A BEAST FOR MOM
By Paul Gable


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy. Indeed, such passions may be so strongly repressed and hidden
that they will emerge only under the most extreme conditions. When this happens, the
individual involved is often as startled as those around him.
Laura Urban is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her
a love of perversity lies coiled like a snake, awaiting only the proper stimulus to arouse
it.
A BEAST FOR MOM – the story of a woman who must come to terms with her own
nature and needs. A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as
food for serious thought.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Wow... ohhhhhhh, wow oh wow!"
Vikki Urban lay in bed, her heels hanging over the edge of the mattress. That tingle,
that awful, itchy tingle had gotten worse and worse until this evening 
she just couldn't stand it. Laying there in the dark and naked in bed, the perky
teenaged blonde rocked her thighs from side to side, gasping for air, feeling the subtle
rub of her buttery cuntlips against one another as she rubbed the backs of her legs
against the top sheet.
"Oh, oh, it's soooo... goood..."
Vikki had never thought of herself as a sex-pot. Most of the times she had driven
thoughts of sex from her mind. Her mother had helped her on that part. Don't touch
yourself. Don't walk a certain way, boys will get excited. Don't date too often. There
were lists and lists of don'ts her mother had for her, and that list had worked up to
now. Watching her friends holding hands with guys, kissing them right in the school
halls, Vikki felt so jealous, so left out. There was nothing she could, do, it seemed.
This day had been worse than the others, however.
Vikki drew her hands flat over her belly, fanning out her fingers, feeling the tips
touching her curly blonde cuntal hairs. The girl shivered, pushing her head back, back
into the crushed pillow behind her.
She had seen Joe Barnes again! Standing there, pressing her ass against the green metal
lockers in the main hall, trying to look inconspicuous, Vikki had watched Joe talking to
several of his buddies near the principal's office. He was so handsome! That black wavy
hair of his fell so sexily over his ears and forehead. Just the way he stood made her
gasp. Tall, dark and handsome – those silly words described the big football athlete. Of
course he hadn't noticed her. Vikki had made sure she only peeked at him, rushing
away if she thought he suspected something.
But today he'd walked up to her. There was nowhere for her to run without causing a
scene. She stood there, her heart beating so fast she thought it was going to tear right
through her chest. Then he talked to her. Vikki couldn't remember the conversation for
the life of her. But she had stood there pressing her notebooks to her tits, feeling so
high, so happy! And even more, she could feel his looks burning through her clothes,
making her flesh crawl, making the hot mound between her legs grow so tight and
itchy. Her cheeks were flushed as he kept talking about class, about the game, about
how he'd been noticing her around the halls.
She felt her body doing all kinds of strange things. The tips of her tits were so hard that
Vikki thought they were going to come right through her bra. Her cunt was wet,
trembling. And her clit! God, it seemed to be the only hard spot on her body other than
her rubbery tit tips.
It was with something like relief that she felt when Joe walked away, swaggering his
hips. Vikki let out a rush of air, leaning heavily against the lockers, feeling as if she
were about to fall to the floor. Other kids walked by, giving her strange stares. But she
didn't care. He'd spoken to her, recognized the fact that she existed.
"Ummmmmmmmmm..." Vikki groaned.
Thank goodness her mother's bedroom was on the other end of the hall. Vikki's door
was opened, the early September evening being warm. But her mom always kept the
door shut and locked. She couldn't hear her daughter doing wild things in her
bedroom.
"Ohhhhhhhh God!" Vikki gasped.
The cords stood out against the flesh of her neck while she flailed the mattress with her
legs. She opened her eyes, panting heavily for a moment, trying to blink away the
bright popping lights flashing in front of her. The sounds of her heavy breathing filled
the small room. A layer of perspiration covered her body, making her white flesh
glisten. Vikki could feel her cheeks burning, could feel her clit throbbing so hard. Her
pussy was so wet, so soppy wet!
"Ohhhhhh God!"
Vikki remembered all the things she'd heard in sex-education class – about guys, about
how they were built, about how they made love. She remembered Miss Markham
blushing when her friend, Wendy Colette, asked the woman about different sizes. Vikki
thought she'd die when Wendy had stood up and wanted to know how big cocks could
get. The other girls giggled nervously, hiding behind their books, while poor Miss
Markham flushed beet red, stammering out some dumb answer.
Vikki thought she could use a cock now – a nice big, thick one squeezing in between
her virgin cuntlips. Wendy had told her she'd seen some magazines where a guy had a
cock nearly twelve inches long! A foot! Vikki's eyes had widened when she heard that,
mentally measuring just how far something like that would fit in her pussy. She
wondered now about Joe, about how big he was. Did he have a hefty cock, one that
would fill her up, make her belly bulge?
"Ohhhh..."
A sharp spasm hit her cunt, making Vikki curl up into a fetal position. Fucking.
Fucking. She had thought about that more and more lately, keeping images of fucking
before her. She was hot, curious, wondering about guys, about how one would feel on
top of her, pinning her lithe body against the bed while shoving her legs open, driving
his cock into her.
Just thinking about fucking made her pussy contract like a tight fist. Her pussy was so
tight and juicy. What would Joe think now? How would he look if he could see her
now, naked, twisting in bed, her pussy so hot?
Holding her breath, biting down on her lower lip, she moved one finger down and
touched the tiny bead of her clit. A small shock cut through her legs. Vikki sucked in a
shuddering breath, licking her lips. Her mother had caught her doing something like
this once in the bathtub and had punished her severely.
But Vikki couldn't let the ghost of her mother plague her all her life. Her mom had
problems, problems brought on by her father's sudden death.
Vikki could smell the heat of her body, that vaguely musky aroma that came from
between her white, shivering thighs. Even when she washed her pussy there was that
muskiness. And now, now it was worse, like a heavy perfume filling the night air. The
bed squeaked and groaned as she started thrashing violently.
Vikki could feel the sheets gathering up under her ass, feel the pillow sliding down
toward the headstand.
Actually Vikki liked that smell even though she hadn't told anyone about that, not even
Wendy. She liked a lot of things that were happening to her the past few years. How
she had wanted to ask her mother about all these things. But she always felt as if her
mother didn't really like to discuss things like that.
"God... ughhhhh... God... oh, I'm going to... to..." Vikki thought the air was being
choked from her.
She fought for breath, pushing her head back farther and farther into the pillow while
rubbing the backs of her legs frantically against the top sheet. Her hair splashed freely
over her throat and shoulders. Her hands moved faster and faster over her cunt.
Cumming! The thought of reaching orgasm while thinking about Joe made her gasp
with excitement.
Again she stopped her rapid masturbation, trying to make that sexy hot tight feeling
last as long as she could. Vikki knew how it would feel to cum, especially now with all
these sexy thoughts wheeling about in her mind. But somehow she managed to keep
her excitement to just below a fever pitch. She thought about what Wendy had told her
– about how the girl had been taught to finger-fuck by her aunt. Wendy had been
doing it since junior high, at least three or four times a week.
"Unnnnghhhh..."
Her tits seemed so full, so heavy, jiggling with her rapid, jerky body movements. Vikki
swallowed another lump of excitement, bouncing her asscheeks against the groaning
mattress. Her fingers moved back to her wet cunt, then slipping deeper, deeper until
they were touching her moist red cuntmeat! "Ohhhhhhhhh..."
There it was again, that hot itchy feeling. Vikki couldn't think about anything any more
except fucking, fucking with Joe, with anyone who looked like him. She breathed
through flared nostrils, her body jerking, twitching, as if someone had touched her with
a live electric wire.
"Fuck...fuck," she whispered, feeling so strange having pronounced that forbidden
word.
Vikki used her middle finger, rubbing it way down her cunt slit, then bringing it back
slowly, ever so slowly. She paused each time to give a lingering tickle to her clit. The
feel of those hot cuntal folds surrounding her finger was enough to make her dizzy. But
she kept rubbing, trying to find out where it would feel best.
"Cum, cummmm..."
Vikki smiled, closing her eyes, feeling the perspiration trickling out from under her
arms. She had found that spot, that special spot that nearly pushed her over the edge.
"Ohhhh!"
Again she stopped, pausing in her finger-fucking, wanting to prolong the sensation in
her pussy. She nearly passed out with the pleasure coursing through her veins. And
then she found herself gasping in large breaths of air, followed by shorter shallow ones.
Her thighs were rigid with tensed muscles. She was pointing her toes. Her hand worked
steadily at her pussy. Two fingers now glistened with her cunt juices, fucking faster and
faster.
Vikki closed her eyes, thinking once more about Joe, about the sexy way he'd looked at
her in the hall today. Had he guessed she was a virgin? Did he know about the way
he'd made her feel, made her cunt tighten, made her tits feel so heavy.
"Oooooooohhh..."
He was the first boy, the very first boy in her life who made her feel that way! There
had been a crush or two here and there. Perhaps they might have developed into
something more serious, but her mother had been careful to monitor all her activities,
stomping out the embers before they became flames.
Itchy! Itchy and hot! That's what she was feeling now as she twisted madly in bed. She
rolled her hips from side to side, moving her cuntal mound against her fingers. Her
cunt flesh quivered as she bounced on the mattress. It was heavenly letting her
fingertips just graze the tiny bulge of her blood-heavy clit. Rushes of wild thrills made
her head swim. Her thighs felt as if they were on fire. She shut her eyes. The feel of the
sheet under her asscheeks was wet, wet with her own juices.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!" She couldn't hold back any more. It was impossible for her to put
off the rushing sensations between her kicking legs. Cumming. She was cumming,
cumming right there under her mother's roof.
"Yyaahahahhhhh..."
Could her mother hear her now? She was getting noisier with her groans. But she
couldn't help it. She spread her legs wider apart, licking her lips and panting like a dog.
"Wow... ohhhh, wow..."
She was cumming fast. Vikki was moving in a weird, convulsive way. Her legs were
bent at the knees then flopped loosely down again. She dug at the mattress with her
heels, tossing her shoulders back and forth. Her blonde hair splashed over the pillow,
tangling wetly at the corner of her mouth.
It was happening! She felt her nerve endings all standing on end. Her belly bucked
while her asshole opened, then snapped shut.
Crying out, the girl rolled suddenly onto her belly, clamping her thighs tight, her
fingers still squishing wetly between her tightened cuntlips. Vikki was tearing at the
pillow with her teeth, thinking the whole world had to be crashing down into her cunt
as she twisted and writhed and pumped her thighs against the bouncing bed.
"Fuck... oh fuck..." she whispered, pumping her full-fleshed ass up and down. It was a
fucking motion. She knew that, had seen enough of those stupid movies in sexeducation 
class and heard enough dirty stories to figure that out. yet it seemed so
natural now. She stretched out a little farther, keeping her legs together, her toes
pointed, her hands under her belly, thrashing at her pussy. The bed jerked violently as
she came harder.
"Oh, ohhhhh..."
Vikki's face was pinched as if she was in pain. The thought of fucking, of having Joe
doing strange things to her, made her feel rushes of pleasure that were so painful it
made her want to cry.
"Ooooooohhh..." Vikki cried out wildly again, a second series of convulsions raking
across her cunt.
She grabbed a pillow in frantic haste and jammed it between her thighs. She clamped it
hard, pumping her ass like crazy now. She could feel the heavy jiggling weight of her
ass-cheeks as she fucked, fucked for all she was worth! Closing her eyes, she thought of
that pillow as a man, a stud, an athlete, someone like Joe, making her feel all those
strange things with his body.
"Oooooohhh... ohhhh, God..."
Finally, the clawing sensation between her thighs was becoming less and less intense.
She turned her head, gasping in lungfuls of air, clutching the pillow less wildly. Reality
began to trickle into her overheated mind. She felt cool air blowing against her sweaty
flesh, making her feel chilled. She felt so good, so very very good. It was a kind of
spaced-out feeling.
"Mmmmmmmmm..."
That wild, juicy heat was something else! This had to be her most intense climax she
had ever had in her young, inexperienced life! She lay there, feeling so relaxed, feeling
as if she were drifting around on a golden cloud.
It was some time before Vikki realized there was someone or something else in the
bedroom, breathing along with her.
At first Vikki thought it was her imagination. But as she held her breath, she became
aware of something very, very close to her. She lay there in panic for a moment, fearing
that her mother had been observing her last frantic movements and was going to come
down hard on her. Vikki rolled around, brushing her hair from her eyes.
"Pal!"
Vikki was stunned, rubbing her eyes and leaning forward. It was the three-year-old
German shepherd standing there just in front of the doorway, his handsome head tilted
to one side, his pointed ears pricked forward. Slowly Vikki reached down, drawing the
coverlet over her naked body. For some reason she felt embarrassed at having
performed this way in front of the dog.


Chapter 2

That night Vikki had strange dreams, dreams that made her toss and turn. Lying there
in bed, she thought about Joe, about his body. Her mind assembled an image of Joe
that made her breath catch. She thought of him taking off his clothes, of his long, thick
cock standing straight out from his hairy groin. As she backed away, pleading with him
not to hurt her, he was only smirking at her, rubbing his fingers over his cock.
And then... then he was fucking her, but not with his cock. At least, not yet. He was
tonguing her, drawing his mouth over and over her juicy cunt slit.
"Ughhhhh... oooooooohhhh..." Vikki awoke with a start.
It was more than a dream. There was something touching her, something very warm,
very wet touching her secret places of excitement. Shaking the sleep from her eyes,
Vikki rose on her elbows and peered down between her legs. At first she couldn't make
out what on earth was there. Was it the coverlet bundled up between her thighs? And
then... oh God, and then she realized it was the dog, Pal, crouched there, eating her
out! She could see those awful pointed ears, that big head, his long body stretched out
toward her toes.
At first the teen panicked. She lay there, afraid to make a sound or move. He could bite
her, could mangle her pussy in a rage if she were to frighten him. Then the thought of
having an animal doing this awful thing to her overpowered her initial fear. It was
dirty, depraved, to have something like this happen. Vikki wasn't sure how all this
started. But she was going to put an end to it fast!
"Get off me, Pal," she whispered, careful to keep her voice down.
The dog whimpered, backing down as Vikki raised one hand high over her head. She
had drawn her legs back, leaning forward and still threatening the animal with her
fingers. He had touched her with his maw. The thought made Vikki shudder with
revulsion as she slid toward him.
A dog's tongue, a dog's tongue touching her, eating her out! As she moved, she could
feel the spittle on her pussylips. And yet... yet it had felt good. That touch had made
her dreams seem so sexy, so real! It was as if Joe were crouched there between her
thighs, feeding on her cunt.
"Back, Pal, back..."
She had never felt particularly comfortable with that big animal prancing around the
house all the time. It had been her mother's idea to buy him. He was for protection.
And it was true Pal's barking had frightened off more than one prowler around the
house.
Still, there was a way the dog had of staring at her, a way he had of rubbing against her
that made Vikki feel uneasy. Now she knew why. All that time he had been studying
her, stalking her, as if she were his favorite bitch!
"Get... away!"
The big handsome animal had recovered from his initial shock. He turned around, still
standing there on the bed. His bushy tail was standing straight out from his
hindquarters while he dropped his head down low between his forelegs. His eyes slitted,
glowing yellow from their sockets. It was horrible!
Vikki shivered, drawing her hand back down to her sides. It was as if she were facing
some hound of hell risen to destroy her. Shrinking back, catching her breath, she
thought several times of calling for her mother. Surely her mother would never think of
her daughter having had some sexual contact with the animal. She would think Pal had
gone mad, had attacked her daughter.
"No, oh no, Pal! Don't hurt me... don't," she pleaded.
Her flesh crawled with terror as she drew back against the headboard. Had she gone
too far yelling at him? He was growling now, a soft, smothered growl that made her
hair stand up on end.
Vikki opened her mouth, about to scream. But nothing came out except a rush of air.
Her vocal cords were paralyzed! She was trapped, trapped by her own terror, her own
body!
"No, oh no," she barely whispered, shaking her head from side to side as Pal
approached.
He kept his head down low, his eyes rolled up, studying her, as he approached her cunt
a second time. Vikki sucked in a deep breath and held it, not daring to threaten him
with a slap again. She could feel his breath panting against her ankles. He stopped his
growl now, twisting his head around and nosing her legs.
She shivered, wanting to draw herself up into a ball, yet fearing to make a move. He let
out another growl, this one softer than the first. Vikki dug her fingernails into her
thighs, her eyes widening as she felt his tongue caress her ankles. The dog was licking
her, touching her once again with his tongue!
"Ooooohhhh..."
She was a captive. Vikki now realized she should have closed and locked her bedroom
door. Pal had seen her asleep and had smelled the heavy perfume of her fuck oil. The
scent had been too much for him.
"Oh, ohhhhh, my God!"
She should have known better. She had seen the way male dogs go crazy when a bitch
gets into heat. The girl had thought herself daring to think of Joe while she fucked
herself. And m now...now she was sitting in her own bed with a dog between her legs!
"Uuuunnngghhhh..."Vikki gasped.
The dog's tongue was going up farther and farther, leaving a slick, slimy trail of doggie
spit along her left leg. She knew what he wanted. Vikki knew the animal was after her
pussy! He smelled her, smelled her the way he'd sniffed at countless bitches up and
down the neighborhood alleyways. And now she was no different, no better than those
female dogs who had let him mount them.
"Ooooooohhhhh..."
She could smell her pussy again, just as she had smelled her cunt earlier when touching
herself. More and more juice was flooding from her cunt, something she couldn't help.
It had been her dreams, that sexy tonguing touch that had turned her on in her sleep. If
she had known what was happening, none of this would be taking place now!
"No, no Pal, you just can't be doing something like this to... to me," she stammered,
pushing the back of her head hard against the headboard.
Thoughts of Joe, her mother, of Wendy, wheeled around and around in her head. What
would any of them say if they could see her now, panting and gasping with a dog
between her thighs?
And now the dog was touching her knees, pushing up a little farther, becoming more
and more daring as the seconds ticked by. And all the time he was watching, studying
her with those penetrating eyes of his! Did he know, could he know what he was
doing? Was it just by instinct or was there some sort of purpose in his actions? The
thought that he could think almost like a human terrified her. But of course that was
impossible, a fiction spread around by dog lovers. "Ahhhhh..."
The dog was only following basic drives, drives she had unwittingly encouraged with
her overheated cunt.
"Ohhhhh God!" Vikki closed her eyes, feeling his tongue swathing up her inner thigh.
The dog was wetting down her sensitive flesh, moving the tip of his tongue closer and
closer to her hot, musky cunt. She could feel his panting breath now against her cunt.
His paws were pushing against her calves. She could feel his warm furry body rubbing
over her flesh, his tail hitting first one foot then the other.
"Oooooooohhh...' she whimpered.
And how she burned again! How her pussy burned with lust as the dog touched her
with his mouth! Vikki started moving her ass. She heard the mattress squeaking under
her butt.
Unconsciously Vikki drew her fingernails along her shuddering thighs. It felt good. As
shameless as it was to admit, it felt so good having Pal touching her.
"Oh don't, Pal, don't," she protested, trying to keep some shred of respectability, some
thread of sanity in her mind.
But Vikki knew the animal was bent on having his satisfaction, on touching her cunt
again and again. Once more the thought of a dog mounting another dog, then of an
animal possibly mounting a woman flashed through her mind. She wouldn't let things
go that far. She would rather have him tear out her throat than slip his knobby boner
into her cunt. But this was something different. There wasn't anything too wrong in
letting a dog touch her cunt... just as long as she didn't make a habit of it.
"Ughhhhh... ooooohhhh!" she groaned.
She felt the surface of Pal's hot tongue graze against one exposed cuntlip. Vikki
snapped her head back, banging it hard against the headboard. God, it was so good!
She gasped,. shoving her hands down to cover her exposed pussy.
Again a feeling of guilt and shame washed over her. A dog, a damned dog was doing
this to her, turning her on as if he were her human lover! Shameless bitch! That's what
she was, a shameless slut! Yet, how could she push him off without risking the
possibility of him biting her?
Pal growled again! She had tried to swat him with one hand and he'd brought his head
up from her cunt, snapping at her fingers. She saw that double row of criss-crossed
fangs and drew her hand back to her side. She wasn't going to lose any fingers over
this! Shaking from her brush with pain, Vikki closed her eyes and gave into the
delicious feeling of having her cunt licked by a dog.
"Ummmmmmm..." she moaned.
Back and forth, back and forth, up and down that wonderful tongue went. Soon she
found her lips curled up into a weak smile, her mind drifting along on its own
wonderful track of sensuality. There was nothing wrong here. It was just one wet, hot
surface rubbing another! And it felt so good.
She moved around some more, feeling her asscheeks pressing tight against one of the
pillows. She couldn't stop the dog, didn't even particularly want to stop him now.
Again she heard the bed groaning, heard the headboard bumping against the wall.
Vikki couldn't stop moving! She tried jamming her fingers in her mouth, doing
something to keep down the sounds of her own groans and the dog's heavy growling.
Again she thought of her mother. But her mother was a heavy sleeper. Hopefully Vikki
would be able to hear her mother's bedroom door opening and get the dog off her in
time should the situation merit it.
But now, she thought about that touch, that heavy, hot wet touch against her thighs.
Pal was positioned now to lick all over her cunt.
Vikki opened her eyes and looked heavy-lidded down at the big German shepherd. His
tail was wagging happily from side to side, the long hairs tickling her fanned toes. His
powerful sides heaved while his ears pricked forward at times, catching every groan,
every little catching gasp she made. And all the while the room was filled with that
sound, that slick, slurping, gurgling sound of his tongue and maw eating out her cunt.
"Unnghhhhhh..." Vikki gasped.
It was his tenderness, that gentle brush of affection that made her close her eyes again
and squeeze her fingernails hard against her palms.
"Oh God, don't... please don't... God, it's so good, so gooood!"
What did it feel so good? Was it just the touch making her feel like this? Or was it
because it was a dog doing this to her, making her feel so warm and squiggly between
her legs?
"Joe... Joey..." she murmured.
But it wasn't Joe between her legs. It wasn't the handsome football athlete eating her
out, holding her down to the bed and fucking her. It was Pal, that damned German
shepherd doing this to her. And unbelievably Vikki found herself sliding down, down
on the bed, pushing her legs from side to side, opening herself up to the big animal.
"Ohhhhh yesssss," she hissed between tightly clenched teeth.
She shoved her hips forward, listening to the dog whimpering happily. He was moving
his long, pointed nose from side to side, pressing the tip against her inner cuntlips. It
was the first time something other than her own fingers was touching that most
intimate of spots.
The dog was panting against her red moist cuntmeat now. Crying out, raising her legs,
bending them slightly at the knees and drawing them back, the teen felt her cuntlips
peel stickily apart and back. God, what on earth was she doing for this mindless
animal?
"You can't, you just can't be doing this to me," Vikki moaned.
But she was doing it to herself as well. Pal opened his maw wide and pressed his white
fangs into the flesh of her left thigh. That touch of his teeth, the sensation of those
fangs pressing back the tendons and muscles of her body, made Vikki suck in a ragged
breath. Pal let go for a second the moved up a little higher, nipping her in the same
way.
"Ughhhh... ohhhhhh, Pal!"
The dog was pushing his big shoulders between her knees. She felt her legs being
pushed farther apart. It was going to feel so good. It was that tingly sensation, that rush
of chilly heat spasming through her cunt that made Vikki lay there and endure what
Pal was doing to her. She was going to climax a second time this evening, this time
with the dog.
"Ohhhh!" Vikki sobbed, rolling to her right side on the bed.
Pal followed her, grunting with excitement, pressing his snout against her swollen
cuntlips. That touch, that wonderful, mind-blowing touch was too much for her to
stand. The dog was going crazy now, gouging his claws against her thighs, shoving his
long nose up and down, up and down against the slick folds of her pussy. And all the
time his tongue was driving in and out of her pussy, drinking in all the juice flowing
from her virgin fuckhole.
"Ughhhh... uuuuuuhhhh!"
Soon, very, very soon! The dog was petting her clit over and over, watching her,
watching Vikki as she writhed against the mattress, getting ready for her second big
cum!
"Oh... aahahhhhhhhhh!"
Vikki clenched her fingers into two tight fists and beat them hard against the mattress.
Everything around her seemed to explode. She fanned out her toes until they cramped
while the excruciating tickle grew into a throbbing ache. The lusty rub of Pal's fuzzy
mouth and his long hot tongue drove her crazy.
Vikki put one shaky hand down to her pussy mound and felt how wet she was. She felt
the dog's tongue lapping at her fingers. And when she dragged those fingers back up
her belly they made long wet streaks that dried and increased the heat and power of her
on-rushing climax. "Ughhhhhh..."
It was happening! Bucking her ass back and forth, her tits jiggling like pudding, Vikki
felt her body climaxing against the German shepherd's mouth. She kept spasming,
flames of incredible goodness lapping up her thighs, touching her cunt.
"Unnghhhhh!"
Again and again convulsions shook her body. The sharp edge of her joy cut through
her like the blade of a rusty saw. She rolled around and around in a fever that seemed
to hurt as much as feel good. The animal stayed with her, gouging and lapping and
driving his hot nose against her cunt.
Crying out loudly, Vikki curled into a fetal position, feeling the dog wedging between
her thighs. Muffling her cries in the pillow, Vikki went crazy with the dog, loving the
sensation of his paws scratching her thighs, trying to keep them pried open so he could
lap at her pussy.
Vikki bucked forward, rolling on the mattress with a pleasure too intense to stand.
Babbling, gasping, the young girl shivered at the power of her own body. Then slowly
she came down, down from her sexual high to the drab reality of her life. Guilt began
to seep in. A dog! A damned dog! "Out, Pal, out!"
This time she meant business. Barely able to sit up, Vikki pushed the whimpering
animal away from her, shooing him out of the bedroom then closing and locking the
door.
"Oh God, what've I done?" she gasped, falling back over the bed and closing her eyes.
She kept feeling that awful touch and wondered if she were turning into some kind of
nympho or something. But whatever happened this was something she could never tell
anyone – not even her daring friend Wendy. This would be her dark secret, one that,
she felt, would haunt her all her life!


Chapter 3

"Are you going to do anything special today, Vikki?"
Laura sat at the breakfast table, stirring her coffee absently while studying her daughter.
There was something wrong, terribly wrong with her daughter this morning.
It was Saturday. Normally Vikki was bubbling with all sorts of outrageous requests to
go on some picnic or over to her girlfriends' houses. But this morning she sat sullenly
in her chair, pushing her fork around her half-eaten breakfast. It was only when Pal
trotted into the kitchen and sniffed around that Vikki sprang into life. For a moment
Laura thought Vikki was going to hit the dog.
"No. Thought I'd study or something," Vikki said listless, cringing as Pal neared her
once more.
If he touches me in front of my mother, I'll kill him, Vikki thought, staring hard at the
dog. Reading her thoughts, Pal backed down for the moment, content to curl up in his
bed and chew rhythmically on his soup bones.
"You know," Laura said, sipping some of her coffee, "I've been thinking. Perhaps I've
been too hard on you... I mean with dates and all."
Laura was fumbling, searching for something to say to resume some line of
communication between her and her daughter.
Vikki dropped her fork softly, looking up with interest at her mother. This was a
change of tack, something that made her forget temporarily about that weird incident
last night up in her bedroom with the dog.
"I mean," Laura said hesitatingly, searching for the right words to say, "I mean I think
one date per month's too strict... for a girl your age."
Why did she sound so damned formal?
"I thought... well, I'll leave your dating up to you, as long as it doesn't interfere with
your school work, that is," Laura said, smiling at her daughter.
"Wow, really mom?"
Had she done the right thing? So many girls Vikki's age were doing all sorts of things.
Surely Vikki would find some way to go out behind her back, and that was something
Laura didn't want. She needed to talk to her daughter, to feel she had some hold on
her. Her life was so empty otherwise, so valueless, especially ever since her husband,
Brad, was killed in that terrible auto crash. Perhaps this was a way the two of them
could heal the rift that had been widening between them ever since.
"Yes, but remember, one drop in your grades and... and you're grounded," Laura said,
pointing a warning finger at Vikki.
"Oh yes, Mother, yes," Vikki bubbled, getting up from her chair and throwing her arms
around Laura. "Oh wow, you're the best mom ever. I'm gonna go over to Wendy's for a
while, then I'll be back to study."
Vikki smiled, skipping from the kitchen.
Laura shook her head slowly, finishing her coffee, then glancing down at the dog. Pal
had been gnawing at a brittle bone. Laura watched, fascinated, for a moment, her
fingers tapping rhythmically against the kitchen table. In a moment the dog stopped,
twisting his head around and meeting her eyes with his.
Laura shuddered, dropping her stare. Why was she embarrassed, ill-at-ease when the
dog looked at her like that? She shook her head, feeling confused for the moment.
Things had been going so oddly for her lately. Brad's insurance money was running
out, although the pension and Social Security would keep them afloat for a while. Laura
had thought time and time again about getting a job. But what could she do?
"Fuck."
The word came out again, bubbling from her lips, seeming to echo loudly against the
kitchen walls. Just saying the word chilled her flesh, made her mind explode into a wild
display of sexual fantasy.
She had tried to keep that feeling contained, that sensation of hot itchiness that plagued
her more and more lately. She was a mature woman, nearly thirty-six, with a teenaged
daughter to raise by herself. She wasn't some hot number who could sail in and out of
singles bars and pick up on a man. Although time and time again Laura had thought
about it, had even dressed up once for it. But standing there in front of her full-length
bedroom mirror, staring at her lithe body tightly packed into a revealing dress, she had
suddenly burst into tears. What would her daughter say? What would the neighbors
think if they saw a strange man entering or leaving her home?
Sex just wasn't a part of her life. And for a while Laura tried to deny that very natural
drive to her daughter as well. But soon she saw it was impossible. Her prudishness was
driving Vikki away from her.
"No, Pal."
The German shepherd was nosing against her leg. It would be another day, another
long, dreary day with nothing particularly important happening to her. She reached
down and scratched the friendly animal behind his ears, not paying much attention to a
subtle thrill rising in her at the touch of his warm fur.
"Ohhhhh, God."
Standing up, Laura gathered the loose-fitting robe around her body, wondering what
she would do today. Shopping? Gardening? More boring things to fill her empty days?
Tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulders, Laura walked from the kitchen, not
realizing Pal was following her closely behind. For a moment she thought perhaps of
going to a movie. Then the woman realized something was wrong, terribly wrong
around her. Pal! What was he doing? He was touching her, brushing his snout up
against her leg, pushing up. "No!"
What on earth was wrong with that animal? He was licking her left calf, dragging his
tongue so slowly up, up toward... God, what was she thinking of?
"Get away, Pal."
Reaching down, Laura cupped her hands around the German shepherd's nose and gave
him a shove, turning around and fixing her hair. Maybe she'd go to a matinee, sit there
in the dark, watch the drama of life going on in front of her. That's what her life was
becoming – watching others playing out their exciting roles while she sat quietly in the
dark.
With these sobering thoughts, Laura was about to turn and climb the stairs.
"Ooohhhh!" she gasped.
At first she thought it might have been an other earthquake. Then came another jolt.
This time Laura knew something was knocking against her.
"Stop!"
Her robe flew open, lifting just above her knees as Laura stumbled forward again,
nearly striking her forehead on the banister. There was a sudden hot wash of a tongue
driving between her asscheeks. Laura jerked so hard from surprise that she stumbled
over her own bare feet, the slippers shooting off from the force of her fall.
Desperately she drew her robe together, falling to her knees, then toppling over. The
dog! The dog was attacking her! Laura screamed, putting one hand protectively over her
throat. She had heard terrible stories about Dobermans attacking their own masters.
Then another move told Laura the dog wasn't out to tear into her throat. In a moment
he was on top of her, his big legs bumping against the insides of her thighs. Laura let
out another yelp, crawling back, shooting down both hands to push her gown over her
cunt. But the dog was insistent, snapping at her fingers, sending shivers of terror racing
up and down Laura's spine.
"Stop it, Pal! No, no, bad dog! Bad dog! Get away from me!"
Laura drew one knee up to her belly, then shot out her foot, hitting Pal squarely in the
chest.
The animal yelped, drew back, then leaped forward, twisting his head around and
closing his fangs around her heel, sinking the fangs gently into her flesh. Laura's eyes
widened, her breath catching in her throat. He could tear off her leg with those
powerful jaws.
"Oh God, God, this can't... can't be happening! It just can't... can't be happening!"
Laura had heard stories about women who went down on dogs, even women who made
it with donkeys and horses. But those were the things dirty jokes were made of. But
this... this was something different, something no one in the world could have predicted
for her.
"Ohhhhh... bad dog..."
Laura stretched out both hands, wrapping her shaking fingers around the banister and
trying to haul herself up the stairs. Now she remembered him nosing around earlier.
Her daughter Vikki had sensed something, had given the dog dirty looks all morning
long whenever he approached her. She should have guessed something was wrong then.
"Ughhhhh..." she gasped.
And now she was paying the dreadful price for her ignorance. A dog was doing this to
her, something her husband had done years ago. She twisted and bucked against the
bed during those nights, those wonderful nights when Brad held her down by the
thighs and moved his mouth lovingly, slowly, up and down her drooling cuntal slit.
And now... now it was her pet German shepherd doing the same thing.
"Ohhh noooo, this can't be happening to me," she gasped, her eyes blurring with tears.
Reduced to doing it with a... a dog. A damned animal! Already Laura could hear the
laughing jeers, the derisive laughter from everyone, including her daughter, if word ever
got out! She curled her fingers, digging the nails into the thick piling and tearing at the
fuzzy green material of her carpet. A dog was eating her cunt.
"Unnghhh... ahhhhhh..."
And what was making it worse was that his sloppy mouth was bringing back the
exciting times she'd remembered from years ago, from the time when her husband held
her tightly in bed and did the same thing to her.
"Noooo..."
Somehow she managed to push the dog back. In a moment she was on her hands and'
knees, crawling, whimpering, panic-stricken. Why hadn't she rushed up the stairs
faster, tried to evade the insistent dog? There hadn't been time, it seemed. And now the
dog was after her, snapping at her jiggling buttocks.
Laura crawled around the coffee table, striking her forehead against the edge. She felt
strong legs on her back! Mounting her! He was going to try to mount her!
"No, no, no!"
Laura was frantic, reaching back with one hand and swatting hard, desperately, until
she'd managed to knock the animal off hen back. God, that had been a close call! To
think he had tried to... to shove that thing in her!
"No!"
Laura was on her feet, staggering toward the kitchen. She could see the breakfast plates
still sitting on the table. How differently everything looked now as she fought for her
respectability!
Pal was on her again, threading a wild path between her running legs. Then he nipped
at her, trying to grab hold of her ankles. She felt his hot breath against her flesh and
that touch made her gasp once more. Stretching out both hands, hanging onto the
doorway, Laura tried to kick at the barking German shepherd again.
But Pal was up to her tricks, wheeling out of the way, spreading his forelegs in front of
her and barking so loudly that Laura was afraid the neighbors might come over to
investigate.
"Stop it, Pal! Stop it!" she hissed.
She stumbled from the doorway toward the kitchen door. But Pal was on her again,
nipping at her ankles, rushing in front of her, trying to trip her. Laura kicked at the
animal, tried hitting him with her fists. But it was no use. He finally knocked her to the
ground, crawling on top of her, nosing her robe open.
"Oh no, no... please don't... ooohh!"
She felt his cold snout touching her tits, his tongue washing over her nipples. Laura lay
there on the floor, her shoulders and the backs Of her legs against the cold tiles of the
kitchen floor. There was nowhere for her to run now, nowhere for her to hide. She lay
there peeled open and exposed to the big animal. And how good he felt!
Laying there, her cunt being touched by that horrible dog, Laura had to admit that his
tonguing was doing marvelous things to her.
"Oh, oh, oh what's happening... ughh... happening to me?"
The blonde twisted her body to one side, rocking back, feeling the rub of her cuntlips
against one another and against Pal's tongue. It had been so long, so very, very long
since someone or something hd touched her cunt. She had lived all these years chaste,
almost like a nun. And now... now that damned dog was breaking down the walls,
unleashing all the powerful sexual forces that Laura had bottled up so successfully since
her husband's death. They rushed over her, overwhelming her, as she lay writhing and
jerking on the floor.
"Fuck... fuck..."
Wild, obscene images flashed through her overloaded brain. She rubbed her legs faster
and faster together, squeezing her ass muscles, arching her back and giving the dog
more of her cunt to eat. How he went after it, eating her out, smoothing his tongue
between her legs so often that his spit dribbled down under her cunt and oozed into her
asscrack! Laura found herself panting every bit as hard as Pal was.
"Pal... ohhhhhh..."
Slowly, gradually, Laura found herself edging her knees up, letting her legs fall apart.
The position pulled her cuntlips apart, opening her cunt to the dog's tongue.
Pal stopped for a moment, his big brown eyes glistening with excitement. He was
staring at his prize, breathing hard.
Laura studied him, felt her chest tighten, her throat and mouth go dry as she watched
the dog pause for a moment.
"Oh Pal, Pal, touch me... oh God, touch me," she begged.
She was begging him, pleading with the dog to keep licking! How low she'd sunk in
just a few minutes! But the sensations he was pulling from her couldn't be ignored,
couldn't be allowed to go away just yet.
Gasping again as he sniffed and panted into her steamy cunt, Laura kicked one leg out
as she felt the tensing thrills build. How her nipples scratched at her robe! Rubbing the
animal's head just behind his ears, Laura drew her hands back until her fingers were
pressing against her tits. She squeezed them, pinching her nipples, adding to the
general fever ravishing her drooling cunt.
"Ummmmmmm..." Closing her eyes, Laura rolled her head from side to side, her
mouth open, drool oozing from the corners of her lips.
Pal was growling, growling because of her, growing more and more excited as the
minutes ticked by.
Raising her head again, Laura peered through her long eyelashes and saw the dark-red
spear of his cock. It had slipped an inch or two out of the furry sheath and glistened
with his cum. She shuddered, her eyes riveted to the strange thing. How would
something like that feel inside her? It was a mad thought, one she felt she would never
try to realize. But still it recurred again and again as she twisted there in the doorway,
her cuntal muscles spasming, getting ready for climax.
"Oh Pal, Pal, you... you don't know what you're doing to me," she panted in a hoarse
voice.
Soon her words turned into senseless babble as the dog lapped her velvety cuntal slit
again and again. She sat up now as she watched the big German shepherd lick her cunt.
"God!"
It was so weird! There she was, half naked, lying there with her legs spread widely apart
and between them was the dog, his maw buried in her cuntal thicket. And there were
those sounds, those sexy sounds of his muffled growling, of his tongue slurping in and
out, in and out of her pussy! Laura tensed her thighs, bouncing her asscheeks against
the floor while she edged forward, spearing her cunt on Pal's snout.
"Ummmmmm..."
Soon she was going to cum! Laura could recognize the building chilly heat and the
tenseness in her belly. Her elbows were bending out, then finally collapsing. Her head
hit the floor one more time as Pal wagged his narrow hips and more of his knobby red
cock slithered out.
"Oh God!" She shouted, raising her knees back up until they pressed against her tits –
an open invitation for the dog to fuck her?
Laura needed the animal, needed his tongue desperately!


Chapter 4

"Cummmmmmmm..."
Her voice sounded so strange, so low, so very, very faraway! Her cuntal hair was
plastered down with doggie spit. The animal licked and lapped noisily, making Laura
squeal, then gasp with wild excitement. She could feel the shaking of the dog's
shoulders and the strong, solid licking against her pussylips. Cumming. Cumming. She
was going to climax in the German shepherd's mouth!
"Ooooooooohhh!"
Laura whipped her legs against the floor, hugging Pal's body with the insides of her
knees as he brought her up to that final burning peak. She could hear those slick,
wonderful sounds of his snout on her cunt, making her twist her thighs in a counter
move. Nothing in the world could have equaled the feelings rushing through her cunt
now.
"Cummmm!" Laura screamed.
She was shivering, feeling herself about to topple over into a black abyss of delight. He
was making such strange animal sounds against the hot mess of her cunt. It was a
growling, whining noise that made her open her knees even wider.
"No!" Laura shouted, snapping her head forward, then throwing it back again.
Brilliant lights popped in front of her while thunder seemed to roll all around. She was
climaxing, cumming in the animal's mouth! It was the lowest thing a woman could do,
she guessed, and yet she was reveling in the thought of doing it!
"Ugh... aaaaahahhhh!"
Her legs kicked against the doorway while her ass bounced against the kitchen floor.
With her hair splashing over her throat, Laura let out a series of choked cries, reaching
out, running her fingers through Pal's fur. She loved his warmth, his affection, his
loving. Holding the dog even more tightly than before, she hunched again and again
into his mouth. "Oh no, no, no..."
He backed up a little, opening his jaws and taking her cuntal mound between his teeth.
No one, not even her husband had done something like that to her! And now the
animal was shaking her pussy from side to side.
"Ughhhh... ooooooohhhh!"
His fangs pressed maddeningly against her cunt flesh while that tongue licked more
pleasure from her body.
"God!"
Finally it was over. The brilliant lights, the wild rushing sounds that deafened her to
everything except the dog's growling and her own cries, were gone. But Pal was moving
against her in strange motions.
"Oh no, no!"
He was trying to cum, rubbing his cock against her thighs.
Somehow Laura managed to scramble up from the floor and rush away from him. In a
moment she found herself in the bathroom, the door locked behind her. She could
hardly stand. She sucked in huge lungfuls of air and stared at her face in the mirror as
the dog's warm spit dribbled down her legs.
"What've I done?" she gasped, rubbing her fingers against her flushed cheeks.
Laura could still feel her heart pounding, her cunt throbbing with delight. She had had
sex with a dog, with an animal! Her own pet! Standing there, bracing herself against the
porcelain sink, she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on something else other than
her pussy. But it was so hard, so difficult to keep her thoughts away from the still
rushing heat between her legs.
"No, no, no," Laura sobbed, her hair hanging into the sink.
Laura closed her eyes, trying to think, trying to figure out how on earth Pal had
seduced her. Outside the door she could hear the German shepherd whining,
occasionally scratching against the wood.
"Get away!"
Her voice sounded hoarse, cracked. Tears were flowing down her eyes. Gathering her
robe tightly around her, Laura moved away from the sink and sat on the edge of the
tub. She would wash away his spit, and with it, she would wash away the horrible
desire to have the animal touch her once more.
"No, never, never," Laura hissed, reaching down and turning on the water.

* * *

Several blocks away Vikki was chatting excitedly with her good friend Wendy. At times
Vikki had thought about Pal, and she had nearly told her friend what happened last
night. But she just couldn't bring herself to admit having slept with a dog – not when
she hadn't even let a guy even touch her, let alone fuck her.
"So, your mom's finally let up. That's great! Whatcha gonna do, then?" Wendy asked,
sipping her coke by the swimming pool.
Vikki stared at the green water for a moment, pursing her lips thoughtfully.
"I don't know. I thought about... well, about Joe," she said, feeling the blood rushing to
her face as she mentioned his name.
"Joe? Joe Barnes? He's interested in you?"
Vikki shot her friend a frown, shifting position on the chaise lounge. Both girls turned
around to make sure Wendy's mom wasn't around. It was such a nice day outdoors,
and Wendy's mom was gardening nearby but still out of earshot.
"I think so. He stopped to talk to me Friday in the hall, and just wouldn't let me go,"
Vikki said, giggling nervously.
"Did you do anything? I mean-" "No, not yet," Vikki murmured, staring back at the
pool.
"Well, why don't you now?"
Vikki's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
Wendy leaned forward, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "Joe lives just down the
block, you know."
Vikki nodded, her heart starting to pound even more then before.
Wendy smiled. "Come on. It's kinda warm. Let's go upstairs, change into something
really sexy, and walk by his place and see if he's around. Let him see what you look
like, you know, sexy!"
Vikki hesitated. Her mother's former warning words rattled around in her head. But
then her mother had given her the green light on dating. She bit her lower lip and
nodded, her eyes brightening with excitement.
"Where are you girls going?" Mrs. Collette asked, pushing back her large straw sun hat.
"Oh, nowhere in particular, Mrs. Collette. Just for a walk," Vikki shouted as the two of
them rushed through the living room, up the stairs and into Wendy's bedroom.
"I've got some things here," Wendy muttered, pulling open the drawers of her bureau
and fishing through a pile of clothes. "Here."
Vikki's eyes widened. A string bikini! She had never worn one of those things, she had
wondered if she would ever have the courage to touch one! Yet there was Wendy,
holding one out for her to wear!
"I... I don't know. Isn't it... kind of daring?" Vikki asked, her face reddening as she took
the two skimpy patches of silk and examined them carefully.
"Sure it is," Wendy said, shrugging and pulling out a more modest suit for herself. "But
you wanna show him what you're worth. That thing doesn't leave too much to be
desired. Besides, don't worry about your mom. Nobody's gonna see except Joe... if he's
around. Okay?"
Vikki hesitated. She would feel stark naked parading around the streets in something
like that. But then she thought of Joe, thought of the way he'd be staring at her, his
eyes popping out. She knew she had one hell of a body, and that the bikini would show
it all – well, almost all of it.
"Okay," Vikki replied.
The two girls chatted nervously, Wendy giving Vikki all sorts of advice about the way
she should walk by Joe's home and how she should look at him. It seemed so wicked,
so sluttish for her to be planning something like this. But something inside Vikki
pushed her on, made her agree to everything her daring good friend recommended.
"There," Wendy said.
Vikki stood awkwardly before the mirror, examining her body. The bikini covered as
little as possible. She shivered, running her fingers along the tiny strings holding the
front and rear patches of nylon to her cunt and ass. Reaching back, she snugged the
satiny crotch band against her cunt.
Vikki felt tingly and excited. Though she had that powerful set of orgasms the night
before with Pal, her body felt expectant, hungry for affection. The thing with the
German shepherd was a freak and certainly wouldn't happen again – not if she had
something to say about it. But rolling in the hay with Pal had opened her up to sex, to
the delight of having her cunt stimulated by someone or something else other than her
fingers. That made Joe that much more desired, that much more needed.
"Ready?"
"Not yet... not yet," Vikki muttered, stepping a little closer to the mirror. She was
excited. She could feel her flesh crawling, could see her long nipples pushing out
against the top covering. Maybe she was taking on too much. Vikki realized she didn't
know the first thing about men, especially men like Joe who seemed to have all the
confidence in the world. But she'd be with her friend who could bail her out if
necessary.
"Come on, Vikki, it's getting late."
Vikki turned, then sucked in her flat belly. She realized how really small she was, how
slender when she remembered Joe's muscular, hard build. Vikki passed a hand through
her hair until the blonde strands fell smoothly over her shoulders. Maybe Wendy was
right. Maybe the only way she could attract Joe was this direct approach, a way to show
him she was no longer a child.
"Okay, okay," Vikki replied.
The two girls padded barefoot down the stairs, stopping to check on Wendy's mom.
She was still in the back digging around in her rock garden. The girls rushed out the
front door, stopping in front of the big two-story frame house and laughing.
"Oh, oh, if my mom saw us now," Wendy began, her breath catching as she held one
hand to her belly.
"I feel so... naked!" Vikki stood there, feeling as if every eye in the neighborhood were
on her.
"Come on. Everybody wears those things nowadays – especially if they've got the build
for it."
Wendy guided Vikki down the street and around the corner. In a way Vikki hoped that
Joe wouldn't be there.
"There he is," Wendy whispered, drawing closer to her friend.
Vikki felt her heart stop then start again. She moved as if on drugs. "I think... maybe
we oughta go home, Wendy. I... I'm a little scared and..."
"Come on!"
Vikki held her breath as they sauntered up the street, slowing down by a large red brick
house. Joe was sitting on the stoop with several of his books to one side. His white
cotton T-shirt hung loosely over his Levi's.
Vikki thought she was going to have a heart attack. At first he didn't notice the girls as
they approached. Then they caught his eye and he looked up. Vikki could see that the
bikini had its desired effect. He put down the book, his lips curling up into a knowing
smirk. She could have died right there.
"Hi, Joe. You've met my friend Vikki, right?"
"Yeah, hi!"
Vikki nodded, feeling her voice failing her. She swallowed down a lump of excitement,
again wishing she could sink through the sidewalk.
"It sure's hot today," Wendy said, giving Vikki a severe look. "We were sitting around
the pool and thought we'd take a walk. Mind if we sit down?"
"Sure, yeah."
Wendy pushed Vikki down next to Joe, chatting casually with the big stud while Vikki
sat there in silence.
Vikki thought she was making a bigger fool of herself now than before. She couldn't
think of a thing to say to Joe. And all the while he was staring at her, giving her that
same sexy look he'd given her that day in the hall. She felt so awkward, not nearly so
confident and seductive as before.
Joe leaned back, relaxed.
"Well, I've got to get going on, Vikki," Wendy said after another pause in the
conversation. She put one hand on her friend's thigh and pushed her back down on the
stoop.
"But..."
"Don't worry. Come on back when you're ready. I've gotta help my mother. See you
around, Joe," Wendy called out, shooting her friend a warning look to stay there, then
skipping away.
Vikki felt devastated. What could she talk about? Wendy had so much to say... about
teachers, about what was going on in the school paper. Wendy and Joe had laughed
and joked while she had sat there like a fool, smiling as if she'd lost her mind.
"Hey, want something else to drink? My folks aren't home right now, and there's some
beer in the refrigerator. You drink beer?" Joe asked, stretching out one hand to help her
up.
"Uh... sure, why not?" she said, feeling as if she were crossing some mysterious barrier.
They walked inside the large brick home. It was so cool and dark here. Vikki sighed,
leaning against the kitchen doorway now while Joe fished around in the refrigerator and
pulled out two cans. Opening them, he handed one to Vikki who boldly put the top to
her lips and drank down several sips. She had never particularly liked the taste of beer,
but now it tasted good going down.
"You know, my folks are gonna be gone all afternoon. They're over at the races at
Hollywood Park, trying to earn some extra money," he said, flashing her a sexy grin.
"Oh?"
Vikki felt her heart beating crazily again. She should turn and run, run after her
retreating friend. But instead she stood there, her fingers grasping the cold wet beer can
tightly.
"Yeah, just the two of us... here."
It was happening. He was making a play for her. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in
his voice! There was still time, time for her to get out of here before things got out of
hand.
There was another uneasy pause.
"You know what's going to happen now, right?"
The words burned through her mind. Yes, she knew what was going to happen. She
could feel his breathing increase, could hear his voice lowering.
Joe put his beer down, crossing the room. Vikki heard the floor creaking under his
heavy boots. She shut her eyes. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. In a moment
she felt a hand circling her neck. He was massaging the muscles there, rubbing up
under her ears.
Joe smiled. "You planned this, didn't you?"
"I... I didn't know about your folks. But Wendy and I... well, we thought we'd come to
see if you were around and... and..." Vikki stammered out her explanation, feeling her
cheeks burning with shame and guilt. Opening her eyes, she saw only a smile.
"I'm nuts about you. I've been watchin' you all over the place, but you just wouldn't
talk to me. Hell, I practically had to tackle you in the hall."
"Really?"
Vikki was breathless with excitement. Joe Barnes breathless over her! Wait until she
told Wendy about that!
"Yeah, and now you're here."
Joe dropped down, opening his mouth. In a moment she felt his lips pressing against
hers, his hands slipping lower and lower. She groaned, feeling the last bit of inhibition
slipping from her. Vikki felt him pulling her belly tightly against his body. She felt that
hot bulge of his cockmeat in his jeans. It was pushing up against her belly. He was so
big, so tall! And she was more than a little afraid. But then there was all that excitement
coursing through her, making her throw caution to the winds.
"Oh God, God..." Vikki gasped.
It was happening! She was going for it, going to lose her innocence. Vikki could feel
that coming on, and couldn't care less. Joe was in her arms and she was in his. What
more could she ask for?


Chapter 5

"Ohhhhhhh God!"
Vikki was shivering, feeling as if she were sinking down lower and lower in a whirlpool.
Nothing seemed real any more – nothing except herself and Joe.
"You want to suck and fuck bad, don't you?"
Joe's words made her heart skip a beat, fucking and sucking. Just thinking about it
brought chills to her. Of course she did.
Standing there, rubbing her belly against his, of course she wanted that. "I..."
But it was too daring for her to admit it. Instead she lowered her head, pressing her
chin against his chest.
Then she felt Joe's hands fumbling around behind her. He was untying the top of her
skimpy bikini. Vikki gasped, leaning heavily against the big stud. All she could think
about was the big athlete. Images of her friends, of her mother, all disappeared,
evaporated under Joe's moving hands, his rubbing cock.
"Ohhh, I... I never did this kind of thing before."
How stupid the words sounded. But it was true! She was a virgin, and it was best that
he knew about it.
"Figured that," he muttered, burying his face in her neck.
Vikki shivered once more. He was guiding her away from the kitchen, still kissing her,
still moving his hands over her thighs, over her ass, over her tits. At first she had
reservations about where he touched her. But soon Vikki didn't care. Wherever his
hands touched brought excitement.
Vikki didn't know, but when she opened her eyes fully again, she realized she was in
Joe's bedroom. Pennants were tacked to the wall while trophies stood on the bureau.
She was shocked that she had gone this far. And this was only the beginning!
"Oh Joe, it's not right... I mean, I'm not this kind of girl. It's just that... that you do
something to me and... and, oh God, I sound so dumb!"
"Hey, come on, this is gonna be great... really it is," he said encouragingly.
"Ohhhh..."
How she wanted him, needed him. He was moving his hands slowly down her body
now, tracing every curve, finally stopping at the tie of her bikini bottom. His fingers
moved. Vikki closed her eyes, nearly tumbling onto the bed. She was feeling so dizzy, as
if someone had given her some powerful drug.
"Nice, nice..." Joe sighed.
He gasped as the bikini bottoms came down. Gingerly he was peeling it away from her
soaked cuntlips. Her labes were soaked, slicked down with her flowing juices. Vikki
hadn't realized just how wet her cunt was until then. She could feel the material
clinging damply to her flesh and felt a shock of sexual excitement. Now she wanted him
in her, fucking her, fucking her hard and fast. She thought of those dry lectures in 
sexeducation class and nearly broke out laughing. Wouldn't Miss Markham have a fit if
she could see her now!
"Unnnhhh..." Vikki whimpered.
Something was taking her over, some dark, wonderful forces stirring inside and making
her do strange things. She looked up at him again and saw his face strained with
arousal.
"Uuuuuuhhhh!"
All she wanted was for Joe to fuck her, fucking, wild fucking. All the inhibitions of
several years ago were thrown to the winds. She felt him lowering her onto the narrow
bed. The bottom of her string bikini dangled from his fingers. She blushed, watching
him standing there looking at her.
"Gotta take a good look at you. I've been watchin' you for a long time, and now I've got
you here."
It seemed so weird, so spacy that Joe had wanted her as much as she had wanted him
and they had never said a word. She was glad they had managed to get together, and all
through her crazy friend Wendy. She'd have to get the girl something extra special for
this.
"You wanna fuck, don't you?"
The word still brought chills through her.
"Yes, Joe, I want to... to fuck!" There, she had said it, said that dirty word her mother
had warned her against. And it made her pulse rush through her veins a little faster!
"Man, that's good, 'cause I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. Ever since I saw you
coming outta Miss Markham's class last semester I've wanted to get into your panties,"
he admitted.
"Then why didn't you say something?" Vikki whispered.
"I wasn't sure about you. Some of the guys said you were frigid. A couple even said you
were a Lesbo, so I let it go, figured I could wait if you could. But I'm not gonna wait
any more now."
"Ohhhh goooood!"
He was pushing her back, climbing onto the bed. In a moment her top was gone and
she was stretched across the mattress. He was breathing down her throat, moving his
lips across the base of her neck. And then down, down went his tongue.
For one wild moment Vikki thought of the dog, of that German shepherd, and what
he'd done to her the other night! Pal! How he had jumped on her, licked her cunt,
licked her tits, driven his tongue into her soft virgin pussy and made her clit throb so
violently! She had called him names of endearment as she twisted under his mouth.
And now Joe was doing the same thing to her!
She felt his tongue on her nipple, felt his lips brushing over the flesh, arching her back,
Vikki wallowed her shoulder blades against the mattress. It was getting so hard to
breathe!
"Joe! Joe," she panted, twisting her body under his.
That tongue, that wonderful tongue was raking her nipple again and again while his
fingers moved around and around her belly. The young stud was purposely keeping
hands away from her cunt. It wasn't time yet to touch her fuzzy cuntal mound, to bring
her up to climax then let her fall back.
"Ooooohhh..." Vikki groaned.
Sharp jolts of pleasure raced through her cunt each time he rolled her nipple, sanded it
with his tongue. She could tell from the way he handled her that she was far from the
first woman he had ever bedded.
"No, oh no..."
And then his tongue was gone! Looking up heavy-lidded, Vikki saw that Joe had slid
from the bed and taken off his T-shirt. She examined his washboard stomach with
interest, watching his chest heave up and down as he reached down and unbuckled his
belt.
"Ohhh..."she gasped.
She held her breath. This would be the first time, the very first time she had ever seen a
man's cock before! A real live cock, not one in a picture book or on some dumb slide in
class. This would be a prick, packed full with cum – a cock that was going to enter her,
penetrate her!
The zipper slid all the way down. Her eyes widened. Joe smiled, pushing down his
Levi's and stepping from them. The heavy swell of his cockmeat pushed out against the
piss-flap of his jockeys.
Vikki could hardly breathe. She'd never done anything like this before, never seen
anything like this before. For a moment she was paralyzed, unable to move or speak, as
she watched Joe hook his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his briefs and start to
push them down.
"Ohhhhh God!" Vikki shrank back, one hand covering her mouth.
His cock was so big! Really big, bigger than anything she'd ever imagined. Vikki
remembered the stories about a guy's cock. Some of the girls said things about men
having twelve inches, maybe even bigger. She hadn't believed one word of those dumb
stories. She didn't think Joe had twelve inches of meat swinging from his groin. But
seven, maybe eight stuck straight out at her!
"It's... it's soooo big!"
It was way bigger than anything Wendy ever told her about, and her girlfriend had
been around. His cock was so thick, so heavy around the head. That tip was a bluish
purple and with a texture as smooth as Wendy's satiny string bikini.
"Oooooohhhh!" she sighed, watching as Joe slipped one hand down between his legs
and cupped his nuts.
His cock jerked up, a drop of something oozing from the piss-slit. Cum! Her eyes
widened again. Cum, that white stuff that shot out of a man's prick when he became
excited. Vikki licked her lips, her heart pounding like a triphammer. Even as she
watched, his fat cock seemed to grow bigger, swell more and more. The blue veins,
knotted around the fleshy muscles, throbbed too! So that's what a man's prick was like!
So that's what was going to slip up between her legs!
She gasped. How could something like that fit up her virgin slit? Stories about pain,
about bleeding, crept back into her mind. Her mother's warning about the first fuck,
about the discomfort involved, made her shiver. Staring at his big prick wagging in
front of her, Vikki wrinkled her forehead, stretching out both hands behind her and
crawling toward the headboard. Mixed with her excitement was reluctance, fear and
ignorance.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Joe asked, noticing a change in her behavior, "Nothing. It's just
that... that I'm a little afraid," she whimpered.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you," Joe said as he moved toward her. His cock
swayed heavily from his crotch, each ball looking strong and full.
"But we... we can't fuck..." she whispered.
"Sure we can..."
He lowered his head quickly between her thighs. The suddenness of it, the invasion of
his tongue into her cunt, made the girl nearly black out. She jerked from one side to the
other, her arms flailing helplessly at her sides. Again Vikki thought about Pal, about his
warm, furry sides pressing against her inner thighs while his tongue slopped up and
down her cunt. How she'd embraced the German shepherd then, rubbing her knees up
and down, holding his head hard against her convulsing pussy while his growls filled
her bedroom. And now... now there was a man between her thighs doing the same
thing to her. But what a difference there was! It was Joe, wonderful Joe fitting his
mouth against her swollen pussy, trailing the tip of his tongue along the rubbery edges
of her pussy. She was being fucked with a tongue once more, only this time it was Joe's
tongue!
"Ooooooohhhh!"
Nothing, nothing in the world could have matched her excitement.
"You move your ass real nice," he said, slipping his hands under her butt.
Soon he was kissing up her belly, moving his tongue under her tits, mouthing one then
the other. She could smell her aroused cunt on his cheeks and chin. She felt faint and
flushed.
"Oh, oh, you don't know what you're doing to me... you just don't."
"Sure do," Joe countered, sliding up and holding her down by the shoulders.
"What... oh no, no, not now. Please, I'm not ready," she babbled, feeling something hot
and hard and very stiff pressing up against her outer cuntlips. "Don't... I can't... I don't
wanna... I..."
Vikki jerked her head from side to side, her eyes wide, filled with panic. He was fucking
her! She could feel his cockhead pressing up against her cunt, feel his knees shoving up
against her ass while her legs spread open wider and wider.
Filled with fear, Vikki pushed against his chest, trying desperately to shove Joe away
from her.
"Come on, come on," Joe urged.
"You... I... oh no, please don't, Joe, not yet, I'm not ready."
But he wasn't listening to her. Grunting low and hard, he shoved hard.
Vikki gasped, her body freezing. She felt all the muscles tensing, spasming under the
steady attack. Behind her, the headboard banged against the wall. It was just like last
night. Only this time it was worse, far worse! This time she was going to have her
cherry torn from her, and with that tiny membrane would go forever a part of her life!
"No... ughhhh, noooo!"
Her eyes widened, her forehead wrinkling with terror. Her nostrils flaring wide, Vikki
still tried pushing Joe away from her. But it was useless. She felt her cuntlips flattening
back more and more. His throbbing cockhead was picking up the slickness, easing
deeper and deeper into her cunt. And then it was pushing up against her clit.
"Noooo..." Vikki groaned.
The touch was maddening. Pal had touched her clit again and again last night, and that
touch had brought her off. But this time it was a prick doing the touching, and that
made all the difference in the world!
"Ohhhhhhh God, God!"
He was pushing her deeper and deeper into the mattress! Joe's crushing weight both
excited and frightened her. She could hardly move. And then he began pushing his
fingers through her hair, kissing her frantically on the throat. On the mouth, while
shoving his cock in a little deeper. Vikki felt her cuntal walls grasping hold of his cock,
clutching it and milking it as it corkscrewed deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Christ, Vikki, you're hot and wet and fine," Joe sighed.
She was clinging to his neck, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would tear
from her ribs. Then he pushed a little harder with his hips again, shoving in another
inch or so of cockmeat.
"Are you all the... all the way in now?" she gasped.
Joe laughed. "Come on, I haven't even touched your cherry... if you've got one."
And then she felt it, felt the bulbous head of his prick brush up against her cherry.
Vikki started, tensing her big muscles in her ass, pushing against Joe's chest one more
time.
"Yeah, there it is... there it is," he sighed, a weak smile curling up his lips. "You weren't
kidding. I'm fucking a virgin. Your first time, huh? It's gonna be one you're not gonna
forget."
He pushed forward again. Vikki tried shoving her body back. She could feel the tiny
membrane puckering inward, tugging at its anchorage. A strange kind of ache began to
develop.
"Oh don't do it... you're hurting... hurting me!" "It's gonna hurt for a while. Guess the
best thing to do is to go in now."
Joe tensed his thigh muscles, letting out a grunt while shoving as hard as he could.
Vikki screamed, throwing her head back. There was an awful pain, an agony that felt as
if someone had stabbed her cunt with a knife. Stars popped in front of her eyes while
her breath came in choked, gasping pants.
For a moment she thought she was going to faint. She lay there, pinned to the bed,
barely able to draw a breath. And there was that terrible pain throbbing like a festering
wound between her legs.
"Take it easy, take it easy," Joe crooned, flicking his tongue into her ear.
"Oooohhhhh..."
Gradually, slowly, the pain ebbed. Vikki wasn't sure how much time had passed. All
she knew was that Joe lay quietly on top of her, smoothing his fingers over her slender
shoulders, her tits, drawing back a little to let her breathe a bit more easily. Soon Vikki
became more aware of the thickness of his prick pressing against her cuntal walls.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes, I think so," she said, lowering her lashes modestly.
She had given herself completely to this man, surrendering her virginity so willingly.
And yet, she couldn't feel the overwhelming sense of guilt she knew she should have
felt. Instead there was Joe, Joe holding her, Joe fucking and sucking her. "Then let's
go."
Vikki felt him dragging his cock back a little, stopping, then shoving it back in again.
Her cunt stretched wide, and the ring of muscles around the rim snapped tight. A shot
of pain made her gasp.
"Relax, Vikki. You've gotta let me inside or it'll hurt."
"I... I don't know if I can. I think maybe... maybe if I can feel it going in... I dunno."
Joe smiled, reaching down between them and taking her right hand in his left. She
shuddered, feeling her fingers sliding between their sweaty bellies, pushing through his
wiry cockhairs. And then she was touching his prick! She was touching his cock and
her stretched cuntlips at the same time!
Again Vikki thought she was going to pass out from the excitement.


Chapter 6

"Yeahhh... that's it, Vikki, touch me right there."
Joe was talking to her in a drained voice, pushing his knees up against hers to spread
her legs open even wider than before.
Vikki bit down hard on her lower lip, her fingers moving up and down the big cock
stuck in her. It was so big and thick! She moved her fingers around, tracing the outline
of her stretched cuntlips. She could feel how tightly they were gripping Joe's prick.
Rubbing them back and forth did magic things to her, made her relax a little, feel much
better. "That's it!"
"Ohhhh, you feel so... so hard!" Vikki groaned, twisting her body around and feeling
his big cock brushing against her cuntal walls.
"Yeah, real hard... gonna fuck you so hard that you won't want anybody else but me in
the sack," he said, kissing her hard on the mouth.
"Ummmmm... no, no, I wouldn't, I swear I wouldn't want anybody but you," she
protested vehemently, hugging him with her free hand while massaging his prick with
the other.
"Oh yeah, yeahhh..." Joe groaned.
Vikki moved her hand around again, pressing one finger into the squishy mess of her
cunt. Then she moved the digit around, tracing again the tensed, aching lips fitting so
tightly around Joe's cock. Her cunt was so soft, and his cock was so hard! The contrast
sent chills rushing up and down her spine. Fucking. She was actually fucking! And the
sky didn't come crashing down. The wrath of God hadn't sliced through the roof and
killed her.
"Ughhhhhh..." Vikki gasped.
"Gonna push in harder. Come on, relax, concentrate on your pussy, on my prick.
Come on, let me go all the way in so you can feel my balls on your cunt."
He was whispering in one ear, flicking his tongue along the rim of the lobe. His words
were making her feel so marvelous, making her body heat up more and more. She tried
hard, concentrating on her cunt, on Joe's cock fucking her.
"Yeah, that's it," Joe said, gripping her shoulders one more time and arching his back
slightly.
Vikki grunted, feeling more of his prick sliding into her. She could feel her itchy
clinging cuntal walls spreading open for the driving head, forming a tight opening for
Joe's prick. Vikki kept her ass flat on the bed as he had instructed her to, trying not to
move too. much while inch after fat, juicy, throbbing inch snaked into her cunt.
"Oh yes, yes, you're going in... you're going into me!" she panted, her eyes wide with
surprise.
His cock was sliding in, sliding in all the way. She could feel his rubbery hot cockskin
gliding by her fingers and her palm. That fat cockhead was inside her, going deeper and
deeper until Vikki thought for a moment it would come out of her asshole!
"Ohhhhh..."
She couldn't keep still. She just couldn't! Again biting her lip, she dared to move her
thighs, changing the angle her cunt made with his prick. She was filled, really stuffed to
the hilt with his cock.
His prick was halfway inside her when Vikki felt her cunt spasm once more. This time
the muscles cramped. But the feeling she had wasn't one of pain. She arched her back,
rolling her head from side to side while a series of mind-blowing thrills shot through
her cunt. She kept tossing and throwing her head from one side to the other, her crotch
on fire, flames of incredible lust lapping at her inner thighs. Above her, she could hear
Joe letting out a strangled cry, his fingers tightening around her shoulders.
"Vikki! What the... what the fuck's goin' on?"
"I can't help it..."
Her body was doing all sorts of weird things. She moved her ass around again, trying to
force the muscles in her pussy to relax. Finally they did. The spasm passed. The muscles
softened and relaxed their hold. Again Joe was easing his cock through the hot folds of
her pussy. He was going slow, very slow. But still Vikki was a little frightened.
"Joe... Joe, how... how long are you?" she asked, shyly keeping her eyes down.
Joe laughed, lowering his head and kissing her lightly on the neck. "Too long for you.
But don't worry, I'm kinda used to this. Lots of girls can't take eight inches."
"Eight!" Vikki swallowed hard.
"Yeah. Guess I got it from my old man. Saw him a couple of times in the shower and
he's as big as me... maybe bigger."
"Oh... wow!"
Again Vikki concentrated on her pussy. After hearing the information, she felt more
stretched out than before. Eight inches! And he was still shoving more and more of his
cockmeat into her. He was deep already! Vikki could feel the added heat inside her
belly. She could hear the slick noises of his cockshaft sliding past her cuntlips. "Oh, I
know I can't take much more of this," she gasped. "It feels so... so tight down there and
so hot and..."
"You're tight. But you're beautiful, Vikki. Shit, you're the finest girl I've ever had," he
said, kissing her under the chin.
"But God, it feels weird. It's like your cock's taking over everything."
Joe raised his eyebrows. "You're really good, Vikki... hot and fine."
Vikki gasped as she felt his heavy balls swing against her ass. She hadn't ever imagined
that she would have something so big inside her. It made her gasp and shiver just to
think about it. Eight inches of cockmeat in her cunt! And when Joe started dragging his
cock back, shoving his knees hard against her upturned asscheeks, she nearly died. It
felt as if he were sucking her insides out!
"Ooooohhhh!" Vikki sighed.
She pushed her head back into the pillow, shoving up her tits, wiggling her asscheeks
frantically against the mattress.
"Uhhhh... Joe... it's..."
"I'm not hurting you, am I!" he panted.
"Uhh... no, it's just that... that it feels so weird!"
"Yeah, don't worry. It's gonna get real weird in a while."
He pressed deep again after having paused for a moment. And it was then that Vikki
realized she was feeling the root of his fat cock. Joe was all the way inside her!
"Yeah, that's right, Vikki. I'm shoved up all the way," he whispered.
"Oh, it's so... so strange. I... I can't describe it!" she babbled.
Now Vikki had her arms around his neck once more, hugging and kissing and coming
apart with shivery flames of goodness. Joe was holding himself very still. At first she
gave him a questioning look. Then she remembered something Wendy said about guys,
something about how much faster a guy seemed to cum than a woman. Was Joe close
to climax? She stared up at him, watched the way his chin trembled, watched the way
his nostrils flared while his cheeks seemed to pale.
"Don't move," he whispered.
"Is something wrong?"
"God no! Just don't... don't move for a little bit...' Vikki held her breath. She felt her clit
vibrating like a struck tuning fork. Their pounding hearts beat closely together. Vikki
was terribly aware of his legs, his arms, his muscled chest pressing against her tits. It
was so hard for her to keep still, especially when she felt his fingers cupping her
asscheeks, the nails barely scratching her white, shivering flesh. Yet she knew she had
to obey him.
"Ohhhhh..."
"Don't move, Vikki... I told you!"
It was so hard to lie there, still as a log. She felt his fat prick jumping around inside 
her and she had to respond somehow. She rocked her hips to feel that huge hard cock
digging against her cuntal walls.
"Fuck, Vikki, you're gonna make... ughhh... make me shoot if you keep doing that."
"I can't help it... I just can't! It feels so good, soooooo... soooo gooooood!"
"But you're so damned tight... you're..." Joe closed his eyes again, trying to get his body
back under control.
Vikki kissed his chin and each cheek, opening her mouth and letting him kiss her back.
When she felt his tongue sliding over hers, the young blonde let out a groan of delight.
That was exciting Joe even more. She wanted to excite him, to drive him over the edge.
It would be wonderful having this big stud cumming in her, going crazy. She was close
herself. Vikki was certain she'd be shoved off the edge once his cock started pumping
out jizz in her cunt.
"Oh wow, man, you're something else," Joe gasped, pulling back for a while.
Vikki smiled, breathless with what his hands were doing. It felt so odd having fingers
down there, pressing against her asscheeks. She especially liked it when his fingers
lingered for a second on the tiny, hard pucker of her shitter. There were nerves there
responding to his touch, nerves she hadn't guessed existed before.
"Don't... oooooohhhh..."
Joe was pushing one finger in. She could feel the nail scratching her bowel lining.
"I said... don't! Oh please, Joe, you're... uhhh... you're hurting me!"
Flashes of heat shot up from her shitter, hitting her clit like a jolt of electricity and
making the tiny organ harder. Vikki drew her knees up a little farther, rubbing their
insides against Joe's thighs. She was opening herself up a little more as his finger did all
sorts of strange things to her asshole.
"You're sure liking it for somebody who says it hurts," he smirked.
"Ohhhh..."
Joe started fucking regularly now, his hips banging against hers, his hairy balls slapping
noisily against her ass.
Vikki shuddered with each forward fucking thrust, her head nearly hitting the
headboard each time. Her flesh was so damp, so wet with perspiration. She felt the top
sheet clinging to her body as Joe fucked her harder, faster. His fingers against her
buttocks were digging harder, more insistently.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
And then he stopped once more.
"You wanna try something really wild?" he asked, shaking several strands of his black
hair from his eyes.
"What?"
Joe didn't say anything more. She felt his grip tightening, his legs wrapping around
hers. They rocked from side to side for a moment. Then suddenly the room seemed to
spin around. In a second she felt herself freed of his weight, realizing that now she was
on top. "What... what are you doing to me?" Vikki gasped, brushing back the hair from
her face.
"You fuck yourself. Come on, fuck yourself on my prick," he said, smoothing his hands
over her firm, high-riding tits.
It was weird, strange to be doing something like this. At first she felt something like
embarrassment to move at all. Now she was doing the work, rocking her body up and
down, back and forth, impaling her split pussy on his prick. But after a few
experimental moves Vikki found she liked the position.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Joe moaned, closing his eyes and licking his lips.
How could she feel self-conscious? How could she possibly feel any embarrassment now
when the two of them had been fucking for the past half hour?
Slowly Vikki learned how to rock her body forward so that Joe's prick would pull out of
her cunt. The noise, that slick, sucking noise, made her shiver with hot delight. She
could feel the hot juices bubble out as Joe's cock-head pulled much of it out with that
withdrawal. Her cunt juice ran in steamy rivers down her ass. And yet no matter how
much of it seeped out, there was more, much more to take its place.
"Fuck, fuck!" Joe groaned. "Yes, fucking. Oh God, God, I love this, I love this!" she
whispered.
"Fuck it out, baby. Come on, fuck me, fuck that goddamned cunt up and down my
cock!" Joe whispered. "Oh yes, yes, yes!"
Joe was lying very still, his eyes closed tight, his mouth set hard, as if he were holding
something back.
Vikki kept on pumping her ass up and down, her pussy riding his cock like a horse in a
merry-go-round. At times she slowed down, afraid she was going to make him cum.
She didn't want him to cum yet. She had to have more of these delights, more of these
feelings rushing through her cunt before she had him cum in her.
"God, Vikki, fuck harder!" Joe cried in a strangled voice.
She bent her knees up alongside Joe's body in order to control her sliding, fucking
movements better. She rolled her ass around when she settled herself down all the way
on him. "God!" he shouted.
Suddenly the girl thought about getting pregnant, about getting knocked up. Now,
straddling the big stud, Vikki thought about his cum, about getting knocked up.
"Pregnant... I don't want to get pregnant," she whispered, almost making up her mind
to climb off him if he didn't figure out something.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I've been doing this for a long time and nobody's gotten
knocked up."
What did he mean? He didn't have any rubbers around. Still Vikki trusted him. He
wouldn't be lying to her. There was no reason.
"Oh God, God, I wish I could stay still for a while," Vikki said.
"Okay... that's okay," he choked out.
"But it feels so good to move like this. Oh God! When you move under me... ughhhh...
oh Joe, Joe, it feels sooo... ooooohh... soooo good!"
Vikki was prancing her ass up and down and around his groin now. She tilted back her
head, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping past her shoulders. Her knees tensed,
relaxed, then tensed again, while her body jerked up and down. Her tits were jiggling,
slapping wetly together, the nipples turning a darker and darker red from her growing
arousal. Grunts of pleasure escaped from her lips as Vikki rode his fat prick.
Convulsions seized her pussy. At times she felt the muscles contract, holding tightly
onto Joe's prick. During those times she heard the young man let out strangled grunts.
Peering down,, she saw the sweat on his forehead, watched his cheeks quivering with
the growing excitement. She knew he was giving it all he had, fighting down the desire
to spatter the insides of her cunt with his jizz.
"God!" she shouted, snapping her head from one side to the other while raising her
arms and cupping her tits hard.
"Go for it, Vikki, go for it," he encouraged.
Joe raised his knees, then let them flop down again. Vikki stopped moving again,
feeling her cunt loosening. His prickhead was gliding slowly out of her. She felt the tip
lingering around her outer cuntlips for a second, then shove back in, rocketing up into
her cunt. Vikki trembled. It was all so fantastic, so mysterious! Her mother had never
told her about how much fun sex could be. Even good old experienced Wendy had only
intimated about the joys of sex. Fucking was wonderful, the best thing in the whole
wide world!
"God!"
"Oh, Joe!"
He was fucking hard now, thrusting his cock into her pussy. She felt the hot firmness
of his balls as they pressed against her ass. She was split, getting fucked!
"Ohhhhh, you're making me feel... me feel sooo wonderful!" she crooned.
"Vikki... hey, you gotta stop moving!" he cried out suddenly. "Come on. You're gonna
make me cum if you keep doing that."
It was a second warning. But Vikki just couldn't keep her ass still. Her ass was moving
wildly. Finally, biting her bottom lip, Vikki stopped once more. But even with her ass
poised high above Joe's prick, she couldn't stop the convulsions of her pussy, the
rhythmic milking of the muscles around her fuckhole. The circle tightened, relaxed,
then tightened again, closing down hard on that purple-headed prick embedded in her
cunt.
"Shit, Vikki, where the fuck did you come from?" Joe gasped, staring wide-eyed up at
her as the two of them entered the final round of their fucking.


Chapter 7

"Fuck! Fuck!" Vikki was going wild, out of control.
She pumped her jiggling ass faster and harder, up and down, slapping it against his
hairy groin. Soon she felt Joe's fingers grasp her thighs firmly, slowing her down, then
finally stopping her.
"Let me finish you, and you finish me."
"Finish?"
"Turn around when I tell you... turn around so I can eat out your cunt."
His words sent a flash of heat through her belly down to her inner thighs. She was
close now, so very close. She felt as if she were in some kind of mystical trance as she
neared climax. She had to listen to Joe, to obey him. But having her cunt in his mouth
meant she'd have his cock in her mouth! The thought of having his prick sliding
against the back of her throat frightened her for a moment. Then she thought about
him saying she wasn't going to get knocked up. This had to be the way he was thinking
of. Wendy had even mentioned something about one way a girl could have fun and not
worry about getting a swelled belly.
"Ooooohhhh..."
Reaching down, Vikki cupped Joe's balls hard. Something more was happening now.
She could feel his huge cockhead spasm. It was actually jerking with the same fury of
her cunt. Each time her pussy folds oozed juice over his prickhead his cock bucked. His
cock was only halfway inside her now. Vikki could feel the ridge along its underside,
that tube where the hot stuff would come streaming out.
"Now, Vikki, now..."
"I don't want to. I want you to stay inside... I don't care about getting pregnant! I don't!
I don't! I don't!"
She was babbling crazily as Joe grabbed her hips and shoved her forward and up. Vikki
let out a cry of despair as his hot cockhead slurped free from her cunt.
Joe was controlling her, guiding her.
"Oh God, God, God in heaven!" she gasped.
Vikki felt herself being turned around. Everything was spinning about in front of her
eyes. She blinked, looking ahead of her and realized it was Joe's cock bobbing in front
of her face. As he parted her thighs over his head, she saw a tiny droplet form at his
piss-slit. He was close, very very close. And she was going to take that fat cock in her
mouth, suck it in, drink down his... his cum!
"Ooooohhhh!" Vikki moaned.
"Vikki, you gotta suck me! Hurry!"
His words were so panicked that she shook away her fear for a second. In that moment
she steadied his shaft with both hands and opened her mouth. His prickhead rested on
her bottom lip for a second. That hot, milky droplet oozed onto the tip of her tongue. It
tasted salty, kind of bleachy. She heard Joe groaning under her, felt his body shivering
against hers. Then he cried out something, shoving his hips up, burying his bloodheavy 
cockhead in her throat.
"Ummmmmfffff!"
Vikki felt a wonderful softness working over her cunt at the same time. It was a licking,
sucking friction gouging her cuntlips, rubbing against her clit. Joe was fucking his prick
in and out of her mouth, his balls pressing against her chin.
And then... and then he was shooting! He was shooting, sending stream after stream of
jizz coursing down her throat. At first Vikki couldn't believe it was happening. Sucking
prick, yes. But actually having that prick cumming in her mouth? It was such a weird
dream. But there it was, happening to her.
"Oooooohhh!"
Joe had his prick almost to her throat. She could feel the power of his cock as it spit out
potent cum. Dazed with the shivering storm of her own climax, Vikki closed her mouth
around his cock and sucked. His prick pulsed as more and more jizz flooded out.
She swallowed, coughed, then swallowed again. She could feel the blobs clinging to her
throat, could smell them in her nose. She didn't care. Vikki wanted to suck Joe now.
And how his tongue was fucking her, working around like a tiny cock, touching her clit
all the time!
She screamed, the tip of his cock grazing her teeth as another huge glob of jizz shot
into her mouth.
The two of them fell sideways. Vikki's hips were now dancing over Joe's sucking
mouth. He tongued at the seeping tissues of her cunt, raking his tongue again and
again over her clit. Vikki thought the world had come to an end. She had her knees as
far apart as she could get them while Joe nursed on her clit. God, she was going to
come apart! Again Vikki thought she was going to black out from the power of her
arousal.
How long had it lasted? Vikki didn't know. But when she finally rearranged her body
so they could hug one another, Joe was smiling at her.
"You're something else," he said, kissing her nose. "I'm glad you and your friend came
by today."
"Oh yes, yes," she whispered excitedly, wondering why it had taken so long for this to
happen. Other girls were doing this sort of thing by the time they were in junior high.
It had happened to her, and it had happened with the most wonderful guy in the world!
Vikki stared at the handsome athlete lying there in her arms, still not believing her
luck.
"Why don't you come over tonight and we'll go out? You know, a regular date," she
said, biting her lower lip, thinking about another fucking session.
"You think your mom'd suspect something?"
Vikki shrugged. "She said I could go out whenever I chose. Well," she said, smiling
dreamily, "I choose now."
"Oh yeah. I'll stop at home and get something... you know, to keep you from getting
Vikki felt a fevered thrill rushing through her.
"I want to feel you inside me when... when I cum. Oh yes," she gasped, throwing her
arms around Joe.
It would be a wonderful night. She was sure of it.

* * *

Back home, Laura was waiting for her daughter.
She laughed bitterly, passing one hand over her forehead and looking down at the
sleeping German shepherd at her feet. She had actually gone out and sought the dog's
attention, had let him touch her all over. And then... then she had cum in his mouth!
She had felt his tongue raping her cunt and wanted more of it, more friction!
Even now, sitting in the living room, tapping her fingers nervously on the edge of the
sofa, Laura could feel the itchy tingle scratching her inner thighs, stimulating her cunt.
She could feel the moist tissues growing tense, rubbing against one another, while her
outer cuntlips swelled up with blood.
Closing her eyes Laura fought down the feeling once more. She couldn't let herself give
into this again. It was wrong! She would never be able to look at herself in the mirror if
she... if she let the dog touch her once more.
Laura could feel the dog staring at her, could see that his breathing had increased, his
interest in her getting more pointed. She shifted positions on the couch, opened her
eyes and glanced down at her wrist watch. Three-thirty. Vikki wouldn't be home yet.
She was sure of that. Once the girl and her friends got to talking there was no stopping
them. No one would see to what level she was stooping.
"Pal..." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
The big German shepherd heard her call. His pointed ears pricked up, twisting around,
listening to her heavy panting.
She had told herself before she would never let the animal touch her again. But even
now her walls of her defense were crumbling under her own rising sexuality. She could
smell herself again, smell the musky aroma that aroused Pal. Peering down, she saw the
animal sitting up, his bushy tail wagging slowly from side to side over the carpeting
while his jaw hung open. That wonderful pink tongue was hanging from one side, wet
with spit. And between his hindquarters, peeking out from the gray furry sheath, was a
dot of dark pink. His cock!
"No!" Laura shook her head, gripping the sofa's armrest.
She couldn't fight it any more. Then Laura laughed at herself, sucking in a deep breath
and closing her eyes. She would do it. She would give into the dark feelings.
"Come on, Pal." Her voice was low, throaty. It was the voice of an excited woman.
She rose from the couch quickly, turning and moving toward the stairs. Laura knew the
dog was following her. She didn't have to look back. She could hear him breathing
heavily, hear his tongue slopping against his mouth. Her fingers slid up the smooth
banister wood as she climbed the stairs slowly, feeling the subtle rub of her cuntlips
against one another. More than once she thought about turning the animal back. There
was still time, time to save herself from another bout with the shepherd.
But before she knew it, Laura was in her bedroom. The blouse and skirt were off,
puddled near her feet. Her hands were behind her, fingers working the bra buckle open
while her panties were soaked with juice, clinging damply to her pussymeat.
"You wonderful, crazy dog, you know what you're making me do?" she whispered,
feeling the bra straps sliding off her shoulders.
Turning, she caught sight of herself and the dog in the mirror. He was sitting in front
of the bed, his head tilted up, his tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. A
woman and her dog! The picture mocked her. And yet... and yet there was something
exciting about it, something so terribly depraved that it made Laura's heart skip a beat.
"Come here, Pal."
The handsome German shepherd moved forward, his tail wagging excitedly. He
bumped her knees with his hot nose. Laura felt a mixture of want and shame and
excitement. All she had to do was urge the dog a little, to show him she wanted him
badly.
"Pal..."
The animal wagged his tail again. Surely he knew she was hot, wanted his tongue.
Laura walked over to the bed, staring at herself once more in the full-length dressing
mirror on the closet door. The mirror showed her white flesh contrasting with the
heavy gray coat of Pal's. She watched the reflection with interest. It was a different way
of seeing herself, of seeing Pal's curious nuzzling of her thigh. He licked her, and she
saw the change of her expression in the mirror.
"Your tongue's so pink, Pal!" The dog whined.
It was happening again, making her feel so marvelous, so spacy, so high. A feverish
tingle swept through her belly. Steadying herself, Laura turned and watched her
reflection again, watched the steady progress of her lust across her flesh. She bent one
knee slightly, spreading it away from the other. She was opening herself again to the
beast, letting him know she wanted him. She knew he could smell her, could smell the
hot juice oozing from her cunt.
"Oh Pal, Pal, touch me," she whispered.
She needed that touch, needed some form of affection, of warmth.
"Unnghhhh..."
He was smelling at her puffy cuntlips, nosing the wiry blonde cunthairs protecting her
hot, swollen meat. Laura lowered her head a little, feeling her hair curtaining her face.
Again she stared at herself in the mirror. How depraved-her with one leg on the bed,
the other on the floor, and in between the big German shepherd smelling her cunt.
"Oh!" She stiffened, nearly losing her balance and tumbling down onto the bed.
Pal touched the tip of his tongue against her cunt slit. Again he touched it! Laura
shuddered, making a crying sound.
"Ummmmmmm..."
Laura was swaying dangerously, threatening to topple onto the bed at any moment.
That touch, that light feathery touch of his tongue against her cunt drove Laura up the
wall. And then she felt Pal moving around, trying to get a better angle at her pussy.
Glancing down, Laura saw his strong head push up. Now she could feel the long, wet
sweep of his licking across the underside of her cuntal mound. She stared again into the
mirror and saw her mouth slacken, watched her eyelids droop. She was a woman in
heat, a real bitch for the cunt-hungry dog. It was exciting, more exciting than she
possibly could have guessed. Laura spread her legs farther apart, carefully balancing
herself against the bed while the dog fed on her pussy.
"Uhhhh... oh yes, yes, Pal. Eat me, eat me... there, right... there!"
He was touching her in all the right places. It would be better, more comfortable, if she
were in bed. But standing there in front of the mirror had its advantages. She could
watch him and herself at the same time. It brought an added dimension in her
perversity, one that she wanted, loved!
"Oooooohhhh..."
Laura bit her lip again, then moved her fingers down and gently spread apart her outer
cuntlips. The sloppy pink tongue went deep, raking again and again over her clit.
Sparks shot through her delicate membranes. A new flood of juice coated her cuntlips,
and even in the mirror she could see the glistening pinkness.
Pal's knobby boner had slipped out from his sheath. It dangled wetly from his belly,
jerking and throbbing as he worked his muzzle around her steamy cuntal folds.
"Ooooohhhh..."
She was alone, alone with the dog there between her shivering legs. The dog ate her out
with the same excitement, the same enthusiasm as Brad had shown.
Crying out again, Laura felt the room spinning around faster and faster. There was no
way she could stop this from happening now. Crying out a second and third time, she
toppled forward, sliding onto the bed.
"Ohhhh, Pal..." Nothing mattered now... nothing except having the dog wedged tightly
between her legs, bringing her off. The bed squeaked and groaned, the headboard
clattering against the wall while Pal climbed up and settled himself between her spread
legs.
Laura gasped, raising her head, meeting Pal's stare, then dropping back to the pillow
once more. She couldn't stare at him. There was something in his eyes, something in
his look that made her shudder.
"Ummmmmmm..."
Laura sucked in a ragged breath, spreading her thighs for the animal. Ashamed, hot,
Laura let the big dog do what he wanted with her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes."
The woman panted hard, felt dizzier, as Pal gained yet another inch. He growled softly,
rimming the edges of her cuntal mouth. Laura felt her muscles convulsing deep inside
her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck..." She spread her arms out to her sides, clawing the top sheet as she
worked her ass around in frantic circles.
"Oh yes, yes, touch me all over, Pal. That's right," she said, guiding the animal to the
hot spots in her cunt. "Oh yes, touch me there."
Laura raised her knees, then let them fall farther apart. Pal yipped happily and scooted
forward on the mattress, his ears brushing against her inner thighs. His velvety tongue
lapped and lapped. The sound of her clit being pressed down into the warm
surrounding cunt-meat made her gasp with excitement. She breathed heavily,
wondering if her heart were going to burst.
"Ohhhhhhh no, no, no!"
Laura felt her pulse racing madly through her body. Her cunt flooded out more juice,
more of that juice that the dog loved licking up. Pal had shoved his tongue inside her
cunt-hole now. It was as if he were searching for something.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Laura closed her eyes again and thought of her husband. Brad's cock was dark at the
tip-dark and big. She remembered how it felt when he fucked her, how her cuntlips
stretched, then fitted tightly around the neck of his cock. How he would stretch and
fuck her until she squirmed and cried out.
"Nooooooo..."
Laura had begun to move her ass up and down against the steady rub of Pal's licking
tongue. He was so good, so wonderfully good. Bit by bit, she was losing herself in the
animal. There was little holding her back as the animal kept eating away at her cunt!


Chapter 8

"Ohhhhh, you wonderful, wonderful dog," Laura panted, rubbing her bare soles
excitedly against his furry sides.
The bed creaked and groaned as she twisted under the German shepherd's cunt-licking.
Laura just couldn't keep still for the animal. She tilted her hips to the right, then tilted
them to the left. Right and left, right and left, faster and faster until sweat broke out on
her forehead and upper lip. Her tits jiggled and slapped against one another. Her tender
cunt-flesh stretched tantalizingly, opening more and more hollows and folds to the
dog's nipping fangs.
"Oooooohhh, eat me, eat me," Laura whispered, clawing at the sheets. There was
nothing in the world that could have stopped her from cumming with the animal now.
Her fists were beating against the bed, then against Pal's sides. He didn't seem to mind.
The German shepherd knew Laura was out of control and loved it, growling deep in
her juicy cunt-meat.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" the sex-frantic woman grunted now, rutting heavily in front of the
cunt-chewing animal.
The hot wet mess between her legs was throbbing heavily now. She bobbed her ass
around in tighter circles as the German shepherd brought her closer and closer to the
final rush of excitement.
"Gonna cum... gonna... uhhhhhh... gonna cum!" she groaned.
Laura pitched wildly against the bed, jerking her hips from side to side, hunching them.
The sloppy wet sounds of his tongue against her cunt were almost too much for her to
stand. Her hair splashed in tangles around her throat as her climax neared.
"Unnnghhh!"
She was cumming. Her fingers curled in the thick fur of Pal's neck. She was holding
him hard against her pussy. Laura's eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head while
her belly tightened and flushed. Her breath seemed to leave her body, and for a mad
second, she seemed suspended between life and death.
"Yaggghghhhhh!"
It was almost painful. Laura was cumming, cumming slowly, furiously. It was a wild,
ecstatic torture. Her calves cramped. She dug her heels frantically against the bed, then
banged them against the licking dog.
"No, oh no, no, no!"
Her voice had turned into a howl. Laura didn't care if half the neighborhood could hear
her now. She needed this climax, wanted it with all her soul! "Cummmmmmm!" Laura
groaned, heaving her ass around crazily.
Everything seemed faraway for a while. The sounds of the cars outside, the cries of the
playing children. Everything evaporated under the explosive power of her climax. She
groaned and screamed, hearing the headboard slamming hard against the wall behind
her. Cumming. Wonderful, beautiful cumming. She arched her back and jerked her ass
from the bed. Pal's jaws gaped open as he raked his fangs along her cuntlips, licking
deep into her hot hole. How good it was to feel his spit dripping down her thighs and
ass, mixing with her hot juices.
The world spun out of her reach for a moment. Everything seemed so distant. Laura
was cumming hard. And each wild sting of lust made her whimper. Laura bounced
against the dog's licking mouth, fucking herself on his maw, wanting to feel his tongue
everywhere on her body as her climax went on and on and on.
"Ooooohhh..." she cried out.
Images of the few men she'd known before Brad flashed through her mind as her
climax continued. Cocks. Good, stiff, hard cocks slamming into her, stretching her.
Why couldn't she have that wonderful feeling again? Licking was fine. But Laura knew
she had to have that touch, that certain, unmistakable touch of a man's prick stretching
her out.
"Ughhhhhh..."
Pal was growling lustily, wiggling his mouth back and forth, licking until she couldn't
stand any more. Vague images of men fucking her still flashed through her mind as
Laura jerked up her legs and clamped them together, pushing the pet away from her
cunt.
"No more. No more!" she gasped.
Laura managed to shove Pal away. She had done it again with a dog! As the final throes
of her powerful orgasm flashed through her body, she thought of what she'd done, then
refused to dwell on it. People did worse things. She wasn't hurting anyone. She wasn't
out molesting children, shooting old people, robbing stores. No one but her could get
hurt from this.
Pushing herself up, brushing the hair from her eyes, Laura stared at the panting dog.
Pal was stretched out in front of her, having backed down a little after her climax. He
was resting his handsome head on his forelegs, his big brown eyes blinking, still
studying her.
"Crazy, crazy dog," she said, smiling weakly.
Laura stretched out one hand, rubbing her fingers briskly over his head. The German
shepherd closed his eyes and made whimpering sounds, twisting his head around finally
and licking at her wrist. How strange all this was. Earlier she had been terrified of the
animal, had backed herself into a corner and had nearly wanted to kill the beast. And
now she was laying in bed with him, almost hugging him to her body.
How she wished she could just sit there with him, touch him, and then perhaps in an
hour or so have him touch her again. Laura knew she'd be feeling that itchy rush of
chills soon. Ever since she'd let herself go the other day she seemed to have been
making up for lost time.
But, glancing at her alarm clock, Laura saw it was nearly five. Vikki would be coming
home, wanting supper.
"Off, boy, off."
Laura brushed Pal from the bed, glancing at herself in the full-length mirror once more.
She looked relaxed, more confident than she had ever felt. What a strange effect sex
seemed to have on her!
"Go downstairs, boy, downstairs... that's right, be a good dog for Laura," she said,
cracking the door opening and shooing him out into the hall.
Sighing, resting her forehead against the cool wood, she thought about what had
happened, about her future. It looked so bleak, even bleaker than before.
In a little over a half hour Vikki was back, looking a little dreamier than usual. But
Laura had long since realized her daughter had those moody moments when it was best
to leave her alone.
Vikki announced before going upstairs to clean up that she was having a date this
evening with a boy she'd known for a while. Though feeling her daughter was jumping
the gun at her new liberal dating policy, Laura said nothing, looking a little guiltily at
the German shepherd.
"And have you known him a long time?" Laura asked, finishing her dinner and folding
her napkin by the plate.
"Oh yeah... I mean yes," Vikki said, trying to control her rising excitement. She could
still feel Joe's cock pushing into her cunt, spreading her wide open while his fingers
pinched her nipples. It was hard to keep her ass still on the chair while thinking of him.
"At school, in class, I suppose," Laura said, feeling a little uneasy about the excitement
she saw in her daughter's eyes.
"Sure. Wendy introduced us. He's real good at his studies," she chirped, dabbing one
corner of the napkin over her pouty lips, "and he'd on the football team."
Laura was about to say something when the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Vikki said, springing up from her chair and rushing into the hall.
Laura raised her eyebrows. She'd never seen her daughter rush that fast for the phone
before in her life!
"You're kidding! Oh wow, and what's your mom doing?"
Laura overheard her daughter talking to Wendy.
"Sure, I'll be right over."
"What is it, dear?" Laura asked.
"It's Wendy's dad. Seems he's been foolin' around with his secretary and her mom just
found out," Vikki said, frowning at the floor. "Her mom's freaking out and Wendy
doesn't know what to do. I said I'd be right over, but Joe's coming over soon."
"Joe?" Laura said, raising her eyebrows.
"My date. Mom, you could entertain him or something 'til I get back," Vikki said,
glancing nervously at the wall clock. "I'll call before I come home to make sure he's
here. If he is, I'll put on some makeup or something at Wendy's, okay?"
"Fine, dear. I'll do something with him until you get back."
Vikki gave her mother a quick kiss then rushed from the house.
Laura sighed, cleaning off the table. Then she leaned against the sink counter and
stared up at the clock. Only three hours since her encounter with Pal in her room and
already she was gasping for more. What a slut she had turned into! Thank God she
hadn't put on her panties after having showered. That boy Joe would be over in a while.
There wouldn't be time to strip completely. But she could sit there in the living room
and let Pal slop his tongue over her cunt while she waited.
"Come, Pal, come."
There was no more guilt, no more shame. How natural it seemed, she thought.
Laura made her way to the living room. The curtains and blinds were all drawn. The
door locked. Vikki said she would call before coming home.
Settling her ass in the soft cushions, Laura reached down and pulled her skirt up, until
it gathered round her waist. Pal sat in front of her, his head once again tilted to one
side, that tongue hanging out. How she worshipped that tongue!
"Come, come."
Laura was panting heavily now, feeling her nipples scratching against her bra.
"Oh come on, Pal, touch me, touch me," she whispered.
He would lick her off quickly. Edging her pussy toward him, Laura rested her head
against the back of the sofa, drawing her shaky fingers over her thighs.
"Ughhhh..."
Laura sprawled her knees until her outer cuntlips peeled open. She was burning up
with lust.
"Nice doggie..." Pal moved closer.
Laura looked heavy-lidded down at the handsome animal. That cock. Did she dare
touch it? More than once she had caught herself wondering how it would feel against
her fingers, even in her cunt. But never had she had the courage to touch it – until
now.
"Nice... nice..."
Pal whimpered as her fingers slid down, down through the thinning hair on his chest
toward his boner. Gingerly she felt back along the fur until she found the bulge of his
cocksheath.
"No... what am I doing?"
Jerking her hand away, Laura felt hesitation once more at doing something like that.
But then Pal whimpered, twisting his head around and licking her arm.
"Pal..."
The animal rubbed up against her once more, licking the backs of her legs. She was still
sliding her hand down. Once more she was touching his prick. Laura shuddered. Never
in her whole life could she have imagined doing something as low, as awful as this. And
yet there was little she could do to stop herself.
Biting her lip, she curled two fingers around the dog's hot knobby cock, tugging and
pulling at the soft furry outer sheath. Immediately there was a change in the animal's
behavior. He whimpered, licking her arm more insistently. She could see that his cock
was starting to swell, starting to lengthen and thicken. She could feel it growing warmer
under her massaging fingers. Laura needed release so badly, so very badly.
"Good dog," she gasped, feeling his cock slide out from his sheath.
Laura felt her entire body trembling. Pal was licking her wrist more excitedly. Letting
go, she fell back on the couch, closing her eyes while rubbing her fingers over the edges
of her cuntlips. Again she needed him, needed his touch.
"Uhhhhh..."
Pal nosed her thigh, then jumped up, resting his big fore paws between her spread legs.
Laura felt the sag of the cushion and let out a shuddering groan. In a moment she felt
his tongue, that wonderful tongue touching her. Her outer cuntlips peeled back as more
and more blood filled them. It was wonderful. Laura was already forgetting that it was
an animal between her thighs licking her. Scooting forward a little, rubbing her ass over
the scratchy material of the sofa cushions, the woman was opening herself more and
more to the dog.
"Yesssss..."
But how much more she would have preferred a man – a man's cock, a man touching
her, doing all those things to her rather than a dog. She tried to imagine some stud,
some unknown man there between her legs, holding her down, moaning while his
tongue sloshed back and forth over her frothing cunt slit.
"Ohhhhh, harder... ughhhhh... harder..." Reaching down, Laura pulled her cuntlips
even farther apart so the dog's hot slick tongue could touch every inch of it. Pal was
licking her pussy as well as he'd ever done. But something was wrong... or rather,
something wasn't quite right.
"Mmmmmm..." Moving both hands to either side of the German shepherd's head,
Laura pushed his snout harder against her. The dog whimpered, shoving back with his
paws against the couch.
"God more, more..." Her voice trailed off into a series of groans. Her juicy cuntlips
fitted tightly around his snout. She could hear that sexy clicking of his tongue as it
reamed around and around her pussy. And still there was something not quite complete
this time.
"God!" she shouted, arching her back, kicking one leg out.
Her fingers strayed into her cuntal slit. She plowed the slippery folds apart, letting her
fingernails rubbing against the slick folds and hollows. She was finger-fucking herself,
finger-fucking herself with the dog tonguing her pussy all over.
Laura gasped. Her head was spinning. She felt her cunt clasping her fingers and she
wondered if it felt like this for a man. A man's cock. The thought brought out another
whimpery gasp from her throat. Roughly she grabbed the fur around Pal's throat and
shoved his snout into her seeping fuck pit. She needed something to fill herself with.
Fingers weren't any good. She wanted to be full. She needed something beyond a
simple orgasm. And Laura knew that this wanting something to be sliding in and out of
her was a real desire. "Ohhhh..."
But who was there around for her... except good old Pal!
"Harder, Pal, harder!"
The animal was concentrating his licking in the area around her clit, his pink tongue
pushing against her clit again and again. The German shepherd growled and gouged
roughly around the edges of her cunt. She peered down, watching the dog's narrow
back humping as his instincts began to guide him. Laura sucked in a deep breath,
feeling herself sliding off the couch, keeping her skirt hiked high around her waist.
"Oh God, I can't, I just can't go through with this."
Now she was kneeling by the coffee table, her hair hanging over her face, the strands
brushing over her knuckles. Laura had spread her knees wide apart, angling her ass up
for the dog.
"Ohhhhh..."
Shutting her eyes tightly, Laura prepared herself for an animal fuck, for a mounting!
She was finally going to do it!


Chapter 9

She could feel his claws scraping against her buttocks. Laura took in another deep,
shuddering breath, feeling the heavy weight of her tits pulling against her upper chest.
Everything was crazy, turned around, as she crouched by the coffee table.
Pal was sniffing around her ass, putting one paw on her asscheeks, then another. Laura
wanted to encourage him, but didn't dare. Then she felt that tongue, that wonderful
tongue sloshing across her cuntal crack, making her pussy spasm. "Oooooooh!"
The blonde's elbows bowed out, threatening to collapse. The dog was still licking her,
still teasing her with that wonderful tongue. And then she felt it, felt him starting to
mount her. Laura let out her breath with a whoosh, then sucked in another lungful of
oxygen, holding it, waiting to feel his prick tunneling into her cunt.
"Ummmmmm..."
Then she felt him crawling up on top of her, felt his strong forelegs sliding over her
sides, edging up until they were just below her tits. And behind her, Laura could feel
his cock, that knobby boner bumping up against the backs of her thighs!
"Oh God!"
She hung her head down low, her forehead nearly touching the carpet. The confused
woman felt the dog's weight pressing down heavily against her back. Pal was breathing
heavily, panting against the back of her neck. He was holding on tight, his claws
scratching at her. How her tits burned and itched, scratching crazily against the stiff
material of her bra!
Closing her eyes, she felt chills sweep over her body as the German shepherd's
whimpers filled her ears. She waited, expecting at any moment to feel the dog's cock
sliding into her. She needed that strong, firm sensation spreading apart her cuntal walls.
She had needed it long ago, but was too proud to admit it.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Her body was responding to the dog now! The tips of her tits were so hard. And her
cunt lips curled and trembled while the dog's cock brushed over the furry outer labes.
For one mad wild moment Laura wanted to reach back and grab that doggie dick,
guiding it into her pussy. But that might knock Pal off her back, and that was one thing
the desperate woman didn't want to do.
"Ohhhhhh, do it, Pal, do it..." Her fingers curled, clawing at the carpet as the animal
hunkered down. She could feel his hindquarters prancing nervously behind her legs.
The poor thing was trying to figure out a good way to fuck her. Laura tried helping,
spreading her knees farther apart, dropping her head until she almost had her cheek
pressed against the floor.
"Fuck... fuck..."
She was babbling, tossing her ass around to urge the dog on. She wanted the dog
fucking her, needed him plowing his doggie dick into her fuckhole.
"God!"
There was still time. She could still push the animal off her and retain some sense of
dignity. But how her cunt burned! How it throbbed, needing something to put out the
fire. And Pal had that magic extinguisher dangling there between his hind legs.
"Fuck me, Pal, fuck me," she whispered, her voice sounding almost as if she were
shouting.
Turning around slightly, Laura rested her forehead against the front edge of the sofa
cushions, tossing her head from side to side. Her long blonde hair whipped across her
whitened knuckles, her back bowing slightly while her belly tightened and spasmed.
Laura waited impatiently. And then she felt it. A barb began penetrating her body. She
could feel it pressing hard against the center of her cuntlips. At the same time Pal let
out a long wheezing sigh while tightening his grip on her upper belly.
Behind her, Laura could feel the gentle brush of his tail over her ankles. He was fucking
her! That touch, that spreading touch, was his dick sliding into her cunt!
"God, oh God!" she moaned, snapping her head up and letting out a strangled cry from
her throat.
Flashes of fear and shame and pleasure raced through her mind. Her excitement was at
a keen pitch. Laura knew she was walking a fine line between sanity and madness. Just
a little farther, just a little bit farther, and she'd be doing the unspeakable!
"Ohhhhhh, Pal..." She was breathing heavily now as more of his cock popped past the
tense ring of outer cuntlips. Those itchy chills racing up and down her pussy were
almost too much for her to stand. The woman let out wild cries of yelping joy. More
and more of the cock slipped past her cuntlips. For her, it wasn't Pal fucking her any
more. It wasn't a German shepherd draped over her back, hugging her tightly with his
forelegs. It was her husband fucking her doggie style, slowly driving his fat cock up her
pussy. She wasn't the kind of woman who would go for animals! That was something
low-life sluts did. She was a good woman, a good mother, a good wife!
"Unnnghhhhh... ooooohhhhh!"
He was panting in her ear now. The fucking had stopped for a moment as the dog
repositioned himself. She felt more weight on her upper back, felt his hindquarters
pressing up harder against the backs of her thighs. Then he squeezed her more, tightly,
his furry, warm body shuddering against hers. Laura let out another shout, shoving her
head against the sofa cushions.
"Oh fuck! Oh my God! It's so gooood, so very very good!'" More cock slid over her
seepy cuntal walls. The sensation wasn't to be believed! It was as if some man were
wearing a wild French tickler and fucking her with it!
Laura growled louder than the dog on top of her as at least three inches of Pal's prick
slipped into her hole. And then he was pulling out, shoving back in, then pulling out.
In a while she could feel his rapid fucking movements as he started pistoning his cock
in and out.
Fucking! She was fucking an animal. The dog was whimpering, whining and growling
at the same time while fucking her. Brilliant flashes of horror illuminated her mind,
showed her clearly for the first time what she was doing!
"No!" she shouted, cutting through the red fog that had settled over her brain. She had
gone too far, much too far in this game.
Sobbing, she crawled forward, swatting at the confused German shepherd, calling him
all sorts of horrible names while she tried to escape.
"Get away from me! Oh, you bastard, get away!" she panted, clutching desperately at
the sofa cushion.
Pal was whimpering, barking loudly, rubbing up against her. In a moment Laura
realized he was humping his doggie dick against her left thigh. Then she felt long hot
strings of something spattering against her bare flesh. Cumming! That goddamned
animal was shooting off against her body!
"Filthy... filthy animal!" she cried, holding her belly and staggering to her feet.
She could hardly breathe, standing there unsteadily near the barking dog. A warm
trickle of her cuntal juice ran down the inside of her thighs while her skirt fell back
down just above her knees.
Laura watched fascinated for a moment while Pal finished his cumming. He wheeled
around and around in circles, his proud head bobbing up and down, his tongue sticking
out, trying to reach the angry red spear between his legs. He finally flopped down just
in front of the coffee table, curling up as much as he could and licking his cock and
balls.
Folding her arms tightly over her tits, Laura shivered. She had done it, had let that
beast fuck her. At least she had managed to pull herself out before it was too late.
The filthy image mocked her as she cried out, turning and running from the room. As
she rushed into the bathroom, Laura could feel the cum cooling against her thighs.
Grabbing a towel and wetting it quickly in the sink, she dabbed herself clean, thinking
about what she'd done.
"Fucked... fucked by a dog," she repeated again and again.
She had been running around in a world of degradation and humiliation. And there
was no one tormenting her, no wild man with leather and whips shoving her face into
the dirt. She was her own worst enemy, making herself think terrible things, making
herself do awful things.
Even now, leaning heavily against the sink and staring at herself in the mirror, Laura
remembered how good that cock had felt in her cunt. It was a dog's cock. It had been
pumping inside her body only for a few seconds. But how good it had felt! Closing her
eyes, hugging her trembling body more tightly, Laura fought back tears of shame as she
tried blotting out the warm, pulsing feeling she remembered as Pal fucked her.
The sound of the ringing doorbell brought her from her stupor. That had to be Vikki's
date.
Quickly she looked at herself in the mirror-flushed cheeks, wild stare in her eyes. She
groaned, dabbing the dampened towel on her face while trying to steady her thoughts.
A second ring brought her from the bathroom to the front door.
"Oh hello. I'm sorry, Vikki had to go over to a friend's house for a moment. She'll be
right back. Won't you come in?"
Laura amazed herself at how calm she was acting. Of course there was the fact that the
possibility of public exposure had calmed down her thoughts. Pal had trotted off
somewhere and was nowhere to be seen.
Laura brushed back her long hair, closing the door behind Joe. She had to hand it to
her daughter; Vikki certainly picked a nice-looking young man to date. He was smiling
casually, and acting so politely. What a change to see in the young!
"Here. Sit down. I'll get some cokes," Laura said, motioning to the front couch.
She watched with interest from the doorway as Joe moved past her into the living room.
Then Laura turned and moved quickly into the kitchen. That was Vikki's date, not hers
– she shouldn't be thinking what she was as he passed her by. But, as she pulled the
cold coke cans from the refrigerator, she thought about that look he'd given her. Had it
been her overheated imagination that was now putting things into his actions that
weren't there?
Shaking her head, Laura shut the refrigerator door, picked up two glasses, and set them
on a tray.
"There. Vikki should be home soon. She said she'd call just before arriving," Laura said,
setting the tray on the coffee table.
She smiled, handing the coke to Joe. If he only knew what had been going on right
where he was sitting moments ago! That smile brought on a flush of embarrassment,
and Laura fumbled with the glasses.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Urban?"
"Uh, no, just a little clumsy. I get this way at night," Laura said, recovering quickly.
I mustn't let this get out of hand, she told herself as she poured the drink and settled
back into a chair opposite the sofa.
For the next few moments they chatted easily. Laura purposely kept away from
questions dealing with her daughter, with sex, with anything that could be construed as
dirty. She sipped her drink, looking at Joe with more than a little interest.
I have to stop this! she thought, glancing up at the clock. Vikki had been gone nearly
an hour. Laura began to stand up. She'd call Wendy, demand that Vikki come home.
After all Joe was her daughter's date. She could solve the world's problems tomorrow.
"You know, Mrs. Urban, you could pass for Vikki's older sister real easy," Joe suddenly
blurted out after a short pause in the conversation.
Laura hesitated, about to stand up and walk to the phone. She found herself gripping
the armrest of the chair, sliding back. "Oh?"
Her voice was unsteady, shaky. She had to get a grip on herself. She had just let herself
commit a terrible sin. She couldn't let herself slip again! Seducing her daughter's
boyfriend – that had to rank even lower than letting the dog fuck her!
"I mean," Joe said, uncrossing his legs and setting them wide apart, "you don't look like
a mother of a teenager."
Laura found herself smiling, feeling almost giddy at the compliment. She stared back at
him and felt her heart begin to pound a little faster. His look had a disconcerting effect
on her.
"And you could probably pass for twenty," Joe added, his eyes narrowing and his lips
curling up into a broader smile.
Laura wasn't sure she liked where the conversation was going. She felt her pulse racing.
She knew she was attracted to this young man now. She could feel his magnetism as he
sat there sipping his coke. Laura could understand why her daughter was so jumpy
around Joe, why Vikki could hardly sit still through dinner and why she was so
disappointed when the frantic Wendy had phoned and begged her to come over.
"How... long have you known Vikki?" Laura asked, wanting to break the uneasy silence
that had settled over them.
"Couple of months. I haven't dated her or anything like that until just now. Guess it's
one of those things... you know, you see somebody and you like 'em, but you don't say
anything for a while," he said, looking meaningfully at Laura.
The woman squirmed in her chair, feeling rising heat concentrating in the furry bundle
between her legs. Her cunt was becoming terribly hot. She took another sip of her
drink, having difficulty in swallowing it.
"Oh, you're still thirsty," Laura said as Joe finished his drink. "I've got plenty in the
refrigerator. Vikki drinks it like there's no tomorrow."
She was nervous, her fingers fluttering around as she stood up and bent down to pick
up the tray. At that point something happened, something she couldn't explain even
later when she had time to think it over. Their hands touched. Then his hand was over
hers.
"I... uhhhh..." She felt confused.
Their faces were so close, so very, very close. Bending over, Laura could hear his
breathing. It was as rapid and shallow as hers. She couldn't let this happen. He was her
daughter's boyfriend.
"You're very pretty," he breathed, smoothing his fingers over hers.
Laura nearly dropped the tray. She should have backed away, told him to mind his
manners, even thrown him out the front door indignantly. But instead she still bent
over by the coffee table, letting him caress her hand in that subtle, sexy way.
"Don't... don't do this. It's just not right for you to do this," she pleaded, knowing her
face was showing her smoldering want.
"So what? What's right?"
Joe's reasoning struck a responsive chord in Laura. She had done that horrid thing with
Pal... or nearly had. Now she had a chance at a man, a real man, who wanted her, even
if he was her daughter's boyfriend. There were plenty of boys out there for Vikki. The
girl had her whole life ahead of her. Laura had to make up for all those years of
chastity, of frustration.
"It's just that..."
Laura knew her breathing was labored. Everything around her was blurred, out of
focus.
"Perhaps you'd want to watch some television," Laura said, still thinking about calling
off what appeared to be the inevitable.
"No."
That simple denial made her shudder. Their little game was ending here and now. He
knew she was hot, hot for him. She could see it in his eyes, in the way he smiled at her.
How all this had started Laura didn't know. Now things were getting out of hand. She
felt she couldn't get her breath. A man, a real live stud panting after her ass. It was
almost too good to be true!
"What's your first name?" Joe asked, standing up and holding her by the shoulders.
"Laura," she said, unable to meet his gaze.
He was drawing closer and closer to her. She could feel his hot panting breath against
her cheek. His hands tightened around her waist. And then... then his lips pressed hard
against hers, his tongue slicing into her mouth. All pretense was tossed aside. She was
going to get fucked, and fucked good!


Chapter 10

How had they made it up to her bedroom? Laura didn't know. Everything was so hazy,
blurred by her rising sexual arousal. Laura remembered her daughter. But Vikki said
she would call ahead of time. That would give the. two of them plenty of time to clean
up and hide the fact they'd been... fucking behind her back!
"You're... you're wonderful," Laura sighed, feeling him slipping off her skirt after
having taken off her bra and blouse.
"You look fantastic."
Laura dropped her eyes. She could see him in the glow of the bathroom light. He was
half naked now, his fingers fumbling around his belt buckle. He hesitated, staring down
at Laura.
"Something wrong?"
"You won't tell anyone... I mean," she paused, staring down at the bed, at her naked
legs, "I mean, you won't say anything about-" "Hey. Don't worry. I don't do things like
that," Joe said, unfastening his pants and pushing them down to his ankles.
Laura watched with growing interest at the bulge around his piss-flap. He was shoving
his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts. For a moment she
wondered if her daughter had been in this same position. Had Joe looked at Vikki the
same way once, hesitating, toying with the girl's mind while his cock pushed out
against the stretched cotton pouch of his shorts?
"Ohhhhh!"
Cockmeat! Lots of it! Laura shivered, her eyes rounding, her forehead wrinkling up
while the backs of her legs undulated against the coverlet on her king-sized bed. Eight
inches at least!
"Like it?"
What a question to ask! Laura nodded, apparently speechless while still studying that
fat cock bobbing in front of her.
"Ohhhhh... Wh-what are you doing to me?" she gasped.
Joe was on the bed in a flash, his hands on her thighs. He was rolling her over, rolling
her over in a doggie fucking position. It was the same position she had been in
moments earlier with Pal on her spine. But now it would be a man. She felt her cuntal
walls heat up, buckle from the rising excitement churning inside her. Fucking. Wild,
wonderful fucking. "Ooooohhhh..."
Joe knelt next to her, working his fingers up along the insides of her thighs. He was
touching her cuntlips, working one finger deep into her cunt.
"Unnghhh..."
Laura closed her eyes and spread her knees farther apart. She could hear the bed
groaning from her movements, those groans matching her own. A man was loving her
with his hand. This was something beyond her most wild dreams. This high school stud
was touching her, making her cunt drool with more and more juice.
"Like it, like my touch?" he whispered.
"Ohhhhhh... yesssss..."
Laura was grunting and gasping. To think that minutes ago she had nearly flipped and
let Pal mount her.
Laura felt herself burning up between her legs, felt her nipples getting hard and itchy,
brushing over the wrinkled top sheet. Again she moved, feeling the sexy rub of her
swollen cuntlips.
Joe moved behind her, reaching around and touching her navel, her rib cage, and
finally her tit tips. Laura felt him pinching those rubbery nubs, rolling them back and
forth so hard she thought she would piss from excitement. She growled, rocking her
body. She prayed her daughter would never come home. Let her stay at Wendy's all
night while she and Joe fucked and fucked and fucked!
"Mmmmmmmm..." Laura growled, bobbing her ass back and forth.
She was doing the same thing she'd done for Pal when he hesitated behind her. Now
she was encouraging Joe, wanting him to slip that monster cock into her sucking cunt.
All those terrible years of frustration would be melted away in one mad moment. That
moment would be when Joe would slip his prick in her snatch.
"Now, baby, now," he whispered. Chills swept over her flesh, making it crawl with wild
pleasure. Laura crouched there, waiting for that big fuck. "Feel it?"
She felt it, felt his cockhead pressing up against her cuntlips! The cum oozing from his
piss-slit burned like acid against her clit. Her ass pranced for that big thing, wanted that
prick slipping into her fuckhole. He was going in slowly, his fingers hooked around her
hipbones, holding her steady. Inch by inch, that fat cock slurped its way into her juicy
hole.
Laura groaned, arching her back, snapping her head from side to side. Her cuntal
muscles were spasming, feeling so hot and tight and itchy as they were stimulated by
Joe's cock-head. And then they began fluttering against his sinking prick.
"Ohhhhhh, man!" Joe sighed, closing his eyes and throwing back his head.
Laura felt so peeled open, so spread apart with the young athlete fucking her from
behind. And then she felt him sliding forward a little more, tucking up and under.
There was a powerful fucking lunge, and more inches of his fat cock slipped into her
cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped.
More prickmeat was tunneling into her cunt. She gasped with wild delight, tossing her
head back and forth. Her hair tangled around her neck, everything around her making
her feel so young, so free, so sexy! It was so good, so wildly good for her to feel this
crazy exchange of body pleasure. All she cared about was fucking, about scratching that
horrible itch that had been driving her out of her mind for so long. And this stud was
going to do the scratching with his eight-inch cunt-splitter!
"Ummmmmmm..."
He was going so deep, so deliciously deep with his cock. And then he leaned forward,
kissing her neck, running his tongue down her bumpy curved spine. It felt lovely, more
lovely than anything she had ever felt in her life. Wonderful fucking was all she wanted.
"Oh God, when you... when you pull out like th-that, ohhhhh, I'm dying, I know it!"
Long strings of drool oozed from her lips as he fucked hard and deep. Laura wiggled
from side to side in his grasp, terribly aware of his cock size, of his power. "Man, you're
hotter than most teeny hoppers I've fucked," he panted in her ear, starting to drive his
cock faster and harder into her cunt.
Laura heard the slurping sounds of his cock as it slipped back and forth, in and out of
her tight slippery hole.
She could feel hot streaks of her juices dribbling down the backs of her thighs. She was
soaked, soaked with her own fluids. And they were wetting down Joe's cock and balls.
She wanted to fuck every way there was to fuck. She wanted to stay up all night with
this boy named Joe. She tossed her ass more frantically, wanting to feel the maximum
amount of pleasure she could from his pile driving prick.
"Man, oh man, gonna... gonna make it!" Joe cried in a strangled voice.
She was glad, glad he was going to shoot. Laura felt her mind whirling around, rockets
exploding in her head. She was babbling and jerking, feeling Joe working his young
thick-muscled hips. Juice seemed to erupt from her cunt as she felt it leaking down her
ass and onto her ankles. Grinding her hips wildly, she felt herself teetering on the edge
of climax.
"Cummmmmm..."
Wagging her ass desperately, feeling her cunt being speared by the young teen's prick,
Laura was going to cum. She was finally going to climax with a cock in her. It would be
good, sooooo good!
"Oh God, God, I can't hold back... can't hold back!" she panted.
She dug her nails against her palms, opening her mouth and letting out cries of delight.
Laura felt his fingers dragging over her back, hooking once more onto her hipbones
and holding her ass firmly against his loins while spearing all the way into her. Joe was
raking pure pleasure from her cunt. Her clit was swollen and hot, begging for release!
Soon, soon, any moment! Laura could see bright lights popping in front of her, feel her
head about to burst open. Never in her life had the woman felt such a rush of sexual
power about to overwhelm her.
"Ugh... ughhhh... ahhhhhhhh!"
Laura felt herself only a second away from sheer white-hot insanity. Then that second
passed, and she was crazed, mad, going wild with yelping fits of delight. The final
tearing flames of climax engulfed her.
"Cummmmmm!" she shrieked, that white-hot core of joy burning through her like
acid. Joe's cock was fucking her so beautifully, drawing all delight to her cunt.
"Go for it, Laura, go for it!" he cried in a strangled voice, keeping his hairy groin
pressed up tight against her jiggling asscheeks.
Laura heard him in the background, felt his fingers holding her hard as she bucked and
jerked and thrashed under him. At times she thought she was going to pass out from
lack of air. Again and again she dragged in more oxygen to feed her twisting body.
She collapsed on the bed, her body still jerking about as if someone had attached a live
electric wire to it. Laura groaned and clawed for several more moments, slowly calming
down. That cock. It still felt hard, so very hard wedged between her fluttering cuntal
walls. Laura moved and felt it jerking. God! Joe hadn't cum! She knew it. He hadn't
fired off yet!
"You... you didn't cum," she gasped, twisting her head around from the crushed pillow.
Joe smiled.
"You're something I don't wanna finish off that fast," he said, bending down and
kissing her neck lightly.
Laura shuddered. Her breath caught when she realized that there was still going to be
more for her.
"I'm pretty damned close. We're gonna have to be careful for a while."
"Yes, we will," Laura said, pushing thoughts of her daughter from her mind.
Joe wanted her now, not Vikki. She smiled, feeling him slowly withdraw his cock from
her slackening cunt and turn her around.


Chapter 11

Laura pulled away from Joe's cock, wiping her lips with the back of one hand. She had
been sucking him off, actually touching her mouth to his prick when the phone jangled
near the bed.
"Vikki!" she breathed, feeling a flush of guilt and embarrassment.
At first she thought about not answering it. But her daughter would suspect something
immediately. Giving Joe a rueful look, she slid across the bed and stretched out one
arm. "Hello?"
"Vikki?" Joe whispered, sitting up.
"Yes, everything's fine, dear. Wendy all right? Good, good. Yes, Joe's here. I've been...
uhhhhh... entertaining him until you get home. All right, I'll tell him. Goodbye."
Laura hung up, feeling her world darken around her.
"She's leaving Wendy's in a while. She'll be here in a few minutes."
Laura didn't have time to think. The two of them slid quickly from the bed, pulling on
their clothes, glancing nervously at the clock.
Laura rushed from the bedroom, leaving Joe sitting on the edge of the mattress pulling
on his boots. Smoothing down her hair and skirt, Laura padded down the stairs, her
mind whirling around like a cyclone. She had done things tonight, wonderful things...
and with her daughter's date. He hadn't cum, of course. But... but that was probably
because he had a date with Vikki tonight! Yes, that was it! He was saving his jizz for
her!
Laura stopped at the foot of the stairs, clenching her fingers into two tight fists and
digging the nails into her palms.
Laura heard footsteps. Joe was coming down the stairs. He smiled, passed her by with a
pat on the ass, then sat down in the living room.
Just in time, Laura thought as she heard Vikki open the door.
The next scene was brief. Laura heard something about what had gone on at Wendy's.
But all the time she was thinking what she and Joe had done in the bedroom. She
remembered the way he'd held her down to the bed, the way his cock felt pressing hard
against her cuntlips, forcing them open, then sliding greasily over her pussylips. Her
daughter was going to enjoy the same thing, have the same kind of fun with this stud
while she... she was left alone again.
"Good by, Mom," Vikki said breathlessly, giving Joe a quick look over her shoulder.
"I'll be back early."
"Bye, Mrs. Urban," Joe said, letting Vikki out the front door. "Maybe later. There's lots
more I can show you," he whispered, touching her wrists lightly, then disappearing into
the night.
Laura clung to the door, watching the two of them slip into Joe's car. There was the
roar of his engine, a slight squeal of rubber, and then they were gone. Laura stared into
the empty street. She could hear crickets. And somewhere in the distance a dog was
barking. It was such a lonely, empty scene, one that matched the feelings inside her
now.
Slowly she closed the door, locking it, then leaning heavily against the molding. So
much had been promised by that fucking. And then she was left back in the cold. Later.
Maybe. But what about now? What about her cunt that was throbbing, pulsing,
begging for that fat cock again?
Padding footsteps in the kitchen. Standing there in the kitchen doorway was Pal. His
head was tilted to one side, his long pink tongue hanging from his mouth. Laura
shivered. She had told herself again and again she wouldn't let that animal touch her.
Especially after Joe had fucked her, Laura couldn't conceive of going back to that awful
animal.
And yet there she was, standing alone in the living room, fighting back the sobs while
warm cunt juice trickled down her itchy thighs. She was thinking of it again. Standing
there staring at the handsome German shepherd, Laura was thinking of going with the
dog once more.
"Pal..."
Her daughter had left. Joe had left. Only Pal was here, good old Pal. Of course she
wouldn't let herself get back into that situation where he mounted her. No! That had
been a mistake. But licking, well, that was another thing.
"Pal..." she whispered again.
The animal whimpered, moved forward a step, then stopped, still looking up quizzically
at the woman.
"Come here... come upstairs."
As Laura climbed the stairs she thought of her daughter and Joe. Were they fucking
now? Was he putting his prick into her mouth, holding Vikki's head while he slipped
more and more of his cock down her throat? A pang of jealousy rippled through her as
she opened the bedroom door and let in the animal.
"That's right, boy, up on the bed."
The sheets were still twisted around, damp with her juices and sweat. She had been so
happy there just a few moments ago. Well, she'd be happy again.
Slowly Laura pulled her blouse from her skirt, unbuttoned it, then shrugged it off. The
animal bounded on the bed, turning around and sitting down on his haunches,
patiently waiting as Laura slipped off her bra. Then she reached down and pushed her
skirt to the floor. In a moment she was naked once again, going to her other love... that
muscular German shepherd panting for her.
"Oh yes, Pal, yes."
Did Joe fuck Vikki the same way? Was he going to bend her daughter over in a doggie
style and fuck her until she screamed down the walls? And where the hell were they
fucking anyway? His house? The park? His car?
"Ummmmmm..."
Pal had moved between her raised legs. In a moment she felt his snout pushing under
her hot cuntal mound. His tongue was wetting her, wetting her thigh.
Laura knew he could smell her cunt juice. The animal growled, putting his paws against
her inner thighs while twisting his muzzle around and around in her cunthole. The feel
of his stubby nosehairs against her supersensitive pussymeat made Laura twist and
writhe on the mattress.
"Oooooohhhhh..."
Pal was slopping over the tender flesh of her thighs. Each lick brought out more and
more cunt juice. Joe. Vikki. They had done this to her, had driven her back into the
paws of that animal now licking her off.
"Ughhh..."
Pal was nuzzling between her cuntlips. She knew he was tasting her... smelling and
tasting her. Gently, delicately, his long pink tongue petted around her inner cuntlips,
touching her clit again and again. Only moments ago Joe had been fucking her,
touching her clit with his prick. How things had changed!
"Unnnnnhnnhhhh..."
The bed creaked and groaned as Laura began tossing her ass more furiously about.
How good it was to feel his hot breath on her cuntal hairs as he slopped her cunt over
and over.
"Do it... oh yes, do it to me!" she cried, snapping her knees together and trapping the
handsome dog's head between them.
She wanted that animal, needed him as she'd needed Joe. Again she thought of that
stud, thought of the way his cock felt in her pussy, splitting her body in two, filling her
to the bursting point! How her belly swelled with his cockmeat.
"Harder... uhhhh... oh yes, yes, touch me harder!"
With another cry Laura reached down her belly, finding the dog's pointed nose, feeling
the squishy mess between her thighs. She could feel Pal loving her, washing his tongue
over and over her pussy. The German shepherd was there to help her, to service her
now as she bounced and jerked on the bed.
Laura opened her eyes and raised her head. His dark furry body was wedged between
her shivering thighs, his head buried in her cuntal thicket.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!"
Laura dropped her head back to the mattress. She had thought something like this just
couldn't go on. But it could and did. She was feeling wet down there, so damned wet
with his hot doggie spit. And now he was licking the very bottom of her ass, lapping
back into the split of her buttocks. Did he want to rim her, to lick her shitter?
Laura kicked her legs up higher, rolling back a little more. She'd try anything, anything
that would take care of her itch, of her need to have something, anything making love
to her.
"Uhhhh..."
It was good, so shamelessly good! Her clit burned from the steady licking friction.
Laura fanned her fingers out along Pal's throat, raising her feet from the bed. Slowly,
breathing harder than ever, Laura spread herself open to the dog. Pal let out a hungry
yip, then nuzzled and licked and pressed his snout against her snatch.
She cried out again, throwing her head into the crushed pillow while bringing her feet
around and rubbing the bare soles against his furry coat. That touch, that feel, brought
another rush of wild rippling sensations to her cunt. She couldn't take much more of
this, she just couldn't!
"Ohhhhhh... Pal!"
Laura moved her ass up, let it fall back, then shot it back up once more. Up and back,
up and back, fucking the animal's mouth. It was the best thing she could do, and how
it felt to her! It wasn't as good as having Joe on top of her, pile driving his cock into her
cunt, but it was still good.
Laura worked her ass around in frantic circles. Then she stopped. She wasn't going to
let Pal fuck her again. She wouldn't sink that low. But she was turning around,
crouching down in that position, pushing her face into the pillow while tucking her
knees up under her belly.
"Can't be happening... I won't let it happen. No, no, I won't," she said, tilting her ass
up, letting the dog lick those fleshy, slick globes.
It was happening again. She could feel his tongue going up and down, up and down
over her fuzzy fuckcrack. And then there was that feel of paws, scratching her
asscheeks.
"No, no..."
He was on her once more! And this time Laura was sure she wouldn't swat him off. She
felt his forelegs gripping her hard, his head nuzzling her neck and shoulders.
"Oohhhhh, Pal..."
She could feel that hard, hot, knobby cock rubbing her. He was going to fuck her. Oh
dear. He was going to fuck her!
Holding her breath, tucking her legs under her belly a little more and angling her ass
up, Laura got ready for the animal. And when she felt that pointed tip of his cock
sliding into her cunt, she let out a howl. Let Joe and Vikki fuck. She had Pal, after all,
and wasn't that enough?

* * *

Later that evening in a nearby park, Joe was smoothing his fingers over Vikki's high
riding tits. Her nipples were still warm, still stiff from their marathon fucking spree.
Vikki had been completely uninhibited this evening, willing to try all positions. Joe had
cum twice in her and he was glad he hadn't been brought off by Vikki's equally hot
mother.
"Ohhhhh, that was wonderful," Vikki sighed, looking dreamily up at him.
She squeezed her cuntal muscles, milking her slick folds and hollows against his
softening cock. Vikki wished they could go on fucking all night. But she had promised
her mother they'd be home early. It was the first date under her mother's new policy.
No sense in antagonizing the woman. There'd be other dates, other times with Joe,
when she'd be able to feel him sliding into her. And those rubbers! They made her feel
so safe, secure from being knocked up!
"You're real fine, Vikki, but-" "I know... home," she said a little sullenly.
"But there'll be other times," he said, pulling his cock slowly from her cunt.
"Can't tell my mom anything that'd make her suspect... well, you know," Vikki said,
dropping her eyes modestly as she slid away from him and began cleaning herself up
with an old towel he'd given her.
"Yeah, your mom," Joe said, his smile broadening. "Don't worry. I don't think she'll be
a problem."
Vikki didn't think so either. Putting on her clothes, she found herself humming to
herself.


THE END
