A DOG FOR MOM
By Paul Gable


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the
girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Donna Phillips is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within
her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting
only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
A DOG FOR MOM is a fictional story about a restless society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

That itch! That damned, hot itch! Why did it seem to get worse in the evening. She was
a grown woman, a mature woman with a teenaged daughter running about town. Why
couldn't she control her emotions? Why couldn't she stop that tingle in her cunt that
was sapping all her strength, her will!
Running her fingers through her long blonde hair, Donna Phillips went to the liquor
cabinet and made herself another drink.
Maybe she wouldn't put so much Scotch in it this time. Her daughter would be coming
home soon from that party. There would be another confrontation. They were always
having confrontations, she and Nancy. It wasn't that way in the past. Only in the last
few years had she noticed a wall building between them, a wall she couldn't scale.
Donna felt overwhelmed by problems. After her husband Jeff had walked out three
years ago, the attractive blonde felt her world falling to pieces. Thank God, for a large
bank account she had managed to wrestle away from her philandering husband. It had
kept her and Nancy alive until that sonofabitch was killed in a car crash with his blowsy
whore. The resulting insurance and company pension plan kept her and her daughter
in a relative comfortable life style without forcing them to work.
But that brush with emotional trauma had left its scar on her. Donna looked at all men
now with a jaundiced eye.
She stopped her train of thought for a moment, leaning against the bar and pressing the
ice-cold glass against her forehead. Her cunt was throbbing now, pulsing like some sort
of festering wound. That sensation – how strong, how overwhelming it seemed! It
began along her thighs, a small electric shock, travelling up to her cunt, making her clit
pop out from around the surrounding moist flesh. All her nerve-endings stood up on
end. That warmth spread up to her belly, to her tits, to her buttocks. And that sensation
was getting worse and worse every day.
"Ummmmmm!" Donna sighed, tilting the glass and swallowing another gulp of the
burning liquor.
Good old Scotch. That was the only thing that made her lose her grip on reality. It
dulled the desire forming between her legs until Donna nearly forgot about men, about
what they could do that made a woman feel so good.
For the first few years of their marriage, Jeff had been a good husband and a fine father.
And in bed! Closing her eyes, Donna remembered how he kissed her tits while playing
with her cunt. He touched her all over with his fingers and mouth, drawing his tongue
over her pussy like some damned dog, then moving up and slipping his fat cock into
her cunt!
"God!" Donna looked down and found her hand shaking. There were those years later,
years when Jeff didn't come home until late, and always using the flimsiest of stories to
excuse himself. And then there was that terrible night, the night she had discovered he
had been seeing a nineteen-year-old! How that news had nearly knocked her off her
feet!
In the end she had managed to get it all – the bank account, the house, the insurance,
his daughter. Everything except the thing she wanted most – a man to satisfy her
desires.
"Ohhhh..." Donna closed her eyes until the tickling, burning itch had faded some.
Her cunt felt hot, very, very moist. When she moved her legs slightly, the velvety
surfaces of her cuntlips rubbed together and more hot juice seeped out. This was the
worst it had been in a long time – maybe the worst ever. She realized she was thinking
of the whole thing like it was some kind of attack. Donna laughed, shaking her head
slowly from side to side. Yes, it was an attack in a way. An attack of horniness. She
hadn't been to bed with a man in three years – not since her husband had been killed.
And Donna didn't plan to change that plan either. With her daughter around it was
just too... complicated, too embarrassing.
And what if she were to arrange something? What could she get at her age? It would be
some junior exec on the make, or some middle-aged gigolo with gold chains around his
neck, his belly protruding from under his T-shirt looking for a little strange pussy.
Sighing again, the attractive blonde walked away from the large fireplace, tapping the
tip of her glass rhythmically with one finger.
"If only I weren't so proud!"
She thought of sneaking away to some of those singles bars. Once she had even peeped
in. All that loud disco music, all those people smoking, shouting at one another. She
couldn't imagine herself sitting there on one of those stools, drink poised in hand,
waiting for some stud to come over and put the make on her. She wasn't some street
slut, like the one her husband had picked up.
Donna shook the idea from her mind, taking another drink, then glancing down at her
wristwatch. Nancy was going to be late again. Donna just knew it. Nancy had just
turned sixteen and was turning into a beautiful woman. She could see the same
rebelliousness, the same stiff-necked attitude that had forced her into Jeff's arms just to
get away from home.
There were nights Donna lay awake in bed, wondering what awful thing her daughter
was involved in at school. Sex? Drugs? Alcohol? She had watched all those television
specials showing teenagers doing everything from gang warfare to selling drugs to
prostitution. Donna had always wanted to keep an open dialogue between her and her
daughter. But lately something had dropped between them, a gauzy curtain that cut off
their former easy communication.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. She had asked the Mitchell boy to come
over sometime in the evening to talk about putting in a vacuum pump in the basement.
The spring rains had brought in so much water the place smelled like a museum going
bad. Plumbers cost so much, and the Mitchell boy was clever enough. His mother kept
bragging about how well he was doing in school, how he was learning all about pumps
and that nonsense.
Putting her drink down, Donna made her way to the door.
"Ohhh, a little tipsy," she said, giggling, then forcing herself to straighten up.
She couldn't present herself as the neighborhood drunk. The neighbors were probably
chattering away like mad about her anyway, watching from behind drawn curtains,
ready to spring like cats on her the moment some strange man drives up.
"Oh!" With her hand on the doorknob, she suddenly felt something warm and furry
brush up against her right leg. Bodego! "No, down!"
Bodego was a three-year-old Airedale, a beautiful dark-brown dog she had bought just
before Jeff announced his departure. He had been friend, companion, protector when
she had felt so terribly helpless in those days.
"It's all right, Bodego," Donna said, scratching the panting animal behind the ears, then
pulling him from the door by the collar. "Hi, Mrs. Phillips!"
Danny Mitchell. He was nineteen, tall, handsome, with long straight black hair that
hung rakishly over one eye. And yet there was that sense of innocence about him that
touched her. For a while Donna had been concerned that something would happen
between her daughter and Danny. But Nancy didn't seem particularly interested in the
boy, and Danny had always had his head buried in repair books or was tinkering with
his father in the garage. Especially in the years following Jeff's death, Donna felt herself
growing more uncomfortable around Danny, wondering what kind of girl he was
dating. Those kind of thoughts were wrong and she knew it.
"Hello, Danny. Come in."
She felt dizzy. Donna wished she had remembered about the visit before having started
on her drinking. It was only eight-thirty. What if he told his parents about the state he
found her in. The neighborhood would be gossiping like mad the next day. Donna
made an effort, forcing herself to be calm, straight. She just wouldn't talk much.
"My mom told me something about a pump. You wanna have it installed?"
"Uh, yes, downstairs. We've been having problems with the draining. Flooding after a
rain," Donna said, feeling a little uneasy under the boy's stare.
It was only her imagination, she was sure of it. But for a moment Donna thought he
was staring at her in a certain way, the way Jeff used to stare at her before they were
married.
"Can I take a look at it?" Danny asked, glancing quickly at her drink, then turning
away.
He knows, she thought, her heart quickening.
"Of course, this way."
Donna led the way, feeling the boy's eyes on her. She heard of stories of neighbor boys
seducing the woman next door, having a ball. There were rumors of how women her
age came into the peak of their lust and needed someone vital, someone young to
match their sexual enthusiasm.
"Down, Bodego!" Donna snapped, swatting the animal across the head as he rubbed
against her thighs again.
And that dog! He was acting so strangely lately, sniffing around her, rubbing that curly
coat of his against her legs at the most embarrassing times. The animal whined, backing
down and trotting back to the kitchen.
"Down here. Why don't you look around?" she said, opening the basement door for
Danny. The basement was too dark down there, too close, too... intimate! Donna
sensed that something might happen, especially considering that some of her defenses
were worn down.
"Well, it'd be better if you showed me where you wanted the work done, Mrs. Phillips,"
Danny said, jamming his hands in his Levi's and rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Yes, I guess so."
That itch was back again, worse than before. She could hardly catch her breath. Her
breathing was shallow and hot. She felt shakier than usual, not herself at all.
"Down here."
The musty smell of the basement made her wrinkle her face in disgust. But she soon
forgot about that smell as she climbed down the stairs. The friction of her cuntlips over
the swollen nut of her clit as she descended the stairs made her pause, close her fingers
tightly on the handrail and fight for breath.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Phillips?"
"Uh, no, no, Danny. I thought the step here might be a little, well, loose. Perhaps you
could look at it later on," Donna gasped, regaining her composure and continuing
down the stairs. She was close, close to an orgasm.
"Over there, just behind the furnace," she said, pointing to an area some ten feet in
front of her.
Danny smiled and moved quickly to the indicated area.
No, he doesn't suspect, she thought with relief. How would that look anyway? Donna
Phillips, her arms stretched out, snaring every young boy in the neighborhood,
dragging them to her bed! Wouldn't that raise the eyebrows of everyone in the
neighborhood! She smiled. It would serve them right, serve them right for snubbing
her, for telling all those filthy lies about her and her daughter. What would they think if
their sons and husbands were found rolling out from under her sheets? The thought
amused her.
"I don't think there's any problem, Mrs. Phillips. I'll get a pump tomorrow. Should cost
about two hundred or so, I think," Danny said thoughtfully, his mind whirling around
figures and facts.
"Fine, fine."
He was so handsome, so vital. She could see his washboard stomach through that tight,
white cotton T-shirt he was wearing. Why were the kids wearing such tight-fitting
clothes today?
Danny stood there, his ass pressing out against his Levi's, his cock... but there was that
awful thought again. There was sex rearing its head. Never again. Never again would
she have a man in her bed!
"Well, I'll be getting back home. Tell Nancy I said hi."
Donna could hardly breathe. It was all she could do to follow him back upstairs, escort
him back through the living room and out the door.
Twisting the lock shut, she leaned heavily against the door, her eyes closed, her chest
rising and falling rapidly. Her tits swelled in her bra, the nipples scratching
maddeningly against the stiff halter material. And her cunt! It was dripping wet,
dampening the nylon crotch panel of her panties, making the material cling
uncomfortably to her pussylips.
Sex! Fucking! Sucking! She thought she had all those thoughts under control. And yet,
she couldn't drive them from her mind. Danny had brought back all those memories.
Just having him near her made her think about the good years with Jeff, those nights
when they tossed and wrestled long into the early morning hours, their bodies grinding
against one another. Damn that stupid mid-life crisis! It had ruined her marriage, her
life!
"Oh, Bodego, not now!" she said impatiently, gently kicking the animal away from her.
"You've been fed already."
The big dog whimpered, backing down again, tilting his head up and studying his
mistress.
Donna got a grip on herself and pushed away from the door. More Scotch. Her
daughter would probably find her waxed on booze again tonight. Maybe that was part
of their problem. Her drinking. But how else could she pass through those lonely
nights? How could she sit there in front of the stupid television, watching those inane
shows while her daughter was out on the streets? And sitting there, knowing in the
back of her mind that she was letting life pass her by. The thought was too depressing.
"More beautiful Scotch!" she murmured.
Sauntering up to the bar, Donna poured another drink, this one more powerful than
the other.
Bodego followed, his stubby tail wagging back and forth rapidly. She had just popped
the cap back on the bottle and was about to take a long drink when she felt him
rubbing against her legs again.
"No!" Donna shouted, slapping downward.
But Bodego was quick, ducking back, then he braced his paws wide apart near the bar
stool. Donna watched the reaction, feeling something was different. The dog was
moving around strangely. A warning signal went up in her mind. Gripping the glass,
Donna studied the dog carefully, her eyes narrowing.
"What do you want, Bodego?"
The dog barked twice, his tail wagging faster than before.
Shaking her head, the attractive blonde took another drink then began walking toward
the couch. Bodego followed, bumping his nose between her moving thighs. He touched
the underside of her cuntal mound!
"Oh!" she gasped.
She jerked forward, some of her drink splashing over her fingers! God in heaven, what
was that damned dog doing to her?


Chapter 2

"You... you don't know what you're doing, Bodego!" she cried.
The big animal circled around her, making a muted growling noise. Something was
different about him, terribly different.
When he tried shoving his snout against her again, Donna wheeled around, kicking
him harder in the chest.
"OH!"
The dog growled louder, sending shivers of fear rushing up and down her spine. She
had seen the Airedale attacking a man one time there in the drive. His fur had stood up
on end while saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. She had seen him snapping
that double row of criss-crossed fangs at the would-be intruder, scaring the pants off
that man. Now he was turning on her, threatening her with those same killer fangs.
Trembling, Donna shrank away from the approaching dog. "No!"
Her drink fell from her hands, the ice cubes scattering across the carpet.
"Bad dog, bad Bodego!" she cried, drawing her legs together.
But the animal wasn't paying attention to her commands. Donna could see that, could
sense that. There was something different about his attitude, something that told her
the role of master and pet had been somehow rearranged.
"Get... get away from me," she said, her voice betraying the panic she felt.
Donna began to run from the bar stool. Her right foot accidentally hooked around one
of the legs of the chair. Stumbling forward, she stretched her arms out in front of her to
break the fall. Donna tumbled to the floor, her head striking the edge of the sofa. She
lay there dazed, moaning, while her skirt stayed hiked up around her waist.
She felt something, something terribly cold nosing around the backs of her thighs,
edging up around her ass. An image of Jeff flashed through her mind. She smiled
dreamily. But no! Jeff was gone, long gone. There was no one in the house now except
her and... and the dog!
"Stop it!" Donna screamed.
She swatted back at the animal, digging her knees into the carpet, trying to pull herself
up off the floor. But Bodego realized she was helpless in that position and did all he
could to keep her there. She felt his sharp paws, the claws digging into bare flesh.
Crying out in terror, Donna dragged her body forward, bumping her forehead against
the sofa again.
"No, oh no, this is impossible!" she panted, closing her eyes and shaking her head
violently from side to side. "Ughhh!"
The world seemed to be falling apart for her. That awful animal, that terrible dog was
pursuing her like a jackal after meat. He was after meat – cuntmeat, hot, juicy
cuntmeat!
Donna shivered, thinking about what was happening. A dog! She was being attacked by
her own dog!
"Get away! Away!" she shrieked, twisting her head around and screaming at the animal.
Bodego paused for a second, his ears pricking up at the shrill sound of her voice.
"Horrible, horrible," she gasped.
It was horrible, terrible – in the eyes of society. Yet something was responding inside
her, something that took her breath away. All those years of deprivation, all those
months of denying herself the pleasure of men, were taking their toll now.
As she lay on the carpet, her legs spread out, her head resting on the edge of one
cushion, Donna felt her cunt running with hot juice, the lips aching to be touched by
anything, even the tongue of her pet.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She curled her fingers, clawing at the carpet, making soft muted sounds like a wounded
animal. She could smell herself now, smell the muskiness of her aroused cunt. And
Donna knew the animal could smell her too.
She had heard stories, dirty, terrible, filthy stories about women who did this sort of
thing. During the last years of her marriage, she remembered overhearing Jeff telling
stories about some places in Mexico where women did things with dogs, even donkeys!
And someone – she forgot who – told her of a place where waitresses made extra
money putting on doggie shows in some private club.
And yet she was turning onto this horror, finding herself the center of that horrible
joke about women and dogs. "Oh!"
He was nosing her again, pushing up her skirt a little farther with his furry snout.
Donna trembled, her flesh crawling as she felt his breath panting against the backs of
her legs. Her knees jerked while she rubbed her thighs from side to side against the
floor. Awful, terrible! And yet she couldn't tear herself away from the animal!
"Stop it... oh God, stop if!"
Donna's mind was whirling around. How she hated the dog, loathed him for bringing
out this terrible trait in her. She couldn't help herself for hating him even though deep
in her heart Donna knew it wasn't the Airedale's fault.
"No, oh no, get away... away from me. You don't know what you're... uhhhh... what
you're doing!"
In a way she knew he was superior to her. Nothing stood in his way. Bodego didn't
have any hangups about sex, about taking care of his basic needs. She was the one who
held him off, who struggled with herself, who denied herself the men and their cocks
that could take care of those terrible dreams she was having at night.
"Ooooohhhh!"
Donna felt her dress sliding up a little farther. She felt his tongue, that powerful tongue,
as it peeled her cuntlips apart. Her knees jerked outward like those of a frog. How
delicious it was to feel the spit-soaked nylon being pushed to one side, stretched with
wetness.
The Airedale growled low in his throat, bracing his paws on the carpet as he pressed up
and in.
"Nooo!" Donna's head shook.
She bit blood from the bottom of her lip. What was she doing? Everything told her that
she should be getting up, swatting back at the animal, kicking him away. She should
run upstairs and lock her bedroom door, calling the police, someone who could take
care of the dog for her.
But instead, Donna lay there, wriggling on the floor, feeling the strange itchy heat
spreading to all parts of her body.
The dog's tongue touched all the magic spots, those places in her pussy that her
husband knew so well and touched whenever he could!
"Oooooohhhh!"
Closing her eyes again, Donna thought of the young boy next door. Danny! How
strangely he had looked at her – or so she thought. Perhaps it was the liquor, her own
desire to be wanted. Everything was so confused, so mixed up in her brain.
"Mmmmmm..."
And there was Bodego, that wonderful dog touching her all over the place now. A dog,
a goddamned dog. Nothing seemed real any more. Nothing was making sense. The
neighbor boy, the dog, her daughter, the party. Thoughts, half-images drifted through
her mind while the animal panted heavily against the backs of her thighs.
"Oh God!" she gasped.
Those vulgar jokes about women and dogs came back to her a second time, cruelly
mocking her. She groaned, twisting her body like a snake. The dog was pressing against
her harder, shoving that cold snout against the bottom curves of her asscheeks.
Donna felt her asscheeks tighten, relax, then tighten again. She couldn't pull away from
Bodego, couldn't seem to make him stop. There was something inside her, something
that made her want to stick this thing out, see what else was going to happen. She
wanted to go all the way.
The dog was growling again – that smothered growl, the one that made her arch her
back, made her flesh crawl along her crotch.
Dragging herself forward, Donna twisted her body around, propping herself up on her
elbows and watching the dog as he followed her. Her cunt ached from the tension of
lust she had felt for the past week. And now there was this sudden, wet, licking attack
from the dog.
"God, oh God, don't let Nancy find out," she whispered.
Something like this would surely doom their relationship. What would her daughter
think? A mother who ran after young men, then turned around and spread her legs
open for the family pet? Donna clamped her hands over her ears, already hearing
derisive laughter, seeing pointing fingers.
"Stop, stop!"
Her words still had no effect on the dog. Again she thought about kicking Bodego
away. But things had gone too far. They were out of hand. There was no way she could
stop the animal from licking her now. Donna could tell the Airedale was too excited to
listen to her commands.
"Ooooohhh... please, no..."
The dog's tongue slipped higher and higher along the insides of her thighs. Why was it
so overwhelming? Why couldn't she simply crawl away from him, knock him away
from her cunt? It seemed easy enough. Surely he wouldn't attack her. Or would he?
This was a new Bodego, one she had never seen before. Perhaps he would... then the
thought of having his fangs tearing at her throat terrified her. Perhaps she had little
choice in this matter.
Bodego was trying to reach her wet panties again. His tongue stretched, brushing
constantly against that wet narrow band of nylon covering her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh...yes, yes, yes!"
Donna was twisting her body faster and faster, moving her hips forward for the animal.
It was unbelievable! How she turned on to this horror! How she loved feeling her pet's
nose against her thighs, his tongue brushing up and down her flesh, his paws touching
the bottoms of her taut asscheeks.
"God!" Donna gasped.
Now his tongue was brushing over her inner cuntlips, forcing them wide apart. The
room began to spin around, almost making her sick with dizziness.
In a little while she might even wake up and... but of course it wasn't a dream. Who
was she trying to fool? The touch and smell were all too real.
Rousing herself once more, Donna caught his head in her hands and started pushing
him away. She still had time. There was still time for her to shove him away from her
cunt, to save her pride, her self-respect, her reputation.
But then there came that awful growl again, that rumbling from his chest that told her
she was doing something she shouldn't. Fearfully Donna dropped her hands and lay
back, giving herself up to the dog.
"You can't, you just can't!" But there he was, wedged between her white, shivering legs,
his tongue sloshing up and down, drawing such unbelievable sensations from her pussy.
And she was wallowing on the floor, unable to control the beast. "Ughhhhh!" she
groaned. He was biting her! He was biting her, sinking those awful teeth in her thigh.
Donna gasped, her eyes widening. She tried crawling backward, her head snapping
from side to side. That biting, that wild sensation of her muscles and tendons
separating under the pressure of Bodego's fangs was a pleasure not to be believed! She
thrashed madly on the carpet, her legs hitting the sofa, then the coffee table, sending
the candy dish tumbling to the floor.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Donna sucked in another ragged breath.
Bodego let her go for a second, then bit a little higher on her thigh. He was so close, so
close to her cunt. Soon he'd be doing that to her pussymeat, touching her cunt with
those horrible teeth.
"Please, Bodego," she moaned.
Her heart was racing. For a moment she thought it was going to burst! She dug her
fingernails into the carpet, clawing at the piling, feeling her cunt swelling, itching, ready
to explode. It had been so long since something like that had happened to her. Jeff had
been good at that! He had managed to make her cum fast or slow, hard or gently. This
was going to be a hard cum! Donna could feel the pressure building up between her
thighs, and it was tremendous! "Ughhhh!"
And that tongue! That wonderfully, sloppy tongue licking up and down her nylon
panties! He was pushing the spit-soaked material into her cunthole, shoving it against
all those slick bumps and hollows of her pussy.
"Ugh!" she gasped.
Bodego was pushing her thighs farther apart. Donna lay back, letting it happen. She
wanted it, wanted it badly.
She sobbed, rolling to her side and drawing her knees up to her tits. The sloppy nylon
crotch panel twisted, pulling into a rope that fell to the side. Her cuntlips were now
completely exposed. Seeing this, the dog grunted with excitement and twisted his head
around, going for the bared, hot meat of her pussy.
The dog seemed more crazed than ever before. He shoved his claws against her thighs,
scratching the sensitive flesh, leaving long red marks on her legs. How good it was to
feel his furry snout moving up and down against her slick cuntal folds! She could see
that her juice was wetting the short fur around his mouth.
Donna watched as Bodego settled between her shaking legs and fed, sticking his tongue
in, curling it around her cuntmeat until she thought she was going to lose her mind!
"Ohhhh... God, God, Bodego, you're going to... oh, you're going to make... make me
cummmmm!"
She closed her eyes, feeling the room spinning around her. Was it the liquor? Her own
arousal? The dog's growing excitement? She couldn't tell. All the confused woman
knew was that she was teetering on the brink of a tremendous orgasm! Every muscle in
her body cramped, getting ready for her first big blowout in a long time.
"Ooooh!" Donna cried out loudly, pushing one leg up, fanning out her toes until they
cramped.
The maddening trickle was getting worse and worse. She was building steadily, rapidly
toward a cum. That lusty rub of the dog's tongue was doing it all. And how lovely it
was! Dropping back down to the floor, Donna found herself wallowing her shoulder
blades against the carpeting, rubbing her thighs back and forth, feeling that rush of hot
flashes through her cunt that meant only one thing.
"Yyyaygghhhhh!" she screamed.
Donna's face was a mask of pain and pleasure while her legs beat against the carpeting.
Crying out loudly, beating her fists against the floor, she spread out her fingers and
drew them over her belly, pushing them down, down to her cunt. She could feel the
wiry cunthairs tickling the sensitive flesh just under her nails. Her pussy was soaked,
wet with her juices, slicked with the dog's saliva!
"Cummmmmrn!'' she groaned.
She was pitching around like a wild woman, flames of incredible goodness rushing up
and down her thighs, licking at her clit the way Bodego was. She could feel the dog
drape his paws over her legs, trying to keep her down. But chains couldn't have kept
her still. She had to move, to flow with the feeling that swept over her.
A firestorm encased her body, sending slivers of delicious agony shooting through her
brain. Cumming! Climax! All the words raced through her mind while the dog
whimpered and clawed at her cunt. In a raging inferno, whirling around like a bonfire,
her mind filled with images she didn't dare think of later on as the dog's tongue kept
licking and slicking down her cunt.


Chapter 3

"Ohhh, you surprised me!"
Nancy was walking up the long curved walk in front of her home. She stopped several
feet in front of the long covered porch, one hand to her throat while her eyes were wide
with surprise. There from behind one of the two oaks in front of the house stood
Danny Mitchell, the neighbor boy.
Danny smiled. "Yeah? Sorry. I was just out lookin' at the stars. Nice night."
Nancy folded her arms in front of her and tilted back her head. Yes, it was a beautiful
night, a night she wished she had someone with her. She and her girlfriends had been
giggling about guys all night-talking about how they were built, about the way they
fucked. She knew her mother would have had an absolute fit if she knew what they
were yacking about.
Tonight she and the others had sat around drinking cokes, giggling, and there was
nothing she could add to the conversation. She had seen Patty Granger's pitying glance
because she knew Nancy wasn't allowed to date, go out with a guy for a long time. And
that stuck-up Marcie Hannover. She kept talking about her boyfriend, about how big
he was. Some of the girls didn't believe Marcie. But there was that certain look in her
eye that Nancy caught. She knew Marcie had been laid, and laid good!
"At a party or something?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"Stopped off at your mom's. She wants me to do some work in the basement. It looks
pretty easy," Danny said, bracing himself against the tree.
He was looking pretty sexy tonight with his shirt opened to the waist. She had seen
Danny several times, of course. But he always seemed so busy with his electronic
studies and all that other stuff.
As she stood there talking to him, Nancy felt her heart begin to quicken. All that talk
about guys, about how they fucked and did other things made her cunt tighten and
start to grow damp. Nancy shifted position, feeling her cuntlips rubbing together.
"Oh, that's good. It's probably about the basement," Nancy said, shrugging.
She glanced over her shoulder. Yes, her mother was still up, waiting for her. She could
see the light on in the window upstairs. She sighed, brushing back her long blonde hair.
Well, her mom could wait a few minutes longer.
"You've got one hell of a big house, Nancy. It's real nice inside."
Nancy felt his body heat – or thought she could.
"It's okay," Nancy replied. "Maybe a little too big."
He was moving closer, pretending to be examining the front of the house. She knew
she should be stepping back, avoiding him. But instead she stood her ground, feeling
her body sway back and forth, feeling a little dizzy.
It was all that talk about guys, about fucking and sucking, that made her hot, her flesh
feeling all itchy and prickly while her tits and cunt swelled. Nancy found herself
panting.
The night air, even though cool, now seemed hot and muggy! "Oh!" she gasped.
Danny touched her fingers, wrapping his hand around her wrist. She waited, holding
her breath, her pulse racing madly through her body. She felt her defenses being torn
down, crumbling under his stare, under her own hot curiosity.
"Nancy..."
The way he pronounced her name sent shivers racing up and down her spine. She felt
disoriented, not knowing what was up or down as he drew closer to her, put one hand
under her chin and tilted her head back. He was going to kiss her! It had only been
once or twice when a guy kissed her. And Nancy hadn't particularly felt anything. Now
the blonde teen knew she was going to feel plenty.
Already her mind was going blank, her blood racing about, while her cunt puckered
and tightened with excitement. Somewhere between her young virgin pussy and her
belly a whirling ball of sexual hunger was growing, getting bigger, more tightly packed.
"Ummmmm..." she moaned.
The touch of his lips sent fires of delight racing through her. Leaning against him,
standing on her toes and pressing against his chest and belly, she could feel something
very warm and stiff pressing against her thigh. It was the hard swell of his cock. A cock!
Hot and hard and thick, ready for her. It was incredible!
Crying out, Nancy pushed back, covering her mouth quickly, afraid her cries might
arouse her mother's curiosity.
Danny looked up at the lighted window, then back at Nancy.
"That was nice," he said, smoothing his fingers over her burning cheeks.
He was much older than she was, more experienced. There was that air of cocky self
assurance, of sexiness, that made her pant even harder with anticipation.
"Danny, maybe we'd better... you know, not do anything more. I... I don't know..."
He caught her head in both hands, pressing his fingers gently against the sides of her
skull.
"You're ready, Nancy, really ready. I've been watchin' you for a while, for the past few
weeks," Danny said, his voice growing strained.
He kept rubbing his hard prick back and forth against her thigh. There was his look of
intensity that made her shiver.
"I... don't understand," she gasped.
Danny laughed, dropping his hands to her slender shoulders. "Sure you do. Come on.
Let's go back here, I've got something to show you."
Nancy moved as if in a dream, her hand taken by Danny. They ducked down and
tiptoed through the garden, sliding along beside her house then over the low fence to
his yard. Every window in his house was dark.
"Your folks asleep?" Nancy asked, her nervousness making her hands shiver and grow
icy.
"Yeah. They go to bed early. Can't even stay up for Johnny Carson."
He was leading her to the garage, around to the side.
"Where... where are you taking me?"
He dropped her hand, reaching around one side and opening the door before her.
"Let's go inside. It's warmer."
Nancy couldn't say no even though she knew she should have. She stepped in the dark
space, turned around, and found herself standing next to him.
As the door thudded softly shut, Danny slipped his arms around her and drew her
tightly against him. In a wild moment Nancy gave her mouth to him, opening it more
than she had ever done before. The daring of it, the touch of his tongue as it probed
deeper and deeper made ripples of warmth course over her flesh.
Just when he was pulling her tighter, she moved away, gasping for breath.
"You want something, right?" Danny said, his lips curling up into an ironic smile.
"I don't know. I don't know what I want," she answered nervously.
"Sure you do, and you're gonna get it, right here."
"Touch me, Nancy. Touch me there."
When she hesitated, Danny reached down and grabbed her hands, moving her fingers
over to the big bulge between his legs.
She could tell his cock was very, very hard. He was making her do more than she
dared. Danny wanted to manipulate her, make her go as far as she could and then
some. Nancy could tell that, tell that from the way he stared at her, from the way he
was moving her around until she didn't seem to have a will of her own.
"No, Danny, it's not right. We live next door and... and it's just not right!"
But she didn't struggle or resist.
Nancy found herself opening her fingers, pressing against the bulge of his cock. Danny
groaned, nuzzling wildly in her hair, moaning something unintelligible. It was so mixed
up, so exciting!
Twisting her head around, Nancy sucked in another breath, trying to keep her lungs
filled. But it was so hard! Her chest tightened while her throat was growing dry!
"Oooohh..." she sighed. "Yeah, you want it bad, really bad." Nancy groaned.
"Kiss me again, Nancy, oh yeah, kiss me again."
Daringly Nancy squeezed the lump in Danny's pants, letting him wet the sides of her
neck with his lips and tongue. She wanted to feel that warm, wet sensation all over her
body. She shivered, thinking what it would be like to have him licking her all over,
even touching her young fuzzy cunt with his mouth, his tongue! Those thoughts were
terrible! And yet Nancy couldn't stop them from rising and taking over her mind.
"Ummmmm..." she groaned.
Danny was sliding one hand up under her blouse. She felt him work a button loose,
then another. Here in this musky garage, right under her mother's nose, she was letting
him undress her.
Opening her eyes, Nancy stared out a dirty window toward her home. She could make
out the light filtering from her mother's room. Nancy almost laughed. If only her
mother had X-ray vision. She would have caught sight of something that would have
given her a stroke!
"Ohhhhhh!" She couldn't resist Danny. It was impossible. It would have been like
stopping a tidal wave with a dam of straw!
"Jesus, Nancy, if I'd known you wanted fuckin' this bad..."
"No, I don't... I don't know what I want... I... ooooohhhhhh, God!"
He was opening her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt, then fumbling with her bra. In a
moment she felt the halter straps of her bra slipping off her shoulders, sliding down,
down, until they were away from her body. Her big, high-riding, pink-nippled tits were
firm, rising and falling with the rapid breathing that plagued her.
Danny stood back for a moment, catching sight of her tits in the filtered moonlight.
"Damn! I always thought you had the best tits in town."
Nancy let out a shuddering breath. She felt his tongue back on her throat, then sliding
down toward her tits. How itchy and hot her tit tips were! Shameless as it might sound,
she was hoping he would suck her tits, touch them with his tongue. Marcie and Patty
had told her how good it was to feel a guy's mouth on their tits. Now Nancy believed
them. God, God, let him do it, let him touch me... there! "Ughhhh!" she gasped. Nancy
went limp.
He cupped his lips around one nipple and sucked hard while flipping his tongue over
the hard, rubbery tip.
"Ohhhh shit, shit," Danny moaned. Nancy thought she was going to pass out from the
growing excitement. She was leaning back, the garage spinning around and around in
front of her eyes. She couldn't seem to catch her breath while Danny was tonguing her
tits, milking them with his strong hands while sucking first one hard nipple, then the
other.
When she felt him drawing one of her nipples between his teeth and sucking hard, she
let out a loud groan. Her knees buckled and she fell into his arms.
"Yeah, you're right, not here. It's gettin' really rough now, real rough," he whispered,
gathering her up in his arms and moving around one of the cars parked in the garage.
Nancy felt as if she were drifting about in a dream. She was all warm and fuzzy.
"I want you bad... real bad," he said, setting her down near a dusty old sofa bed. It was
covered with a sheet.
"But... I don't know... I mean, I'm scared and..." Her skirt came off in his hands. Nancy
shuddered, feeling the skirt puddle around her ankles. Naked. She was naked except for
her paper-thin panties. Never before had she been naked in front of a guy! And now
there he was, playing with her, threatening to fuck her. And how she wanted something
like that to happen.
"Oh yesss..."He was hissing through his teeth like a snake, his fingers catching the
elastic waistband of her panties.
"Leave them on... please..." Nancy whispered.
"But..." Danny started to protest, then stopped, moving her hands to his zipper and
forcing her to open them.
Her fingers trembled. She hesitated an inch from his shorts after having pulled down
the zipper tab. Nancy could feel the hot rush of air from his crotch. He was aroused. It
was like a blast furnace in there! And to think she was the cause of all that heat. It
made her feel proud and excited and frightened, all at the same time.
"Okay, I'll do it," Danny said, sensing her initial reluctance.
The Levi's went down.
Nancy closed her eyes after she saw him stepping from them and straighten up,
pushing his fingers under his shorts. She couldn't watch, simply couldn't.
She heard the quick rub of the cotton over his thighs. Naked! He was stripping,
becoming more naked than she! And then... then something very warm and very hot
touched her body.
Nancy shrank away, shivering. She knew what it was. The thought of a man's cock so
close to her, touching her, made her jump.
"I can't go through with it, Danny, I just can't," she said, starting to turn away.
"No, you don't," he said, his voice tight, threatening. "You don't excite me like this and
expect to walk away. I came here for something, and I'm gonna get it."
It was too much. Nancy wanted to scream, but something inside her kept her quiet.
She stood there, her eyes wide, unblinking, as she stared at that fat prick sticking
straight out from his groin.
"It's so... big," she whispered fearfully.
His cock was huge, bigger than anything she'd ever seen in those dumb sex-education
books at school. She guessed his cock was probably bigger than that stupid boyfriend's
of Marcie's. And he was going to stick it in her?
Nancy gulped, backing away another foot. He had to be crazy. Her pussy would split
wide open with that thing in her.
"No, no, I won't... won't have that thing in me!"
"Come on." Danny smiled.
He drew closer again, kissing her hard, laying her on the sofa and then crawling on top
of her. He felt good, awfully good! He was touching her all over too, kneading her ass,
rubbing her plump asscheeks while his cock gouged into the softness of her belly.
Nancy felt some of her former inhibitions melting away. She started moving against his
body in a counter-motion, intensifying the friction. A wild sensation coursed through
their bodies. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her in the whole wide
world! If only Marcie and the others could see her now! They wouldn't be giving her
those stupid pitying looks, clucking behind her back about how cold and frigid she was.
She was better than any of them and probably could steal their boyfriends away in a
second!
"Ummmmm!"
She writhed and struggled under Danny's body. It was wonderful as she felt Danny
move one of his hands around her hips, smoothing his fingers down her belly until he
curled them under her nylon-covered cuntal mound. She rubbed her ass against his
other hand, bucking her hips so he could touch her clit.
"Unnnghhhh!" she groaned.
Danny's rough touch was exciting, especially the way he moved his fingers beneath her
nylon panties and slipped them against her clit. This was going to be a wonderful night,
more wonderful than she could have ever possibly hoped it to be.


Chapter 4

"Oh, it's sooo good when you touch me there... makes me feel soooooo good!"
His hipbones were humping hers. He was shoving his cockshaft up and down, up and
down against her belly. Nancy could feel the brushing of his balls, the way the tip of his
cock was shaped.
"Oooohhh!" she gasped.
With her fingernails digging at the nape of his neck, she was guiding his face from one
tit to the other. Danny appreciated her enthusiasm and sucked harder, biting her
nipples with his front teeth while flicking his tongue back and forth, back and forth. It
was mind-blowing, the wildest thing in the world!
"Come on, feel me. You gotta feel how a guy is, baby. Come on."
"No, don't."
But she had no choice. He was forcing her hand down, down. She found herself petting
his muscled belly where the hair curled into his navel. She touched the stiff curls near
the base of his cockshaft. Her teeth clamped from the tension, her jaws hurting. And
then, then she felt his cock.
Danny groaned, his hips jerking back, then slamming back down hard against her,
making the sofa squeak.
"Man, oh man, that's good!"
Nancy shivered. His prick was so hard, so hot. And the way he shivered when she
wrapped her fingers around it! His prick was almost like a wild animal, jerking and
moving around at her slightest touch.
Nancy writhed. "I... I don't know... don't know about this... just don't know."
He was so big, muscular, hairy. Everything about him made the girl melt. How could
she have ignored someone like this living right next door to her? She had to have been
dumb, really stupid not to have seen how Danny was wanting her. Now she gave up
completely, surrendering to him, clawing at him as she thrashed like a wild woman
beneath his belly and legs.
"Christ, you're gonna freak me out if you keep touchin' and jerkin' me off like that."
Then Nancy moved her fingers until she could gather up the loose-hanging balls
beneath his prick. She heard Danny groan again, pressing his knees against her thighs
and forcing them wider apart. Her touching, her gentle fingering, was driving him wild.
She could see that. Nancy smiled weakly. She was doing this all for the first time and
she was driving a stud like Danny crazy.
"Man, oh man!" Danny groaned.
He was kissing her neck, her shoulders, trying to pull her down a little farther. Nancy
let him do anything to her. He was kissing her tits again, sucking her nipples hard
while squeezing the surrounding flesh gently. She could well imagine the girls he'd
fucked. He would show her everything, make her feel good.
And then, then there were his fingers again, sliding under the elastic band of her
panties. Shock and fear shot through her. Now, she didn't want to learn everything – at
least, not yet. The fear of getting pregnant, of going all the way, of having that fat prick
inside her made her whimper with terror. "No!" she whined.
His fingers were clutching at her cuntal mound, shoving deep.
Nancy sucked in a ragged breath, digging her chin into his shoulder. He was pressing
her down. He was so heavy, so insistent. She knew he wanted to get her panties off,
wanted to fuck her. But again the thought of having something that fat and long
drilling into her cunthole knocked the wind from her. She wasn't going to have his
prick tearing away her cherry. She'd be crippled!
"Don't... Danny!"
The panties were slipping, sliding over her hipbones even though she was pressing her
ass hard into the mattress.
"Come on, come on," Danny urged.
And his cock was slipping lower, almost under her cunt mound now. She'd soaked her
panties pretty well by now. And Danny was going crazy, pumping his cock against her
nylon-covered cunt crack. It felt so good the way his cock pushed the sheer wet material
up between her cuntlips.
"Ohhhhhh God, God!" Nancy groaned.
She could feel his cockhead touching her pussy. Somehow, her panty crotch had been
twisted to one side. His slick cocktip was gliding up and down her cunt, threatening to
slip into her hot, juicing hole.
Desperately Nancy moved her ass to one side, trying to angle her pussy so he couldn't
drive that awful thing into her cunt. But it was so hard for her to keep his cock away
from her pussy.
Danny was pinning her down now by the shoulders, trying to keep her still while
shoving her thighs apart with his knees. He was in the classic position for fucking. But
Nancy fought him desperately, trying to preserve her innocence, her cherry.
"Noooo!" she screamed.
Nancy felt him kissing her chin. She tried jerking her face away. But Danny caught her
head again with both hands and smothered her protests with a kiss. She whimpered
into his mouth, her nostrils flaring in fear and confusion as he fucked his hips against
her.
He was trying to slide down farther, trying to change the angle of his cock against her
cunt. She knew why. Moaning loudly, she beat at his back with her fists, driving her
heels against the backs of his legs. He had found that spot where he could slide his cock
in easy.
"Stop!"
"Can't, can't," Danny panted, rubbing his hips harder and harder against hers.
She couldn't stop him from touching her like that. He had her pinned to the couch,
and she was helpless. Nancy couldn't even get her hands down to push him away.
Danny was so much stronger than she was, pushing her down into the cushion. His
knees were bumping against her, shoving her thighs wide open, getting her body ready
for a hard fuck. Again she angled her cunt away from his cock, trying to slide out from
under him.
"No, man, no, you're gonna take it, take it," he gasped, bending his head down and
biting hard on her right nipple.
"Ooooowowww!" she wailed.
Nancy snapped her head back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the cushion while
prancing her ass frantically back and forth. Cum! Cum! It was good, really good! She
wanted him as much as she feared what would happen if he fucked her. Fucking,
fucking! Just the thought of having Danny's cock sawing in and out of her cunthole
made her shiver with delight. And yet the thought of having a cock inside her... it drove
her crazy!
She knew what Danny wanted right now. She knew it instinctively. He wouldn't stop
either, wouldn't stop until he broke through, penetrated her cunt and then spat out all
that thick creamy cum.
"Oooooohhh!" she gasped. That steady friction against her cuntlips was doing
something to her. Her decision to hold him off was being weakened by her reactions to
his dry fucking. The sensations that were coursing through her body were more
consuming, more wild than anything she had ever felt before. Climax, cumming... they
were only words before. Now they took on a frightening reality.
The heat of that itching pleasure raged over her cunt. The building tension, the feeling
that someone had just dumped burning gasoline on her pussy, made her pant like a
wild animal. The thrill seemed to invade every fiber of her body.
It was becoming harder to breathe! She pulled her head around, sucking in air through
her nostrils. The muscles in her calves ached as she writhed under the weight of
Danny's body. And making her hotter was his cock. It was there, threatening to spear
through her cherry, tear it away from its anchorage and plunge her into the world of
experience.
"Come on, Nancy, come on. It isn't going to hurt much," Danny said.
"Oh yes, it will. I heard stories," she panted breathlessly.
She could thank her mother for those stories – stories about how much it hurt when a
guy broke a girl's cherry. Then some of the girls had said the same thing. Marcie had
kept going on about how sick she got afterward. It sounded phony. Patty told her that
she was too excited to worry much about the pain and the bleeding. Her boyfriend had
her sucking prick before, and then he plugged her.
"No, I won't! I won't!"
"Sure you will. You want it bad... maybe not right now, but soon."
"Then you... you won't..." Nancy could hardly finish the sentence.
"Maybe... not."
He moved up against her again, shoving his mouth on top of hers, making her gasp
wildly. He was still fucking his cock against her panties. Whenever he tried shoving up
against her pussy, she tilted her mound. He slid up the side of her cuntal slit, rubbing
his prick over and over her clit.
The room spun around, growing blurry as her eyes rolled back in her head. The tension
was killing her, destroying all her willpower. She thought of Danny's cock, wondered if
she had the courage to let him peel down her panties and finish her off.
And then... then he stopped.
For a moment she lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. She had been close, so very
close to cumming! And then he had pulled back, letting her lie there and breathe as if
every breath was her last.
Finally Nancy raised her head, turning
around and staring at Danny. He was kneeling in front of her, his massive body
silhouetted against the filtered moonlight. One hand was moving around and around
his cock while the other smoothed over her thighs. He still wasn't through with her.
She could sense that. He had other plans for her. "What..."
"Nice, nice," Danny gasped. "No, don't!"
Somehow, he had slipped one finger under the small wet band clinging to her cunt. She
shivered, feeling his fingers.
Blushing, Nancy started scooting back on the couch, wondering if she should knock his
hand away.
"Oooohhh..."
And then he took advantage of her. In a moment he was down by her feet, sucking her
toes. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. He was sucking two toes now,
lapping at them with his tongue.
She tried kicking him away. But Danny caught both feet, his fingers hard, tense,
holding her legs prisoner. He was moving up now, kissing up the back of one calf, then
down the other. Nancy had never imagined anything like this in her wildest dreams.
The subtle touch of his lips, tongue and teeth against the spots behind her knees was
something indescribable.
Suddenly she found herself on her belly. Hands were gripping onto her panties now.
"Noooo, leave my panties alone!" she screamed.
Swatting back, frantic, Nancy realized there was little she could do in this position. At
least on her back, she had been able to sink her ass into the couch, press her knees
against his belly, tilt her cunt away from his prick. But this way, there was little she
could do to keep him from fucking her doggie style if he wanted!
But that didn't seem to be Danny's main interest now. He was licking all over her salty
flesh, drinking in the flavor of her skin, touching her all over. It was like a massage but
better! Those panties were going down, down, skinned over her asscheeks, over her
knees and ankles, gone.
"Wait, don't..." Nancy gasped.
But Danny was too strong. There was nothing she could do to stop him. And then...
ohhhh God, she could feel his breath blowing against her asscrack. He was pushing his
face in her asscrack!
Nancy's eyes widened, the breath blew out of her lungs from the shocking touch of his
cheeks against the inside curves of her buttocks. She felt some vague guilts and fears
whirling around her mind, a sense that what she was doing was wrong.
It was wild feeling Danny's mouth sliding up, down, all around her ass, and then she
felt his fingers wrapping around her hips, raising her ass slightly while he moved his
face between her asscheeks. He was going to put his mouth against her swollen cunt.
She could hear him moaning, hear him inhaling sharply, getting a good sniff of her
excited, dripping cunt!
"Oh man, baby, you're real hot, really hot," he moaned, tonguing the flesh just to one
side of her cuntlip.
Nancy thought she would die from that light brushing sensation. "You're killing me.
And it's wrong, so wrong. If my mom ever finds out..."
"Nobody's gonna tell. I got as much to lose as you. Don't worry about it," Danny said
reassuringly.
"Unnnghh... oooohhh!" Nancy wailed.
Nancy was hot and willing to experiment now, just as long as Danny didn't try to fuck
her. He had her stretched out, helpless. And the way he moved his head from side to
side, burrowing deeper, he reminded her of a dog.
"Work it out, baby. Move your ass. Move your cunt around so I can see how hot you
are," Danny encouraged, fingering her pussy while watching the girl rutting in front of
him.
"Oh, oh, you're making me feel such... such wonderful things," Nancy confessed.
Never, never in a million years would she have guessed that her next-door neighbor
could be this passionate. She had always thought of him as a bookworm, or somebody
too interested in repairing things to think about girls. How wrong she had been! If only
she had known about him years ago!
"Good, baby, I want you to feel all those things! I want... ughhh, man, gonna shoot
soon. You want it in your cunt?"
Nancy stopped twisting, narrowing her eyes and giving him a stern look.
"Now you look, I told you..."
She was trying to sound stern. She guessed Danny could have taken her by force if he
wanted. Nancy wasn't about to scream down the walls and call the neighbors. There
would be a scandal none of them would live down.
"Okay, okay, ain't gonna rape you... at least, not yet. We'll wait 'til you're ready."
"Ummmmm..."
He was rimming her cuntal mouth, dipping his tongue in, then pulling it out quickly
when she started hunching back.
She stiffened in embarrassed fright, but then again the thrill washed over her and she
gave up.
"Danny! Oh God, what are you doing to meeeee?"
He flipped her back over, holding her cunt-lips apart with his fingers while he scoured
each pussy lip with his tongue. She felt as if she were being split apart. And yet that
pulling tension added to the steady friction of his mouth against her cunt.
"Oh, oh!" Without thinking, Nancy started moving her hips faster. She couldn't help it.
She felt her long hair tangling around her throat while steady thrills built once more
between her shivering legs. "Stop! Stop!"
He rolled her hips around, sliding under her at the same time. He was under her,
moving her to a higher position. It felt so weird, so wicked.
But again Danny had a way of making this go away. He stroked her body along her
thighs, then up around her ass. 
"Oh God!" she gasped.
He brought her down, down until she heard her soppy cuntlips fitting against his chin.
She was high, dizzy, her arms braced on the couch, her head hanging between her
shoulders while his tongue speared in and out, in and out of her pussy like a hard, hot,
wet cock! Now she wanted to do this all night, this kind of fucking!
Nancy shivered.


Chapter 5

"Nooooo, don't... don't do this to me! Oh, you don't know... know what's happening!"
Nancy cried, jerking her hips from side to side.
To feel his cheeks rubbing over the sides of her inner thighs, against her cuntlips, was
something that drove her wild! Up and down, up and down, she was fucking herself on
his tongue, feeling so wild, so free! More and more juice seeped out to wet down his
cheeks and chin.
Crying out again, Nancy rolled her hips wildly with a new freedom. He licked hungrily
at her clit, curling his tongue again and driving it into her pussy. The way his teeth cut
into her, rubbing against her pussy, drove her crazy! Nancy knew she was fucking his
mouth.
"Uh! Uh! Uh" The wild gasps broke from her throat.
For a moment she had the most burning desire for him to... to finger her cunt while he
licked. She had often played with herself at night, something her mother would have
died knowing. She would lay there, her hands fluttering over her swollen cunt while she
conjured up images of boys she liked in school. But this was different. Now someone
else was touching her pussy, moving his fingers around.
"Aahhhhh!" she wailed.
Nancy nearly fell off the couch, but her shaking arms held. She was drooling, tossing
her head from side to side, riding his face while her long blonde hair splashed over her
face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, that she was acting in this
shameless way. Nothing seemed to matter now. Her mother, her friends, her teachers,
everything faded away under the growing reality of her sexuality. Fucking. Sucking.
They were the only things that mattered in the world.
All the warnings her mother had given her about being with a man evaporated. She had
taken off her clothes and the ceiling hadn't crashed in. Danny had touched her, kissed
her, rubbed his prick against her cunt and nothing had happened. And now... now he
was tonguing her, playing with her cunt with his mouth and fingers while she rode
him, her tits slapping wetly together.
"Yeah, baby, yeah! Move your ass! Come on, ride my face, ride my mouth!" Danny
growled, pulling his lips away from Nancy's cunt for a moment.
He didn't have to encourage her. She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her
enough friction. And when that tickling itch became too teasing she forced herself to
quit bucking so Danny could eat her cunt a little better while he worked his fingers
around and inside her hole.
For a second she thought he was going to break her cherry with his finger. She felt his
jagged fingernail touching that tiny membrane, pressing it. Sucking in a deep breath,
Nancy bucked her ass away from Danny was a warning. Hearing him sigh between her
thighs, Nancy moved her cunt back to his sucking lips when he seemed to have calmed
down. "Uhhhhhh..." Danny groaned. In a second Danny was digging against her soft
cuntal lining, pressing his knuckles against her pussy folds.
She felt the crazy suction of her cunt trying to nurse his fingers as if they were a cock.
It was going to to happen! She could feel herself teetering on the brink of a gigantic
cum!
"Ooooohhhhh!" she groaned.
Every muscle in her body seemed tense for the big explosion. Now she was cumming,
cumming with a wild fury. "Ohhhhhh!"
The feverish, itchy thrills exploded between her legs. She couldn't take it any more.
This was what she'd been waiting for all her life, the release of all that tension that had
been building in her for so long. And each explosion was more wild than the last.
She writhed, holding the sides of Danny's head while her ass danced all over his mouth,
tongue and chin. It was happening so hard, much harder than it had with her own
hands. She could feel the slick rub, that maddening tickle that grew to an itch and then
an aching insanity.
"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped, then collapsed.
Nancy didn't even remember the last of it. It was just a heaven of slick, hot frenzy that
finally faded away.
She tried to open her eyes. She was on her back, her legs spread, twitching. Her lips
were so dry. Danny had gotten up now. He was standing by the bed. She could see his
chest and arms. Nancy felt so strange. She felt soft, and loved. It was silly to think that
the boy loved her. But still those were the feelings racing through her as she regained
her breath.
"What are you... you doing?"
He had gone back to his pants for something. Now he was doing something to his
cock. At first she thought she had to be seeing things. But the moonlight from the
window illuminated his movements.
He was putting something on over his prick, something soft-looking with all kinds of
bumps and barbs that stuck out in all directions.
Her feet were on the floor before she knew what was happening. Bending down, she
scooped up her sandals, grabbed her bra, blouse and skirt and rushed for the door. Her
panties! Forget them. She had to get out of there. She was weak and giddy and half
crazed from the wonderful things that had been done to her. But she had to run.
"Hey, come back, Nancy!"
She slammed the garage door behind her, running into a small grove of bushes that
bordered his house. There she crouched, slipping her bra and blouse on, then sliding
her skirt back on over her plump asscheeks.
In a moment she heard the garage door open again. It was Danny. He strolled out, his
hands on his hips. He surveyed the area, shrugged, then jammed his hands in his
pockets and ambled back to his house.
Nancy sighed, tucking her blouse back into her skirt and slipping her sandals on. It had
been weird, really weird having him do all those things to her. Just thinking about them
made her shiver. She had done a lot tonight, more than she had ever done in her whole
life! Letting a man touch her like that, see her naked. How he had made her feel when
his hands rubbed over her ass and pussy!
Crouching in the bushes, she found herself smiling. She had nearly done it, nearly let a
guy put his cock in her cunt. She had stopped him this time.
Nancy heard his door slam. Standing up, she pushed her skirt down. How weird it was
not to have her panties on! She could feel the wind blowing up between her legs and
rustling her blonde cuntal fuzz! Nancy brushed back her hair, turning around and
glancing up at the window of her mother's bedroom. The light was out. She'd get it
tomorrow! How could she explain that she and the neighbor boy were off fucking
together in the garage?
Nancy climbed over the shrubs, walking through her mom's garden. She felt naked in
that short skirt and no panties. Her hot little cunt was still wet. Danny had gotten her
so hot! But the only image in her mind now was of him putting on that awful-looking
thing on his cock.
She felt her cunt tighten, making her stop her progress and inhale sharply.
He might have ruined her. She knew he would have blasted away her cherry with that
strange covering over his cock. Danny was pushing her too hard when he tried to get
her to take that thing.
"I've got to be careful," she whispered, clenching her fingers into two tight fists. She
couldn't let herself get out of control like that again. She had nearly done it. God only
knows what would happen the next time... if there were a next time!
Making her way carefully around the small rock garden her mother had just built,
Nancy was a hundred feet away from the double french doors when she caught sight of
something to her right.
She stopped, her heart chilling while her blood froze. There was the sound of
movement. Nancy was about to scream for help when she felt a hot wash of tongue
driving between her asscheeks.
Her body jerked forward, her arms flailing out at her sides as she stumbled over the
uneven flagstones of the patio. Reaching the grassy edge, Nancy pitched forward,
landing on her hands and knees.
For a second she froze in that position, trying to clear her mind. Twisting her head
around, she saw Bodego – that big, fuzzy dog standing next to her, his tongue hanging
from one corner of his mouth. "Bodego! You?"
It was incredulous. He had touched her in a very sensitive spot. It was incredible the
dog had done that! A dog! Her dog!
Nancy shook her head, gathering her legs under her and trying to stand up. It must
have been some stupid mistake. Bodego wouldn't try to attack her. They had practically
grown up together. Why would he sneak up on her and try to hurt her?
"Ooooooohhhh!" Nancy gasped. The dog moved fast, knocking her down again with
his large front paws. She fell in the damp grass, her cheek pressing against the ground.
The Airedale was on top of her in a flash, his strong forelegs brushing against the
insides of her thighs. "No!"
She panicked! Nancy knew instinctively she was in trouble. There was something in the
dog's eye, something in his mood and movements, that told her he meant business.
She dug her heels in the moist ground and crawled back, her hands stretched out
behind her. He was staring at her, his head tilted to one side, a low growl coming from
his throat. A scream froze in her throat as she slid back, back toward the garage. If only
she could get inside there, she would be all right.
"Bodego! What's gotten into you... oooohhhh!"
Then, in a moment, she realized what he was after.
Barking twice, the Airedale darted forward, pushing his broad shoulders between her
thighs, butting them apart. He was nuzzling her cunt, moving his tongue up and down,
quickly dividing her swollen cunt.
Nancy jerked as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire, her legs snapping
hard against the dog's sides. He was touching her... there, licking her the way Danny
had licked her moments ago. Only this time there was a dog between her thighs. A dog!
The horror of her situation made her gasp.
"No, don't, don't do this!"
She tried twisting around. But the big Airedale was determined to get at her cunt. He
put his big forepaws against her inner thighs, holding her in position, scratching her
flesh when she tried rolling away.
"Oh, God, God!"
She had forgotten her panties. And this was the result! He had smelled her from far off
and had come to check her out. Now all memories of her being the mistress, of her
calling the shots, evaporated quickly. He wanted her cunt and he was going to get it!
"No!"
Then Nancy covered her mouth. She couldn't cry out, couldn't scream for help. Things
had gone too far! What if her mother were to lean out the window and find her like
this, stretched out on the lawn with a dog between her legs! And what would Danny
think? And the rest of the neighbors? The animal had trapped her, assuring himself of
success!
"Oooohhhh..."
She was helpless, defenseless against this horrible dog! A man doing this was one thing.
But a dog? Some of the guys had talked about women who did this kind of thing.
"Uhhhh..."
A dog was eating her cunt, touching her with that long pink sloppy tongue, driving it
up and down her fuzzy virgin cuntal slit. And what was making it worse was that with
each upward thrust of his sloppy mouth he was bringing back the exciting heat she'd
felt earlier. His tongue was so hot, so silky smooth against her cuntlips..."
"Noooo..."
Somehow she had managed to push the dog back. She couldn't let this happen! It was
too weird, too perverted!
Rolling over on her hands and knees, Nancy started crawling away from Bodego. She
felt the warm flagstones against her fingers. Through her curtaining blonde hair, Nancy
could make out the french doors. If only she could get to them in time, she'd be safe.
Perhaps tomorrow she'd suggest something to her mother, something about getting rid
of the animal or giving him away. The thought of having Bodego running around
shoving his snout up her skirt every minute sickened her. Her mother would notice
something wrong sooner or later!
"Ugh!" Nancy cried out, feeling his big forepaws hitting her lower back.
The dog was crawling on her, his forelegs sliding up her belly, nearly touching her tits.
For a moment she was puzzled, confused. Then Nancy realized what Bodego was doing.
She felt the underside of his body pumping against her ass while his forelegs gripped
her belly hard, nuzzling her neck.
"Oh God no!" she cried in a loud whisper, scraping her knees against the hard stones.
Something hot and slick had gouged at her cunt. The horror of what had nearly
happened brought her to her feet.
"Oh God, got to get away, away from here," she whispered, running her fingers
through her hair.
The dog was at her side immediately, growling at her. There was no doubt in her mind
what he wanted, and for a moment Nancy was afraid he was going to get it. There
could be no reasoning with the animal. She would have to out-think him, outrun him.
And in the condition she was in, Nancy wasn't sure she could do either.
"Oh, stop it, Bodego! Go!"
But he kept after her. Her nervousness turned to panic once more. He was nipping at
her, trying to bite her ankles, bring her back down on the grass. She felt frantic. He was
a big dog and she'd always felt a little ill-at-ease with him.
"No!"
She felt him licking her naked thigh, bumping his snout against her legs. Turning
around, she headed for the garage. The dog ran around her running legs, trying to trip
her, biting her ankles again. Nancy thought her lungs were going to burst! She
stretched out her hands, reaching a tree and wrapping her arms around the rough bark.
"Oh please, please, make him go away," she prayed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
But Bodego stayed, swarming around her legs. Several times she tried kicking at the
dog, swatting at him with one hand. Bodego reared back, arching his body, growling at
her.
"Stop it, Bodego, stop it!"
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. The dog was biting her ankles again, tugging her
away from the tree.
Weakly she clawed at the loose bark. With a groan she felt herself slipping away, falling
to the ground.
"God!"
Nancy choked, sucking in air, trying to get oxygen back into her lungs. The dog was
making whining noises as he pushed her cuntlips open and ate at the hot juices flowing
from her slot.
It felt so crazy, yet so darned good! She wondered for a moment if she were having a
bad dream. But this was too real, too much of a delicious sensation racing between her
thighs to be a dream. The fury of his attack had brought another shuddering groan
from her throat. Nancy was finally getting her breath back. But there was still the dog
to contend with, that wonderful awful dog doing such crazy things to her cunt.
"Oh no, no, no!"
She had protested the same way to Danny earlier and didn't mean it. The same held
true with Bodego now. She had opened her body to him, had taken him on.
Whenever she tried closing her thighs, the dog growled, then sank his fangs teasingly
into her white flesh. Gasping, acknowledging that he was forcing her to do what he
wanted, Nancy reluctantly let her knees sag apart.
Bodego let out a small excited yip and went back to her cunt. The rough wetness of his
snout, of his tongue, excited her pussy terribly. He was licking her clit, tonguing it.
"Oooooohhh..." Nancy gasped.
His tongue was circling her clit again and again, driving slivers of passion through her
brain. In a moment or two Nancy lost the will to try to tuck her ass under and away
from him. She lay on the grass, her arms spread out while her knees were spread widely
apart. The animal was between her thighs, squatting down, feeding on her juicy, slick
cunt.
"God, oh God."
A sudden fear that her mother was awake filtered through her mind. But it was
impossible for her to drag herself up through the feeling of excitement that had settled
over her. Her mother was probably asleep, snoring away while she lay under her
mother's window being eaten out by a dog. The contrast nearly made Nancy laugh.
Then the rushing sensation of an oncoming climax took her breath away.
She was going to cum in Bodego's mouth!


Chapter 6

Nancy was going out of her mind. Her hips pumped up and down faster and faster.
Strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth while her fingers clutched at the
surrounding grass.
Again and again she thought of Danny, of what he had tried to do to her. She saw his
face hovering over her once more, felt his hands roaming over her ass, her tits, her
cunt. And there was his mouth, his beautiful sucking mouth. And his tongue! It licked
her labes, curled around her clit, petted the tense cuntal muscles while she hunched like
a crazy woman under him.
But Danny wasn't touching her now. The dog! Bodego! It was her dog, her pet doing
this to her! It was his snout rubbing against her fuckhole, his tongue sloshing up and
down her fuzzy slit, drawing more and more juice out of her pussy. It was his mouth
rubbing against the trembling pink folds of her hot cunt.
"Oooohhh!"
Nancy couldn't stop her hips from moving. The dog was at her feet now, licking her
toes and ankles. It was just like Danny! Something told her she would be going too far,
crossing some terrible barrier... soon.
"Ohhhh, Bodego... you're, you're doing this to me... and... oooohhhh!"
She stared heavy-lidded at his movements, then let her head fall back on the grass. He
was lapping at her knees, her thighs, then finally, at last, touching her naked cunt
again. It was wonderful!
Nancy felt all the muscles in her ass cramp with tension. She had surrendered to the
Airedale, giving him all of her pussy. Every hidden hollow, every fold, every square inch
of her virgin cunt Nancy handed her pet on a golden platter, prancing her ass
frantically on the lawn until her forehead was damp with perspiration.
"Ugh! More, more!" she grunted.
Wild sensations raced through her pussy. Cumming! She knew what was happening.
She was cumming, climaxing. The feeling almost frightened her out of her wits!
Cumming in the dog's mouth. It almost seemed as if the sky would crash down on her.
But now, now as she twisted and writhed on the back lawn, Nancy wanted nothing
more than to cum in Bodego's mouth.
"Ohhhhh!"
When she came, the Airedale's tonguing became rough. The sharp edge of her joy cut
through her like a surgical knife. She spasmed, one leg kicking out while her body
rolled on her side. Convulsing in the patio as if she were having a fit, Nancy rolled
from side to side in a fever that hurt her as much as it pleased her.
Bodego yipped, putting his big forepaws on her thighs and trying to keep her as steady
as possible.
But it felt so good to move! It felt so good to be free, to thrash and buck and jerk
against the lapping animal! It was a new freedom that took the young blonde teen by
surprise, leaving her breathless. Maybe it was because Danny had worked her up so
much. She didn't know. But there was something overwhelming about this climax,
something she had never known before in her young life.
"Ohhhhh, you bastard! Ohhh," she said, raking her fingers over his soft, warm, furry
coat.
Bodego gouged and lapped, driving his nose into her clasping cuntal mouth. She was
curled in a fetal position now, the dog wedged hard between her thighs.
Nancy cried out again and again, holding onto his back, knowing there was no way she
could get out from under him until he had backed off.
Bodego wagged his ass as he tried to keep her cuntlips open.
Nancy couldn't be held down. She bucked, rolling and squirming on the grass while
spasms tortured her. It was the kind of pleasure that drove her wild. It almost hurt.
And then... and then...
"Wh... what? No! My God, no!"
At first she didn't know what was making those hot flecks against her left leg. Then she
realized those stringy lines going up and down her body were the result of the dog
cumming. That awful dog! That terrible animal! He'd been rubbing up and down
against her body, shoving his cock against her calf and knee. Now he was humping
forward with fast, crazy movements. Each time he did that his red prick sprayed out
more and more doggie cum. "No!"
Babbling, feeling as if she were spinning out of the universe, Nancy staggered to her
feet. She fell forward twice, her balance thrown off by her own confusion.
Bodego was yipping around her. Then he finally wheeled around in tight circles,
bobbing his head up and down.
As she stood there by the french doors, feeling her heart pounding hard, Nancy
watched him licking himself, listening to the wet smacking sounds of his tongue against
his shrinking cock and balls.
"God..." Nancy clutched the door as if her life depended on it. It was too dreamlike, too
far-out for her to understand. "Oh no!"
The girl trembled, putting her hands to her face and sobbing. No one could ever know.
No one, not even her friends, her mother – no one. This was something too weird to
discuss.
Swallowing hard, managing to fight through the fog of confusion, she slipped behind
the french doors and closed them. Bodego was still sitting by the tree, licking himself,
looking a little confused.
Nancy tried to smile, tried to see something in what had happened. But there was a
horrible guilty gloom hovering over her. A dog! She had let a dog lick her, touch her
with his snout!
His tongue had curled around her clit, had actually entered her cunt hole. "Ohhhh!"
He was just a horny dog and he'd caught her unawares! Danny had made her hot, so
hot that she had fallen prey to the animal's advances. But that wouldn't happen again.
She swore it wouldn't!
Nancy curled her fingers into two fists, stopping at the front of the stairs and closing
her eyes. She would rather see the dog destroyed than have something like that happen
again.
Nancy felt tired. She felt as if she had to rest, to sleep for a long time. In the morning
things were bound to be different. They usually were when the light of day came.
Limping up the stairs, she made her way to her room, undressed and fell across her
mind. Lying there stark naked, staring at the ceiling, she thought about Danny, about
the way his hands felt across her cunt, across her ass. And then his tongue...
But then came thoughts of Bodego. She thought about the way his furry body felt
rubbing against her thighs. The way his big forepaws touched her ass and belly made
her shiver still. A dog. She had played around with a dog!
"Oooohhh!"
Closing her eyes, Nancy blotted out images of Bodego, of Danny. She needed rest. After
a while sleep finally came to the exhausted girl.
For the next two days Donna had felt a tension between her and her daughter, a
tension that was more than the usual wall of indifference between them. Nancy had
avoided her eyes, steering carefully away from conversations that might veer toward
anything except small talk. For a moment Donna thought that somehow the girl could
have found out about her and the dog. She had thought about that a lot lately, even
considered sending for the pound and having Bodego put away.
But her guilt kept her from doing that. She had lured him on, had encouraged him in
the beginning. After that Bodego was simply following his instincts. He had touched
her with his tongue, had licked around her pussy only when she'd spread her legs for
him. That damned Scotch! It had torn down what few restraints she had around the
house. For the last few days Donna had done her best to avoid the bottle, staying away
from it even though her throat was dry from thirst. It was then when she realized just
how miserable and lonely her life was.
But still she kept her fingers off the liquor, afraid that another incident between her and
the Airedale might develop.
And then there was Danny. He had started puttering around the basement the
following day. Nancy was her usual stiff-necked self, refusing to go downstairs and even
say hello to the boy. He seemed friendly enough, and once or twice during the day,
Donna had entertained the thought of bringing the two of them together somehow. But
that just didn't seem to be in the cards. Nancy was off sulking in her room when she
came home from school.
And Bodego? She had to cuff him repeatedly to keep the animal from eating, her cunt
right there in the kitchen when Danny first came over that Saturday morning. Thank
God he hadn't noticed anything! At least, she thought so. He seemed more intent on
starting to work right away on the various projects she'd outlined for him. During the
day, Donna phoned his mother, complimenting the woman on what an industrious son
she had.
That Sunday Nancy skipped off early, saying she was going over to Patty's house to
study.
Downstairs Donna could hear Danny Phillips working, his hammer clanging and
battering against something. She was all alone, ignored as if she didn't even exist.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Donna peered through the curtains and saw
Bodego on his back, squirming on the grass, his mouth opened and letting out growls
of pleasure.
"Damn!" Hurrying to the living room, Donna poured herself a tall Scotch, dropping
three cubes of ice into the amber liquid.
Raising the glass to her lips, Donna sighed again. Even the smell of the Scotch gave her
some relief. She knew that a pleasant warmth would soon spread through her mind and
dull the edges of her guilt and loneliness.
Donna felt that familiar tickle around her cunt, that tightening of the muscles around
her thighs. She drank more Scotch, feeling her brain start to buzz pleasantly. It would
be nice, very very nice to have the Airedale on top of her, holding her down, tonguing
her cunt out once more.
The front door slammed, interrupting her reverie. Nancy! Home? She heard the squeak
of tennis shoes in the hall and then her daughter bounced into the living room.
Donna flushed beet red, feeling as if the glass of Scotch stood out like a beacon on the
table.
"What's that noise? Oh yes, Danny's over here, right?" Nancy said, stopping near the
stairs.
"I thought you were going over to Patty's," Donna said, feeling a little more at ease
after she stepped in front of the drinking glass.
"She had to go to her grandmother's with her folks. Think I'll go over to the pool and
take a swim. Be back early for dinner," Nancy called out over her shoulder, starting to
bound up the stairs.
"Wait. Just a minute, young lady."
Donna felt as if she was sounding like some headmistress. She saw Nancy's shoulders
slump, saw the look of indifference mask her daughter's face as she turned around to
face her. There wouldn't be any sassy words from Nancy. There didn't have to be.
"We haven't had a talk lately... you know, a real talk," Donna said hesitantly, feeling
her way.
"About what?" Nancy tilted her chin up a little.
"Oh, about lots of things. Boys, in particular, you know," Donna said, feeling the blood
rushing to her cheeks, "you were late that evening... from the party, I mean. What were
you doing there?"
"It was just a bunch of girls," Nancy said impatiently, rolling up her eyes in
melodramatic disgust. "You think we were doing something with each other?"
"That's not what I meant!" Donna snapped, angry that her good intentions were being
misinterpreted. "I meant, I want to know about you...more about what you think, what
you do."
Nancy paused, her face darkening a little. "You want to know if I've been to bed with a
guy yet?"
Donna's face reddened. She swallowed hard, wishing she could have another drink
right there... right in front of her daughter. That would serve Nancy right. The girl
could see she was driving her mother to alcohol. And why did she have to wear that
awful bored expression! There was so much she wanted to say, to tell her daughter, to
share with her. And Nancy was doing the best she could to block all that!
"Well?"
"No. Your private... business is your private business," she said slowly, feeling as if she
were about to fall through the floor.
In the background both women could hear Danny working and their flesh crawled.
"Then... I can go?"
Donna sighed. It just wasn't going to happen. She and her daughter were on opposite
sides of an ever-widening chasm.
"Yes, I suppose so. I..."
Bodego bounded in, circling Donna suddenly. He had crawled through the hinged
bottom door in the kitchen and was scampering around, barking, wanting to be petted
and fed.
Nancy nearly freaked, holding onto the handrail, terrified that the dog would somehow
make her mother suspicious of what had gone on in the patio garden the other night.
She cringed, her elbow knocking hard against the wall.
Donna frowned. "Is something wrong, honey?"
Nancy thought she would die. "No, nothing. I've got to clean up. I'll be home early."
Nancy raced upstairs, slamming the bedroom door hard behind her.
"Go back into the kitchen, Bodego. I'll feed you," Donna said.
The dog swung near her, then wheeled about and padded into the kitchen. Donna took
care of the hungry animal, listening to Danny's steady pounding downstairs and then
the sounds of her daughter leaving the house. Soon she was alone again, all alone.
She sat at the kitchen table for a long time, moving a cup of coffee from one hand to
the other, thinking about Danny, the way he had looked at her. Donna had heard
stories about middle-aged women servicing the young studs of the neighborhood.
Women who were considered in their prime sexually.
Donna smiled, her fingers nervously shaking against the cup. If she didn't have the
courage to seduce Danny Phillips, perhaps she would have the strength to take on
Bodego again. After all, what was wrong with it? They hadn't really done anything. It
wasn't as if she had let the dog fuck her. It was only one wet, hot surface rubbing
against another. Surely there could be nothing wrong with that.
Bodego was in the living room dozing. She could hear his heavy, wheezing-like
breathing above the pounding downstairs. Wouldn't that be a kick? Taking on a dog
while the neighbor boy was downstairs working? The thought of it sent a hot flash
through her cunt.
"I can't resist it... just can't," she muttered, putting down the coffee cup and pushing
away from the table.
Donna walked into the living room. She felt her pulse racing as Bodego raised his head
and peered up at her. She was going to go through with it. He could have her once
more... only this time she would be far more willing to take him on.
"Upstairs, Bodego!"
Her voice was so thick, so throaty. She was sexually aroused just at the thought of
taking on that damned animal!
"Upstairs."
The big animal stood up, stretching and yawning, then rubbing up against hre.
"Yes, that's right, that's right," she whispered, barely able to walk.
Somehow she made it up the steps, down the hall, into her room, closing and locking
the door behind the Airedale after he'd entered. There was still time, time for her to
kick the animal out, time for her to save what little respectability she had.
"Yes, Bodego, yes," she said, watching as he bounded on the bed, turned, and stared at
her.
Reaching back, Donna began unbuttoning her blouse.


Chapter 7

"Ohhhhh, Bodego!"
Donna was doing it, liking it, letting it happen! There could be no excuses now, no
silent conversations with her conscience denying the truth. She had let the dog in, had
practically lured him up into her bedroom. She wanted the dog to touch her, to lick her
pussy! Donna shivered, feeling a kind of freedom in realizing that truth.
"Mmmmmm... ohhhhh, touch me there, Bodego. Oh God, it feels so good when you
touch me there!"
Crying out again, she rolled onto her belly, shoving her head into the pillow, clawing at
the sheets as the dog nosed around her neck, then started licking down, down, touching
all the bumps of her spine. And soon he was towering over her, his paws braced on
either side of her body. He was licking up and down, slathering down her back with his
spit.
It felt so good, so awfully, terribly good. Donna let out a moan, widening her knees.
She could feel the topsheet gathering up under her moving body while the dog's tongue
caressed her asscrack. He was nearing that hot spot, that delicious area where she knew
both of them wanted his tongue to be.
Slowly, gingerly, she pushed her ass up, wagging it back and forth for the dog. She was
wagging her ass for the big Airedale, wagging it as if she were a bitch in heat waiting
for her mate to come.
Backing down several inches, Bodego grunted and licked each asscheek with his tongue.
Up and down! Up and down his tongue went, leaving long wet streaks on her flesh that
cooled her hot skin. "Oh, oh, oh!" Donna gasped. Soon she felt hot spit dribbling down
her crack, soaking her cuntal hairs. It was something that drove her up the walls, that
made her mind whirl around like a merry-go-round.
"Yes, oh yes, touch me... there!"
How could that dog know what she wanted? Donna went mad, biting her lower lip
until she could taste blood while she pranced her ass around frantically. Her cunt
spasmed, contracted, as if touched by electricity! She was panting, panting every bit as
hard as the dog was.
Raising herself up from the bed, she felt the weight of her tits hanging down from her
chest. She wobbled there on her elbows, grasping in lungfuls of air when she could. She
felt her breath catch, nearly fainting whenever Bodego would touch a particularly
sensitive spot. She cried out again, spreading her thighs until her inner cuntlips peeled
stickily back. The dog shoved at her hungrily, lapping his tongue under her cuntal
mount then up.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she sighed.
Donna collapsed, rolling onto her back once more. She would take him on as a lover!
Her hair tangling around her throat, her nostrils flaring, her eyes glazed over, she
opened herself completely to the animal. The Scotch, her daughter, Danny, everything
had contributed to her hideous degradation.
Yet it was the best, most beautiful thing in the world to have happened to her. She
could hear the animal growling. It was a rich, soft, smothered growl of lust that she had
heard before when he cornered her that fateful night.
Opening her eyes, Donna could see something hanging from between his hindquarters.
His cock! His prick was long, knobby, and red, sticking straight out at her. For one
wild moment Donna thought about stretching out one hand and touching it. Biting her
lip again, she moved her hand back, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her
thighs. That would be going too far.
"Uhhhhh . . Donna was twisting around like a wild woman now, the fitted sheet having
slipped from the corners of the mattress and gathering around her ass.
The dog was rubbing up and down her dark red, moist pussy meat. He was
concentrating on her clit now, tonguing that rounded knob until Donna thought she
would have a heart attack. Bodego was wagging his hips. Even more of his cockmeat
slid out.
"Ohhhhh God!"
It was incredible! Donna felt herself nearing that wild moment, that moment when
everything in the world merged in a thundering, golden ball, exploding between her
thighs. Climax! Again she was going to cum in the Airedale's mouth.
"Now, now now!"
Donna knew she couldn't hold on much longer. Her mind summoned forth erotic
images of Danny, of the dog. Through it all, Donna jerked and bucked, feeling her cunt
tighten up like a fist.
"Ooooohhhh!"
Donna was bucking around in a fury of excitement. She shoved her cuntal mound up,
tossing it around in tight, frantic little circles. She was whimpering for the dog to eat
her harder. He lapped fast, digging his tongue into her cuntmeat, slopping his tongue
in and out of her clutching hole.
Now, now! The climax built in seconds, sweeping over her like a tidal wave. Donna
rode it out, feeling herself swirling around in waves. She whipped her legs against the
bed, hugging the Airedale's furry body with her knees.
She couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans and her feverish squirming got worse
and worse as the animal made strange sounds against her cunt. It was a kind of
growling, whining noise that made her open her knees even wider.
The dog's tongue wagged back and forth faster and faster, slopping up and down, then
moving from side to side. At times he pushed it into the woman's hole. And then...
then he did something she would remember for the rest of her God-forsaken life!
Opening his jaws, he took her cuntal mound between his teeth. He was sinking those
fangs into her convulsing flesh! It was mind-blowing.
Donna arched her back, snapping her head again and again against the pillow while
clawing the sheets until they nearly tore. And all the while the dog's tongue was
slopping up and down, drawing more and more pleasure from her body. Donna made
soft keening sounds from her throat. She thought of the dog, of Danny, and felt her
mind explode into a thousand brilliantly lit pieces.
Donna hadn't really meant to touch the Airedale under his belly. Her hand had slipped
back as she tossed around in the fiery explosion of her cum. The next thing she knew
Bodego's cock brushed her palm. In another second the dog was humping his prick
against her hand.
"Uhhhh... Bodego!" she cried in a hoarse whisper.
The next thing Donna realized was that something very hot and slimy was spattering
against her thigh. Cumming! The animal was cumming, shooting his doggie jizz on her
body.
"No, God no!"
It was too much for her to stand! There was a scramble, a mad rush out of the room.
She could still hear Danny hammering away downstairs.
The next thing Donna knew was that she was in the bathroom, the door locked behind
her. She could hardly stand. She sucked in lungfuls of oxygen and looked at her guilty
face in the mirror. She had nearly done it, nearly gone all the way with the animal.
Donna had seen herself going in that direction. First a lick. Then a touch. Soon there
would be more, more, until she found herself on all fours, wagging her ass from side to
side, peering around her shoulder while the animal slowly climbed on her back and
mounted her!
"Mounted..." Donna mouthed the word, feeling shivers race up and down her flesh.
Closing her eyes, she thought of herself in that position, completely helpless, bent over,
while the dog slithered over her body, fucking her cunthole with that knobby boner
she'd seen.
"God!" Dear God," Donna whispered softly, rubbing her forehead.
She could feel the dog's warm jizz dribbling down her legs. The dog hadn't meant
anything wrong by what he'd done to her. She had let him, encouraged him. And
whatever the cause of this mess Donna couldn't let it keep going on. It had to finish.
"I can't go on this way, I just can't let it happen again..."
Donna covered her face with both hands, sobbing for several minutes until the whirling
sensations calmed down.
She needed a drink. Yes, Scotch would help. Drinks blurred things so quickly.
Donna shook her head, again pushing back all the feelings of guilt and revulsion she
felt creeping over her. After washing up, she went back into her bedroom. Bodego was
sitting in the corner, licking himself – licking that strange red doggie cock of his.
Donna shivered, hurriedly pulling on some clothes.
Bedego followed her downstairs. He sat quietly by the sofa, watching her, as she moved
to the bar and poured herself another drink.
Turning, she raised the glass in a mock toast, tilted back her head and swallowed the
whole amount.
"Crazy dog," she gasped, then gulped down another warming Scotch, smiling as she felt
an immediate warmth radiating all over her.
Her cunt still had that warm, itchy glow the dog had given her with his tongue. Donna
took the drink to the sofa, sitting down and letting her legs spread apart. She was
wearing only a robe now, feeling the strange, sexy rub of the silk against her stiffening
nipples and thighs. "Crazy..."
Donna took another drink. Her daughter wouldn't be home for a while. There was
plenty of time, plenty of time. She smiled, tilting the glass back once more against her
lips, feeling the cold ice clinking against her teeth. Time for Bodego, plenty of time for
him. Danny would be busy downstairs for a long time. And besides, it might just add to
her excitement, thinking the boy would come upstairs and find them... the two of them
in a kind of embrace.
She laughed softly, feeling a little drunk now. Donna smiled. After that, she would go
shopping, maybe make something special for dinner. She was feeling kind of special
right now.
Her breath was quickening while her robe fell open. Her bare soles moved sensuously
over the carpet as Bodego caught scent of her warming cunt. The dog whimpered,
wagging his stubby tail.
"Ohhhhh, Bodego, you bad, bad dog," she sighed, closing her eyes, and rubbing her
shoulder against the couch.
All she had to do was just sit there. Donna knew she didn't have to move a muscle if
she didn't want to. The Airedale would bring her off. She slid her ass forward a little to
give Bodego more of her cuntmeat to nibble on. With a sigh, Donna relaxed again into
the deep cushions, wondering only briefly how long this could go on.
Later that afternoon, Donna had roused herself from her slumber, put the dog out of
the house, then changed quickly to go shopping. Donna checked with Danny before
leaving and was assured he'd tell Nancy about her going to the shopping plaza.
It was, in fact, only minutes after Donna had backed her Buick from the drive that
Nancy arrived back home, disappointed that there weren't many kids at the pool. She
had hoped to find somebody there, even the stuck-up Marcie. She had to tell somebody
about what happened to her with Danny.
Nancy stopped in the middle of her thoughts, seeing her mother's car gone. Danny was
there, by himself! Nancy felt her heart quicken.
"I shouldn't go in," Nancy whispered, finding that her feet were moving. She was
drawn toward her home in spite of her better sense.
Walking up to the rear door, Nancy could hear work going on downstairs. Opening the
door, she felt Bodego rush up to her and brush against one leg. Nancy jumped, crying
out, then kicked the big Airedale hard in his chest.
"Get away, Bodego, not now!"
The animal wheeled around, staring at her in confusion as Nancy locked the door
behind her. She thought about rushing up to her bedroom and staying there until her
mother returned from shopping. Nothing would happen then. But if she went
downstairs – or even stayed up here – surely she was asking for it.
"Oh!"
The hammering had stopped. Footsteps. He was coming upstairs.
Nancy felt her pulse quicken. Backing away from the door, she staggered toward the
doorway. But she wasn't moving quickly enough to avoid detection.
Danny saw her. "Hey, I didn't hear you come in. Your mom won't be back for a while,"
he said, a grin curling up his lips.
"Uh, I didn't think I'd be home this soon," she stammered.
She was feeling lost, off-balance as she tried avoiding his stare. How hard it was to
breathe with that young stud in front of her! She remembered his touch, the way his
mouth felt all over her, the way his cock felt brushing up against her cunt. Nancy had
nearly done it with him. And now there he was again, only a few feet in front of her,
his big body wet with sweat. Unconsciously her heavy breathing matched his.
"All the more time... I'm finished down there for the day. Was gonna go home and
catch the end of the game. No need for that now."
Nancy felt a chill rush up and down her spine. "Danny, no, not here..."
"Yeah, I know, the old lady's gonna catch us," he said, his grin growing broader.
He had reached down with one hand and cupped his cock through his Levi's, rubbing it
softly.
Nancy looked, shot her eyes away and swallowed hard. She wouldn't do it now. It was
too risky. What if somebody saw them walking into the garage together? What if her
mother came home, found both of them gone and got suspicious?
And yet, as she stood there, her breathing becoming shallow, rapid, her flesh tingled
with the promise of what was to follow. There was Danny, standing only a few feet in
front of her, his body so insistent, so hard and muscled. And his cock! She thought of
his prick again, thought of the feel of it rubbing against her belly, against her fuckslot.
She had nearly let him fuck her cunt with that big thing. Now... now, she was going to
let him – fuck her. There was nothing to be said about it. She wanted it, wanted it
badly.
He smiled, stretching out one hand, curling his calloused fingers around her wrist.
Nancy was shaking hard. She moved as if in a dream. Stopping by the rear doorway,
she watched the young man step outside, check for neighbors, then motion with his
hand to follow.
The next moment she found herself back in the garage near the sofa, the place where
he had aroused all those feelings inside her earlier.
"Your mom doesn't use the garage when she pulls in?" Danny asked, tugging his pants
open.
"N-n-no. Not until late at night. She won't come in here."
It still seemed so weird taking off her clothes in front of him.
"I-I feel kinda strange... spacy," she said, giggling nervously.
"Hey, don't worry about it. It's kinda natural. Nothin's wrong."
He came up to her, holding her tightly in his arms and stroking her hair.
Nancy sighed, feeling her heart beating so rapidly. She was going to do it! She'd have
something to tell the girls at school tomorrow at lunch!
"Maybe I should wait... you know, until tonight when it's quiet and-"
"I don't think I can wait 'til then, Nance. If you don't put out now, I'm gonna go in my
own house and jack off."
She trembled. Danny's slow stroking fingers at he nape of her neck sent strange shivers
up and down her spine, shivers that met those rushing up from her cunt. Her nipples
stood up, stiffening against her blouse. It was happening all over again. She loved this
new feeling, this feeling that took her breath away.
Panting, she pulled away from the young man and sighed. Her eyes dropped toward
that bulge in Danny's crotch. Her cheeks were burning while her fingers held onto his
arms tight.
"Ohhh, don't hurt me, please..." Nancy gasped.
"I won't, don't worry about that," he smiled, moving his head to one side and tonguing
her neck while slowly unbuttoning her blouse and sliding one hand in to knead her tits.


Chapter 8

"What's wrong with the mutt?"
Nancy nearly sank through the sofa in shame. She lay there naked, her body tingling
with delight, while Danny stood next to the couch, one leg out of his Levi's.
Outside Bodego was barking angrily, at times throwing himself against the rear door of
the garage. She was glad it was dark inside. Danny wouldn't be able to see her shame
and guilt written all over her face. That damned animal!
And yet she hadn't cursed the dog the night before when his tongue lapped across her
ass-cheeks. Then she had embraced the Airedale with her knees, rubbing them against
his warm, furry sides while his tongue slopped up and down her juicing cunt.
"I dunno. Maybe he thinks you've kidnapped me or something," Nancy said, shrugging
her shoulders. "Bodego! I'm all right!"
That dog! If only she could think of something to get rid of him without arousing her
mother's suspicion. He was going to blow her cover! And if Danny found out, the word
would be all over the school. She would have to transfer, maybe even move to another
state.
Nancy shivered, still able to feel the dog's tongue licking up her inner thighs, the tip so
dangerously close to her cunt. Bodego had made her feel good! He had made her thrash
on the patio, grabbing at the grass around her while she hunched up, feeding her furry
little cunt to him.
But that was before. Now she had a human lover, a young stud who was going to take
care of her. Now there was no need for the dog wedged between her shaking knees.
And yet, there he was, barking up a storm, whimpering behind the door, pawing at the
garage door. Again Nancy shouted for him to go away.
There were a few more loud barks. Then with a whimper, he trotted away. Nancy lay
back on the couch, sighing with relief, one hand draped over the edge.
"Thought he'd bark the damned roof down," Danny said, stepping out of his trousers
and laying them carefully on top of Nancy's things.
She smiled, feeling the heat between her legs growing more and more intense, more
and more concentrated. She moved her legs back and forth, feeling the scratchy
sensation of the old pillows against her undulating thighs. A warm trickle, like a stream
of melting butter, flowed through her. It was shameful, yet exciting!
Nancy inhaled a deep breath, smiling up at the big stud who was going to tear away her
cherry. No more playing. No more dogs, none of those awful, perverted tricks.
"Ohhh, I'm so scared... scared about doing all this."
"Don't worry," Danny reassured her.
Nancy felt as if someone had turned a switch on in her head. Thoughts of safety, of her
reputation, flew out the window. Every nerve-ending in her body was lit up. There was
a sudden rush of need between her thighs. It was just like the time when the dog took
her, when all she could think about was that awful hot rushing itch between her legs.
And there it was again!
"Oooohhh!" she sighed.
She felt one of his hands covering her ass-cheeks, caressing and kneading her flesh. 
In a moment Danny was next to her. Biting her lower lip and looking shyly at the young
stud, Nancy reached down and touched his cockshaft.
"It's so hard... really hot and hard. And the way it moves when I touch it..."
"Yeahhh..." Danny sighed, closing his eyes and shuddering.
Nancy let go of his cock and rolled into Danny's arms. She loved the wiry, scratchy
sensation of his body hairs against her tits. A small, sticky drop of pre-cum warmed a
spot on her belly. For a moment she thought her body would melt into a pool of heavy,
slippery fluid.
Danny's tongue drilled into her mouth as he gripped her shoulders. He was kissing her
hard, and she fought back with her tongue. In a moment spittle frothed from the
corners of her mouth, dribbling down her cheeks and chin and wetting the pillow
behind her.
And there was the sensation of the wide, blunt end of Danny's cock, sliding up and
down the length of her wet cuntal crack. If she tilted her pussy up just a little bit, he
would be slipping that thing into her. That's what she wanted to feel. Any fears she had
before were gone, vanished before her driving sexuality. She had to have a prick inside
her, a fat cock moving in and out of her hole!
All that mattered to her now was that cock-head rubbing back and forth against her
pussy. Nancy felt more and more juice bubble out of her slit, slicking down his prick
until the room echoed with the slick, clicking sounds of fucking and sucking.
"Danny... oooohhh... you're... you're driving me crazy!" she whispered, her teeth
chattering with lust when the big stud rolled his hips.
He was shoving his cock against the top of her cuntal mound. Nancy cried out again,
shivering violently when she felt his fingers tightening on her shoulders. He was going
to do it! He was going to do it! She sighed, moving her hips toward him, tilting her
cunt up.
"Fuck it out, baby. I'm gonna ream you good, gonna fuck your head off," he muttered.
"Fuck, fuck," she groaned.
It was such a dirty-sounding word. Pronouncing it, forming her lips and whispering it
in Danny's ear, made her feel spacy, so good! And now she could feel the knob of his
cock pressing right over her clit.
She let out a little cry of delight, feeling an electric charge of sensuality seeping from
her clit to all parts of her body. Sobbing, twisting like a snake, Nancy rocked her
asscheeks from left to right, directing the end of his cockhead against one of her
cuntlips, and then the other.
"Ohhhhhhh gooooooood!" she moaned, snapping her head back against the pillow.
Her tiny clit sputtered, sending showers of delicious sexual sparks into her cunt. This
was better than the time when Danny had sucked her cunt, better than the time he had
fucked her with his fingers. And it was so much better having a man doing this to her
than a dog!
Again the image of Bodego towering over her invaded her thoughts. But she refused to
think of him, wouldn't think of that awful episode!
"Ohhhhh, fuck me," she whispered, wanting to think of nothing except Danny and his
prick.
"Yeah, Nancy, yeah. Gonna fuck you good. Gonna make you real happy!"
More and more sexual heat shot to her brain, driving out every thought except that of
fucking. She groaned, grabbing at his face, pulling his head against her throat. She
wanted to feel him all over her.
Nancy sighed, rocking her body harder and faster from side to side. The old couch
squeaked and groaned with their movements while tiny puffs of dust rose all around
them. Somewhere in the distance, Nancy could hear Bodego barking. Probably chasing
another bitch.
"Ooooohhh!" she gasped.
Danny was sucking and biting at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of lust up and
down her spine.
"Ohhhh, stop it, stop it!" she cried, holding tightly onto him.
The rushing heat in her cunt was growing more and more concentrated, more intense.
For a second she thought of him tearing at her with his teeth, ripping out her throat –
just as Bodego would have done if she hadn't opened her legs for him, let him touch
her with his snout, his tongue, his fangs!
"Nooo!" Nancy wailed.
"Come on, Nancy, it won't be that bad."
She rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cleft of her cunt against his thick cock.
She had done it, fucked herself onto his cock. A low moan seeped from her throat.
Nancy wanted his prick in her! Thoughts of her cunt, of her cherry, flooded her brain.
She needed to have that membrane broken, needed to have his cock tunneling into her
pussy. "Yeah, baby, go for it."
Danny shoved his knees up a little farther, spreading her legs apart more and more
while angling his hips.
She shuddered. Nancy could feel her cunt-lips spreading apart widely, stretching thin as
they wrapped tightly around his cock. The young stud was making strange sounds in
his throat. At times she could feel his body shaking nearly as violently as hers as more
and more of his cockmeat gurgled deep into her hole.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
His cockhead had touched her cherry. She could feel the thin membrane pressing in.
For a moment she tensed, tucking her ass away from him. But then she thought of her
resolve, of her decision to let him fuck her all the way.
She sighed, then let her hips roll toward him once more. The slippery touch of her
pussy against his cock sent another rush of delight shivering up and down her spine.
She could feel the ridge around his prickhead inside her cunt. The small, rocking
motions of his cock made her puffy lips feel bigger, more and more sensitive than
before.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yesssss!" she hissed through her teeth.
"Go for it, Nancy, go for it. In a sec I'm gonna be in all the way, then we'll really go for
it, make you feel super good."
"Now, oh now!" she cried, timing the movement of her hips to the stroking of his
fingers and the power of his sliding prick.
Nancy could feel his prick tensing up, feel his hips bumping against hers. Sucking in a
deep breath, she jerked her head to one side, biting down hard on her lower lip.
There was a short, sharp bolt of lightning that flashed up her spine and exploded in her
brain. That was followed by a tearing sensation between her legs. Fucking! Really
fucking! That's what they were doing!
She cried out, the cords of her neck sticking out as she felt her cherry being ripped
away, destroyed forever. In that flash of a second, Nancy was catapulted from innocence
into womanhood. Almost before she knew it, she had crossed over a line she would
never be able to recross. And strangely enough she felt no regrets. After a while it hurt
her less than a skinned elbow. Moving to one side, Nancy started to sob quietly against
Danny's shoulder.
"Oh yeah, yeah, you're okay now." The sensuous feelings were overwhelming her.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me... all the way," she whispered, feeling so naughty.
"All the way," Danny whispered, holding her down hard.
Nancy moved her hips again, driving up, loving the steamy, belly-filling tension starting
up from her crotch. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing her cunt higher and
higher onto his stiff prick.
"Man, you want this bad, real bad," Danny moaned, glad that she was a quick turn-on.
"Yes, oh yes, fuck me!"
Danny grunted, shoving forward and up. With a greasy slide, the head of his prick
popped in farther, forcing the itchy walls of her cunt far apart. His cock was tunneling
into her cunt all the way! It was so strange, so odd having something foreign inside her
pussy. She twisted around on the sofa, making her cunt work against his cock.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Nancy panted.
"Fuckin', baby, fuckin'!"
His cock was all the way in now. How good it was. She rested on his cock. And then
she tried something that later seemed so natural to her. She contracted her cuntmuscles,
milking lightly at his prick without moving her hips. Danny groaned on top of her, his
body shuddering.
"I... uhhh... I never met a girl who did that," he confessed, tonguing hard into her ear.
"Ohhhh..." Nancy gasped.
The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move again. She seemed to know all the
moves by instinct. Danny told her to do a few things and she followed, adding a touch
here and there that delighted them both.
When she arched her back, he pulled his cock out until the ridge around his knob
tugged at her outer labes.
"God!" she shouted, clawing at him with her fingernails.
"Baby, oh baby!"
Nancy swivelled, pressing her ass against the sofa, then tensing her muscles and driving
her tits and chest up against Danny. More! She needed more! She needed more cock
inside her, more sensation around her.
Gritting her teeth, Nancy slid up, impaling herself on the stud's prick. How good it was
feeling his cock stirring around, the head of his prick touching all parts of her pussy.
Grinding against him harder, Nancy felt that long bar of cockmeat reaching deeper,
actually pressing her intestines to one side.
"Oooohhhh!" Nancy found herself moaning louder now.
She kissed him long and hard, tearing her mouth away from his and gasping for air.
Danny had slipped both hands under her ass-cheeks now and was squeezing them,
pulling them apart and that movement helped rub her cuntlips against his prick. Again
and again he repeated that move, driving her insane.
"No, no!" Nancy heard herself sobbing, crying out. The roar of her pulse, the beating of
her heart, everything drove her wild with sensation. Her first time, her very first time
and she was going mad with lust!
She ground her clit against Danny, loving the sensation of his prick in her cunt. There
was that steady beat of his cockhead too, slamming against her pussy walls. In and out,
in and out. And everytime he pulled out, gouts of cunt juice spilled from her hole,
trickling down into her asscrack, into her shitter! Sensations began to merge into one
golden feeling that whirled in her cunt. Soon, she knew she was going to cum. And this
would be a climax she would never forget. Her first cum with a prick in her cunt!
His prick bumped steadily against her clit, driving the sexy feeling between her legs
even higher. She felt her cuntlips stretching, like a tightly pulled rubberband. She was
vibrating inside, about to break with the violent sensations racing through her. Nancy
was dripping sweat, the salt stinging her eyes. "Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" She was
all the way down on his fat cock now. Nancy could feel the vibrations in her clit getting
stronger, more violent. She moved her ass around in circles, feeling his prick stirring
her insides even more violently than before.
"Ohhhh, soon... I... I can't... oh soon, soon," Nancy breathed.
She had her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, at times rising off the couch each
time Danny pulled his cock from her cunthole and jerked up his thighs. She pushed
down internally. Her asscheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again. Every part of her
body was turning on! She was losing control of everything! "Nooooooo!" she wailed.
Danny dug his fingernails into her asscheeks, slapping them at times. His cock was
pistoning hard into her, his balls slapping against her asscheeks. The insides of her
thighs flashed cold then hot, while more and more cunt juice seeped from her hole. She
felt her entire body turning into a rubbery mass of fluid. And there was that ever
present whirling globe of hunger growing in her cunt. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Nancy tossed her hips with a wild abandon. Soon she would be cumming, cumming
fast and hard! As the heat rushed through her pussy, Nancy held her breath. An angry
fire started at the mouth of her cunthole. Her belly seemed to bulge with cockmeat,
swelling with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto that rock-hard bar of
his cock.
"Shit, baby!"
Nancy felt herself exploding into millions of pieces. She could feel his jizz spattering
into her pussy. He was doing it, actually doing it! She felt him sending jolt after jolt of
his jizz into her pussy! Catastrophic waves of climax ripped from her cunt, making
every muscle in her body spasm. She cried out, kicking and biting and scratching at
Danny while the massive thrusts of his .cum kept spurting out.
"Oh, oh God!"
Nancy felt her cunt become wet and hot and clenching. She milked at the bucking
squirting prick between her legs. Her head snapped back while her tits jiggled like jello.
"Oh yeah, yeah!"
The climax seemed to go on for years. When it was finally over, Nancy lay in
exhaustion, barely able to catch her breath. She felt Danny's fingers playing around
with her nipples, his palms pressing against her tits. It was so good to feel him resting
beside her.
"You dig it?" he asked, flicking his tongue into her ear.
"Ohhhh yes, yes, let's do it again," she purred, feeling so soft and warm and glowy
inside.
"We will... but maybe later. Your mom..."
"Don't worry about her," she sighed, sliding one arm back around Danny's broad
shoulders and drawing him against her. "She'll never know."


Chapter 9

"Nancy?"
Donna stood in the kitchen, setting down the shopping bags on the table and shaking
several strands of blonde hair from her face. It was awfully quiet in the house – too
quiet. She had been gone for nearly two hours, enjoying this day to herself.
Sunday brought out a mellowness in people, and she had enjoyed watching others
strolling along the shopping mall.
"Nancy?"
There was scratching at the door.
Bodego! Only Bodego. Only that Airedale.
Donna glanced up at the kitchen clock again, rubbing her sweaty palms against her
sides. There was still time. And even if someone came in, no one would dare burst into
her room. They'd have to kick the door down.
"Here, boy."
Her voice was dry, cracked, as she opened the kitchen door and let the animal in.
"Upstairs."
Bodego panted, trotting close behind his mistress as she climbed the stairs. Her
breathing was becoming labored again, forced, as she reached the top of the landing
and paused.
That burning itch all over again! Damn, when would it ever leave her alone? Would it
ever stop pulsing like that, taking away all her thoughts except those that had to do
with fucking, with sex? She ran her fingers lightly through her hair, letting out another
shuddering sigh.
Squaring her shoulders, Donna walked down the hall, feeling so high – almost as if one
of the kids on the block had given her a puff of marijuana or something stronger. Her
fingers trembled as they reached for the doorknob of her bedroom door.
"Inside."
The afternoon light was starting to fade. Self-consciously Donna threw the windowshade 
three-quarters of the way down, letting in enough light so she could see the
animal, watch what he did to her body.
Quickly she shed her clothes, feeling the sexy slide of her blouse, her bra, her panties
and skirt rustle over her flesh and float to the floor. In a moment she was on the bed,
having thrown back the sheets and kicked them over the edge.
"Come here, come here," she gasped, throwing away all sense of shame, of propriety.
Now she was patting the mattress, feeling her face redden. Even now there was a little
embarrassment at what was happening to her. Her life had changed so much in the past
few days. At first there had been no thought of sex. All her life seemed devoted to her
daughter. And now – now thoughts of Nancy were vague, almost hostile. Sex was
rearing its head. It was wonderful, hotly exciting! She lay there, feeling herself burning
up with lust. Her nostrils flared. How she enjoyed having that dog licking her cunt.
Donna moaned, slowly drawing her fingers up her belly, up to her tits, pinching her
nipples while pushing her knees farther apart.
She could feel the silky, slippery rub of the sheets against the backs of her thighs and
calves as she called once more to the panting dog.
"Here, Bodego, here, up here with me."
The dog crossed over to the bed and bounded up. Sitting on his haunches with his
tongue hanging out, he stared at her, tilting his head. She could feel his breath on her
belly. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything else in the world!
"Ohhhh, good dog."
And Donna knew why she wanted that animal touching her so badly. Danny! She had
been thinking about him for a long time – these past few days. She pictured him
naked, standing by the side of her bed, his long cock standing straight up, practically
crying out for her. How would it feel? It had been so long since she'd been with a man.
How did his cock feel?
Those thoughts made her move her hand up, up and back, until she had it slipping
under the animal's chest. Donna could hear Bodego's breathing increase as her fingers
found his thinning hair, found her knuckles brushing up against his hard, bony,
knobby cock.
"Oh!"
Donna shook her head, biting down hard on her lower lip. She had to watch herself
closely or she would step over a terrible boundary. She couldn't do that, let something
awful like that happen.
"Good dog," she gasped, feeling his cock sliding out from his body.
Donna trembled, feeling her mind spinning around and around. She pulled at the loose
skin in a way she thought would excite him. The dog growled, lapping at her wrist,
then bending down his neck and licking himself.
Donna groaned, letting go and falling back on the bed. She squeezed her asscheeks
together, tilting her cunt up toward the animal. The dog turned around, nosing her
thigh, then dragging his tongue up along her cuntal mound.
"Oooooooohhh!" she sighed.
Donna was already forgetting that it was a dog's tongue, an animal's mouth dragging
across her cunt. She always forgot when her pussy got this hot! It was that hunger, that
awful sexual hunger that made her forget about Bodego, about herself.
"Touch me... oh yes, there, oh God yes... there!"
It was unbelievable that a dog could do this to her. It had happened again and again.
And still she found it hard to understand. What was it inside her that made her
respond to this kind of sex? Were there other women around who
did the same kind of thing? Did they close their shades, sneak behind locked doors and
go down on their pets? "Yessssss... Bodego!" Donna couldn't think right now. She
reached down and pulled her cuntlips farther apart with her fingers. She wanted his
hot, slick tongue touching every inch of her pussy.
Closing her eyes, working her ass from side to side, Donna wanted to feel Bodego's
tongue slipping in her hole, touching all the spots that made her feel so good. Again
she could feel the sheets gathering up under her wiggling asscheeks, growing damp
from her juice and the animal's spit as she tumbled toward climax. "Damnit, oh
goddamn it!" She was whimpering, clawing at the dog, then at the bed.
"Harder... harder..." She was moaning softly to herself, rolling her head slowly from
side to side. Why couldn't it be harder? Why couldn't that friction be a little harder –
like a cock!
That thought sent another shiver racing through her body. Cock. Prick! Bodego had a
cock – a nice, long, knobby one that stood straight out from between his hindquarters.
If only she had the courage! If only she could force herself to kick away the restraints
that society had put on her, then she could really satisfy that burning itch driving her
crazy now. "Ohhhh..."
Donna could hear her cuntlips squishing around his plowing snout. And she was doing
more than just opening her pussy to the Airedale. She moved her fingers around her
cuntlips, rubbing the slippery folds, then pulling them farther and farther apart.
She gasped. Her head was spinning. Bodego was starting to edge his teeth against the
hollows of her thighs. Then he licked up against her pussy again. She groaned, arching
her back and shivering. Donna couldn't believe the feelings shooting through her now.
She pushed one finger into her cunt and moved it around, feeling the velvety walls
shuddering.
"Unnghhh... ooooohhh!"
She bucked and thrashed like a crazy woman on the bed, hearing the headboard rattling
against the wall. She didn't care if the neighbors heard it, heard her crying out to the
animal. This was wonderful, one of the best feelings she had ever had in the whole
world! The dog's tongue was lapping at her white knuckles as she moved two fingers
into her cunt now, scraping the shivering walls with her nails.
"God!"
A particularly powerful spasm shot through her cunt, knocking the wind from her
lungs.
Donna writhed on the bed, flailing her heels wildly against the mattress. Fucking.
Fucking. She wanted to fuck, to have something very hot and hard sawing in and out of
her cunt! "Fucking..."
Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. Just saying it, thinking about it made her
dizzy. She grabbed at the fur around Bodego's neck. She shoved the animal's snout into
her seeping cunt, feeling the stubby fur tickling the sensitive pussymeat near her clit.
She needed something to fill herself with. Fingers weren't enough. She wanted to be
full, to have that sensation of a cock inside her, spilling jizz in her cunt!
"Ooohhh!"
Bodego whimpered, digging in his legs, trying to pull back.
Again Donna grabbed the Airedale and shoved his snout into her cunt, jerking him
back and forth, growling like an animal while beating her legs against the dog's sides.
"In! In! In!"
In exasperation Donna let go, her arms dropping loosely to her sides. The dog was
licking harder and faster at her cunt, concentrating on her clit. That was better, a little
bit better. She rolled from side to side, rubbing the backs of her legs against the top
sheet while encouraging the Airedale.
"Oh yes, Bodego... goooooood doggie, that's right! God, yes, touch me there... lick me,
lick meeee... oh God! Yes, there!"
At times Donna tried to imagine a cock touching her now. A man's cock, maybe
Danny's cock. But there wasn't a cock there. It should be harder, more insistent.
The dog was growling and gouging roughly around the edges of her cunt. His back
humped as his instincts started guiding him. Donna knew what he wanted, what he
needed. She sucked in a deep breath, shoving one arm under her chest and rolling over.
"Bodego, here!"
She had done it! She had really done it! Donna found herself panting heavily, her head
spinning around. She was kneeling on her hands and knees, her head drooping down,
her long blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. And there raised up, poised for
fucking, was her cunt.
"Oh please, Bodego, here... here, please come to me," Donna whispered.
She curled her fingers, clawing at the sheet while dropping her head low enough for it
to brush the pillow. Spreading her knees farther apart, angling her ass up, the attractive
blonde knelt there, waiting for the Airedale to make his move.
It didn't take Bodego long to figure out what Donna wanted. He sniffed tentatively at
her cunt, opened his maw and licked each of her asscheeks.
Donna shivered. The touch of his tongue in this position signified something much
more than a simple lick job.
"Oh God!"
It was worth sacrificing her self-respect to have that excruciating hot itch taken care of.
It would take a cock, a good hard cock to handle her now. And that was what Bodego
had dangling from between his hindlegs.
"Ohhhh..." Donna gasped.
She closed her eyes again. It was just the touch, just the sensation of something very
hot, very hard, very real, pumping in and out of her cunt. That's what she needed, what
she was going to get.
"Please, Bodego..."
She felt his paws scratching at her ass, felt his tongue dragging along her inner thighs
once more. Then he was on top of her! It was happening! She felt his chest sliding over
the tops of her asscheeks, moving up, up past her waist, past her tits, while his forelegs
wrapped around her sides.
In a moment she could feel the warm furry brush of his hindlegs bumping up against
the backs of her knees. He had mounted her, really mounted her the way he would
mount a bitch.
Donna let out a hoarse laugh. She was a bitch, a bitch who wagged her ass in front of
her pet, dying for him to lick her, then fuck her. She was going to have that knobby
boner sliding in and out of her cunt. She had asked for it, had practically gotten down
on her hands and knees and pleaded for it.
"Ohhhhh yesssss!" she hissed.
Claws were scraping her skin, leaving long red marks along her sides. The dog was
hugging her, resting his head on her back. Donna could feel his breath blowing against
the back of her neck, hear him whimpering with delight and lust.
And then there was that touch, that hot slick touch of his prick rubbing against her
thighs. He was about to stab his cock into her cunt. She could feel his nervous prancing
behind her, the movement of his legs against hers.
"Oh hurry, Bodego, hurry! God, I can't wait much longer!" She moaned, her head
swaying from side to side.
Bodego was tucking his ass under, tucking it sharply in the instinctive movements of
fucking. She felt a wild thrill fill her chest. Soon, very, very soon.
She moved from side to side, feeling her heavy tits pulling at her chest sexily. Her
shapely ass moved and dipped. Something brushed against her juicing cuntal crack. It
was that hard prick she had been dying for.
"Oh yes, yes! Yessssss!"
It was finally going to happen. Donna thought she was going to faint from the
anticipation. She knelt there, her heart beating so loudly and so hard that she thought it
was going to tear through her ribs! Her throat and mouth were dry while her chest
tightened more and more. Fucking. Hard, heavy fucking! She needed it, wanted it bad!
"Fuck, fuck..." Donna babbled, throwing her ass around to urge the dog on.
Again she couldn't believe she was doing this. One part of her refused to accept the fact
that she could get down on her hands and knees and lower herself to an animal! What
kind of woman was she? What kind of mother was she to do this kind of thing, to have
a dog mounting her in her own bedroom, have him drive his cock in and out of her
cunt? How could she possibly tell her daughter what was right and wrong when she
had stooped to this level?
"Uuuuuhhh..." she groaned.
There was a flash of fear and shame radiating through her mind. It flashed through her
just as she felt the red barb start to penetrate her pussy. Her head jerked up, her face
blanching while her eyes rounded.
Donna felt Bodego starting to fuck her. "God!"
His forelegs tensed around her body. She felt him hugging her harder, felt his cock start
to make its entry. Slowly, carefully the animal was shoving his bumpy cock into her
pussy.
Donna shivered, feeling juice oozing out around his tunneling prick. Yes. It was true.
She was getting fucked by a dog!
"No!"
Even as hot as she was, she couldn't accept the fact that a dog was fucking her. In a
second Donna found herself crawling forward, screaming at the top of her lungs,
swatting back at the dog.
When Bodego tried to mount her again, she found the strength to toss him over the
side of the bed and off her body. Now, in spite of the rush of feelings driving her mad,
Donna couldn't bring herself to lower her body to that level.
"Get away!"
And yet she had come so close to doing it, to throwing herself completely into the
gutter. In some ways she was worse than a street whore.
"Oh God," she moaned, clutching at her hair, feeling panicked and burning with desire.
Donna grabbed her dressing gown and threw it around her shoulders. She watched as
the dog settled down on her skirt and blouse, nosing her bra, then rolling up his eyes
toward her. It was obscene, horribly, awfully obscene! "Ohhhh..."
A warm trickle of her cuntal juice ran down the insides of her thighs.
Holding both hands over her eyes, Donna rushed from the room, wishing she were
dead.


Chapter 10

"I... I can't believe this, can't believe I've done this."
Donna stood at the foot of the stairs, leaning heavily against the bannister. The big hall
clock ticked steadily, the only sound in the big house except for Donna's heavy
breathing.
What her frustration had driven her to! Thinking back on it, she could hardly believe
she had done that awful thing, had gotten down on the bed and let the dog fuck her.
Had he fucked her? Had his cock penetrated her enough for her to call that a fuck? She
shivered, rubbing her fingers briskly up and down her arms. It didn't matter. She had
thought about it and that was bad enough. She would have to get a man, get someone
to take care of her next time.
Or, perhaps the next time she would go all the way, would let the dog stick his prick all
the way in her and then... then he would dump his load of spunk up her Cunt. Donna
laughed bitterly.
"God!"
A man. Oh God, she needed a man. Leaning against the handrail, she thought of
Danny. She didn't care about their age difference, about the fact that he lived next door
and was more her daughter's age than hers.
Donna gasped, her cunt burning more furiously than ever. Only a cock could put out
that fire! Only jizz from a man's prick could extinguish the flames searing her clit.
"Ohhh..."
As if in answer to her prayers, she heard footsteps at the kitchen door. Clutching the
edges of her robe tightly, Donna stood there, her face flushed, her thighs trembling
while the door opened up. From the heavy footfall she knew it was Danny.
"Oh, Mrs. Phillips! Hi. I finished downstairs with everything."
Donna felt her body shaking with lust, with anticipation, with fear.
"Nancy... did she come home?"
Her voice was throaty, unnatural. Surely he must know something was wrong. Surely
he must guess that, standing there in only her bathrobe, her fingers clutching the sheer
material, something was up.
"Oh yeah. She came by earlier. Said she was going over to her girlfriend's for a while –
something about her not being home earlier and there was lots of stuff she wanted...
wanted to talk about..."
Danny saw something was wrong, something definitely was out of kilter.
Donna's heart pounded; her cunt seeped hot juice that still dribbled down her thighs.
Couldn't he see she was going crazy with desire? Couldn't he see that she wanted him,
wanted him between her legs?
"She's not gonna be home for a while," Danny added, his voice changing.
That tone! She had heard it before in her husband's voice when he had wanted to go to
bed with her.
"Oh? Well, I guess I won't... have to make dinner early and... and..." she stammered.
All she could think of at the time was her burning cunt and Danny's big, powerful
body in front of her. The clock seemed to tick louder and louder beind her. Her nostrils
flared again. Could he smell her hot cunt?
Donna felt as if she couldn't get her breath. She put one hand to her tits, closed her
eyes, felt the room swaying around her.
"You okay?"
"Yes, yes, it's just that-"
"I think I know."
Those words, those wonderful words made her heart explode with excitement. Opening
her eyes, she saw Danny smile. But it was more than just a smile. It was that quirk of
his lips at the corners, the teasing slant of his eyes.
Donna felt as weak as a kitten. Here was a boy nearly half her age, and yet he was
lording over her, making her feel like a three-year-old! The sensation was dangerously
pleasant, one she had been waiting for.
"Please, I..." It was the last attempt for her to protest.
He came up to her, slipped one hand around her waist and drew her to him.
"No, don't... I..."
His lips were so hot. They were on the side of her face now. Hot and wet.
"Nancy..."
"Forget Nancy," Danny said, smoothing his fingers across her forehead. "She won't be
home for a while. We've got plenty of time."
"We?" she whispered.
She knew what he meant, felt the heat of his body burning through her gown. Danny's
mother... how would she ever be able to look her in the face again?
"Ohhh..." Donna sighed.
He was whispering something, something about how beautiful she was.
Donna moaned, feeling his fingers opening her gown. She felt the nylon inch down the
tops of her tits, cling for a second on her large red nipples, then open completely.
Danny sighed, lowering his head. She could feel his breath on her breastbone, then on
her tits. In a moment she felt his mouth cupping one nipple, his tongue wetting the
dark areola. The gown fell open another inch to completely expose her cunt.
"Oh nice, nice," he whispered, rubbing his fingers gently over her pussyflesh.
"Oh this... this can't be happening. Oh, it really can't," she whispered, her head tilted
back, her mouth opened and letting out little gasps of delight.
"You're somethin' else, really somethin' else... like... like a teenager, Mrs. Phillips."
"Oh, call me Donna. Please, please, call me Donna."
Mrs. Phillips sounded so matronly. And that's exactly what she didn't want to feel like
right now. Now, she was no one's matron, no one's mother. She was Donna Phillips, a
woman, a woman who needed affection, love, a real hard fuck!
"Ughhhhh!"
"Okay... Donna," Danny said, looking up at the panting woman and smiling.
Donna was rocking back and forth, thinking her knees were going to give way at any
moment. She felt her ass rubbing against the handrail. Juice flooded from her pussy,
wetting down her thighs and Danny's fingers.
She was hot, really wet, really wanting him to touch her all over, to fuck her. When his
finger slipped into her cunt and touched her clit, Donna thought she was going to drop
to the floor. Danny caught her, dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her hard.
No man had kissed her for so long. Donna thrashed against him, driving her tongue
into his mouth, sucking hard on his while hunching back and forth on his hand.
"Fuck me... please, please fuck me, Danny. Oh God, please..." she whimpered, begging
him as she had begged the Airedale moments before.
"Show me where your bedroom is..."
"I can't walk. I know I can't," she moaned,
leaning heavily against him.
Danny laughed softly, bent down and scooped her up.
She clung to him, her hands locked tightly behind his neck. They went up the stairs...
or at least Donna thought they did. It was so hard to concentrate, to take it in... what
was happening. The next thing she knew she was lying on her bed. She had heard
Danny chasing out Bodego, the dog growling and snapping in protest as the door
slammed in his face.
"You're too good to be true," he murmured, crossing his hands and pulling his T-shirt
off.
In a moment Donna watched him tugging open his Levi's after having pulled off his
tennis shoes.
The zipper went down. And then... and then!
"Oh!" she gasped.
Big! His cock was... huge! His prick was just what she needed to take care of that
horrible itchy ache between her legs.
"Oh God, God..."
Danny knew what was on her mind and he smiled. Like daughter like mother, he said
to himself.
Donna held her breath, not believing her good luck. She stared at his cock – that
wonderful marvelous prick sticking straight up from between his legs. The head of his
cock was already a purplish color, and veins stood out so hard against the outer
skin,*throbbing with lust.
Donna tried to guess how big he was across the head of his prick. Two inches? She
didn't know, didn't really care. It would take a monster like that to ease the sensations
racing through her now.
"Ohhhh, Donna..." he sighed, sliding into bed, making the woman almost go into
shock.
In a moment his face was between her thighs, his mouth on her cunt. Donna arched
her back, easing her knees back, back until they were nearly touching her tits while her
ass writhed madly back and forth against his face. She felt his lips smoothing teasingly
against her inner cuntlips, his teeth gouging her as well. His tongue was going in and
out, in and out, like a tiny cock. Danny was going to fuck her, drive his cock up her
cunt.
"Ummmmmmm!" she moaned.
"You move your ass nice."
He was kissing up her belly, under her tits, then sucking her nipples again. This was
too much for her to take! She felt herself swirling around in a whirlpool of emotion, of
sensation.
"I... I want it now... oh please, give it to me now!" Donna begged, clawing his
shoulders.
"Okay, okay, you'll get it. I'll give it to you so hard you won't be able to walk."
She felt something hot and hard pressing against her outer cuntlips, forcing itself inside.
Her pussylips flattened back. His fat cockhead kept moving in, brushing up against the
tingling trigger of her clit.
At the same time Danny pushed his fingers through her blonde hair, holding her face
up and kissing her hard. Donna gasped with the lovely sensations rushing through her.
And there was that steady pushing from his hips, that hard cock shoving in deeper and
deeper.
"Oh yes, yes," Donna moaned, rolling her head from side to side. "It feels like you're
splitting me apart."
Danny dragged his cock back a little, then pushed up again, his knees bumping hard
against her upturned ass.
Donna had to feel how it was down there, how it felt with her fingers. Biting her lower
lip, she pushed one hand down her belly. Danny, guessing her move, made room
between them. She shoved her fingers into the tangle of his cockhairs.
She sighed, feeling his huge cockhead. It was wet with her juices, feeling so hot that she
thought it would explode with his hot cum at any second.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Danny sighed, starting to fuck her deeper.
Donna thought she would come apart. After all these years, finally a fuck – a good,
hard fuck!


Chapter 11

"Ohhhhhh! In me! In me!" Donna cried. His prick was halfway inside her when her
cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on his cock.
Danny's breath caught. He let out a cry and nearly flopped down on top of her.
"Christ! You're gonna snap off my dick if you keep doin' that."
"I can't help it," Donna gasped.
"Just don't cut it off," Danny said, trying to smile.
"Oh, ohh!" she gasped.
Donna could tell her spasm had passed. Her cunt muscles released his cock, letting
Danny's prick slide in a little deeper. She loved it, loved the sensation of his cock going
into her hot, gushing cunt.
How delicious it was feeling her insides stretching out around his big shaft. It had been
long, so long since she'd felt this full! Donna had forgotten what a wonderful feeling it
was.
His cock was going deep, sooooo deep! And still there were inches more out there for
him to slip into her pussy. He was going to fuck her all the way, all the way until she
could feel his balls resting up against her ass.
"Ummmmmmmm! Oh more, more!" she cried.
"You're hot, Donna... one of the hottest women I've ever fucked," he gasped.
Donna cried out as she felt his heavy balls swing up against her asscheeks. She thought
about the size of his cock, and it made her dizzy with wonder and delight. And when
Danny started pulling his prick back, holding onto her for balance, it felt as if her
insides were being yanked out with a suction cup! That wild sensation of her cuntal
walls collapsing behind his retreating cockhead was almost too much to stand.
"Uuuuhhhh... Danny... it's wonderful, sooooo wonderful!" "Go for it, baby, go for it."
"Ohhhhh, Danny!"
She kissed his chin and cheeks, then his mouth.
Danny kissed back, sucking her tongue while moving his hands around to her asshole.
He started fucking her hard and fast now. She could feel his balls slapping her ass
harder and harder, feel his prick pounding faster and faster. He was fucking her brains
out. All she could think of was that friction, the sensation of his cock tearing through
her pussy, scratching that terrible itch that had driven her crazy for so long.
"Too good to be true! Ohhh, baby, you're too fuckin' good to be true!" Danny gasped.
It felt so odd to have fingers sliding between her asscheeks. It was something her
husband liked doing, something that added a special spice to fucking. And Danny was
doing it now, driving her up the wall with his touch. She especially liked it when his
touch lingered for a second on her asshole. There were sensitive nerves there. Perhaps
some other time they'd explore the possibility of stimulating her asshole a little more.
"Uuughhhh!" Donna gasped.
"Get on top."
"What...why, I..." Before she could say or do anything else, she felt him rolling around
with her.
In a moment Donna felt herself breathing easier, her cunt still pierced by his fat cock.
How odd, how different it felt to be straddling him, her knees stretched on either side
of his body. For the first few moments her movements were awkward. And then... then
she started moving, rolling her ass from side to side, feeling that white hot core of joy
searing her pussy.
She was hot, too hot to hold off any more. That sudden change, that move had done it.
Bouncing up and down on his cock, Donna snapped her head from side to side. Her
tits slapped together, her knees jerked up, then slipped down. And then her cries turned
to yelping fits as the final excruciating flames burned her cunt.
Up and down, up and down she bounced, feeling the ecstasy crashing into her cunt.
Dropping down to Danny, she felt him holding and kissing her while she fucked herself
on his cock.
Minutes later she found herself face down on the bed, hugging the young boy's body.
"You didn't cum?" she whispered, looking at him.
"I'm pretty damned close... really close," Danny said, looking at her.
Donna knew what he wanted. There didn't have to be words. She felt one hand on the
side of her face. Her husband had done that when he wanted to get sucked off.
"Come on, it won't bite."
"Oh, I know," Donna said, brushing back her hair, feeling wild and free for the first
time in a long time.
She slid down between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock. At
that point Donna heard a rustling by the door, a clicking of the lock. Danny apparently
hadn't closed the door all that well. Bodego had jumped against it and knocked it open,
trotting into the room, stopping by the edge of the bed.
"He sure likes to be where the action is. Nice dog, though," he commented.
Donna thought her heart was going to stop. That dog again! Shooting him a warning
look, she sat and watched Danny slump down on his back and close his eyes. Sticking
out her tongue, touching the underside of his cock with her lips, she watched as the boy
writhed in joyful agony. She extended her tongue a little more, then slipped it back and
forth, watching the boy jerk uncontrollably under her.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhh!" Danny sighed.
He started to reach out with one hand, then fell back again. At that moment the dog
bounded up on the bed and rubbed against her. Donna turned around and shook one
finger at him, steadying Danny's throbbing cock so she could lower her mouth to it
again.
"Suck it, baby, suck it."
But Donna was worried about what was going on behind her. She had already dropped
her mouth halfway down, rubbing her tongue over that high ridge that ran down the
backside of his prick.
Danny was moaning soft and low, bouncing his hairy ass around the bed, making the
mattress squeak and groan under his weight. She loved it, loved the sound he made, the
sound of her mouth working over his hard cock. She loved that cock in her mouth, her
lips tightening around the smooth head of his cock.
But another jab of fear shot through her when she felt the dog's snout brush against her
pussy. He was getting bolder. And then he was working her cuntlips apart now with his
snout, breathing against them, making them hotter.
Donna drooped her head down as the swarmy feeling washed over her. She dropped
her lips slackly against Danny's dick. She was frantic with the fear of discovery. And the
sloppy noises Bodego was making wouldn't go undiscovered for long. She swatted back
at the dog again.
"What's wrong... ohhhh, yeah, I see now," he said, his eyebrows arching.
"But I'm not a dog," she whimpered, half with shame, half with lust.
"Yeah, yeah, well, I don't mind. I think your cunt's pretty good, and so does the
pooch."
"Then you... you don't mind?" Donna stammered with disbelief.
"Naw. It's kind of a turn-on."
Donna sighed, unable to grasp the workings of Danny's mind. "The young. They didn't
seem to care about anything. For a moment she wondered about her daughter. Did
Nancy think the same way?
She went back to what she was doing. Turning her head, Donna bit down the side of
the veined shaft, tickling that hardness with her teeth and tongue until Danny writhed
on the bed. That teasing tickling wetness was almost like the tickling going on in her
cunt.
Donna felt her head fall heavily over the shaft in front of her. When the crown gouged
her tonsils, she swallowed hard, tasting his cum coating her throat. And behind her
Bodego pushed his snout into her cuntal opening. She felt her cunt muscles convulsing
around that invasion. The Airedale grunted with satisfaction and drove his tongue in
wild lapping frenzies all over her clutching cunt. The hair curled around the sides of
her cuntlips, wet with the dog's spit.
"Oh baby, go for it, suck me off real good... ughhh... like that."
Donna spread her knees farther apart, feeling the dog hunkering down between her
dripping thighs.
"Ohhhh, that dog's licking me soooo good! Sooooooo good!" she moaned.
"Yeah, yeah, it's turning me on, damn it!" Danny groaned.
Donna concentrated again on the wonderful licking up and down her cunt, sucking
hard on his cock.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she moaned.
Bodego had centered his licking against her clit now. The tiny pink bump had become
erect and very sensitive. It felt as if a tiny cock were stimulating it. It was so good, so
very, very good!
She was babbling to Danny, to the dog, wagging her ass from side to side. Spit leaked
from the corners of her mouth and wet down Danny's tangled cockhairs. His balls were
pulled up high in their sac from the tension created by her mouth. And behind her,
there was Bodego, quickening his lapping action, knowing there was a dual climax up
ahead.
"God!"
Danny pounded the mattress and cursed.
Donna felt like a sex-crazed woman.
And an animal was behind her, servicing her cunt. And was he ever eating it! She could
feel his fangs now, feel them pressing into her soppy cuntlips.
Up and down her head bobbed, the movement making her a little dizzy.
"Fffffuuuuuucccccckkkk!" Danny screamed.
He was cumming. He was cumming. A powerful spray of cum shot into the back of her
throat.
Donna swallowed it down. And then came another, and another and another. Bodego's
mouth was gone. She felt her asscheeks between his jaws. The pull of her nipped flesh,
the strain of it against her clit, shoved her to the edge. She struggled to keep her
concentration, to keep sucking. Hot dribbles of cum seeped down her throat.
Danny was shoving his hips up and down faster and faster, jabbing his prickhead
against her mouth, against her tonsils. Donna loved his slimy jizz.
Donna felt her mind becoming dazed. The hard cock in her mouth was going soft
already. She felt it slipping from the corners of her mouth. And the dog was still behind
her, bumping his head against her thighs, keeping
them open. He was up on his paws now, driving his jaws against her cunt. And Danny
was watching! She could barely see him as he pushed himself up to be closer to the
action.
She couldn't stop the dog. And Danny! He was helping Bodego, actually holding one of
her legs up and open for the dog.
Donna whimpered, feeling herself cumming. And as the dog ate her cunt, nibbling
around her clit, she felt his haunches shiver. He was making those violent animal
fucking movements. Bodego was ready to cum again.
Donna thrashed crazily on the groaning bed, jerking her cunt up and down against the
tongue raping her. And it was good, soooo good. Thrilling jolts of lust exploded in her
cunt. And then there were those strings of doggie cum against the backs of her legs.
They were both cumming.
Both of them, woman and dog, while her boy lover watched and helped.
Soon the dog fell back drained. But another spasm and another rocked Donna. She
cried out to be touched, to be fucked.
Reaching around, Danny shoved in three fingers, fucking her pussy. Donna squirmed
against his knuckles, fucking herself on his hand, feeling herself finish her climax with a
wild cry of joy.
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby, yeah, you're hot, really hot. I wanna do this again real soon,"
Danny whispered, lying next to her and stroking her tits, thinking Nancy could take a
few lessons from her mother.
"Yes. There's so much for you to do in the basement. Lots," she whispered dreamily,
closing her eyes and feeling his fingers stroking her cunt.
She could always find some excuse to get rid of Nancy. Her daughter would just have to
understand.
"Kiss me," she demanded, feeling herself float away.
Several blocks away Nancy sat with her good friend Patty.
"And then... well, he said he'd see me later tonight."
"To... fuck you?" Patty said, her eyes rounding with excitement.
"Yeah," Nancy said, dreamily stroking her bare legs. "Of course there's my mom to get
around. But she doesn't know any better. She's so square."
"Maybe you could give her some pointers."
The girls giggled nervously.
"She sure could use some. I'll bet she doesn't even think about men any more," Nancy
said, shrugging, thinking about the coming evening. Yes, poor mother. But that was her
problem. Tonight... tonight the stars were going to shine brightly, and just for her!


THE END
