuntlips pressed tightly against his cock.
"Feel good?"
"Uh-huh!"
The torn, aching feeling was gone, simply vanished from her mind. All she felt now was
the stretched, full sensation of his cock rod pressing against her cuntal walls. How
deliciously good once more. The fear of pain, of bleeding was all gone now. There
would be no more of that. She instinctively knew that. Gradually, she spread her legs a
little farther, feeling his thick hot fuckpole gliding in and out of her pussy once more,
soothing down the raw sides of her cuntal walls where her cherry had once been.
This time it was her turn for a surprise. She was moving her hips again, shuddering
with the sexy feeling of having her cunt really filled with cock. It was almost mind
blowing to have Hank's prick start to fuck faster and faster like that, his flesh sliding
wetly over hers, his hands caressing her ass, the fingers digging into the fleshy globes,
raising them at times from the blanket as he rammed in harder and harder.
And then something strange, something wonderful happened. Allison hadn't planned it.
But at one point, when the stud was halfway inside her pussy, her cuntal muscles
spasmed, tightening down on his cock. He stopped breathing for a moment, gasping
out and staring down wide-eyed at her.
"Shit! I never fucked a girl who could do that!"
Allison shook her head violently, the hair splashing over her face.
"Can't... can't help it. Oh God, I just can't help myself!" she panted.
It was true. Her pussy had taken over her mind, her body, her soul. All she could think
of was fucking. All she wanted to think about was fucking and all the pleasure it was
bringing her.
"Mmmmmmm..." she murmured. The spasm had passed. The cunt muscles relaxed.
Hank sighed, tossed the hair from his eyes and eased his cock through the slick folds of
her cunt. He was going slow now, very, very slow. But still, the girl was trembling with
sexual heat, her pussy threatening to lock up on him at any second without warning.
"Easy, easy, easy," he whispered, sliding in until Allison could feel his cockhairs tickling
her outer cuntlips. Oh, oh, this was so good, so very, very good! How could anything
surpass the feeling of being fucked by such a handsome, thick-muscled man?


Chapter 6

"Fuck it out, fuck it out!" Hank chanted. Allison gasped and sighed as she felt his heavy
balls swing against her ass. She had never imagined in school or at home that she
would have something so big inside her pussy. Most men just weren't built this big. She
had heard that from lots of her friends. They kept talking five inches and six inches,
and maybe one or two about seven inches. Even that seemed awfully big and
frightening to think about. But this... this cock fucking in and out of her cunt! Dear
God, it belonged on the hindquarters of a stallion, rather than between Hank's legs.
Then, of course, there was the thought that she was being fucked by a stallion, one
hung stallion – being studded by one hell of a man! It made Allison dizzy just to think
about it!
"Hurt now?" he asked, stopping the downward thrust of his fucking action for a
second.
"Uh-uuh," Allison groaned.
"Shit!" Hank gasped, feeling her cuntal muscles spasm once more against his fucking
cock."You're too damned good to be true!"
Allison was breathless with what his hands were doing to her. She felt so hot, so very
very hot and good. It was so strange, so odd to have fingers sliding between her
asscheeks now. It was something that made her blush, even now, with his prick
impaling her cunt. But that sense of naughtiness, that sense of something very strange
happening to her added to the raging inferno between her legs. And when his fingertips
lingered around the wrinkled gray-pink flesh of her asshole... it made her feel so
wicked, so deliciously hot to trot. There were nerves there, she guessed, that were
begging to be stimulated. And yet when he pushed in a little the girl jerked her ass
away.
"Ohhhhh... don't... just don't... do that, please."
"I'm just trying to keep you still," Hank whispered.
"I don't think I could do that... don't think I could stay still if you tied me up."
The thought of being roped, of having restraints put on her, sent a shiver of delight
through her. Was she turning into some kind of freak? No, she didn't think so. All this
was so new to her! She could hardly think straight, could hardly keep her wits about
her while Hank was touching her all over. His hands were roaming all over her ass, the
fingers getting dangerously close to her tight little bunghole again!
"No!"
It was a sharp warning. She didn't want him fooling around with her ass. No, all she
wanted to feel was his cock inside her, stretching her cunt, brushing again and again
over her clit. Fucking was so important now, so wonderful, taking the place of
everything else in her life. She knew she could endure anything, just as long as she
could have that big cock fucking hotly inside her cunt.
"What is it?" Allison asked.
Suddenly Hank had become very quiet over her, frozen on top of her.
"Don't move!" he said. His voice was tight, high as if someone were strangling him.
"What's wrong?"
"Just don't... don't move. I'm real close, Allison, real... close!"
A hot shiver rushed up and down her spine. She had driven a man, a real stud, this
close to cumming. Oh, how she wanted to move her ass now, wanted to fuck up and
down and drive him over the peak. But then, where would that leave her? She thought
about the satisfaction she was feeling now. It was good, but not nearly as good as what
her body instinctively seemed to know lay before her, if only she remained still and
patient.
"Ohhhhhh, Hank..."
Minutes passed. Allison felt herself slipping down a little from the high she'd been on.
That was good. She was in no rush to cum. This could go on all night. She was aware
once more of the party. The music still droned out from the house. At times she could
hear cars starting up and driving away. It was getting late. Some people were leaving.
Surely by now Patty must have guessed what was going on. How long would she be
able to make excuses for her friend? And what did it matter anyway? The others could
think whatever they chose. Allison was going for the brass ring, letting everything slip
just for that one mindless moment when her cunt would explode.
"Okay, okay," he whispered. "Wh... what are you... doing to me?" Allison felt his arms
tightening around her body, felt one knee pressing up against her sides while he rolled
around. She was sliding up from the blanket, her head hanging back behind her
shoulders for a moment. He was still holding her tightly to him when Allison realized
what was happening. He was moving her on top, actually sliding under her body,
drawing her up until' her knees were spread widely apart, pressing up against his sides.
Sighing, the girl felt the relief of being able to breathe again.
"Oh, Hank, I don't know..." "Don't be such a prude, Allison." She looked through the
bushes, able to see the lights of the house. She could make out couples dancing back
and forth. How strange it was to see what was happening inside while she had that big
prick stuck up inside her pussy!
"Come on, bounce that ass!" Hank whispered.
At first she felt self-conscious about the position. It was so weird! And yet after a while
Allison began to like it. She was more in control. Slowly, she began to rock her body
forward so that Hank's cock would pull from her cunt. That noise – that slick sucking
noise his cock made as it slipped from her pussy made her shiver, made the two of
them moan with delight. How good it was to feel the juices slipping from her cunt as
the stud's cockhead pulled back. And no matter how much of that sweet pussy juice
oozed from her fuckhole, there was always more of it to take its place.
How strange it all was! In only a few short minutes, Allison was learning so much
about her body, about its mysteries. All these years she had been speculating about it,
wondering how she would act with the first man when he fucked her. She had guessed
about some things and now discovered she was right. But never had the young blonde
guessed about how strongly she would react when a man fucked his cock rod into her
pussy. Nothing could have prepared her for the wild sensation of being filled, of having
her clit stimulated by a hunk of cockmeat like that while hands caressed her body.
Then suddenly Hank was very still again. Allison knew he was close again and stopped
her rocking movements, biting her lips hard, staring into the bushes at the house again
and doing everything she could to calm herself down. Guys were so strange! They got
heated up real fast and then... then probably just slid off and fell asleep! "Easy, Allison,
easy..."
The blonde stopped for a moment, then started rolling her ass around from side to side.
It felt so good moving like that – a new sense of freedom, of joy that sent flashes of
mindless delight rushing through her mind!
Up and down, up and down she rode, her tits slapping together with the merry-goround 
horse action of her body on his slick fucker. Hank was lying very still, his eyes
closed. He looked as if he were holding something back. Allison didn't want him to
cum yet. No, she didn't want him shooting off in her cunt, spilling his jizz in her
fuckhole. And yet there was something inside, something deep inside that made her
want to move her ass like that. She had to keep feeling that cock jabbing against her
cuntal walls, had to feel it pressing against her insides. The heat of his prick along with
her own heat was burning her up. Up and down, up and down she fucked, her
breathing becoming labored, her voice strained as she rocketed up, up toward climax.
She was sliding up and down, fucking her sore little cunt raw with his cock. Allison
stopped for a second, feeling her cuntal muscles snap shut again, cramping around his
prick as she braced herself.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby, that's good... ughhhhh, real fine, fine that way!" Allison started
grinding her hips. Another shock of chilly heat made her arms go limp, made her bend
down, down until her tits were tickling across his chest. Hank kissed her again, feeling
her teasing back when he sucked at her tongue too hard.
Allison raised her body, rocking forward until just his cockhead was trapped inside her
cunt. She was careful not to bear down too hard. How delicious it was to feel her
muscles tightening, watching Hank moan and twist his back. He arched his back up
from the blanket, his knees snapping hard against her body, then falling back to the
blanket.
"Ohhh, oh GOD!" Hank cried out.
Hank's cries made Allison burn. She released her hold on him, then slowly clenched
down again. When her cuntal muscles were very tight around his cockshaft, she tossed
her ass with wild movements. Hank was snapping his head from side to side.
"Like it?' Allison asked.
She sounded so calm, almost sophisticated in her question. Dear God, how quickly she
was learning about fucking, about the way to make a man go crazy under her! And
then she thought of his cum once more, of the wonderful white stuff that would come
shooting out of that tiny hole at the tip of his prick. What would it feel like having all
that spunk spattering against her cuntal walls? Allison trembled, feeling all weak and
squirmy inside once more.
Hank had regained some control again. He was tensing his thigh muscles, hunching up
into her, his cockhead banging against her pussy walls. His sudden moves caught
Allison by surprise. She fell forward again, catching herself just in time before crashing
into his chest. Her hair curtained over her face, brushed over Hank's forehead while he
kept knocking her knees up off the ground with his upward fucking thrusts.
In a sudden burst of passion she plunged her teasing ass down... down over the rigid
bar of prickmeat jutting from Hank's crotch. She felt him fuck through the tightly
muscled opening, penetrating deep into her cunt. She felt the hot firmness of his balls
as her ass pressed down on top of them. She was split in two, halved just as she had
feared and hoped to be!
"Ohhhh, Hank!"
The world swirled around her in a stew of bright lights and buzzing sounds. Her ass
was moving like a wild animal. Allison had no control over herself whatsoever. Finally,
biting down on her lips again to help give her some willpower, the teenager stopped
once more. But she just couldn't stop the milking convulsions of her pussy, that
rhythmic squeezing of her cunt around his cock. The circle tightened, relaxed, then
tightened again. Each time her cunt snapped shut on Hank's swollen cock she felt the
velvety surfaces stroke his prick.
"Soon, baby, soon..." he groaned.
Allison thought she was going to cum the moment he brought the subject up. "I think
I'm gonna cum too... I really think I am!"
Allison could hardly get the words out. Just saying them put her closer to that point,
that wonderful point where she would send herself off into a world she had only
guessed at before.
And then it happened! She felt Hank shoving his hips upward, fucking his cock halfway
into her cunt. He let out another strangled sound, then shoved up again, fucking his
entire nine inches of prick in her pussy. Allison thought she was going to die! She
stiffened, snapped her head from side to side as she felt his cock inside her cunt,
twitching and jerking around. Hank was jerking his knees against her thighs, calling
her all sorts of names, then trying to stifle his voice so as not to attract attention.
"Shit!" he blurted.
Allison heard his cry, peered down and saw the pained, concentrated expression on his
face. Then she felt something wet and hot spattering against her cuntal walls. He was
cumming, cumming inside her pussy, shooting his cum-load deep in her cunt. "Oh!"
she gasped.
The blonde teenager was nearly fainting with excitement. She could feel the power of
his body as his big prick spit out his jizz.
In another moment, Allison was dazed with the shivering storm of her own orgasm.
Twisting from side to side, dragging her fingernails first over Hank's chest then her
own, the frantic girl swallowed down what fear she had left of sex. Dear God, this
couldn't be wrong, just couldn't be wrong! The way his cock was thrilling her pussy,
the way it was stinging the bottom of her clit, sending her higher and higher into
climax... oh no, none of that could be considered bad!
"Allison... ughhh, fuck, you're killin' me, baby, really killin' me... ughhhh!"
At this point Allison didn't care if Patty or the others heard her and Hank. She was on
a high, bouncing her ass up and down on Hank's crotch, impaling her pussy on that
wild, wonderful hard piece of cock muscle.
The next moment they were sideways, Hank still pumping his thighs against hers,
filling her cunt with his cockmeat while spilling his thick load of cum in her pussy. Yes,
she wanted it all, all stuffed in her pussy, spreading her cuntlips apart, fucking deeper
and deeper into her body until the girl didn't know where his prick stopped and her
belly began!
Allison's climax was like a bomb within a bomb, each shock wave more powerful than
the last. Oh, how far apart she had spread her knees to let the big man crawl between
them as far as he could. She thrashed around and grunted now, dancing her shivering
asscheeks as his cum ate into her cuntal walls like acid. How could she know how long
this fuck had lasted? Hours, minutes? It was impossible for the young blonde to know.
In the end, she found herself lying quietly on the wrinkled blanket, the grass pressing
against her left cheek. She still had her slim legs wrapped around Hank's thighs – and
still the girl could feel his cock dancing and jerking inside her cunt. He was breathing
more regularly, keeping his eyes closed while a smile played lightly across his lips.
"You were somethin' else, baby. For a girl who's never been fucked before, you sure
took to it like a duck to water," Hank drawled, arching his body slightly and opening
his mouth in a yawn.
"I was?"
That was something to be proud of. From the way he made love, Allison .guessed he
had fucked several girls before. Now, that was silly. How was she to know how good he
was in bed? She didn't have anyone to compare him to. Still, instinctively, the girl knew
she had fucked with the best this evening. Oh, what a wonderful time she had had at
this party! Wouldn't Patty just be green when she told her how good Hank was at
fucking!
Still, she had slipped a bit. Perhaps he wouldn't want to date her now that she had put
out.
"You probably don't think much of me now," she began, pouting a little.
Hank laughed, smoothing his fingers over her cheeks. "Are you kidding? I probably
won't be able to do anything except think about you."
He kissed her lightly on the lips, then drew her down hard, tonguing her gums,
moaning and hunching as if he could go another round. Allison thought she could feel
his cock getting good and hard once more. No, she didn't want him fucking her like
that again, not until she had some time to think about all of this. Oh, it was so good,
but so confusing!
"Christ, Allison, I could go all night doin' this."
"Allison? Where are you?" '
Allison hunkered down, peering through her curtaining hair. It was Patty standing by
the rear kitchen door, holding onto the screen.
"It's your mom on the phone. She says you've gotta go home now. Allison?"
Hank and Allison waited until Patty ducked back into the house. Quickly, the girl
scrambled off her new boyfriend, shivering a little as she felt the full length of his soft
cock slip from her cunt.
"Can I call you tomorrow?" Hank asked.
It was summer vacation and she had little to do during the day, so why not?
"Okay, but after twelve. I think I've got some cousin coming over, or something. In the
morning, I think."
Allison was hitching up her bra, stretching out one hand to pick up her juice-soaked
panties.
"Boy cousin? Gonna make me jealous?" he smiled.
Allison laughed lightly, smoothing down her dress, glad she was making this kind of
impression on someone like Hank. Not bad for the first time.
"No way. Please, call me," she whispered, kissing him on the forehead, then slipping
back through the bushes toward the house.


Chapter 7

Patty was such a trip! She wanted to know everything about Allison and Hank. Oh, it
would be so much fun watching Patty's face when she told her about how big Hank's
cock was and how it felt having that thing fucking into her for the very first time!
Now she was tiptoeing inside her home in the dark, trying to avoid bumping into
furniture and waking her mother. She was late. Rhona would be angry tomorrow
morning. But that would be tomorrow morning. Allison was tired now. Her cunt was
still a little sore from Hank's fucking and while walking she could still feel some cum
on her pussy walls. Stopping by the couch, Allison sank her fingers into the soft
cushion material and closed her eyes, shuddering at the thought of what she'd done
that night. Oh, she would give anything, anything to have him back again, have him
holding her like that, kissing her like that! The blonde teenager had never felt such a
wild, confused rush of sensations as she'd felt this evening. Fucking! It had to be the
best thing in the world.
She let her head fall back, pressed her knees against the back of the couch and let her
mind wander. She was back on the ground, rolling on that old blanket, her panties
tangled around her ankles while Hank was on top of her. She could still feel his fingers
holding her shoulders down, his thighs bumping against hers while his big cock was
fucking up and down over her naked-belly! She could feel his balls – those hot, lowriding 
hairy balls rubbing over her buttocks, balls filled with the cum she could still feel
on her pussy walls.
How much she had changed. Before the party Allison was a young girl, completely
ignorant of the facts of life. Now as she stood there in the dark with only the sound of
the wall clock ticking behind her Allison was now a woman. Yes, she knew much more
now, and what a teacher she had!
"Oh!" Her thoughts were interrupted by a cold touch on the back of her right knee.
It was King, pushing his snout against her legs. Allison smiled, bending and ruffling his
fur with one hand.
"Oh, King, if only you could understand English. I could tell you such stories... but I've
got to go to bed. Mother is going to be very angry with me tomorrow, and I'll have to
be awake to put up with her."
Allison started to turn, pushing herself away from the sofa when she felt another touch
– this one a long sloppy lick up her thighs, ending near one legband of her panties.
The girl cried out, her knees shaking as she stumbled forward. What on earth was
wrong with the dog? Stretching out one hand, Allison grabbed hold of the back of
another chair, supporting herself as the animal pursued her.
"King...?"
Her voice was breathless as she turned around and peered down at the big German
shepherd. She could hardly make out his features. There was just a large dark thing
there at her feet, breathing with wheezing sounds through his nostrils. He was pushing
up again, pressing his snout against her legs while licking that tongue up, up to her
panties once more. "No!"
Then Allison stopped, slapping her hands over her mouth. No, she didn't dare shout,
didn't dare wake up her mother. Choking down another cry, the girl ducked behind the
couch, kicking at the pursuing dog, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would
tear right through her rib cage. That animal, he was crazy, he was trying to... to touch
her there on her cunt! She knew it, knew he was going to lick her pussy if he could,
possibly even mount her!
"Oh, no, no," she whispered, her legs hitting the coffee table, the force of the blow
knocking magazines to the floor.
If only she could get to the stairs. He wouldn't dare follow her up to the second floor.
He knew she'd be frightened, might cry out and wake Rhona. No, he was trying to
keep her here in the living room where he could drag her down and... No, Allison
didn't even want to think of it. It must be the smell of her cunt, the odor still coming
from her soaked panties, the smell of fucking still heavy between her legs.
Allison blushed furiously, scrambling around the coffee table, trying to keep the
German shepherd at arm's length. The stairs were just ahead. Looking back quickly,
Allison made a dash, struck her left leg against a small hassock and tumbled to the
floor.
That was the exact position King wanted her in.
"Ohhh!" Again the girl clapped one hand over her mouth, stifling a cry.
Her dress was hiked up over her waist, completely exposing her ass, her cunt. King
moved quickly, his forepaws striking her buttocks and shoving her completely over the
hassock. Allison struck her chin on the floor, the blow knocking her into a daze. When
she shook herself free once more she could feel his tongue pressing up wetly against the
thin nylon, pushing the material deep into her ass-crack, deep into her cunt!
"Oh no!"
She had never heard of things like this happening in her life! Oh, there were all those
dirty jokes about guys and sheep and all that. But those were jokes, and stories
involving guys anyway. Girls didn't fuck with animals – Allison didn't think so,
anyway.
"Go away, King, go..." she whispered in a strained voice.
But the animal remained. He was growling now, twisting his head around, shoving his
pointed maw harder against her nylon-covered crack. Allison knew she had to get away
from the awful beast! Sobbing, she rolled to her side on the floor, reaching out for
something, some piece of furniture she could grab hold of and pull herself free from
King.
The spit-slicked nylon twisted, pulled into a twisted rope that fell to the side and
exposed her swollen cuntlips. She could hear King grunting with excitement and
satisfaction. In a moment, he was on top of her again, licking at the tender surfaces that
had been revealed. "Get... away! Oh no, no, no!" Terror knifed through her now like a
saw. The animal seemed to be maddened, more aroused than ever. She saw those
pointed ears pricked forward, could see the gleam in his wolf-like eyes. Oh God, it was
like being attacked by some awful forest animal! Her heart stood still as she watched
the dog's head bob up and down between her legs, watched his ears pin back as the low
throaty growl from his throat increased.
And then he was tearing at her panties, actually tearing at them! She felt the tug of the
material around her waist, felt his puffing breath against her inner thighs. Reaching
down, Allison grabbed for her briefs, tried tugging them up. But the dog's fangs ripped
through the thin material. There was a terrifying tearing sound. Allison jerked her
fingers back, felt the material giving way around her body. Kicking out one leg, she
struck one ankle hard against the coffee table, crying out in pain then stifling a groan as
she thought of her mother again. Rhona was upstairs, sleeping peacefully – while her
daughter was being raped downstairs by the dog!
"No!" the girl snapped.
Allison kicked back at the dog, her toes striking King on his shoulders. Twisting his
head around, he opened his powerful maw and snapped at her toes. His mouth was so
close she could feel the warm breath on her feet. She drew them back, crying out as the
dog lunged at her pussy once more.
"Please, King, don't do this to me..."
She was crying out softly, blushing furiously as she felt the nylon shreds of her panties
clinging to her skin. He had stripped her, completely torn open her briefs to expose her
cunt. Allison was squirming back now, turning around and crawling on her hands and
knees toward the stairs.
There was a sudden wash of that hot tongue across her bare asscheeks. Allison jerked so
hard from surprise and shock that she fell on her side, sliding across the carpeted floor
and banging her head against the sofa. She hadn't made it to the stairs and the relative
safety of her room.
"Get away!"
King was on her once more, his strong legs bumping the insides of her thighs, his
tongue washing up the sensitive flesh. Allison jerked back her head, letting out another
strangled sob, feeling the dog nuzzling against her crotch. In a moment she felt King's
hot wet tongue divide her swollen cuntal slit, felt it touching her clit, all those sensitive
membranes now trembling at his touch. It was too much for her to stand.
"Can't let this happen... just can't!"
What would Hank say if he could see her now? Crawling on the floor, her face streaked
with sweat, her panties hanging in shreds around her waist as the dog wedged his big
head between her legs, licking sloppily up and down her pussy! What would he think
then of the girl who had just lost her cherry? Would she look so much like an innocent
youngster then?
Allison tried shoving King away once more. But the beast was too big, too strong, too
bent on touching her cunt with his tongue to be put off. He whimpered through his
black cold nostrils again, shoving his paws against her inner thighs, wedging his furry
snout into her cuntal slit, lapping up her flowing pussy juices with his tongue.
It was wild, unnatural! She was sitting up now, her hands pushed slightly behind her
hips, her legs spread widely apart. She was panting, panting as hard as the big German
shepherd crouched between her thighs. There was that awful licking sound, the sound
of his tongue peeling open her cuntlips, rolling inside, and tasting her, actually tasting
her cunt! The idea that King was fucking his tongue into her pussy drove Allison a little
crazy. She closed her eyes, curled her fingers and pressed the tips into the soft green
shag carpeting. Oh how good, how awfully, terribly good this was becoming. The girl
couldn't understand why, but it was feeling good. Her initial horror was quickly
disappearing. Was it because she was still hot from Hank's fucking? Was that it? Was it
that when a woman was fucked once she wasn't too particular what happened to her
cunt the next time? No, that couldn't be right.
Lots of dogs nosed around girls' cunts. That was just a fact of life. But this was
something more than just simple curiosity. King knew what he was after, knew what he
wanted. How had he known that? How? An idea shot through the girl's mind but she
pushed it away. Her mother was too prudish, too stand-offish to even think of
something like this, let alone do something about it.
"Mm-mm-mm..."
A dog was eating Allison's cunt. That was the simple fact of it. King was eating her out
and it was becoming a wonderful sensation. With each passing second, his sloppy
tongue was bringing back that excitement she had felt earlier with Hank. It was so hot,
so silky smooth against her cuntlips. Closing her eyes again, she could almost think
that the big stud was there again, eating her out, touching her all over while getting
ready to fuck his cock into her pussy.
But it wasn't Hank. It was King, her pet German shepherd! Again, the girl tried
pushing the dog back, pressing her feet against his shoulders and crawfishing back.
Why hadn't she had the intelligence to realize something was wrong in the first place?
Why did she have to stay around the living room daydreaming like that about that
stud? She could just have easily gone up to her room and thought about Hank. "No,
back, back..." But there wasn't any time for thought, for dreaming about Hank. King
was there, flashing those killer fangs of his, approaching her as if she were his prey.
Allison shivered, rolling back over onto her hands and knees and trying to crawl away.
She could feel her tits jiggling in her bra cups as her knees scraped over the thick
carpeting. She was breathing with whistling sounds through her flared nostrils. The
stairs – she had to get to the stairs!
But King once again outguessed her and jumped. Allison cried out with horror, feeling
the strong forelegs striking her lower back. The weight of the animal made her ass dip
down. She tumbled back onto her side. She could feel the furred underside of his body
bumping against her back. He was humping, actually making fucking movements!
Then something very warm and sharp gouged against her cunt. The horror of what was
about to happen sharpened her mind. Allison slapped back at the big animal, dipping
her ass while shaking her body from side to side as violently as she could. She heard
King yipping, then felt the dog sliding from her back. She had managed to shake him
off.
"Dear God, give me strength," she whispered.
Staggering to her feet once more, Allison made for the stairs a third time. The dog was
behind her, however, nipping at her heels. He bit her, not really hard, but as if he were
trying to catch her ankle and bring her down. The girl was frantic, her eyes bulging in
terror. She didn't know the game from the real thing. As far as she was concerned,
King had gone berserk and was as likely to rip out her throat as fuck her cunt. Perhaps
she should cry out for her mother, take the chance of risking embarrassment. Surely
that was better than being chewed to pieces in the living room!
The stairs! She was there. Looping one arm around the oak handrail, the girl supported
herself as best she could. King swarmed excitedly around her weakened legs. Allison
groaned, balancing herself as best she could then kicking at the dog. King growled,
backed down a bit and tossed his head. Then he moved against one thigh and shoved
up. She could feel that furry muzzle sliding up into her cunt! The sudden penetration of
her pussy brought out a fiery shiver from her pussy that quickly spread to all parts of
her body. Weakly, the young girl tried moving around, tried sliding one leg around so
she could start climbing the stairs. It didn't work. She felt her fingers slipping on the
wood, felt herself dropping to the floor. "Ooomph!"
Allison choked, breathing hard, trying to get the air back into her lungs. King was
making funny noises as he plowed her cuntlips open and started lapping at the hot
juices flowing again from her cunt. It was so crazy, so damned crazy and good. How
could anything like this have happened? Was it a dream? There was something almost
dream-like about the setting, about what was happening to her and how. But this was
real, all too real. She could feel the dog's warm fuzzy sides against her thighs, could feel
his tongue slopping up and down her cuntal slit. "No, King, no!"
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. The dog wasn't making a move that showed he
was listening to her commands. The girl tried closing her thighs to him, but the big dog
moved his paws between them, snarling and snapping, threatening her with more
biting until she relented and let her legs sag apart.
There was no mistake now. Allison was letting this happen. Yes, she was giving in to
the big dog, letting him have his way. And oh, what a way it was! The rough wetness of
his nose was exciting her clit. The dog just couldn't keep his snout or tongue away from
that thing. And that sloppy licking rape was so uncontrolled, so wild!
Allison lost the will to try to escape. Instead, she lay there on the floor, her arms
stretched out to either side, her fingers clawing at the rug while the dog crouched
between her legs and licked her pussy.
She was swirling up to a climax. Thoughts, half dreams, all blew through her mind in
confused tangles. Over it all, cutting through everything, was the hungry animal
between her spit-slicked thighs. She raised her knees a little, almost feeling like a dog
herself, like a bitch in heat, spreading herself open for King. "Ohhhhh, King!"
Allison couldn't guess what made her stay on her back, made her raise her cunt up to
the dog and not run from him. Oh, it was all so confusing, so mixed up. Perhaps later,
she could figure it out. But right now, she was giving in to the large animal with no
regrets.
"Ohhhhh..."
Yes, it was good, so very, very good!


Chapter 8

"Cum, cum..."
Oh, she was saying the same thing when Hank and she had been rolling around on the
ground outside Patty's house. Yes, she was letting the dog make love to her, actually
make love! And her hips were moving from side to side, making soft fucking
movements as the itchy ache between her thighs became more and more intense.
"Unnghhhh!"
Allison pressed herself up to the big dog, opening her legs until she could feel the
muscles in her ass cramp with tension. She wanted to give him every fold and hollow of
her young pussy. Yes, she wanted his tongue to be everywhere at once!
"Uh... uhhhooohhh..."
She was cumming, actually climaxing in King's mouth! Surely this had to be the
strangest, most weird thing to happen in her life! The girl jerked her firm buttocks up
from the floor, left them hanging in mid-air, trembling mightily as she felt the inward
spasms race out to all parts of her body.
"Unghhhh!"
Allison jammed her fingers in her mouth, silencing herself, trying to muffle her frantic
cries. Oh, what shame she would feel if her mother were to appear suddenly at the foot
of the stairs, her eyes wide with horror as she watched her daughter pitch and roll on
the floor, the dog's head wedged between her thighs.
He was gouging and lapping, driving his long nose into her pussy. Oh God, God, it
was almost like being fucked! Allison could have sworn it was almost like being fucked
by Hank! She cried again, holding hard onto the dog's broad back, scratching him,
jerking and twisting while he writhed his narrow ass. His paws were set widely apart on
the rug as he tried to keep her cuntlips open to his maw.
Allison bucked forward, rolling, squirming on the rug as her convulsions tortured her
with a pleasure too intense to stand. She kicked her legs up, the heels hitting the sofa,
the couch, something. Then the girl felt something odd, something very strange against
one side of her body. Something very hot and wet was striking her thighs. Cum! The
animal was cumming, shooting his load against her hips. He was humping forward
with rapid, crazy movements. Each time he did, doggie cum sprayed out of that knobby
prick that was banging against her.
Allison babbled, staggering to her feet. She couldn't stand this, couldn't stand any more
of it. The whole scene was getting out of hand once more. Hanging onto the handrail
now, the girl turned her head and looked down at the big German shepherd. He was
whimpering, trying to lick himself where his hot jizz had shot from. He wheeled
around in circles, bobbing his head up and down, then finally fell to his side and licked
his furry balls. "Ohhhh... God!"
It was still too much like a dream, like a nightmare. If her mother ever found out...
Allison covered her face with her hands, drawing herself up the stairs away from the
whimpering dog. No one would ever know.
And if she could she would blot this from her mind forever.
She made it to her bedroom, past her mother's room, fearing every step of the way her
mother would confront her and demand to know what on earth was going on
downstairs. She could still hear King whimpering. If her mother were sound asleep, she
wouldn't be disturbed by the faint moans.
"Jesus!" Allison said under her breath.
He was just a dog, a horny dog. Wasn't that simple enough an explanation? She had
come in dreamy and spaced, her cunt smelling of one hell of a hot fucking. For some
reason that had turned King on and he pursued his natural drives. She would have to
be more careful from now on, careful to douche before coming back home. She couldn't
risk this happening again.
Limping slightly from her fall, Allison made it to her bed, turned and fell with a thud to
the mattress. Lying on her back, she stretched one arm over her eyes and felt the nylon
shreds slipping over her legs. Her cunt was still throbbing, still pulsing from King's
lapping.
"Just a damn dog," she whispered, her hps curling up into a faint smile.
Yes, she could still feel his tongue up and down her thighs, up and down her pussy. It
was so good. But the thought of being discovered, of being shamed forever, loomed in
her mind. Turning around with a groan and burying her face in the pillow, the young
blonde drifted off into a troubled sleep...
The next morning Rhona said little to her daughter. Allison was quiet, refusing to say
anything about the party except that it was nice but a little boring and that she was
sorry she was late. But she and Patty had been talking for a while and, well, that's how
it was.
Rhona sipped her coffee, studying her daughter carefully. Allison was turning into quite
a beautiful young woman, the kind men wanted all the time. Allison was reaching that
age when parents wished they had a son rather than a daughter. What if one day the
girl were to come home, her face long, with the announcement that she were...
pregnant! That was happening a lot nowadays, even with sex education and the pill as
easy to get as a candy bar. The thought made Rhona shiver and think once more of
grounding the girl.
But that would only widen the gap developing between her and her daughter. Oh, it
was such a problem, such a problem to solve! In the end Allison skipped off, saying she
was going to straighten out her room then visit Patty, whose home had a pool out back.
Shortly after breakfast Paul, Virginia's boy, arrived, standing there with a broad smile
on his handsome face. Well, Ginny had managed to spawn some handsome off-spring
even if her husband was such a prick! Ostensibly, Paul was here for just a few days,
possibly to look over some of the local campuses – UCLA, Cal State Long Beach, USC
– for his college career coming up in one year.
"I'll do what I can to give you some help in that, Paul," Rhona said, helping him to the
kitchen with his bags. There she pointed out the apartment over the garage her late
husband had fixed up just before his death. The youth could have all the privacy he
wanted and still be a part of the family.
"Thanks, Aunt Rhona," Paul said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Aunt Rhona! It sounded so matronly, the kind of thing that brought up images of black
dresses trimmed with lace. No, she wasn't ready for a pacemaker and walker yet. Rhona
smiled, stepping back and examining Paul. He was tall, broad shouldered with light
brown hair that curled thickly over his shirt collar. A thick but neatly trimmed
mustache that curled a bit over his upper lip completed the picture. Yes, he was good
looking – someone to watch, perhaps, with Allison in the house.
Allison! She had called her daughter down several times to meet Paul but the girl
shouted back down that she was busy on the phone. It was embarrassing, but what
could she do?
"Young lady, I want to know the meaning of that," Rhona said after Paul had gone out
and Allison had come trotting down the stairs.
"Of what?" Allison was tilting her chin up, giving her that pose of defiance her mother
so hated.
"Of not coming down here when your cousin arrived. He's very nice and we should
make him feel welcome here," Rhona lectured.
"Is Aunt Virginia pawning him off on us?" Allison asked flippantly.
"Any more of that," Rhona said, feeling her anger rising, "and you won't go out for one
week. Is that understood?"
Allison sulked, nodding her head up and down. She could see she had pushed her luck
too far.
"Now you can go, but be home for dinner," Rhona said, softening her tone of voice,
wishing there were some path, some direction she could take to reach her daughter.
In a while Allison was gone, the squeaking of her tennis shoes fading after the slam of
the front door. Moving about the kitchen, Rhona watched Paul carry up a portable
typewriter along with some small boxes from his car. It did look as if Paul were moving
in for more than a short stay. Of course, if that happened she wouldn't mind – just as
long as there was no trouble between the boy and her daughter.
Taking a glass from the dry rack, Rhona filled it with cold water and stood by the sink
watching her nephew working. He had stripped off his T-shirt and hung it on a tree
branch as he moved the rest of the things from his car. Rhona caught herself
wondering... but that was ridiculous, awful, illegal and totally immoral. Paul was
Virginia's son, her sister's son. He was young enough to be her own son.
Rhona sighed, putting the glass down. She found herself rubbing her fingers against her
shorts, wondering how she was going to make it through the day, the way her pussy
was burning and throbbing. Yes, she was hot, and made all the hotter by the presence
of that handsome young man working so close to her. No, she could never entertain the
thought of seducing her own nephew. Never! But King?
Rhona put her hands to her face, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks. Peering
through her fanned fingers, the woman could see King in the back yard romping with
his shadow, wetting himself in the sprinkler, then rolling playfully on his back. Going
to the kitchen door, making sure she made the move when Paul was upstairs in his
room, Rhona opened the screen and called softly to the German shepherd.
"King."
At first the animal didn't seem to notice her. She called out again, her fingers trembling
against the screen. This time he heard, stopping his playing and twisting his head
around. She saw his pointed ears prick up, his jaws drop open. Yes, he knew what she
wanted, what she needed. Allison would be over at her friend's all day. There would be
no one at home, Paul being busy with his garage apartment, which was away from the
house. She would have all day with the dog, with that wonderful cunt-licking animal.
And oh, how her pussy needed attention! "Come on, boy, come here." She held the
door for him, closing and locking it as the dog trotted in. She could still back down,
could still kick him out of the house. Rhona knew she had sworn she would never do
this again. But how could she stop herself, stop that burning itch that drove her to this
level?
"Come on, boy."
The dog circled behind her, sniffing the seat of her shorts. She walked through the
living room, climbed the stairs, loving that sexy rub of her swelling cuntlips against one
another. And behind her all the while was that wonderful dog, King, ready to service
her, to take care of her pussy.
As she reached the top of the stairs and walked toward her bedroom, Rhona wondered
if she could get a man interested in her once more. Could she get someone as
handsome, as virile and vital as her nephew Paul interest? She hadn't given that
possibility much of a chance. Once she'd invited a man over, someone she had met
through a casual friend. It hadn't worked. Entertaining a man in that house was
impossible. The thought of her daughter walking in during a compromising moment
frightened her.
Perhaps later, later when Allison was gone off to college or somewhere. But not now...
A dog! But why not? Was she supposed to stay at home and finger-fuck herself for the
nexty three years until her daughter left? No, no! Slipping into her room, locking the
door after King trotted in, she reached up and unsnapped his halter. God, she was
excited, excited to the point of being breathless! Her nipples were long and hard,
turning a darker red as her pulse increased. To be touched was all she wanted. The
wrong and the right of it was growing mistier. She felt drawn to this animal, to the
wickedness of it.
Walking to the bed, catching an image of her half-naked body in the mirror, Rhona
turned and hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her shorts, shoving them down
to her knees.
"What does it matter, any more? What does it matter?" she whispered, kicking the
shorts from her feet, turning and staring at her profile in the mirror.
Yes, she was an attractive woman – firm tits that lay high on her chest, long red
nipples, supple thighs, a pair of pliant yet well-formed and rounded buttocks. Men
would pay for her, pay to have a chance at her. And there she was, standing by her bed,
touching herself while her pet German shepherd stood nearby and watched.
"Here, boy, here."
Rhona fell back, her tits slapping together, her legs hitting the bed. King was up in a
moment, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly as he licked around in hot
expectation. Rhona didn't care, didn't care any longer what she thought of giving
herself to a dog, to her pet. Just having that warm, wet tongue sliding up and down her
thighs, wetting her flesh so deliciously was worth all the unsettled thought that had
been torturing her earlier.
"Th... there, boy... yes, mmmmm... touch me there!"
Rhona was guiding him up, rewarding him with a scratch behind the ears when he
started touching particularly sensitive spots. And then he was licking her tits, the tip of
his tongue washing over the rounded, pouting bottoms. Oh, that tongue of his was so
hot! And the way he was moving it, touching her lightly, rolling up his eyes and
watching as she bobbed her ass around, her head switching from side to side – he knew
when he was exciting her, really turning her on. With another groan, Rhona fell back
completely on the bed, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress, rubbing her legs
over the smooth coverlet. Yes, it was wild, wicked, delicious letting the dog touch her
like this – while all the while life went on plainly outside.
What would Allison think of her square mother now? What would she say if she could
see Rhona sprawled there on her bed, her legs spread so widely apart her ankles
touched either edge of the sagging mattress, the dog lying between, feeding on her cunt.
"Oh, King!"
Rhona convulsed, then rolled onto her belly and laughed as the animal bobbed his head
around and whimpered, trying to find that vulnerable spot again. How good it was,
feeling his tongue on the backs of her legs now, sliding up, wetting the flesh, edging up
to her asshole and pussy.
"Good, boy, yes, that's it, come on, keep doin' it... that's right, keep... ughhhhh... doing
it!"
King was over her now, his legs braced on either side of her back. She could feel his hot
breath on the back of her neck, feel the slight sharpness of his toenails digging into her
flesh. Then he touched her once more with his tongue, licking down, down her spine,
wetting all those bumps pressing out against her back flesh. Rhona let out a shivery
moan, turning her head to one side and pressing her cheek against the pillow while she
clawed at the coverlet. This was something new, something she had only now just
thought of as the dog toyed with her. Oh, how good it was, the sensation was of King's
tongue as it slurped its way along her body!
He was still lapping his tongue down her back, licking at all the bumps and hollows.
Rhona let out another groan then dug her knees into the matress, pushing them apart
at the same time, raising her ass into the air for the animal to lick.
Slowly, she raised her ass a little more, biting her lower hp, then smiling weakly and
wagging her ass from side to side to attract King's attention. Rhona needn't have done
that. King saw, grunted, then pulled back, twisting his head around and wetting each
ass-cheek. She felt hot spit dribbling down her asscrack, running over the thick curls of
her pussy. It was something she had never done before in her life. And Rhona arched
her back more, rising up on her knees, loving the sensation and giving King more
room.
"Good, boy, good King, that's it... ughh, that's it. Just keep doing it that way! Oh, oh,
Oh!"
She was on her hands and knees now, her head ' hanging between her jutting
shoulderblades while her hair curtained her face. Her elbows bent outward as she
panted every bit as hard as the dog. Oh, how every sensation now seemed to excite her!
The weight of her tits hanging down from her chest, the spit mixed with her cunt juice
trickling down her thighs, the touch of the dog – everything was driving her half mad
there in her bedroom.
Rhona wobbled there on her elbows, gasping in deep breaths when she could. She held
her breath the moment King would touch a sensitive spot. He was licking her lower
legs now. She spread her thighs farther until she could feel her inner cuntlips peel back
from the moist pussymeat along her cuntslit.
Her elbows collapsed. With another groan, Rhona forced herself on her back once
more. King's tongue was so good, so good surely she would die from it!


Chapter 9

King was growling, growling that soft throaty growl that let her know he was excited.
Dear God, it was good, very good having that tongue slopping up and down her
fuckslot. Raising her head a little from the pillow and staring at the big animal between
her thighs, Rhona saw his prick, that long red knobby thing slipping out of his furry
sheath. She had seen a dog's cock several times before. It had never particularly excited
her. In fact, she had thought it somewhat ugly. But now it looked so strangely
interesting, even pleasant to stare at. For a moment the confused blonde thought about
touching his cock, about...
But that would be going much too far. Licking was one thing but... but having a dog
touch her with that thing would be... well, just too daring.
"Ohhhh, King, I..."
The phone! Damn it, the phone! Rhona couldn't believe it. King stopped his licking.
She tried to get back into the mood. But the clattering of that damned bell wouldn't let
her. Groaning, she rolled over on one side, stretched out a hand and pulled the phone
off the cradle.
"Allison? No, she's over at her friend Patty's," Rhona said, thrilling at the sound of a
masculine voice at the other end. "No, that's fine. I'm sure you'll find her there."
A man, a big man – or so she thought. Was her daughter seeing someone seriously?
Allison hadn't said anything to her about dating anyone steadily. But then again, her
daughter hadn't said much to her lately about anything. Was he fucking her daughter?
Was her daughter getting laid, enjoying a man while she was at home wedging a dog's
snout between her legs? A flash of shame shot through her. The unfairness of life struck
the woman as she lay quietly back down on the bed, settling on the mattress and letting
King commence eating out her cunt once more. "Mmmmmmm!"
A man. Her daughter had a man! The thought kept going around and around her head
as the dog's tongue searched deeper and deeper in her pussyhole. Who said fucking was
for the young? Who ever said that only the young could appreciate love, sex? Rhona
was still young. Her body was firm, sexy, exciting! She had seen the way men looked at
her as she walked down the street. Why should the young have a monopoly on
fucking?
"Unnnghhh!"
King was concentrating on her clit now, a move that drove the woman wild with fucklust 
for a second. She raked her fingers over the animal's fur, rubbing the backs of her
legs against the coverlet, thinking about how it would be to have dogs – lots of dogs –
running after her, their long pink tongues hanging out, wet with spit while their cocks
jerked and twitched between their hindquarters. Yes, dogs fucking her, fucking one
another in packs as she lay back and let them have her pussy.
Rhona was gasping, feeling herself spinning around and around with excitement. She
sat up now, watching in disbelief as the animal's tongue rubbed over and over her wet
pussymeat. She watched her clit forced down, pushed from side to side by the growling
German shepherd. It was wrong, she knew. This was only a substitute for the real
thing. But Rhona was too afraid to go out there, out there in the real world and find the
real thing. Instead, she preferred to lie here in the privacy of her bedroom and let the
dog eat her out.
King was wagging his hips again. More of his red prick slithered out. No, she wasn't
going to sink that low. She wasn't going to let the dog fuck her, drive that cock into her
cunt. But why was she thinking about it all the time? Why did she have to tell herself
over and over again that she wasn't going to fuck with the dog?
"No!" she blurted.
But the thought was there. She was so close to turning around again, kneeling there
and letting the dog fuck her.
"Ughhhhhh!"
Looking down, Rhona saw her cuntal hair clinging together in wet little curls along the
edges of her pussylips. It was wild, crazy, seeing herself being licked off like this! She
sat there with her legs partially crossed, her cunt completely open to the big dog. She
cried out again and again, jerking her head back, feeling her long hair sweeping over
her shoulderblades as the dog touched those wonderful sensitive spots again and again
with his tongue. She watched as her tendons bulged, pushing out against the flushed
spit-slicked flesh. Oh God, she was going to cum! Rhona could feel the hot rush of
sensation racing up and down her cunt, making her flesh crawl, making her toes curl
until they cramped. Yes, she was going to climax again, climax in the animal's sucking
mouth!
Again, she thought about letting King fuck her, letting him crawl on top of her body
and drive his slithering cock up her cunthole. But that was far too desperate a thing for
her to try... yet. Instead, she lay there and let the animal bring her up, up to a roaring
climax.
Arching her back, the woman kicked one leg out, feeling her pussy start to clench at
thin air, start to tremble and convulse – with nothing in it. Oh God, God, if only she
could have that feeling of being filled, of being fucked! Yes, fucked! If only she could
have a man's cock ramming in and out of her cunthole. Oh, that would be heavenly!
When would it ever happen! When in the name of God would she finally get fucked?
Rhona tossed on the bed, thrusting her cuntal mound up to the animal, moving her
hips around in frantic circles, whimpering for King to eat her pussy again. He moved
forward and started going crazy, eating her out like a wild animal. Well, he was a wild
animal, part wolf, she suspected. And now it was coming out as he tried to drive his
tongue deeper and deeper into her sucking cunt. "Oh, Ohhh!"
Too late! It was too late for her to back down now. She was going for it, going all the
way. Rhona felt the wet friction between her legs build to her climax in seconds. King
humped his ass as he nipped and lapped at her pussy. Rhona could feel the shaking of
his shoulders and strong back. That strong, erotic movement added to her consuming
sexual fever.
"Yes – ohhhh, yessss!"
Rhona whipped her legs against the bed, pounding her fists against her thighs, hearing
the headboard battering the wall behind her. Oh, this was going to be a big one! Yes,
this climax was going to knock her out! She could feel her pussy simmering in sexual
heat as her clit vibrated like a struck tuning fork. Any second, she was going to cum!
"Cummmmmmm!"
That beautiful, wonderful word! Oh, the feeling between her shivering thighs was so
intense, so hot and cold at the same time that it almost hurt her. Again and again, the
woman screamed, her face a mask of pain and pleasure as she teetered on the brink of
orgasm. How delicious the sounds were of his mouth clicking wetly against her pussy
mound. It sucked and clicked while his tongue fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.
And Rhona kept moving about the bed, her ass prancing high in the air, silently
begging for more friction. Yes, she needed to have more friction, more sensation in her
cunt. Oh, if she could only have a cock fucking in and out of her pussy, have a nice fat
prick stretching those itchy cunt walls of hers, feel a pair of hot, hairy balls slapping
against her ass!
King was making strange sounds against the hot mess of her cunt. It was a kind of
growling-whining noise that made her open her knees even wider. Yes, something in
her was responding to the animal, something that probably should have been kept
buried in her subconscious.
That moment of white-hot madness passed and tossed the trembling woman over the
edge. Crying out, hugging King closely to her, Rhona felt herself climaxing, felt her
cuntal muscles cramping, trying to grab at his flicking tongue. Oh, it was so good, so
hot, so deliriously good! She wished the sensation could keep going on and on as the
big animal licked her pussy frantically.
"Unghhhh!"
Rhona threw her body back down onto the bed after jerking it up. King was going wild.
As her climax peaked, the dog opened his jaws and grabbed her pussy, shaking it
between his teeth. He shook her gently, his fangs pressing against the tender cunt flesh
as his tongue kept licking pussy juice from her cunt. The blonde woman whimpered
with delight, dragging her heels over the bed, thinking she was certainly going to pass
out from this delight.
Rhona felt herself coming down from her high. Reality began seeping in. Opening her
eyes, she realized she was touching the dog under his belly. Her fingers were reaching
back, back to that red knobby prick she'd seen earlier. She was touching it, touching
the dog's cock. And then in a moment she felt something hot splattering against her
hand, her thigh. King was howling pitifully, as if someone had stabbed him in the back.
He was humping his cock desperately against her palm, wanting more."Uhhh... King..."
Rhona wiggled away from the spurting little blasts of hot slime. In a moment, she
found herself in the bathroom, propping herself up against the sink. It had been here
where she had first come into contact with the dog. Yes, she had been playing with
herself when... when he came in and touched her. Could she go on like this, denying
natural sex for sex with an... an animal?
Allison! Again she thought of her daughter, of the possibility that the girl was taking
her share of the good life. A twinge of jealousy rippled through her. She had a share of
life coming to her, too. Allison was like all the other teens – grabby, wanting it all for
themselves.
"What am I doing?" She held her head in her hands, shaking the dreadful thoughts
from her. No, she had to think more clearly.
Showering quickly, Rhona later went back into her bedroom. King was sitting in the
corner, licking that odd red doggie cock of his. The woman shuddered and hurriedly
pulled on some clothes. King followed her downstairs, sitting quietly in the room as
Rhona fixed herself a lemonade and stared at the big animal.
"Crazy dog," she muttered, gulping the cooling fluid.
But she could feel a warmth spreading all over her belly, a warmth caused by that dog
and his stare. Oh God, would this go on forever? Had she landed herself in some kind
of trap? Rhona walked around the living room, pacing, trying to figure out her life. It
was all so jumbled up now. Allison, the dog, her nephew Paul living so close, that
phone call for her daughter. What did it all mean?
She sat down staring at the yawning fireplace before her. Playing with her hair, she
wondered if she should go to a bar now, sit there wearing some provocative outfit,
something like her daughter wore. She could tell them she wanted to have a little fun.
The men would certainly be interested, she thought. Perhaps she would even tell them
she had a dog that...
Rhona laughed, the laugh scaring King. He jumped to his feet and barked."Come here,
boy," she cooed. King wagged his tail and padded over. She had put on a dress, but she
had forgotten something else, something very important. She had forgotten to put on
her panties.
"Why is this happening to me... why?" Already, the dog was softly licking her thighs as
she sat there alone in the big chair. King was nuzzling her dress up. Her raw cuntal
tissues were tender to the touch, but that tongue hurt her good. She scooted down,
opening her knees once more.
"Bad, bad dog," she whispered, closing her eyes, breathing in soft, whispering wheezes.
Just then, King started licking her cuntlips. Rhonda put the lemonade on the end table,
moving her ass from side to side. It was happening again – and so soon after her last
cum! Had she no shame, no pride?
"Ooooohhh!"
The only sounds were her moans and the sexy, wet sounds of King's tongue against her
clit. The smell, that musky smell of her aroused pussy, was filling her nose. Yes, it was a
delicious odor. She could understand why King was so excited, why he wanted to touch
her all over.
"Ohhhh, King, King!" Was she becoming a nympho – a nympho for dogs, someone
who was going to go cruising kennels, the streets, looking for a dog who wanted a good
time?
Again the woman laughed. But this time King stayed with her, growling and
whimpering, forcing her knees farther apart with his big handsome head. Rhona
whimpered as her tension built again. She swallowed hard and lay her head back
against the sofa. She was feeling drunk with fuck-lust now. Smiling, the woman felt her
breath quicken. All she had to do was sit there, let the dog to it. She didn't have to
move a muscle if she didn't want to. King would bring her off. She moved to give him
more of her flushed cuntmeat to nibble on. With another moan, she felt herself sinking
into the cushions.
"Ohhhhh, King, you bad, bad doggie..." That evening, relations were more than usually
strained between mother and daughter.
Allison had enjoyed herself immensely at Patty's, having received a phone call from
Hank who said her mother had sounded "funny" on the phone. He didn't go into it
and Allison didn't want to pursue the matter further. It was Rhona's way of telling her
she disapproved, Allison thought, and that was that.
"Aren't you going to stay home tonight? I thought with your cousin here you might
want to get better acquainted," Rhona said.
Allison glanced above the centerpiece and studied Paul. Yes, he was certainly handsome
enough to attract her attention. That brown curly hair hanging over his forehead, those
sexy, exciting eyes that sparkled as he stared back at her – certainly, he interested her.
And the fact that he was down here to look at different colleges appealed to the young
girl. But Hank had called and asked her out on a date. There was the choice between a
nice conversation with her first cousin or a chance to – well, to have some fun with
Hank. In reality, there was no choice.
"Mother, I didn't know you were planning anything," Allison said, pushing her fork
around the plate. "I have a date tonight."
Rhona looked up, crossing her fingers and resting her chin on them. Her daughter was
growing up – perhaps too fast. How she wanted to talk with her, warn her about
certain things, tell her... But this was the wrong time and place for that. Paul was sitting
there uncomfortably, feeling the tension building between the two women. She didn't
want her dirty linen being aired in front of him so he could tell his mother. They would
talk about it later. She finished sipping her coffee.
"Try to be home early, dear. Perhaps we could all go out shopping tomorrow in
Westwood. That would give Paul a chance to see UCLA," Rhona suggested, clearing the
table.
"Maybe," Allison said, gulping her milk and giving her cousin a friendly glance before
pushing away from the table. "Gotta dress," she explained to him, rushing through the
living room and up the stairs.
Paul stayed a bit longer, helping with the dishes, talking about one thing or other. At
the start, Rhona was thinking about Allison, wondering what kind of young man she
was going out with. Of course, she could demand a full report from her daughter. But
the woman was becoming less and less demanding of Allison. Perhaps her guilt over
what she'd been doing with the dog was bothering her, changing her attitude toward
sex in general. A few months before, she would never have thought something like this
possible!
"Get away, King!" she said, kicking the big animal gently on the chest as he tried
nuzzling her thighs once more. Paul didn't seem to notice. He was going on about his
plans for college.
It was when Allison left the house that Rhona felt a little odd, a little out of focus with
the young man standing beside her and the dog patiently waiting by the kitchen table.
For one mad second she felt as if they were taking turns, perhaps fighting over her. She
shook her head, trying to hide the smile. If she thought that, then perhaps she should
see a shrink.
"I'm a little tired today, Paul. Perhaps we could talk again tomorrow. Then Allison will
be around and we could make a day of it," she suggested, hanging up the dish towel.
She managed to keep her hands off him, but she knew her true feelings now. She
wanted her nephew. If Allison could have that unknown boy she was afraid to bring
into the house, Rhona could have her nephew. No, no! That was insanity, craziness,
incest! But, was having a dog licking her cunt any less insane?
"Okay, Aunt Rhona. See you tomorrow," Paul said, waving good night cheerily and
stepping out the back door.
He didn't even look a little bit disappointed that I'm going to bed now, Rhona thought,
drying her hands and flicking off the kitchen light. She felt King brushing up against
her and smiled. Well, at least there was one thing in the world that was always around
to satisfy her. Reaching down, Rhona scratched him playfully behind the ears, then
straightened and began her climb up the stairs to her bedroom, King trotting behind.


Chapter 10

Rhona caught herself staring out the window, looking down into the back yard at the
light burning above the garage. Paul was still up. Faintly, she could make out the
sounds of a clicking typewriter. She brushed her hair back, holding the gown tightly to
her body. Behind her, there was King again. He was panting, panting heavily, wanting
her. Oh, if only a man would want her that much, want her to lie down, spread her legs
and... and fuck him the way she had fucked her late husband.
Rhona closed her eyes and felt tears welling up behind the lids. No, she wasn't going to
cry. She had told herself that years after her husband's death. She wasn't going to cry.
Lots of people had worse lives. At least she could eat well, had a roof over her head, had
a family, had a dog.
"Dog!"
She smiled at that one. How many women would admit to that, even to themselves,
even if they were into dogs? What would they say if someone were to pop in and find
them crouched down on the bed, their tits hanging down while a dog...
"Here, King."
Rhona shrugged the gown off her shoulders after drawing the blinds. What did it
matter – all her fine resolves about not letting the dog fuck her? He had done
everything to her except that. What was the big deal? She felt herself drunk, drunk with
fuck-lust as she crawled onto the bed and patted the mattress beside her.
"Here, King, here you go, boy! Come on, come on and fuck Rhona!"
She was on her back, her knees pulled up, her legs sagging apart. She felt the outer
cuntlips peeling back as blood filled them. It was a lovely, wonderful feeling. Rhona felt
the dog come up to her, come up and start licking her pussy just as he'd done before.
She was already forgetting that it was a dog between her legs. It was always the same.
She always forgot quickly. It was the cock-hunger, that hot, throbbing cock-hunger that
made her forget.
"Yessss..."
Rhona was pulling her cunt open, farther apart with her fingers so that the hot tongue
of the big dog could touch every soppy inch of it. She was completely excited now,
feeling as if her body were about to explode with erotic lust. She thought of Paul, her
nephew. She would have loved to have him, have him fucking her, taking her and
fucking the hell out of her!
"Noooo!" she cried out.
What a slut she was becoming! Her own nephew! And yet, was it any worse than
fucking a dog?
"Oh, what does it matter any more?"
The animal was pushing his pink tongue . down hard into the steamy folds of her
pussy. Rhona tried hard to imagine a cock doing this – a real cock, Paul's cock. Oh yes,
yes, the thought of her nephew hovering over her, holding her down, pinning her body
to the mattress with his muscular legs while trenching out her fuckhole!
She was going off the edge, losing her mind completely! Rhona found herself going all
the way, playing the slut, kneeling there on her hands and knees, her tits pulling down
on her chest. She was in a fucking position, a doggie-fuck position. Yes, dear God, she
wanted dog-cock, wanted it so bad!
"Here, King, here!"
Could she really go through with it? Could she go this far? She felt King licking at her
ass, wetting each asscheek completely. The tickle was too much. And now she had her
knees spread apart to give the big dog more room to mount her.
Yes, she needed a fuck, any fuck. The thought of having that long bony red prick in her
cunt drove her mad. There were claws scraping her back. And then she felt the dog's
warm, furry weight on her spine, pressing her down toward the bed. She bent her
elbows out, then straightened them, pushing up, feeling her head whirling around in a
confusion of thoughts and feelings.
"Ohhhh!"
A thrill filled Rhona's chest, a thrill she couldn't believe! Mounted, really mounted!
Rhona could feel the animal's forelegs tightening around her chest, could feel his
hindquarters pressing up against the backs of her legs. His head was nestled in the
valley between her jutting shoulderblades. She was completely covered by a dog,
smelling him. A bitch fucked by a dog. There was nothing unnatural about that!
"Fuck...fuck..."
Rhona was babbling like a mad woman, throwing her ass around to excite the animal.
Was it really happening? Was it true she was kneeling there, letting the dog do this to
her? She could feel the tip of the animal's prick gouging deeper along her dribbling
cuntal cleft. A flash of fear and shame knifed through her mind. She was disgusted with
herself, disgusted that she could have gone this far. Her excitement was at a fever pitch.
She was just on the edge of satisfying the need of being fucked, really fucked! But there
were limits, boundaries she shouldn't step over. This was one of them, she knew
instinctively.
She couldn't go through with it. When she felt the tip of that boner slip a little into her
cunt, Rhona panicked, slapping back at the animal, screaming and crawling off the bed.
"No!" she screamed.
She found herself standing by the foot of the bed, looking wild-eyed at the confused
dog. A warm trickle of her cuntal juice ran down her thighs, making her frustration
that much more intense.
Rhonda rushed from the room, feeling as if she were going to go mad if she stayed in
the house another second. King came along, nipping at her ankles as he always did
when he thought there might be more excitement in store.
No, she didn't have the courage, the perversity of nature to go through with it. Kicking
at the animal, she rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before King could
slide a paw in. Standing there, leaning against the sink, feeling her cunt throb and pulse
as the big dog scratched the door and barked, Rhona broke into tears. Yes, she had
been reduced to this, to having dogs pounding at her door while men remained at arm's
length. Sobbing more hysterically, feeling her knees giving way, the blonde sank to the
floor.
Perhaps an hour passed before she had the strength to rise. King had given up. There
was no sound in the big house. Sighing with relief, she turned on the water and took a
nice cold shower, sudsing her swollen cunt, feeling the muscles spasming lightly as her
fingers trailed over the pussylips.
Toweling herself off and slipping into a nightgown, Rhona opened the door, saw the
way was clear, then tiptoed down the hall and down the stairs. King was there, half
asleep. He raised his head, gave Rhona what she thought was a dirty look then lowered
his head back to his forepaws.
Back in the kitchen, Rhona was about to pour herself another lemonade when she
glanced out the window and saw those lights on again. Her nephew Paul was up there
working. She had been worried about Allison and Paul, not realizing where the
temptation really lay! Rhona struggled with herself, finally closing the refrigerator door,
biting her lower lip for courage and moving slowly into the back yard.
It was warm even for mid-August. A soft breeze was coming from the east. Walking
barefoot over the grass, feeling the light wind in her hair, feeling her nakedness under
the flimsy gown, made her feel sexy again. Reaching the stairway, Rhona paused for a
moment. She could still go back and no one would be the wiser. But what was she
going back to? A dog?
She shook her head, tightened her grip and started climbing the stairs. By the time she
reached the door she was thinking only of the next few minutes. That would decide
things. She was almost afraid to knock. A woman appearing at a guy's door this late in
the evening and wearing only a gown was certainly suspect. But then she felt another
twinge in her pussy and curled her fingers into a tight fist, knocking loudly. "Paul?"
She held her breath. She could hardly swallow, and her heart felt heavy as it rapped
against her chest. She couldn't hear anything inside now. Maybe he was in bed. Yes,
that had to be it. She turned, took the banister."Aunt Rhona? What are you... ?" Rhona
turned again and saw his eyes were on her shoulders, her slim body visible through the
thin material. Rhona felt suddenly embarrassed. She shouldn't have worn the gown up
there. She just shouldn't have. Paul rubbed a hand across his tanned chest and
swallowed.
"I thought I might talk to you about Allison... and, well, since we're family, if you
weren't busy..."
She felt herself fumbling for words. She was making a mess of this. Oh God, it was like
being a teenager all over again. Yes, she wanted to talk too. But she wanted Paul to fuck
her. Awful but true. And she wanted Paul to kiss her. She could hardly believe the
cock-hunger she felt was about to overwhelm her. Somehow Rhona managed to look
calm, civil, while all the time her pussy was a raging inferno.
"Come on in," Paul said.
She went quickly to a chair and sat with her hands folded in her lap at the beginning.
Now, Rhona didn't feel nearly as confident, as seductive as she had moments before.
Paul sat in another chair and smiled at her. He seemed easy, relaxed. Of course he was
relaxed. He probably didn't realize what kind of hell she'd been going through these
past few days.
Rhona lowered her eyes, trying to figure out what to say. There was a long,
embarrassing silence. She folded her fingers together then drew them apart, wiping her
palms on her gown. She was excited beyond anything she could call sane. That dog,
that damned dog had touched her and done this!
"Aunt Rhona, you know, maybe you shouldn't have come up here... like this." Paul
rubbed his forehead, smiling more broadly.
"I... I don't understand."
"I think you do. This isn't too awkward for you, is it?"
Was he kidding? Her mind was whirling around and around. She had just been with an
animal and now was throwing herself at her nephew. And he was wondering about it
being awkward?
Paul stood up and crossed the small room. Rhona had to keep her eyes shut. She
couldn't bear to see his face so close. Perhaps there was still time, time in which she
could save her honor, her pride. Then she felt her fingers circle her neck, rubbing up
and down the small muscles. She pushed back against the wonderful feeling. Oh, she
was as shameless as King. But the woman didn't care. From now on, she just wouldn't
care.
"Oh Paul, I don't know how any of this started. Maybe I should leave and..."
He drew her against his body, circling one arm around her waist and dropping his face
to hers. When she felt his lips crushing hers, felt his tongue wiggling into her mouth,
Rhona realized there would be no going back. God, oh God, she was finally going to
get her wish! As they backed away toward the small bed Rhona knew she was going to
get her wish. She was finally going to feel that cock she had been needing so
desperately.


Chapter 11

"Oh, Paul, Paul, this can't be happening... it just can't!"
But he had her by the bed, his fingers working her gown open. The silken edge clung
for a moment on the tops of her tits, then fell open. Paul shuddered, sliding the
garment off, holding her hard around the arms while lowering his head once more. She
felt his tongue gingerly wetting one dark red areola. God, it was wonderful! Rhona let
her head fall back, a low moan coming from her throat. Her knees were shaking
violently, her body swaying from side to side. The feeling of her nephew's tongue over
her tits, his lips milking the stiff nipples was almost too much to stand.
She leaned forward, feeling the room swirling about her. Somewhere down below,
Rhona could hear King barking. That dog, that horny dog! Why didn't he go out and
find a bitch to fuck... that is, a bitch other than she! That thought made her smile.
Now, King would have to find someone else. She had Paul, her nephew, to take care of
that burning itch between her thighs. "Here, Rhona, here." She felt him pushing her
down, rolling her over onto her belly then pulling her up by the hips until she was on
her knees, her face sideways on the pillow. Rhona didn't have the strength yet to push
herself up on the pillow. She felt her cuntlips peeling stickily back from the position she
was in. It was similar to one she'd been crouching in when King had mounted her in
the bedroom. She could still almost feel his forepaws circling her waist, his hindquarters
pressing up against the backs of her legs while his prick gouged along her cuntal crack!
She had nearly done it, nearly gone all the way with that horrible, wonderful animal. It
had been that moment of fear that had made the difference, that had given her both the
courage and strength to kick the animal away and run. Thank God she had done it!
"What... what are you doing to me?"
Paul didn't answer, unzipping his Levi's and pulling them off. She felt him kneeling
behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs. His touch sent flashes of
delight racing up and down her body. Good, so very, very good. She felt one finger
tracing over the tense, eager muscles guarding her cunthole. Rhona groaned, clenching
the pillow cover in her fingers, wagging her butt from side to side, pushing her ass up
to that teasing hand. It was maddening, frustrating to feel his finger so close, so very
close and yet refusing to enter her pussy.
"Unghhhhhhhh!"
Then she felt him shoving it in, pushing his finger in until it had sunk into her cunt up
to the second joint. The woman groaned, saliva oozing from her mouth and soaking the
pillow while her body shivered mightily. That wonderful finger explored the tender
cuntal walls, probing around until she grunted like an animal with the teasing sensation
of almost being filled. Rhona thought once more of King. She had flipped completely
and nearly let King fuck her like a bitch in heat. Thank God, it was a man preparing
her now.
And she was prepared! She was wetting herself shamelessly in front of her nephew. He
was telling her how fine she was, how good a body she had while all the time he
massaged her cuntlips. A second and then a third finger slipped in, twisting around and
around, his wrist touching her clit! Rhona growled and bobbed her ass from side to
side. Fucking, Fucking! She wanted fucking, wanted to feel Paul's cock fucking her
without mercy.
"Ohhhhhhh..." Rhona groaned.
She was so weak, so very, very weak. Pushing her head up and turning around she
could see that long thick thing sticking out from Paul's crotch. It had to be at least nine
inches long! Yes, oh yes, that was what she needed, what her cunt demanded after this
long, long period of denial. She needed a cock that big, that thick to stretch her out, to
take care of her hot pussy.
"Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!"
It was a shameless command, but one Paul heeded.
"Oh yeah, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, Aunt Rhona. Hell," he said, shaking his head and
laughing, "not gonna call you Aunt Rhona any more. Doesn't make sense, does it? Me
fuckin' you and goin' on about you being my aunt."
Rhona didn't care what he called her. She was beyond simple morality. Fucking,
fucking. That's what she wanted, needed. She felt her nephew hunkering low behind
her, his knees spread widely apart for more fucking power. He was like a dog in that.
Dogs hunkered for power and then fucked into the bitches fast without mercy. Yes, she
hoped Paul wouldn't have mercy.
"Ohhhhh..."
She needed that prick. Her ass pranced for it. She wanted to feel raped by his cock,
really fucked by it. His cockhead was shoving in, pressing against her clit, then
dropping down a little and entering her cuntal mouth. Rhona shoved one hand under
her belly, pushing it back until she could feel her cuntal hairs tickling the tips. He was
fucking in deeper and deeper, arching his back for more leverage, making her cunt feel
completely peeled open, stretched. Rhona spread her knees wider on the bed. Then she
felt him fucking under and up, giving her a powerful lunge-fuck that nearly took her
knees off the mattress.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Rhona thought she was going to lose her mind. A cock inside her cunt! It had been so
long, so very, very long She gasped with delight, tossing her head, feeling her long hair
splashing over her face. She felt sexy and young once more. No, fucking wasn't just for
the young. She could do it still, could still fuck and feel those overpowering feelings!
He was pulling his cock back now, very slowly, making Rhona shiver madly. She loved
feeling her elastic pussy walls shrinking back together behind the retreating cockhead.
He was pulling his cock out, drawing more pussy juices out with his prick.
"Love your body, love it," Paul whispered. "Do you?" she gasped, pleased that she was
satisfying her nephew as well as herself.
Then Paul began his fucking in earnest, tensing his thighs and hunching in. Rhona
arched her back, clawing the pillowcase frantically, feeling that cockhead ramming into
her cunt like a freight train. She could hardly breathe. The force of his fucking was
driving her insane! In and out. In and out. In and out his cock fucked, faster and faster,
the balls now slapping against her ass.
"Whew! Gotta stop or I'm gonna cum," Paul whispered tensely, bending over and
kissing her on the nape of her neck.
"Oh, oh, please don't stop fucking! I'm so close to cumming..."
Rhona realized she was talking like her younger self. She was talking just as if her late
husband had been there, fucking her enthusiastically, and she was warning him not to
go so fast. How strange! Fucking changed her so much in a matter of minutes.
Paul eased his cock gently away from her cunt. Rhona felt hot streaks of her cunt juice
dribbling down. She was soaked, frothing with her pussy juices. She had never been so
wet!
Her mind was a kaleidoscope of sexy images. She thought of men, lots and lots of men
pursuing her, holding their hard cocks and just waiting for a chance to fuck her. She
thought of the animal crouching behind her, his furry legs holding her while he tried
slipping his prick into her cunt. No, no, she swore she wouldn't think of that again.
That was sick, awful! She was going to concentrate on Paul, on Paul and his wonderful
cock!
He was flipping her over on her back now, raising her feet up, up until her knees
nearly touched her jiggling tits. She was wide open, her bare feet touching his
shoulders. She could see his handsome face streaked with perspiration. Closing her
eyes, Rhona moaned, arching her back and wallowing her shoulderblades against the
mattress as her nephew inserted his big cock once more.
He lowered his head, covering her right nipple with his sucking lips. Rhona wallowed
up against the biting, licking wonder of his touch. She felt the hot spit trickling down
her side, heard him smacking hungrily, sucking with a passion she'd only dreamed
some men had.
Now his cock was entering, tunneling its way down, then slipping back. Rhona bit
blood from her lip, whined like a puppy through her nose. Oh God, how she loved
feeling wanted, desired once more. Every muscle in her body was tensed, waiting for
her pussy to spasm. And it was going to be a big climax! Rhona could tell that. After all
these years without fucking, she could tell she was going to have one hell of a climax!
"Unghh!"
Rhona babbled and jerked her body, feeling the quivering excitement rush along every
nerve ending of her body. Groaning Paul's name, she worked her hips in a building
tempo of fucking. The juice seemed to erupt from her cunt and she felt it leaking down
her ass. Pussy juice drooled between her asscheeks, wetting the sheet under her. With
another series of cries, Rhona ground her hips around wildly, panting and gasping like
a strangling woman. She was going to cum, going to cut loose. It was going to be so
good!
"Paul, Paul!"
She dug her nails against her palms, opened her mouth for him to kiss. Paul obliged his
aunt, kissing her hard and wetly, wiggling his tongue against hers in a dance of wild
lust.
When Paul held his cock just inside her cunt, Rhona felt her body quiver in a way she
hadn't felt since her husband died. Her ass was just hanging there and trembling,
waiting for that prick to plunge in. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the
other. Her clit was swollen and hot. It pulsed with a raging tickle that jolted cries from
her throat. "Ooohohooh!"
Rhona's thighs were smeared with her own pussy juices. The wild storm of delight was
there... just out of reach. She could almost touch it, see it! Rhona strained every inch of
her body reaching for it.
And then it happened! It really happened. With crazy, yelping fits of delight the woman
felt the excruciating flames of joy engulf her cunt. That fire, it was her nephew Paul!
Oh yes, yes, he was the one who had liberated her finally, saved her from that animal,
from her life of emptiness.
"Cummmmmm!"
Rhona heard Paul crying out, felt him jerking above her. He was filling her cunt with
his jizz. She felt his cock jerking and twitching inside her body while bursts of cum
splashed into her pussy.
"FUCK!" he cried, burying his face in the pillow and humping his muscular thighs hard
against Rhona's hips.
Kissing her nepew with the greatest passion she had ever known, Rhona sucked at his
tongue and came and came and came.
When it was over, she lay back exhausted. Yes, she had thrown it all away. But what
was "it"? Her empty life, her existence as a vegetable? Yes, that was gone. And what lay
in store for her? Rhona didn't know. But she did know that she wasn't about to resume
her life as a wallflower. No, Allison and her neighbors and friends would just have to
realize that. Life was a gamble and she was back at the table, chips in hand.
"That was good fucking, Rhona," Paul sighed, kissing her on the throat.
"Thank you. Maybe we can go at it again later," she said, giggling like a teenager. Paul
kissed her hard, smoothing his fingers over her tits, her cunt. It was so good to feel
young and sexy again...
Some miles away Allison was wiping cum from her chin, sliding closer to Hank. They
were lying close together outside in a field near Griffith Park, a blanket under them
providing some protection. Above, the stars twinkled brightly.
"I never thought about,doing something like that... I mean, doing... what did you call
it? Sixty-nining? Ohhh, that was good, especially when you put your tongue up my
cunt while I sucked you off!"
How weird! She was talking so matter-of-factly about these strange sexual acts now.
And only a few days ago... But she wasn't going to think of that now. No, it was so
good doing this, so good having Hank telling her what to do, showing her all the fine
points about fucking.
"Yeah, it's nice. Doesn't beat fucking, but it's a nice change," Hank said.
Allison giggled, draping one naked leg over his, rubbing it back and forth to feel the
hairiness of his thighs.
"But we have all night... sort of," she said, kissing him lightly.
"Yeah. Too bad I have to get you home early. But your mom..."
"Don't let's talk about that now." Allison smothered him with her kisses, images of her
mother fading from her mind. No, her mother would never guess what was happening.
She was just too square, too much in her own shallow life to think about sex, about
fucking. Too bad. She was missing so much.


THE END
