THE DOG AND THE HOT BITCH WIDOW
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

That tingle! That damned itchy tingle between her shivering thighs was worse tonight!
Lois Faddis let out a long hissing breath through her teeth, smoothing her fingers over
her belly. She stood there in the living room, her eyes on the mantle clock. Ten-thirty.
Her daughter Marilyn was out with her visiting niece Debbie. They'd be gone for a
while at the theater, leaving her alone... all alone.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
It had been that way for nearly five years now. Five long years without a man, without
sex! Lois let out another low moan, rubbing her icy fingers over her upper arms. There,
she had said it! She had admitted that she needed a man. Her cunt was so tight, so hot
and wet that it hurt, actually hurt!
At night she had all those dreams of men chasing her, pawing her, tearing off her
clothes and flinging her to the ground. And then in an orgy of brutality they all fucked
her – their cocks long, hard, filled with the jizz she needed.
It was then she would wake up, sitting bolt upright, her dressing gown soaked with
perspiration, her cunt swollen, hot, pulsing, her half-inch-long nipples itchy angrily.
Lois was a mature woman, one who could control her emotions. She had accepted
Brad's death and had managed to go on with life, raising her daughter, maintaining the
house with Brad's insurance money, company pension, and one or two part-time
secretarial jobs she'd held.
But something was wrong. As she sat there in the living room night after night,
listening to the ticking of that damned clock, Lois knew something was terribly wrong.
It wasn't natural for a vital, attractive woman of thirty-six to sit at home and watch
television. But the thought of dating again terrified her enough to keep Lois biting her
nails, wondering how good it would feel to have a man touching her, fucking her with a
nice fat prick.
She had heard Marilyn talk about some of the other girls' mothers, about how they
tramped around in bars picking up men half their ages and dragging them home to
bed. It was shameless to see a woman acting that way, trying to recapture her youth
after a divorce. She would not allow herself to be held up to that kind of ridicule! She
would play the part of the concerned mother, keeping her body as well as her thoughts
pure.
This attack of sexuality always seemed to come in two-week cycles. This week was the
worst. Lois pushed her fingers through her long blonde hair, listening to her heavy,
uneven breathing. Perhaps there would be more of those wonderfully vulgar dreams
tonight. Those dreams would provide her with that needed release without causing her
any danger. And how she needed that relief! Those vivid dreams – how different they
were, some of them depicting sex acts that she hadn't even talked about since those
giggling days in high school!
Lois found her fingers were cold and shaking. She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress
and walked over to the coffee table. She would read several of the new magazines that
had come in the mail, try to get her mind off sex, off what she both needed and feared
most in life.
Her ass sank comfortably into a soft cushion as she picked up one magazine and began
thumbing through it. God! Picture upon picture of men in bathing suits, advertizing
cigarettes, cars. She stared at one particular man – tall, hairy chested, drooping
moustache, and between his legs, pushing out the front of his wet black bathing suit...
"No!" Lois threw down the magazine. All she could think of tonight was sex and men.
Leaning forward, Lois covered her face with both hands, feeling the fingertips pressing
against her burning forehead. What a horror show she was going through, sitting there
on the edge of her couch and feeling her cunt burning so!
Looking up, Lois glanced at the clock. Her daughter and niece were still at the movies.
Marilyn was a good daughter, always attentive. All those stories about girls getting
pregnant, about them letting boys do naughty things to them made Lois nervous lately.
But Marilyn seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. She didn't seem to go off
the deep end as so many of the girls around the neighborhood had to the distress of
their parents.
"What's the use..." There was no reason for her to stay up. She was tired. She was
horny. Perhaps it was best simply to go to bed and let her mind take over. There would
be those dreams again, dreams about men who never existed, but who would take care
of that burning, achey itch between her shivering thighs. It would be wonderful feeling
their hands caressing her supple asscheeks while hungry mouths sucked and licked her
burning flesh.
As she stood up, Lois felt a ripple of excitement rush up and down her loins. She closed
her eyes, feeling her flesh crawl, feeling her cuntlips swell. This was going to be an
interesting night in her dreams. Lois couldn't remember having been this excited! Her
breathing was shaking, shallow, while her knees knocked together.
Caesar! She had forgotten about him. From the far end of the hall, the big brown and
white Airedale padded toward her.
Lois cringed. She always cringed around her daughter's dog. There was something
about that animal, something almost human-like that seemed so unnatural! She never
liked the dog even when he was a puppy. He was just too big for their house and yard,
she thought.
But Marilyn was so in love with the shaggy thing that Lois didn't have the heart to take
it away from her. How she cursed herself since for having given in like that! "Caesar!"
The dog was now three years old-beautiful really, but almost wolflike in his proud way
of staring at her. Lois couldn't make him obey at all, though strangely enough her
daughter was able to chasten him with one word.
"Down, Caesar, down!"
Lately he'd been getting awfully friendly, sniffing around her ankles. Lois knew animals
sniffed around. It was just part of their nature. But there was something about Caesar
that she found disquieting.
Once she had kicked him in the snout when Marilyn wasn't looking. He had nearly
picked up her skirt with his muzzle. That had been going too far.
The dog was turning around and peering up at her. He let out a small bark.
Lois shivered, rolling up the magazine and tapping it threateningly against her thigh.
"Go back and leave me alone."
How shaky her voice was. It sounded low, throaty, sexy! What on earth was happening
to her? She stood there in the living room threatening her own dog with a newspaper!
How ridiculous! All she had to do was simply go up the stairs and leave him alone with
his dinner bowl. Marilyn and Debbie would be home soon and they could handle the
animal – while she would be upstairs dreaming all those seductive dreams, pitching and
rolling around.
"I said... no, Caesar!" Lois shouted. The dog was making a strange noise as he nosed
between her legs. This was too much! It was just like the afternoon in the kitchen when
he had touched behind her knee with his cold nose. She had nearly fallen to the floor
with that touch!
She slapped downward with the rolled magazine. But the dog ducked back.
"This is silly," Lois breathed, throwing the magazine into one corner and starting to
head toward the stairs.
She was halfway there when she felt Caesar's nose slide between her thighs once more
and bump the underside of her cuntal mound. Lois stopped in shock, her eyes bugging
out while her breath caught. For one moment she thought she had to be imagining
things. No animal would do that to his mistress. Certainly Caesar wouldn't. He hadn't
been trained that way by her daughter, and certainly not her! But there it was again!
Horror flashed through her mind as she backed away, her brain spinning around and
around.
"No!" She shouted in panic now, trying to kick at the barking Airedale.
But Caesar swirled easily behind her, his stubby tail wagging. Lois could feel his hot
breath on the inner surfaces of her thighs. She felt strangely giddy, almost drunk. What
was making her like this, keeping her off-balance? That animal, that awful dog doing
this to her!
Again she slapped down at him, feeling his breath against her ankles, against her legs!
"Horrible, awful beast!"
He was a dog, just a dog. What was it that was making him touch her like that? Of
course she knew. It was because she was excited sexually. He could smell her pussy. He
could smell her and he wanted her the way he would want some bitch in the street
gutter. It wasn't really his fault. The best thing Lois could do would be to rush upstairs
and bolt herself behind the door. That way Caesar wouldn't be able to get to her and
she could have the evening free for her dreams.
"Unnghhh..." she groaned.
The animal didn't seem to want to let her go! He was licking her now, licking the soft
spots behind each knee just as he had done earlier in the kitchen.
Oh God, it felt... Lois didn't want to think about how it felt! She let out another
shuddering moan and stepped back.
She had to get away from the dog, back away some place where she could control her
reeling feelings.
"Get away, Caesar! Go have more dinner," she panted, frantically searching for some
path of escape.
Caesar had her cornered. It was so weird, dreamlike. When she knew there was no
escape in her dreams, she would wake up wtih a scream exploding in her throat. But
now she couldn't scream. This was too real, too crazy.
She felt Caesar's nose pushing hotly against her cuntal mound once more. She could
feel the nylon crotch of her panties being pressed up between the rubbery, puffy lips of
her pussy.
"Caesar... oooooohhhhh!"
She was weak, her body shaking as if she were having a fit. The swelling ball of sexual
hunger in her belly was getting worse and worse, spinning around and around. She was
panting, panting as heavily as that damned dog swarming around her legs.
Lois grasped frantically at the light fixture mounted on the wall.
Caesar barked, butting her thighs farther apart.
"No!"
She couldn't give in, she mustn't! And yet that dog's tongue felt so good, so wondrously
good, licking up and down her flesh.
"Oh no, no..."
Lois leaned heavily against the wall, curling her fingers into two tight fists until she dug
the nails into her palms. This couldn't be happening to her! Women just didn't do this
kind of thing, not respectable women like her! She was a good woman, a woman who
blushed when others talking about fucking.
And yet, there she was, swaying in the middle of her living room, feeling sensations
rushing through her cunt that she knew were wrong, unholy.
"No!" she gasped.
Somehow Lois managed to slide away, her feet moving unsteadily over the carpeted
floor. She could feel the silken material of her panties getting licked, becoming soaked
with the dog's spit. Doggie spit was drenching her panties.
Lois let out another shivery gasp, bringing one hand to the base of her throat and
sucking in a ragged breath. "Ohhhhhhh!"
She felt lost, swimming in an unfamiliar sea of wild emotion. Nothing in her past had
prepared her for this.
At times Lois had heard her husband joking wth some of his old Navy buddies about
dog and pony shows somewhere in the Philippines. Lois had even heard about some
club in Las Vegas where women played with dogs. But that was the outer fringes of
society. Not even for all the money in the world would she have let an animal touch her
like Caesar was doing now, bringing her higher and higher up the sexual plane.
"Noooooo!"
Lois felt shaky as she swayed from side to side. She could smell her pussy now. Her
cunt was juicing heavily. She could feel the fluid oozing from her cuntal slit, wetting
down the crotch panel of her panties. Lois was faint with sexual heat as the dog panted
beneath her. He was a lusting animal... just as she was quickly becoming.
"You can't... this just can't... can't be happening to me!" she gasped.
But it was happening. And Lois could tell Caesar was liking it. He was panting against
her ankles now, whimpering, nosing her, making her cheeks blush red with
embarrassed excitement.
"Nooooo..."
Yet, she couldn't hate him for following his natural instincts. He thought she was in
heat and he was pursuing her.
"Get away... please, Caesar, just get away from me..."
But the dog kept prancing around her, shoving his head between her legs, tilting his
head up and licking at the damp crotch panel of her panties. How shamelessly good it
was to feel the steady wet, licking pressure from the animal's tongue.
Again Lois groaned, shutting her eyes, digging her fingernails into her palms. "Oh God,
what's happening to me?"
And then she felt the warm wet surface of Caesar's tongue graze over one exposed
cuntlip. She cried out, her spine straightening, her flesh crawling as if someone had just
touched her with a live electric wire!
Lois felt her knees knocking against one 1 another as she staggered back, shoving her
hands down to cover her exposed pussy flesh. "Get... get away!" The dog wouldn't
obey! Lois raised one hand, trying to look as menacing as she could. But the big
Airedale only stared back amusedly, his brown eyes dancing with mischief, his long
pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth while his stubby tail wagged back
and forth. He licked her fingers, nuzzling at them. "Ooooohhhh!"
She had to get away. She had to! But where could she run?
When Lois tried to strike the dog one more time, the animal jumped back. And then he
jumped right at her, getting between her legs once more and stretching out his tongue.
He didn't hesitate this time.
Lois felt his tongue stretching the juice-soaked nylon of her crotch panel.
"Oh God, no, no!"
A tear rolled out from under her tightly shut eyelid. That sudden, scalding pressure of
his tongue peeling her cuntlips apart was too much. It had nearly brought the
trembling woman to her knees.
Lois staggered back, feeling the scratchy rub of her nipples against her bra cups. She
was aroused, highly aroused because of her pet Airedale. It was the stuff dirty jokes
were made of. Again she blushed with shame at her own perverted sexuality.
"Please, God, please, don't let... let this happen to me," she prayed, knowing full well
that Caesar was going to have his way.


Chapter 2

"Get... get away from me."
Her face was flushed, her lips trembling, as Lois backed away from the cunt-licking
animal. Again she thought of the shame, then she heard derisive laughter from
somewhere. She could see the faces grinning at her from the dark corners of her mind
as her heart raced frantically.
"No, noooo..."
Caesar was growling low in his throat.
Again, he came up to her, licking her ankles, them moving up and dragging his tongue
along the underside of her pussy mound and making her gasp.
"No, no," Lois whimpered.
Her hands clawed along the edge of the sofa as she bit down so hard on her lower lip
that she drew blood. Again she thought of those vulgar stories, dirty jokes about
women and dogs. They were tales meant to cheapen women. "Put them in their place,"
she remembered several of her husband's friends saying. But now she was doing it,
actually letting her life turn into a dirty joke!
"Noooo..." Lois backed away, unsure of where she was going, what she was doing.
In a moment she felt her ass pressing tightly against the wall. Behind her the stairs rose
to the safety of her bedroom. If only she could get away from those hungry jaws, that
wonderful tongue! If only she could master her own emotions enough to crawl away
from the dog, climb the stairs and flee.
But Caesar was with her all the time, whimpering, licking her thighs, then her cunt
through her stretched nylon panties, wetting her pussy.
"Caesar..."
She had called his name, whispering it as if he were her lover. If only she could make
him stop! But Lois couldn't. She couldn't seem to make him even give her an inch of
room. "No..."
Somehow she had managed to push herself forward, staggering past the dog, stretching
out both hands in front of her for balance. She was breathing hard.
"Back... get back," Lois panted as the animal followed her.
But Caesar didn't obey her. He followed, growling. Again Lois kicked at him. But this
time the Airedale didn't back away. Instead he opened his powerful jaws and sank his
teeth lightly into her ankles.
Lois gasped, her brain reeling crazily. She had seen him leaping at a seedy character
once who had been hanging around the garage. And now he was baring those fangs at
her, biting her!
Lois let out another cry, then stumbled forward. Again she tried to catch herself. But
this time she was too confused, too rattled from the touch of his fangs against her flesh.
She stumbled, then fell, sliding across the carpet just in front of the first step.
"God help me," she breathed.
Lois tried to stand back up. She knew she should be kicking the animal away, perhaps
even scream for the neighbors to come and help her. But how her cunt ached from the
tension of the past two weeks I Only a few moments ago she had been thinking
dreadful thoughts, thoughts about fucking, about pricks.
Friction. Just friction, that's all it was – one wet surface rubbing over another. And that
dog's mouth was pushed against her cunt now. He was taking advantage of her lying
there on the floor, nosing up her dress until it was wadded around her waist.
And she could feel his hairy legs against her thighs now, feel his cold snout edging up,
up toward her pussy!
"Please, Caesar, don't... don't... I can't handle this," she moaned.
But the dog kept licking her, smelling her. The dog's tongue slipped up higher,
exploring the insides of her thighs again.
It was like all those wicked dreams she'd been having lately, those dreams she'd both
looked forward to and dreaded.
Lois was on her belly now, her fingernails scratching and clawing at the carpeting while
she dragged herelf up toward the stairs.
"Caesar... leave me alone!"
The dog was trying to reach her drenched panties again. His tongue stretched, brushed
over the soaked narrow band of nylon.
Lois groaned, dragging herself up another foot, feeling the carpet scratching her naked
thighs.
And behind her, the dog kept licking, lapping, driving her mad with his tongue!
"Ohhhhhh..."
She heard the dog whimpering, felt his breath panting against the backs of her legs. She
was so wet all over, wet with doggie spit! It made her shudder just to think of what was
happening. And yet, in spite of her growing horror, Lois couldn't get up, just couldn't
find the strength to get up and rush upstairs to her bedroom!
Now Caesar was settling between her legs, his furry warm body pressing against her
inner thighs while his tongue lapped and licked against the crotch panel of her panties.
Lois let out another cry. She was moving her ass up and down in a pumping motion
against Caesar's licking tongue. The dog whimpered, moving the tip of his snout from
side to side. The nylon pressed against her inner cuntlips. He was forcing her pussy lips
wider apart. Lois saw bright lights of ecstasy popping in front of her.
Up and down, up and down. Lois couldn't believe she had sunk to his low level. She
was pumping her hips in fucking movements, rubbing her cuntal mound against
Caesar's snout, feeling her thighs scratching against the carpet.
Her ass muscles cramped as she neared a roaring climax. She was going to do it, going
to go for it, going to cum in the dog's mouth. "Ohhhhh..."
It was better than all those obscene dreams she'd been having before. This was real,
very real!
Turning onto one side, Lois made one more attempt to escape. She grabbed the
Airedale's head in both hands. He was growling louder now, twisting his head around
and licking her wrists. His eyes slitted, his ears went back while he wriggled in Lois'
grip, trying to get back to her cunt.
"Oh God, God, what's... what's happening to me?" she stammered.
The dog pushed back, wriggled between her thighs and opened his jaws.
Lois shivered. She felt his hot breath, felt the dog's tongue, then felt his fangs pressing
against her skin. Lois let out a shuddery moan, felt the animal let go for a second, then
bite higher on her thighs. The flush of her skin and the burning sensation of having her
nerves stimulated made her heart pound hard. "Don't..."
It was going to happen soon. She could feel the hot pressure building between her legs!
Her pussy was so hot, so swollen!
Lois twisted her body around, prancing her plump asscheeks frantically against the
floor, her dress hiking up around her waist, her legs kicking against the coffee table.
There was no feeling as good as this.
As she lay there panting for air, her chest feeling so tight that she thought it would be
crushed, Lois wanted that climax promised to her by the animal. It was only seconds
away!
"Unnghhh... ooooohhhh!"
Again Lois rolled to one side, sobbing, biting her fingers while she kept making fucking
movements.
And behind her was Caesar, Caesar with that wonderful hot wet tongue! She heard him
grunting with excitement, nosing her ass, sliding his mouth around on her asscheeks.
She felt the sloppy nylon crotch band twist and pull into a rope that fell to one side.
Her cuntlips were exposed!
"Ahhhhh!"
Caesar was licking her pussy. His tongue was actually touching her outer cuntlips now,
lapping up the juices running from her fuck slot.
"No, ohhh no!"
The dog was going crazy. He was growling louder, shoving his scratchy paws against
her thighs, dragging his tongue over her flushed skin. She heard the sloppy sounds of
his tongue over her pussy, and she let out another series of shivery groans.
He had his claws against her thighs and was now shoving his nose up and down, up
and down against her slick cuntal folds. Holding herself up on her elbows, Lois peered
down and saw that her juices were wetting down the fur around the Airedale's nose.
Her pussy was wet, so very very wet! Even with her husband she hadn't been this
excited!
"Ohhhh..." Lois felt her arms collapsing, and she fell back to the floor, rolling her head
from side to side slowly.
She was groaning steadily, rubbing the backs of her legs against the carpet, feeling her
nipples harden and twitch against her bra cups. She was half naked, stripped like this
before her dog lover. And she was loving it! How she loved feeling his furry warm body
pressing against hers, loved feeling his paws scraping over her thighs while the dog's
magic tongue sloshed up and down, up and down over her hot, swollen cunt.
Lois bent her knees slowly, drawing her legs up, feeling the tension build in her thighs
and legs. Her knees sagged apart, her toes barely leaving the floor as she pulled herself
into a spread-eagle position.
"Ohhhhhh... Caesar..."
Nothing mattered any more, nothing except her cunt and that sloppy, licking animal
wedged between her thighs. The dog was going to fuck her, going to do all sorts of
things to her to make her feel better! She would never have to rely on those awful
dreams again. She had her own lover now, someone no one could take away from her!
Her dog, her pet! "Unnghhhhh"
Lois extended one leg, fanning out her toes until they cramped from excitement. That
building tickle was getting hotter, more intense. She knew an orgasm was just around
the corner. Her mind exploded again, overloaded with a riot of sensations coursing
through her body. Cum! Cum! All she could think about was climax, orgasm, the
wonderful feeling of chilly heat rushing through her pussy. "God!"
Lois was wallowing her shoulder blades against the carpeting, arching her back, feeling
the rush of electric feelings through her pussy. Her senses reeled with the lusty rub of
the dog's tongue against her cunt. He seemed to be all over her now, dragging his
tongue over her belly, moving it up to her tits, then sliding it back toward her aching
pussy.
"Oh, Caesar... so good, so very, very good," she crooned.
Then an image of her daughter flashed through her mind. What would Marilyn say if
she were to find her like this, stretched out on the floor making love to a dog? All those
years of love, of training, would go down the drain in a flash. She just couldn't let
herself submit to this any more. She had a duty to perform. She was a mother as well as
a woman, and she couldn't take the chance of exposure no matter how much she
wanted and needed this animal!
"Get away!" she screamed, rolling away from the confused, barking Airedale.
The dog backed away for a moment, running around in circles and whimpering while
Lois did her best to regain some sense of sanity. She just had to get away from the dog
and recover. This couldn't go on. It just couldn't.
"No!"
Shakily she rose to her feet, bumping her knees hard against the coffee table. It was as
if she'd taken some potent drug. It was so hard for her to move. And how her cunt
ached and burned as if scalded with flaming acid! She fell backward once again to the
floor, her dress shooting up, exposing the swollen glistening surfaces of her cunt.
"Stop it!" she screamed, jamming her fingers down and pulling her dress over her
knees.
Caesar was barking angrily at her now. His body arched while his eyes glowed with a
wild intensity. She turned around, finding herself on her hands and knees. Her panties
were pulled into a twisted rope between her asscheeks.
Caesar plunged forward, licking her ass, nipping at her shivering flesh with his fangs.
Lois climbed the steps slowly, still on all fours, swatting back at the barking, pursuing
animal. She could hardly breathe when she reached the top of the stairs. There in front
of her she could see the opened door of the bathroom. She would escape there, escape
from her pet.
"No, get... get away from me!" she cried.
Lois found herself halfway inside the bathroom entranceway. She bumped her head
against the door as she half turned around and kicked back at the whining animal.
"No, no, you can't come in here! You can't come in here!" she moaned, tears streaking
her flushed cheeks.
Lois was almost all the way inside now, dragging her body over the cool tiles. Caesar
was still behind her, licking her thighs, then sticking his snout into her completely
exposed cunt. Flashes of incredible goodness nearly made the woman immobile.
With a titanic effort Lois managed to kick his head out of the bathroom then wedge the
door shut. "Uhhhhhhhhh..."
Somehow she stood up, clinging to the edge of the wash basin. She had nearly done it!
She had nearly committed the unpardonable sin of having sex with a dog.
"Oooohhh!"
Fucking. She needed fucking, any kind of fucking! That's why she'd gone for the
animal, let her defenses down like that. If only she had a man, a real man to hold her,
make love to her.
"Make love..."
Closing her eyes, tensing her fingers against the sink, Lois thought of those wonderful
days with her husband. How he'd made her see stars while he stuck his cock in and out
of her clinging cunt. There was a man who knew how to fuck!
A wave of disappointment swept over her. Now, she had nothing, no one. All she had
were those awful pulses in her cunt sapping her strength.
Letting out another groan, Lois rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the subtle
friction of her inner cuntlips rubbing against her clit. It felt good, very very good. She
began to move faster and faster. Relief! She needed that relief, that sense of release the
dog had promised.
"Ohhhh..."
Cum! Climax! Orgasm! It didn't matter what anybody called it. It was going to hit her,
hit her like a runaway freight train. Lois felt the room spin around her, heard the dog
whining and scratching against the bathroom door. She smiled. She would never let
that Airedale touch her. She just wasn't that kind of awful woman.!
''Uhhhhh..."
Back and forth, back and forth she rocked. Her head drooped, her long blonde hair
curtaining her face as she put both hands on the sink and brought her legs closer
together for better friction.
Cumming. She could feel herself about to climax.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuhhhh... ahhhhhhhh!"
It was good, too good. Just thinking about that earlier sensation of the dog's tongue
against her cunt rushed Lois onto a wild orgasm.
With her thighs pressed tightly together, Lois dipped and wiggled her ass. She was
moving so fast that sweat appeared out on her upper lip. She felt a strange hot
dampness under each tit. A string of drool was oozing from the corner of her mouth.
Cumming! Cumming! What a wonderful word for a wonderful sensation!
"Cummmmmmmmm!" she shouted.
Throes of climax suddenly cut through her like lightning. One hand grabbed at her
belly, then slid down, down into her cuntal thicket. Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her
body as she fingered the mushy heat of her pussy. She could feel her cunt muscles
vibrating, tensing, clutching, as her knees knocked together then suddenly gave way.
"Ohhhh, it's soooooooo good... sooooo good, very good!"
With another shout Lois felt herself come completely apart. Climax! Hard, hot, heavy
climax! It was wonderful, so wonderful!
The last thing Lois remembered was glancing at herself in the mirror and seeing a
strange woman. It was a woman trapped in her own wonderful hell, jerking and
gasping, while flames of incredible goodness lapped at her pussy.
When she finally reopened her eyes, Lois was on the floor, her head propped up against
the side of the tub. Rousing herself, moving as if every muscle were brittle, she snaked
the soaked panties off her legs, then skinned off her dress and turned on the shower.
Dragging herself into the tub and turning on the warm spray, Lois tried to wash away
her guilt, her feelings that she had done something unforgivable.
"Damned dog!" she said, sudsing her swollen cunt and working in the soap.
Something out of the ordinary had happened. A momentary relapse. She turned and let
the water flood over her tits and belly. She had a growing daughter to raise, plus a
headstrong niece whom she had to keep an eye on this week. This meant nothing,
nothing at all. Whatever had happened had happened. From now on there would be
nothing like this!


Chapter 3

Marilyn stopped. Her panties were draped around her knees. She felt giddy. Her cousin
Debbie gave her a questioning look. Debbie was daring, seemed to know so much
about everything. But this... well, this was something different.
"So, what's wrong, Marilyn?"
"Don't know. Those guys... are you sure. they're not gonna try something funny? I
mean, you know, go all the way?"
Debbie shot the blonde teen an impatient look. "You said you wanted to fool around,
right? Well, that doesn't mean you have to let him fuck you."
"Debbie!" Marilyn hissed, looking around the John nervously.
All the stalls were empty. Through the closed restroom door, Marilyn could hear
customers talking while waitresses clanged the dishes about.
"Well, you don't have to," Debbie said, pursing her lips while peering into the cracked
mirror and brushing her brown hair. "But like I said, no panties is going to make it lots
easier when he slides his hand down there to feel you off."
Marilyn shivered. She was surprised she'd gone this far with her cousin. They had
found two guys in the theater lobby earlier that eveing. Both girls had giggled, staring
at the boys wolfing down popcorn while they meandered around the candy stand for as
long as they could.
Peering over their shoulders invitingly, the girls had sashayed into the darkened theater,
hardly able to keep still when they saw the boys stumble in after them, search around,
then finally sit directly behind them.
Marilyn had never done this kind of thing before. But her cousin Debbie kept urging
her to live, to experience more out of life. For some reason she decided to do it, and
everything had been wonderful, really wonderful!
For the first hour nothing much happened, and Marilyn thought the evening would be
a dud. Then the boys started leaning forward, making all kinds of remarks, the kinds of
remarks that made her blush and Debbie giggle. Then one of them, a guy named Bob,
pulled out a bottle of booze and said he had more in his car if the girls wanted to join
them after the movie. Marilyn had hesitated, but Debbie had agreed for them both.
"My mother..."
"Don't worry about her. I'll handle it," Debbie reassured her as they'd entered the
restaurant restroom to freshen up after the movie.
"And what if... what if he does something to me I don't like?" Marilyn felt so dumb.
She saw Debbie shoot her another impatient look. Of course Marilyn knew what went
on between a man and woman. Her mother had had some confusing talks with her,
and she'd heard plenty in school about fucking. She'd heard some of the girls discuss
technique. It was better than any kind of sex-education class the school board could
cook up. Some of the girls talked about giving head, even about letting some guys eat
their cunts. The thought of having some guy putting his mouth down there made
Marilyn blush furiously.
"Then tell him not to. Look, Marilyn," Debbie said, turning around from the mirror
and smiling like an elder sister, "you're not gonna get raped. Just let him go as far as
you want. And, you'd better put those things somewhere. You can't carry them outta
here like that." Debbie was pointing at the panties still dangling from Marilyn's right
hand.
Stuffing her discarded panties in her purse, Marilyn squared her shoulders, then
marched out of the restroom with her cousin behind her.
"Hi!" Bob greeted.
"Hi," Debbie said, sliding in the booth seat next to Bob. He was handsome, dreamy
looking as she would call it.
"Like I said, we've got some good booze out there in the car," Bob said, leaning toward
Marilyn and grinning at her knowingly.
"Oh?" Of course Marilyn had tasted booze even though she had sworn on a Bible to
her mother that she hadn't. But now the thought of sharing drinks with this stud
excited her. The straw gurgled noisily at the bottom of her soda glass. Looking around
to see if anyone was listening to their conversation, Marilyn then looked at her cousin.
"Let's do it then," Debbie said, pushing her coke away and scooting out from the booth.
Mike grinned back at his buddy, then slid after her.
Things moved quickly from that point on. They climbed into Bob's car and wheeled
from the restaurant, driving down Colorado Boulevard until they left the business
district far behind them.
It was such a clear, warm night, one that made Marilyn feel funny all over. She had felt
this way before, but had done nothing about it except lay naked in bed and let her
fingers ay teasingly over her fuzzy cunt. She had thought about letting guys touch her,
do things to her. But then she'd lost the courage. What if her mother had found out?
How could she face that? So she'd done nothing... until she started talking to her cousin
Debbie. Debbie had worked on her, told her all about guys and how they were built
and everything.
"Want some now?" Bob asked, pulling out the bottle and taking a swig.
Although she could hardly make him out in the gathering dark, Marilyn could feel him.
It was his presence, a masculine presence, that excited her. She would have agreed to
anything at his point. Sure."
In the front seat Debbie was practically sitting on his lap. She heard Mike sighing, saw
Debbie moving as if she were touching something, feeling something! She blushed, and
she was glad it was too dark for Bob to notice her embarrassment.
Bob took another swallow. Marilyn felt a little dizzy as she took another drink from the
bottle.
"It's good stuff," Bob remarked.
Someone stirred in the front seat. Someone was smiling at her. Debbie. It was all so
dreamlike there in that small car as they twisted around the base of the Santa Monica
Mountains and headed for a lovers lane.
"Sure is," Marilyn said, shrugging nonchalantly as if she'd done this all the time.
Debbie was still smiling at her, knowing, sensual smile. Marilyn grabbed the bottle,
putting it to her lips and guzzling. She'd gotten more booze than she'd intended. Bob
was patting her on the back when she began to cough.
"I don't want any more... right now."
Her voice sounded funny. When she turned back to Debbie, she realized her cousin was
busy at her own game. Her cousin was slouched down in the front seat, and Mike was
making funny grunting sounds, his head jerking occasionally. Once or twice they had
wandered to one side of the road and he had to warn her to leave him alone until later.
"Debbie..." Marilyn gasped. She wanted to tell her cousin to stop it. She was getting
embarrassed and a little afraid as well. Wouldn't Bob expect her to do the same thing?
The more she thought about it, the less she enjoyed the prospect of "putting out" when
they got to where ever their final destination was.
"Good... good stuff," Bob murmured, taking the bottle from Marilyn and sticking it
back between his lips. She heard him swallowing. Then there was that heady aroma of
alcohol once more, a smell that made her so dizzy, giggly. "No, no, no more," she said.
But again Marilyn found the bottle in her hand. She felt so strange.
"Come on," Bob said, sliding one hand around her waist.
Marilyn resisted, pushing him away gently while trying to slide away to the other side
of the car. The car bumped and swayed along the narrow mountain road now. "God..."
she gasped. Bob's hand was snaking along her thighs, bunching up her dress. She still
held the bottle, wondering if she should defend her honor by smashing him with it. No,
that was too dramatic, too silly. After all, she had halfway encouraged him to do this.
She was partly responsible for what was happening here.
Again pushing his hand away, Marilyn took another swig, feeling the buzzy sensation
increase.
"Yeah, that's it. Keep it up, baby, keep it up," Bob whispered, taking the bottle from
her.
It was so strange! The world seemed so bright suddenly as they slowed down. Then the
engine stopped. Debbie was giggling, then said something about taking a walk.
Before she knew what was happening, Marilyn watched the two up front slide from the
car. Then slam the doors shut. There was the steady crunching of feet over loose gravel.
And then nothing but silence, silence only broken by Bob's increasingly heavy
breathing.
"You go to UCLA?" she said unsteadily, wondering at how strange her voice sounded
now.
"Yeah, second year." "That's nice."
It was so stupid, so incredibly silly! But Marilyn couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Pretty good booze, right?" Bob said.
Marilyn looked up at him, too afraid of what was about to happen to answer him. He
took another swig, then moved around. In a moment Marilyn found herself struggling
again, found Bob pressing up against her, his hands crawling all over her body. She
tensed, pushing both hands up against his chest. She was overwhelmed by him, feeling
so vulnerable, so... so aroused! "Don't..."
"Yeah, that's what you say, man, but Christ you're hot!"
Marilyn felt a sharp spasm pass through her cunt. She was a virgin. No man had ever
touched her pussy even though there had been some dates where there had been close
calls. But this was different. Debbie and the booze had had time to work on her
defenses. And now she was struggling with a man determined to fuck her!
"Oooooohhh!" she gasped.
"Gonna get me some stuff," he whispered, flicking his tongue in her ear.
Eating stuff. That meant a man's mouth on her cunt. Marilyn squirmed against his
urging hips, her breath going out of control.
"No!"
Marilyn didn't feel secure at all in this car. Debbie was gone. There was no one around
to help her! For a moment Marilyn felt like screaming. Then she realized how foolish
that would be. She had gotten herself into this, and now she had to get herself out of it.
"No, don't, Bob. Please, I'm not that kind... that kind of girl."
"Yeah? You sure didn't act like it in the movies," he panted, licking down the side of
her neck.
"That was my cousin's... cousin's idea," she panted.
It was getting hard for her to talk, to reason with him. All she could concentrate on
now were his roaming hands, those hot, tight sensations tightening her cunt. In a
moment she found she was gasping against his neck, kissing him there while his hands
moved up and down her sides.
"Lemme suck your tongue," Bob growled.
It was too much! Far too much! And yet she found herself giving in to him willingly. It
was too willingly, the move of a whore. Yet she was glad he had done it. He bit and
sucked on her tongue until he had her whimpering. Was it the booze that had done this
to her? Or was it something else, something far darker, far deeper? She felt feelings
stirring inside her, sensations that her mother would have called unladylike at best, evil
most likely.
"Ohhhh, Bob..."
"So you don't like it, huh?"
Her words came back to mock her. She loved it, loved the sensation of having his
tongue moving up and down the sides of her neck while his hands gathered up her
dress in bunches.
He was going to touch her cunt. She knew he was going to move his fingers over her
pussy, touch her there between her white, shivering thighs. It would feel good, soooo
very good! Debbie had been right. She'd been holding herself back for too long. Now it
was time to cut loose, to enjoy life.
"Uhhhhhhh..." Marilyn gasped.
His hand had moved down, sliding under the hem of her dress. She wiggled her asscheeks 
back and forth over the rear seat, feeling his fingers creeping up over her flesh.
Every nerve-ending seemed to stand on end in her pussy while juice dribbled out freely.
Slowly, gradually, her knees sagged apart, brushing up against the back of the front seat
while her ass slid down toward the edge of the cushion.
"That's it, baby, open up for me. Open up for ol' Bob."
"Open up," she echoed, feeling the world spinning around her.
Never before in her young, inexperienced life had Marilyn felt anything quite like this.
There had been the usual necking scenes in the backs of cars and all that, but never had
she felt so hot and squirmy like this. Never had she let a boy do things like this to her.
And it all seemed so natural, so wonderfully natural.
"Uhghhhhhh..."
"Yeah, yeah, you dig this, really enjoy it," Bob whispered, tonguing her ear while
moving his hand over her pussy.
She heard him chuckling about her naked cunt when his fingertips finally brushed up
against her pussylips. Instinctively she drew her thighs together, clamping the soft flesh
against his wrist. Bob said something else, something that made her feel so warm and
excited. Marilyn twisted around in the back seat, her legs kicking out, as he pushed one
finger up against her cuntlips. It was going in, going in past her outer pussylips.
"No!"
"Don't fight it, baby."
Debbie had told her that guys would keep on going until a girl put on the brakes. But
how could she put on the brakes when she couldn't even find the handle?
Reaching down, Marilyn curled her fingers around Bob's wrist and tried pushing it
away. She didn't want him doing all of this to her. The booze was losing its effect. She
realized what was going on, what he was doing to her. Touching her cunt! Feeling her
off! In another moment things would go too far. She wasn't going to wind up getting
fucked. And then they'd be talking about her, talking about what a hot lay she was. She
had heard some of the guys at school talking about their girlfriends. It was awful,
obscene! She wasn't going to be somebody's dirty joke. "No!"
But Bob was just too strong for her. He fought her, laughing at her futile attempts at
pushing him away. Marilyn was just panting too hard for him to take her seriously. His
fingers kept tracing the rubbery rim of her cuntlips, teasing her pussylips, picking up
the slickness around her cunt. Marilyn found herself blushing violently under those
dangerously intimate touches. Again she tried to push his hand away. "Come on, baby,
come on." He was pushing her down, down onto the back seat now, one arm around
her waist while the other had disappeared up between her legs. He had managed to slip
half her dress off! The zipper was down, the material gathered around her head, then
sliding off her shoulders. Only her bra stayed on at this point.
"Oh no, no, what... no, you can't," she moaned, twisting around in his grasp. The
frantic girl tried to grab at her dress. But now it lay on the car floor, crumpled by her
feet while Bob was pawing her all over. "Nice cunt... real nice." "Oh God, you don't...
don't understand," Marilyn panted. "I've never... never done this kind of thing before!"
Bob laughed.
"Then you take to it like a duck to water," he countered, edging away from her.
What was he doing? God! He was tonguing her belly, licking her up and down, leaving
long silver trails of spittle on her hot flesh. Marilyn twisted again on the back seat, her
feet banging against the side window. The young stud was between her thighs now, his
fingers on her flesh, his head bent down, his tongue sliding up and down, up and down
her flesh.
"Ohhhh, baby, nice hot body. You want it, want it real bad, don't cha?"
She knew what he was talking about. Frantically Marilyn babbled denials, pushing her
hands against his head. But still Bob moved lower, holding her thighs open. In a
moment Marilyn felt his stubbly cheeks pressed against her thighs.
He was eating out her cunt. It was wild, so uninhibited! Marilyn felt as if she were
hurtling headfirst into an abyss while the college stud began eating her pussy.


Chapter 4

"You're doing things to me... things I shouldn't be feeling," Marilyn openly admitted.
If only she could get him off her for a minute Then she'd be all right. Then she could
muster her resistance and tell him to leave her alone. But the way his hands were
caressing her ass, the way his mouth was moving against her young virgin cunt, there
was no way Marilyn could fend off this stud.
"I know, baby, just relax. You're gonna be real fine, real fine."
She loved the way his breath panted through her cuntal thicket. She sighed, her tits
heaving up and down as she felt his tongue going around and around, barely touching
the quivering outer rim of her cuntlips. His fingers were caressing her ass, stroking
back toward her shitter, then moving up to her pussy and stimulating the nerves
around her cuntal mouth. He had her spread out, completely helpless in the back seat
of his buddy's car.
"Oooooohhh..." Marilyn gasped.
The tickling touch of his mouth against her pussy was almost too much for her to
stand. Even though she had heard some of the girls at school talking about pussy-eating
she had never really thought much about having a guy put his mouth on her cunt. It
just didn't seem right! Even fucking seemed a little strange. But now...
"Go for it, baby, come on, make it with me. You're gonna really make it with me."
She felt him rimming the bottom of her cuntal mouth with his tongue. She stiffened,
wallowing her back against the seat cushion. And then he was really eating her out,
slopping his tongue up and down, up and down her fuzzy pussy until her blonde cunt
hairs were soaked with his saliva. His fingers pressed hard against her thighs as he
spread her inch by tingling inch.
"Ummmmmmmmm..." she sighed.
"Feels real nice and good and hot, right?" Bob asked.
Marilyn could only let out another shivery cry as she felt his tongue moving up and
down her belly. Without even thinking about it, she began to move her hips in soft
fucking motions. She just had to move her thighs, had to increase the friction of his
tongue rubbing against her cuntlips.
Digging her fingernails into the plastic seat cushion, Marilyn cried out again, her fine
hair tangling around her neck. "Stop... oh, please stop it..." Bob groaned.
"Debbie'll be back and if she sees me..."
"Don't worry about them," Bob whispered.
He made her sit up, reaching around and unbuckling her bra. Marilyn felt as if she
were drugged. She was so weak, so weak with rising sexuality. Her head went back,
back, back... her mouth opened, and in a second Bob was on top of her, pressing his
lips hard against hers while sticking his tongue down her throat. God! She could smell
her pussy on his cheeks!
It was too wild, far too wild, for her to take. And yet he was still insistent, holding her
struggling body, pinning her to the car seat. And his hand was back between her legs,
smoothing over her thighs. His touch brought a moan from deep inside her. He rolled
one thumb back and forth, making her cling to him desperately.
Marilyn cried out again, hunching forward, closing her thighs more tightly against his
probing hand.
"Want this real bad, don't cha?" Bob whispered, tonguing her ear.
"Uh-huh," she answered, her face so hot and flushed with excitement.
Things were going so fast for her. He was smiling at her strangely, almost laughing at
her. And then he began to drop his head between her shivering thighs once more.
Marilyn didn't care. She closed her eyes, feeling her breathing going out of control. She
was so hot.
"Ohhhhhh..."
He was sucking her cunt so hard! And at the same time his tongue was wriggling deep
inside, washing over all her sensitive cuntal folds and hollows, making her buck, thrash
and writhe under his masterful oral touch.
He was caressing her firm little ass at the same time, and that added sensation brought
another shudder of pleasure to her. Her cunt was fitted tightly over his mouth now.
That sound made her shiver, the sound of his lips smacking over her pussy!
"Oh Bob, no, no! You just. Uhhhhh... just can't do this to me!"
It was so strange, so naughty, doing something like this in the back seat of a car. And
how good it felt having his teeth cutting along the edges of her delicate cuntlips. How
good it was! How marvelous it felt!
Marilyn began tensing her thighs once more, heaving her ass up, feeding Bob her cunt.
She was actually fucking his mouth, bouncing her ass up off the car seat and rubbing
her pussy hard against his mouth!
Once or twice her feet slipped off the car seat and banged into the back of the front
headrest. The windows were beginning to fog up while the small car rocked from all
their fucking movements. Anyone walking by would know what was going on. But
Marliyn didn't care. Nothing mattered except his tongue sliding in and out of her
pussy.
"Real hot, baby, real hot. You got juice comin' outta you like lava," Bob whispered.
"I swear, I've never... never done anything like this before."
Bob smirked down at her, then moved his head up until his tongue was pressing
against her clit.
"Uh... uh... ughhhh!" Marilyn gasped.
Marilyn's fingers curled, clawing at the overhead while her plump asscheeks shivered
and danced frantically for more sensation, for more tongue. Bob growled like a dog
between her legs, letting his teeth do more cutting along the sensitive rubbery rim of
her outer cuntlips while his tongue dipped and plunged into her convulsing cunthole.
Again and again he fucked her with his tongue, touching her ass, pinching her ass flesh,
making her nearly scream with sensation.
And then Marilyn felt him moving one hand back from her ass. Keeping his tongue in
her pussy, Bob suddenly put two fingers together and pushed them over his tongue into
her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Marilyn arched her back like a cat, kicking out one leg and hitting the
bare sole hard against the side window.
Her forehead was pressing against the armrest while her body jerked from side to side.
She was drooling, tossing her head crazily while Bob fucked in and out of her with his
closed fingers and sucked her clit between his teeth.
Marilyn was going crazy. She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough
friction. This was far too much, too much for her to take! Marilyn felt the suction of
her cunt trying to nurse at his fingers as if they were a cock!
"Unnnnhhhhh..." She had no control any more. She felt the itchy fury of an oncoming
orgasm take over. Marilyn let out more frenzied gasps, tightening her grip around Bob's
head while hunching wildly against his face. "Ohhhh, I'm going to... going to..."
"Go for it, baby, come on, cum!" That tickle was growing to a terrible aching itch. And
then the world exploded all around her. Marilyn grabbed at something, anything, to
hold onto as lights popped in front of her eyes. She was cumming, cumming with a
fury she had never known before!
Marilyn didn't remember the last of it. She was drifting around in a paradise of slick,
satiny feelings that finally leaked away. She tried to open her eyes. She was on her back,
her legs spread, twitching. Her lips were so dry she had to lick them. Bob was leaning
back. She felt so soft, wanted.
Sighing, Marilyn rubbed her fingers over her eyes. Even in the dark she could see the
bulge between his legs. And there was a darkening stain down one pantleg.
Then there was the sound of feet crunching over gravel again. Debbie! "Hurry!"
Marilyn gasped. Bob moved quickly, throwing Marilyn her clothes, helping her dress as
Debbie and Mike threaded their way through the brush to the car.
Marilyn slipped her dress over her head and looked somewhat calm when her cousin
came within eyeshot of the car. Had Debbie fucked Mike? The thought made her brain
spin.
Bob was sitting next to her now, one arm draped innocently around her shoulder. He
was breathing heavily, telling her he wanted to do all kinds of things to her. Once he
even wanted to get her to touch his prick. But now Marilyn was too frightened of
exposing herself in front of her cousin to do anything. It was a silly feeling, she knew.
But there was something like guilt plaguing her.
"Hi! You guys have fun?" Debbie chirped, opening the door and sliding in. She gave
Marilyn a funny grin, shoving her long brown hair back.
"Oh, sort of," Marilyn mumbled, blushing to the roots of her hairs. Again she was glad
it was so dark inside that her cousin couldn't see her face.
"That's nice," Debbie said, looking dreamily at Mike as he slid in and slammed his car
door.
Marilyn felt embarrassed, all tangled up inside as they backed out of the parking spot
and headed back on the road. It was late. Her mother would be frantic. And yet her
cunt still burned! She sat, her hands over her thighs, feeling absolutely naked in the
short dress and no panties. Her hot little cunt was pressed down against the car seat,
wetting it with pussy juice.
Bob had gotten her so hot, and worked her up! The image stuck in her mind now –
that bulge between his legs! Did he have a big prick? She had heard all kinds of stories
about guys. Six inches or so seemed to be about average. Some had less, lots had more,
much more!
Marilyn found herself thinking about Bob's cock as they wound their way back down to
the freeways of Los Angeles. Would he fuck her the next time? Would there be a next
time? She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly between her teeth. Cunt-sucking
had been nice, real nice! Marilyn could still feel Bob's tongue washing over her cunt,
licking the innermost parts of her pussy. How she had thrashed under his touch, loved
the feel of his fingers smoothing over her ass while his tongue stuck in and out, in and
out of her convulsing cunthole.
He hadn't even taken his cock out of his pants let alone stuck it into her. Would she let
him do it to her? Marilyn bit down on her lower lip, snuggling up closer to him. It was
hard to tell. She'd have to talk to Debbie about this more when they got home.
Marilyn felt her cunt tighten when Bob slipped his hand down a little lower and
touched her tits. He wanted to see her again.
She could tell that from the way he was handling her.
"Hey, gimme your number. I wanna see you again. I think... we could have lots of fun,"
Bob said, holding her close. She let out a soft sigh. Both she and Debbie gave the boys
their phone number, then slipped out of the car fast.
Mike peeled rubber as he careened around the street and back toward the freeway.
Turning around, Marilyn caught sight of the porch light and felt another rush of guilt.
Bob hadn't fucked her. But there would be her mother's piercing stare to weather.
"Come on, I'll talk to her," Debbie said, slipping one arm around her cousin and
helping her up the walk.
The girls let themselves into the house and turned off the porch light. There was no one
downstairs. Marilyn was a little surprised. Normally her mother would be watching
some terrible late-night movie, tapping her fingers impatiently, waiting to hear
Marilyn's excuse for being late. Then there would come a torrent of accusations that
made her blush. Of course, Debbie was there and her mother wouldn't let the ceiling
down.
But now her mother wasn't around. Marilyn shrugged, looking a little confused at her
cousin.
"Looks like the warden's off," Debbie said, smiling broadly at her cousin.
"She must be super tired. Thank God," Marilyn sighed, running her fingers through her
hair.
"Then come on. Let's go upstairs and talk," Debbie suggested.
For the next three hours the two teenagers sat cross-legged on their beds and talked
softly, yet excitedly, about what had happened to them. Debbie had let Mike go all the
way with her. She talked about how big his cock was, about how much trouble she had
getting his prick into her cunt even though she was so wet and hot!
"Ohhhh, he kept pulling back, dragging that thing out until I thought I was going to
split in two!" Debbie said, hugging herself while shivering with pleasure. "Debbie!"
Of course her cousin Debbie had fucked one or two boys back home before, so this was
no new experience. Still, just the thought of Debbie lying there on her back, her thighs
splayed apart while some near-stranger was fucking her, made Marilyn giggle, then
stare at her cousin in shock.
"But, didn't you feel... well, you know, a little ashamed or something?" Marilyn
ventured, leaning forward and feeling her cheeks burn.
Debbie shrugged, pouting a little. "Why should I? I mean, he didn't rape me or
anything. I wanted him, and he wanted me. Seems simple."
Too simple. There just seemed to be something wrong with that kind of casual
sexuality.
"And what about you? I mean, from the look on your face when I climbed back in, you
two weren't playing cards or something."
Debbie was leering at Marilyn, settling back on her pillow while tracing her fingers
around her knees.
"We... we touched one another and..."
"Touched?" Debbie repeated, arching her eyebrows and staring with interest at Marilyn.
Marilyn mumbled something, swallowed hard, then straightened her back and reported
everything she'd done as matter-of-factly as she could. When she was through, she
could feel her cheeks burning while her flesh crawled. Just thinking about Bob, about
what he'd done to her had made her hot all over again. Now she wished he could come
back, park outside and whisper up to the window for her. She'd climb down the rain
gutter to get to him. And then she'd let him touch her, fuck her. She'd have stories that
would curl Debbie's hair when she got through.
"Well," Debbie said, her eyes narrowing when Marilyn was through, "sounds to me like
you wanna get fucked real bad."
Marilyn bit down on her lip, then nodded quickly.
"Yes, God, I can hardly wait. God, I want to be fucked!" Debbie laughed, throwing her
head back. "You sound like me last year," she confessed, rubbing the backs of her bare
legs against the coverlet. "I wanted it real bad, and you know, I got it. You're gonna get
it too, from Bob, I bet."
The two girls babbled on for a while, Debbie finally yawning and declaring she needed
some rest. But Marilyn was too excited, too worked up from Bob's caresses, from all
this talk about fucking, to go to sleep.
Turning off all the lights except her small overhead one, Marilyn picked up a book and
began reading. In a moment she could hear her cousin snore. Nothing caught her
imagination now except the thought of Bob coming back, picking her up and taking
her back to the mountains where he would strip her and fuck her!
"Ohhhhhh..." Marilyn gasped.
She'd get some milk, Maybe that would help calm her down. Opening the door slowly,
Marilyn tiptoed down the hall, past her mother's bedroom, then down the steps.
Downstairs in the kitchen, she rummaged around in the refrigerator for some milk. The
milk tasted good, but she was still too excited for bed.
Setting down the glass, Marilyn moved to the kitchen door and peered out the window.
There was a full moon out tonight. Everything looked silver, magical. She let herself out
into the night, feeling the cool air against her flesh. How good it felt.
Stopping for a moment, Marilyn looked up at the myriad of stars winking in the black
sky. Stretching out her arms, she thought she could fly up through the air at that point.
That session with Bob had been good, so very, very good. It had made her feel like a
goddess. A gentle breeze brushed over her ass, reminding her of her panties. She had
left them in her purse.
There was a soft sound behind her. Marilyn saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at her.
"Ohhh... oh, Caesar, it's you," she said with relief, rubbing her fingertips along her
upper arms.
She was about to turn around and go in when something very strange happened.
"Oh!"
The dog jumped on her! The shock of him turning on her stunned Marilyn.
Gasping, she stumbled backward, winding up flat on her back in the garden.


Chapter 5

"Oh my God, Caesar, what's gotten into you?"
She propped herself up, staring wide-eyed at the growling Airedale. Marilyn shook her
head from side to side, still unable to grasp what was going on. The dog, knocking her
down like this. And he was growling at her. Never, never before had he done
something this awful to her!
"Stop it!" she said, trying to make her voice sound as commanding as possible.
But the Airedale was still growling low in his throat, stalking her as if she were a
wounded rabbit. Dobermans turned on their masters sometimes. Marilyn had read
something about that. But Airedales? They were supposed to be devoted, highly
protective. What on earth had gotten into Caesar?
"Back, Caesar... back..."
But still the dog didn't obey.
"Oh God."
Something like fear began to creep over her flesh. Marilyn stretched one hand back and
began crawling toward the house, keeping her eyes on the animal. The grass tickled her
hot naked cunt as she moved a few feet toward the kitchen door.
Then the dog moved. He started racing toward her, his head down.
Marilyn panicked, twisting her body around and scrambling to her hands and feet.
There was a sudden, hot wash of a tongue between her asscheeks, a touch that
surprised as well as terrified her. She jerked so hard from surprise that she fell on her
side in the damp grasss.
"No!" she exclaimed as she felt the big Airedale crawling on top of her. "Oooohhh!"
Suddenly Marilyn knew the dog wasn't going to attack her. He was interested in
something else, something that horrified her when she realized what was happening!
"No... no, Caesar!"
Marilyn stopped up her mouth with one hand, realizing she was talking too loudly. Her
mother might hear. Debbie might stick her head out the window and peer down into
the darkness. And how would she explain this? How could she possibly explain the fact
that the dog was interested in her hot little pussy?
"No..."
The animal seemed to be all over her at once! Whenever she moved to the right, there
was Caesar, his tongue licking her face, touching her bare thighs, her naked cunt, her
bare ass! It made Marilyn pant frantically, searching for some path of escape and
finding none.
"Stop it, Caesar!"
Her cunt! of course, he could smell her cunt. He was aroused by the smell of her hot
little pussy! The thought that she was wrestling in the back garden with her pet all
because of her hot cunt made Marilyn shiver with horror.
"You've got to get off me, please..."
She was trying to hold him back, feeling his warm furry body pressing in against hers.
She crawled backward, trying to get up.
But the dog was too excited, too determined to get at her cunt. He bumped the insides
of her thighs, knocking her back down, forcing her legs apart. In a second his tongue
was dividing her still-swollen cuntlips.
Marilyn's eyes widened, her body jerking as if someone were hitting her with a bat. She
gasped from the friction as the dog tongued deep enough to touch her clit. A dog! Her
pet was doing this to her! It was unbelievable!
"Caesar, what's gotten into... ughhhh... into you?"
Now she remembered him nosing around a lot, expecially around her mother. How
angry her mother had gotten at those touches. Once Marilyn actually saw her mother
kicking back at the animal. Dogs did that kind of thing, however, and nobody really
took that much notice of it. Perhaps she should have.
Now Marilyn was pinned down on the ground with a dog above her, eating out her
cunt. And what made it worse was that with each passing second his mouth was
bringing back the exciting heat she'd felt earlier. She remembered Bob, remembered
how his tonguing had driven her wild, and now the same thing was happening with
Caesar! "Crazy, too crazy," she mumbled, again trying to get up and away from the
animal. But Caesar was too hot, too horny for her to shove away. He whimpered,
pushing his sharp claws against her thighs, sticking his tongue into her cunthole and
lolling it around and around.
Marilyn jerked, clawing at the soft damp grass, trying to crawl away from the heavy
Airedale who was now panting on her thighs.
"Noooo!"
Somehow she'd managed to push the big dog back. In a moment she was on her hands
and knees, crawling toward the house, her fingers sinking into the wet dirt.
The world seemed to spin around her dizzy-ingly. It was like some horrible, awful
nightmare. She could hardly move. It was as if she were fighting her own body,
crawling through some invisible jello! And behind her was that awful dog, panting and
wheezing and nearly barking. She prayed that he wouldn't bark. She could just imagine
the neighbors peering out their windows and getting an eyeful of what was going on in
the garden! "No!"
Couldn't she make him mind? Couldn't she make him understand she didn't want him
touching her like that? Why couldn't he find some bitch to fuck?
"Ohhhhh..."
Why hadn't she taken the time to put her panties back on? When she and Debbie were
upstairs talking, she could have changed, done someting to cover herself up. And now
she was completely exposed to that awful beast pushing up against her, rubbing up
against her naked cunt, sticking his tongue up her pussy! "Uhhhhh... ohhhh, God!" The
dog backed up, then shoved forward again. Marilyn felt strong legs pressing against her
back, felt his furry underside pressing up against her ass. For one horrible moment she
felt something hot brushing up against the backs of her upper legs. It didn't take her
long to figure out what the dog was trying to do.
"No!" she shouted, twisting halfway around and swatting back at the humping animal.
Caesar had nearly fucked her! She had felt that knobby boner of his snaking up to her
pussy, inching toward her cunthole. If she hadn't been quick, he would have driven that
cock into her!
That hot, slick feeling of a dog's cock against her pussy brought her to action. She
struggled to her feet, staggering forward. She was running away from the house! The
wrong way!
"Oh my God, what am I doing?" she whimpered, looking around in wild confusion.
And at her feet constantly was Caesar. He was nipping at her ankles as he'd nipped at
her mother's heels hours before. He was trying to bring her down again. Instinctively
Marilyn knew this and felt frantic. He was so big. And now she was feeling terribly
nervous about this whole thing. She felt him licking her thighs, bumping his nose
between her legs once more. She wasn't going to let him touch her with his tongue
again! She couldn't trust him, nor could she trust herself with what might happen after
he started licking her cunt. "Get... away!"
The fence! If she could crawl over it, she would be safe. Marilyn ran frantically, her
arms swinging while her feet pounded over the grass. She hooked one arm over the
wood, kicking back frantically at the wheezing animal behind her.
Then he'd managed to slip his muzzle up between her thighs and deep into her cunt!
"Ohhhhhh..." Marilyn closed her eyes, curling her toes until they cramped while
rubbing her pussy against the fence.
It was so good, so awfully damned good! This was just plain crazy! She shouldn't be
feeling these things with Caesar. And yet...
"Ohhhhh, bad dog, bad..." Marilyn couldn't even finish trte sentence. She was choking
on her own spit, swallowing down her fear and growing excitement while her knees
bumped up against the white picket fence once more. "Ummmmmm..."
She felt herself slipping away, slipping down from the fence. Her fingers clutched
desperately at the peeling wood. She couldn't give in, couldn't let herself slide down.
But that wonderful touch, that wonderful, itchy feeling growing hotter and tighter
between her legs, was so tempting, making her so weak. "Unnghhhhhh..."
She tried to climb higher, pitch herself over the fence into the neighbor's yard. But her
muscles failed her. Splinters of wood were gouging her arms and legs painfully. And
swarming all around her was that awful dog, nosing, licking touching her and making
her so weak with that wonderful tongue!
Marilyn choked, trying to get more air back in her lungs. The wind had picked up,
blowing her hair in her face. She shook the strands from her eyes, staring at the lit
windows of her neighbor's house. If only she could get away from this dog. Everything
would be normal then. This nightmare would be over and she could go on with her life.
"Unnnghhhh..."
But it was so crazy, so damned crazy! All of this was out of a madman's dream! She
tried climbing over the fence one more time, then felt herself slipping back. And then
she was on her back one more time, her ass pressing against the damp ground, her cunt
completely exposed.
"Noooo..."
Caesar wasn't long in taking advantage of her helpless position. He was having a feast,
eating out her pussy now, his tongue slopping messily over her cunt. The fury of his
attack brought out another shuddering groan from her throat. She was finally getting
her breath back, finally able to suck in enough oxygen to feed her body. Her back hurt
a little where she had fallen and she was feeling so damned weak!
"No... no, Caesar."
She was only whispering now, her throat so tight it hurt. Once she tried closing her
thighs, feeling his paws pressing against the white flesh.
Caesar growled, twisting his proud head around and closing his jaws around her upper
thigh. The effect was sudden and electric! Marilyn opened her mouth to let out a cry.
But nothing except air rushed out.
Wallowing her shoulder blades against the grass, arching her back, Marilyn beat the
backs of her legs against the ground. She wouldn't go counter to the dog's wishes any
more. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her. She couldn't risk having him
bite her harder than that. The thought of his fangs ripping her flesh sent slivers of
terror racing through her.
"Unnghhhh..." The pain had become too sharp. She opened her thighs to the dog once
more. He wiggled his nose deeper into her cunt. The rough wetness of that stubby fur
around his snout excited her more and more. Marilyn undulated her body, rubbing her
ass over the ground, tightening her thigh and ass muscles and feeding the dog her
aroused pussy.
"Ooooohhh, Caesar... th-that's so good, soooooo very, very good."
His sloppy, licking tongue was so wild, not the controlled tonguing Bob had given her.
But that's where the excitement was! The dog was so unpredictable! Just the awful
thought of having an animal licking her like this sent more shivers of delight through
her.
"Can't... can't be happening, can't... can't do this..."
Marilyn lost the will to fight back, to try and push the hungry animal away from her.
Instead, she rolled slightly from side to side, feeling his cold nose push first against one
cunt lip, then the other. His tongue drove around and around her clit so much that
Marilyn thought she was going to piss on herself from the growing excitement.
She lay spread out on the cool grass, her arms stretched to either side of her body, her
ass prancing madly on the ground as it had pranced for Bob only hours before.
"Oooooohhhh..."
The balls of her heels struck the ground savagely as her cunt ached and tingled from
the constant wet tonguing! And cutting through all her sensations, all her feelings, was
the knowledge that it was a dog, a damned dog licking her pussy.
"Unnghhh"
Marilyn lifted her knees slightly. She couldn't speak any more. All she could do was
groan, make soft, whimpering sounds while the animal licked and touched her all over
with his wonderful hot, wet tongue. And those licking sounds! They were louder, much
louder than before! Or at least, they seemed so. Marilyn heard his tongue smacking so
hard against her cunt that she thought the neighbors were giggling behind their blinds,
knowing full well what was happening behind the fence.
"Caesar... no, no, don't touch me... don't touch me like that... ooooohhh!
Uuuuuhhhhh!"
In a moment Marilyn realized that she was grabbing the grass, pulling it out by the
roots, while moving her ass back and froth, from side to side over the lawn. The dog
was becoming wilder by the second! He was licking her ass, nosing her dress up,
touching her belly, driving the tip of his tongue into her navel, then sliding it up, up
toward her jiggling tits. She was being covered with doggie spit, wallowing in his saliva
and loving every second of it!
She wondered why couldn't she bring herself to jump up and run into the house. Why
couldn't she push the animal way and risk being bitten just to save her honor? These
and other questions she could never answer as the dog continued lapping at her swollen
pussy. She looked up as the dog lapped hungrily at her nipples.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, yesss!" Her hips were moving faster and faster, the prickly grass
tickling her inner thighs. She could feel some blades of grass touching her sensitive
asshole as her dog, her wonderful, wonderful pet, lapped and licked her into sexual
oblivion.
"Mmmmmmmm, oh, Caesar!" she whispered.
He was licking her knees now, eating her naked cunt. Marilyn couldn't deny her
excitement any more. She pressed herself up to him, opening her legs until she felt the
big muscles in her ass cramping with tension. She was surrendering to the animal,
giving him every inch of her body, cutting loose what few strings were left that tied her
to her mother's old-style morality. Fucking. The dog sucking her cunt, tonguing her
pussy. There was only that wild sensation, that touch bringing her higher and higher.
He was gouging and lapping at her, driving his hot nose into her cunthole. A powerful
spasm hit her cunt like a runaway freight train. Marilyn's face pinched, turned red, as
she jerked and rolled onto her side, curling up into a tight ball.
The dog growled, wedging his snout between her thighs. Again she cried out, throwing
her head to one side, reaching out and holding onto his furry back. She knew there was
no escape now, no way to run from the beast. And yet she wanted to stay with him,
have him eating her out with his wondrous tongue.
"Oh, oh, oh no... cumming... uhhh... cumming, cumming!" she whispered.
It was true! She was having an orgasm! Marilyn cried out loudly, not caring if her
mother or Debbie or any of the neighbors heard her. She clawed at the dog, digging her
fingernails into his cock.
The dog wriggled his ass, rubbing up against her. His paws were up against her thighs.
"Noooo!"
Marilyn bucked forward, squirming on the grass while spasms tortured her with a
goodness almost too intense to stand. And then she realized that something very hot
and sticky was spattering against one of her legs. The dog was rubbing his prick agianst
her calf and knee. He was humping with rapid movements, fucking his prick at her.
Each time he did, the bony dog-cock sprayed out doggie cum. That was the limit she
couldn't cross.
"Get... off me!" she screamed, staggering to her feet once more, somehow finding the
strength to get away from the crazy animal.
The dog whimpered, wheeling around and around, trying to lick his jerking prick while
Marilyn stumbled toward the kitchen door. The whole scene had been dreamlike, some
nightmare from which she would surely awaken. A dog. A horny dog. That was all it
was. Simple enough? Yes, she thought so. But even though she could answer for the
animal's attack, it was harder to excuse herself.
"I'll think about it tomorrow," she whispered, climbing the stairs to her room after
having locked the kitchen door carefully.
Things were just too confused now. And whatever she thought in the morning, Marilyn
knew she would never, never tell anyone.


Chapter 6

Several days had passed since Marilyn's last encounter with Bob. Both she and Debbie
were properly contrite the following day, considering they had come home nearly two
hours after the deadline set by Lois.
But strangely enough Marilyn's mother said little about the transgression. She was
strangely silent, cooking breakfast, dropping things whenever the dog entered the room
and nosed around the kitchen table.
Marilyn nearly fainted with embarrassment when Caesar put his nose on her lap and
whimpered, those big brown eyes rolled up to her. Only Debbie seemed at ease, wolfing
down breakfast and giving her cousin knowing winks. If only Debbie knew what had
gone on between her and the dog the night before! It made Marilyn sick to think about
it.
"Get away," Marilyn whispered, pushing the whimpering Airedale off her lap and
praying that no one thought anything odd about her behavior.
The two girls talked incessantly about boys and especially about Bob and Mike. Marilyn
was still a little hesitant about going all the way with Bob. And yet, just the thought of
him holding her, taking off her clothes, feeding on her pussy once more, sent shivers
rushing up and down her spine. Of course he'd want more the next time. He would
want to get his satisfaction from the scene as well. And Marilyn knew what that would
entail.
On the second day one week before school started and when Debbie would have to go
home, the girls got a call from Bob. It was for another date. Marilyn took the call, her
heart pounding like crazy in her chest.
"You know," Bob whispered, his voice low, sexy, whispery. "You know what I want."
Her fingers tightened around the receiver, her knees knocking together. Her mother
was outside doing some gardening while Debbie was in the bedroom dozing.
"Bob, not... not on the phone," she whispered, feeling the receiver become sweaty-hot
against her ear.
"I'm not gonna say much," he countered, his breath catching. "I don't care that much
about talking. It's action I'm interested in."
"Please, don't... don't talk about that any more, okay?"
He stopped for a moment, letting out a groan. Marilyn turned red, her head spinning
around. She leaned against the wall, twisting the coiled phone cord in the fingers of her
free hand. He was playing with himself! She just knew it. He was jacking off, touching
his prick while talking to her!
"Okay, okay, man," he whispered, coughing a little. "Then we'll pick you and your
cousin up tonight for a little dinner and... and whatever, all right?" "Okay, I'll be
ready." She put the phone on the receiver, feeling her tits tightening just as it had when
Bob slipped her dress over her head and began tonguing her cunt. She had made a date
with a guy who was probably going to fuck her! She folded her slender arms tightly
across her chest, feeling her mind spinning like a merry-go-round.
She had done it! And tonight she would stop being a little girl. Tonight she would be
just as grown up as Debbie, as her mother. The thought made her smile.
Then Marilyn realized Caesar was by her side, nosing her skirt up, his stubby tail
wagging.
"Filthy animal!" she said, smoothing away the goose bumps rising on her flesh.
How she wanted to kick that beast in the face. But that would only start a
confrontation, and her mother was coming in through the back door now. She could
see her mother wiping the sweat from her face, taking off the large straw hat while
brushing off some grass from her legs. For one moment Marilyn studied her mother as
she stood there in the kitchen filling a glass of water. She was certainly pretty... for her
age, of course, and she still had quite a body.
"Hi, Mom," she began, wondering how she was going to ask her mother for permission
to go out on another date. Of course, Lois had no idea about Bob and Mike from the
night before, so this one might be a little easier.
"Oh, hello dear. I thought you'd be with Debbie and... and, well, there's Caesar."
The dog trotted easily up to Lois, rubbing his furry sides against her naked thighs. Lois
trembled, her knees shaking. Had Marilyn noticed anything? And if she had, would it
make a difference? No one could possibly believe what had happened between her and
the dog the other night anyway.
'There's a couple of guys... they're all right, Mom, and they want to take me and
Debbie out tonight. Just to a movie and some dinner," Marilyn added, feeling her pulse
racing.
She tried to keep her face from flushing, couldn't betray the excitement she felt rushing
through her veins when she talked about Bob and Mike. She doubted if she could
mention their names without giving away her true feelings.
"Oh?" Lois arched her eyebrows, petting the whining Caesar and pushing him out
toward the kitchen. She would deal with him later.
Marilyn smiled. "They're in college, but they're real nice. We met 'em at the movies a
couple of nights ago, and one of 'em just called."
Marilyn felt a little uneasy now. But she was a fine actress and she managed to look as
cool and indifferent as possible.
"Well, I don't know, Marilyn." Lois pursed her lips together, studying her daughter.
She was so young, so vulnerable. Was it possible
her daughter was turning into a young lady, a desirable young lady? She looked at her
again. Yes, of course. She could already see signs of voluptuousness in Marilyn, features
that would drive men wild in the next few years.
"It's okay, Mom. Nothing's going to... happen," Marilyn replied as sarcastically as she
could.
"It's not that. I mean, Debbie's going to be there and all, but... but you're so young
and..."
"I'm nearly seventeen, Mother. Lots of kids are staying out all night at my age,"
Marilyn said, sitting down on the sofa and picking up a fashion magazine. She thumbed
through it, her eyes not really seeing what was on the pages. Marilyn knew she was
winning the argument. She could feel her mother bending to her will. All she had to do
was keep on plugging, keep up the pleasure.
"You're not lots of kids, Marilyn. You're my only daughter and I want what's best for
you," Lois said, her voice having the tone of reconciliation.
Lois didn't want to erect a barrier between her and her daughter. There had never been
a generation gap, although lately Lois had been feeling some restraint coming from
Marilyn's quarter. She knew it was because of sex, because of her reluctance to talk
about it, and because of her daughter's natural curiosity about it. How she wished she
could open up. But there was something there, something that made her stumble
whenever she mentioned the word sex, let alone talk about its sordid details.
"Come on, Mom, there's a good movie at the Bijou, and we'll be home early."
Lois sighed, got up and walked over to the fireplace.
"Your cousin's going to be with you all the time?" Lois asked, tracing her fingers along
the edge of the mantel.
"Sure, no sweat."
"I guess it will be all right. But I want you home before eleven."
"Aw, Mom, most of the kids get to stay out 'til twelve. I told you that and-"
"Take it or leave it," Lois said, feeling she had given in as much as she could. Marilyn
would push until she could stay out all night. This was the limit. Turning around, Lois
marched back into the kitchen, feeling her daughter's eyes glaring at her.
Later that evening, the two girls were getting ready upstairs. Neither of them had eaten
much, something that made Lois immediately suspicious. They were so excited about
this coming date, too excited in Lois' opinion. More than once she thought about going
right up to her daughter's room and forbidding her to go out. But she had already
promised Marilyn. She had to go through with it and pray that Marilyn had some
common sense about boys and what they could do to a girl. "
The doorbell. Lois went to the front door, seeing a shape silhouetted through the lace
curtains over the large living room window. Opening it quickly, Lois saw two
handsome young men standing easily on the porch. Her eyes narrowed immediately,
studying these two who were going to be out with her daughter for the next several
hours.
"Uh, you Marilyn's mom?" Bob asked, his lips curling up into a pleasing smile.
"Yes, come in. You must be Bob and Mike."
Lois stepped back, feeling a little uneasy. She thought she could spot something other
than casual interest in the boys' eyes as they walked in and stared at her. Damn! She
was still in her short shorts and halter from the afternoon. No wonder their eyes were
as big as balloons. As she closed the door behind them, Lois suddenly felt ridiculous, as
if she wanted to rush upstairs and hide.
"Marilyn! Debbie! Your dates are here!" she called out, gripping the handrail of the
stairs.
Lois was embarrassed. What they must be thinking! She was half naked in front of
these young men, exposing her body. And they were studying her, eyeing her as if she
were available! Or was that her imagination?
She stayed in the hall, gripping the wooden handrail with one hand while keeping one
eye on the boys roaming about the living room. She wasn't going to let anything
happen, do anything that might make a dirty joke about some old lady trying to put the
make on some young men. She had heard stories about that, terrible stories involving
even some women she knew. How people smirked, laughed at those poor, pathetic
women.
She wasn't going to be the butt of those jokes just as she wouldn't be the butt of jokes
about dogs and women. There were sounds of feet shuffling above her. The girls were
ready and would take those boys from her house. Her cunt was starting to tingle,
starting to itch, as she watched those two handsome young men in the living room.
There was no telling what she would do if she were left alone with them... both of
them. Two young men! Her heart contracted! How would it feel going to bed with two
young men! The thought almost made Lois moan as Debbie and Marilyn came down
the steps slowly. "Oh, hi!" Marilyn said. Marilyn looked so grown-up as she reached
the bottom of the stairs and brushed back her long hair. She was wearing a modest
summer print dress while Debbie settled for a jersey and tight-fitting short skirt. Lois'
sister had always been a bit more liberal in her morals, and it showed in her sister's
daughter. Mike and Bob came out of the living room and were obviously pleased with
their dates.
"You can stay out until twelve. I've change my mind," Lois said, smiling at her
daughter.
"Oh, wow, Mom, thanks!" Marilyn said, kissing her lightly, then stepping out onto the
porch.
"'By, Aunt Lois. I'll keep an eye on her," Debbie said, pecking her aunt on the cheek,
then skipping out to the porch. The dates followed, each of the boys murmuring
something, smiling at Lois, making her feel a little weak, a little unsure of herself.
As Lois closed the door, she wondered why she had suddenly changed her mind about
the curfew. It had been done on the spur of the moment, something she had done
almost on impulse. Maybe it was the grown-up way her daughter looked that made the
early deadline seem ridiculous. Lois didn't know. But as she stood there, listening to the
car start up and pull slowly away, Lois wondered about just how smart her decision had
been. "Oh God."
It was so hard being a mother. Her daughter was so beautiful, perhaps too beautiful.
That afternoon she had seen Marilyn in her shorts. She never ceased to be amazed at
her daughter's beauty, and this afternoon was no exception. Her small face framed with
white blonde hair. Her sparkling blue eyes, that straight, small nose. It was all so
stunning, nearly overwhelming. She could well understand why the boys had been
attracted to her daughter and, in a lesser way, to her attractive niece. Beauty had been
something lavishly given to her family.
And then there was herself, still attractive, still wanting a man, still too afraid to go out
and find one for herself.
Could she get a men interested in her? Again Lois wondered as she sat back down on
the sofa and stroked her naked thighs. She was attractive... at least, she thought so. Men
looked at her. Men even stared at her with interest when she went shopping. But she
had never had the courage to follow up on those looks, those stares. Perhaps they were
as lonely as she was and wanted some encouragement, just a look back.
Once she'd invited a man over, someone she'd met through a casual friend. Marilyn
had been away at camp. Her sister, who had come over to keep her company, was out
for the evening with friends. He was there and... and it just didn't work. Entertaining a
man in her house was impossible. She kept wondering if her sister would suddenly pop
in, or what would she do if for some reason her daughter would suddenly come home
and find her in a compromising position. The thought sent shock waves through her
and prevented her from doing much. When her date had put his arm around her
shoulder and kissed her, she froze.
But she needed something, someone to care for her, someone to tell her she was pretty,
attractive. Otherwise she'd shrivel up and wither away in some old people's home
without ever having been loved again. The thought made her whimper. A tear oozed
out from under her eye.
"I... I must be out of my mind." She hadn't thought out her problem like this in a long,
long time. Perhaps that was part of the solution, recognizing the fact that she had a bad
problem.
Caesar trotted back into the living room and bumped against her right leg. That touch
brought her around. The dog! Caesar! There was something that cared, something that
wanted her.
She had vowed she would never again let this animal touch her as he'd touched her
several nights ago. But how her cunt was burning! How tight and wet and hot her
pussy was getting, her outer cuntlips folding over one another while strange electric
tingles were rushing up and down her inner thighs.
Caesar bumped against her leg again, licking up and down her soft calf. Lois closed her
eyes, her fingers curling, the nails scratching against the material of the armrest of the
couch.
Her heart was pounding madly. She could feel the hot seep of her cuntal juices, feel the
whirling ball of hunger deep inside her, demanding release. A dog. A dog! And then
she thought of those two young men out with her daughter and niece.
Debbie and Marilyn had men to take care of them while she, a mature woman, had an
Airedale! Lois shook her head, reached down and scratched the dog's floppy ears. Well,
he was better than nothing.
Thinking about her daughter, thinking about those two healthy studs, made her hot,
made her anxious about sex. There was no one else around who could take care of that
horrible itchy ache starting to drive her crazy all over again. Sliding forward, she rubbed
her sweaty palms on her naked hips once again. She was breathing hard now and her
nipples had become thick and red.
How her body demanded something to touch her cunt, her nipples, her thighs! Every
inch of her flesh seemed incredibly sensitive, wanting some kind of stimulation. Now
she felt drawn to this animal, to what he was going to do to her. Thoughts of her
daughter's disapproving face, of the neighbors, of her family, faded from the present.
There was only Caesar and her aching cunt.
"Come on, boy."
She rose, shakily climbing the stairs to her bedroom. Once more the animal trotted
behind her, his sloppy pink tongue hanging out from one corner of his mouth. She
seemed to be floating on air as she threw back the door and stepped in.
"God help me for what I'm going to do," Lois whispered, closing and locking her door
behind her. The dog rushed into the room. Reaching back, Lois unhooked her halter,
feeling relief as her tits swung free. Sliding her fingers under the elastic band of her
shorts, she stepped from the briefs quickly, rubbing her fingers over her itchy smooth
flesh.
As she walked to the bed, Lois caught sight of herself in the full-length dressing mirror
on the wall. Next to her was the dog. What a contrasting picture they made – a woman
and her dog about to fuck! The dim light from her night-stand lamp seemed to add to
the sensuality surrounding her lithe, white body.
Lois shook her head. Too much to look at, try to understand. Right now all she cared
about was that pulsing slit between her legs and Caesar's magic tongue, that tongue
that would take care of her cunt.
"Come here, Caesar, come here," she whispered, tumbling onto the bed and rolling
onto her back.
There was no mistaking this any more. There was nothing accidental about what was
happening. She had brought the dog up here, nearly begged him to follow her. She
wanted this, desired it.
"Ohhhhhh, Caesar!"
The dog was licking her, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly. She guided him
up, rewarding him with a scratch behind the ears for being such a good dog.


Chapter 7

"God, oh yes, yesss... touch me... touch me there!"
Lois was going out of her mind with sensation. The dog was even better than she had
remembered him.
Caesar was licking her thighs, then moving up to her belly, his tongue moving over her
tits before going back down to her dripping cunt. It seemed as if he were all over her at
once. She tensed her body, rocking it from side to side, bouncing her plump ass against
the mattress.
Behind her, she could hear the headboard clattering against the wall, threatening to
shatter the plaster. Lois smiled, letting out a low groan.
Marilyn, Debbie, the boys, everything faded from sight as she twisted and writhed
under the dog's tongue. She was rubbing her legs against the mattress, feeling her flesh
growing hot, sweaty, tingling with delight. Nothing mattered, nothing except her cunt
and that wonderful dog hovering over her. Lois stretched her hands over her head,
curling her fingers around the posts of the Mediterranean-style headboard and holding
on for dear life. "Oh, ohhhh!"
At times Caesar let out a smothered growl, that awful, delightful growl that sent shivers
racing through her mind and body. When he dragged his tongue down to her crotch,
pushing it over her cunt hairs, then touching her clit, Lois thought she was going to
explode with delight. Her face turned red, and a thin, high-pitched wail came from her.
It was as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her clit. Her muscles tensed.
"No, oh God, no, no, this... this can't be... uhhh... be real... just can be..."
Lois rocked her body from one side to the other, then rolled onto her belly, chewing at
the soft pillow pressing up against her cheeks. The dog barked, bobbed his head
around, then shoved his snout back between her splayed thighs.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Caesar was standing over her now, his forelegs spread on either side of her back. She
could feel his breath against the back of her neck. She rocked her hips from side to side,
feeling her cuntlips sliding greasily over one another, then rubbing against the sheets.
At times, she could move so her outer cuntlips rubbed against her clit. How the sparks
made her cunt walls buckle in from her rising sexual heat! Her sphincter muscles even
convulsed at those times while the dog towered over her.
"Ooooooooohhhh..." Her moan sent the animal into action. Dropping his head, he
began to trail the tip of his tongue down her spine, dragging it over all the bumps and
hollows until Lois thought she would lose her mind! She groaned once more, pushing
her knees farther apart, feeling the sheets wrinkling under her. Up and down, up and
down that tongue went, trailing down to her asscrack.
Lois curled her fingers again, scratching at the soft material of the pillowcase. She
pushed her knees farther apart.
Caesar was growling again, moving down, down to her ass. He was licking her
asscheeks, sliding his snout over to her tight little asscrack again. He was dragging his
tongue into the crevice, slopping it over her shitter, then moving it down toward her
cunt.
The dog backed away, shoving his furry snout against her pussy! Lois nearly fainted,
her mouth opening and letting out a series of disbelieving gasps. She felt his snorting
breath against her pussy, against her clit, while his forelegs pressed harder against the
insides of her legs. He was spreading her wide open, sniffing at her as if she were a dog,
a bitch in heat waiting for his prick.
"Ooooooohh"
A shadowy image of dogs fucking in packs raced through her confused mind.
"Uhhhh... oooohhh!"
Mustering what strength she had, Lois tensed her thigh and leg muscles, pressing her
knees against the mattress and slowly raising her ass. She felt her cuntlips pull back
stickily from the tension of her move. She was wagging her ass, wagging it for Caesar.
She was moving her spit-slick asscheeks from side to side for the animal ravishing her
with his tongue! Lois choked on her cries of delight!
"Ooooooohhhh!"
Somewhere in the distance she heard a car screeching around a corner. A dog was
barking. There was an outside world there. But it didn't matter for now. The only thing
to worry about was Caesar and his marvelous tongue and snout!
"Touch me... yes, touch me there... oh God, God, Caesar, you're making me feel... feel
so good, so very, very gooooooood!"
The animal growled, wetting each buttock, then sniffing at her widening cunt crack. He
kept licking at her hot cunt until spit dribbled down over the thick blonde curls of her
pussy.
"Ooooooohhh!"
She had never done anything like this before in her life. Her husband had never fucked
her in this position, in the doggie position. How good it seemed, how natural and
exciting! How much she had missed just by refusing to get up on her hands and knees
and letting some man fuck her this way! It had taken a dog, a damned dog, to teach her
a whole new way of fucking! Again Lois choked down a cry of gratitude as the animal
kept licking and lapping away at her fuzzy fuck crack.
"Ooooooohhh, God!"
Lois was panting heavily now, as she crouched there on her bed. Her hair curtained her
face while her fingers tore at the wrinkled pillowcase. She pushed herself up a little,
feeling the weight of her heavy tits pulling at her chest. It was so sexy, so damned sexy!
When she rocked from right to left, Lois felt her stiffening nipples brush against the
top-sheet. If only she could have someone, something touching her tits, squeezing her
nipples, sucking and pinching them while touching her clit! But she had to be satisfied
with what he was doing.
"Ooooooohhh..."
Lois wobbled on her elbows, gasping in air when she could, holding her breath when
the Airedale touched an especially sensitive area of her cunt. The dog was working
lower and lower on her thighs!
Biting her lower lips until she could taste blood, Lois pushed her knees farther apart,
opening her thighs so widely that her inner cuntlips were exposed. The dog sniffed at
her glistening wet cuntmeat and raked his tongue under her cuntal mound, dragging it
upward.
"Ohhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhh, my God!" Lois shouted, feeling sparks of new delight
showering into her pussy and taking her breath away.
Lois shivered, felt her elbows collapsing. She fell to the bed, then rolled onto her back
again, spreading her legs apart for the big animal.
The dog moved back, then shoved his snout into her pussy once more. He was panting
against her hot swampy cunthole, licking up and down. Lois arched her back,
wallowing her shoulderblades against the mattress while kicking out her leg. She closed
her eyes, breathing in with whistling, wheezing sounds. Every muscle in her body ached
from the growing tension.
Cumming. She was going to cum in the dog's mouth. There was no question about it.
Unlike the last time, Lois was going to let this scene play to the end. There would only
be her and the dog, her and Caesar rolling around in the privacy of her bedroom! No
one could be the wiser if she and the Airedale found their private heaven.
"Oooohhhh..."
The Airedale was growling louder, his fore-paws scratching along her inner thighs once
more.
Raising her head, Lois looked at the big animal. She could see something sticking out
from between his hindquarters, something that made her gasp, then hold her breath.
His prick! His cock! How strange, how weird it looked! It was so pointed, so knobby,
not at all like a man's smooth, bulbous-headed cock. As Caesar licked his way up and
down her body, he shook his hindquarters, sliding more and more of his hot prick from
its furry sheath. As hot as she was, as excited and off-balance as she was, Lois could
never have let him fuck her. Licking was one thing. But fucking an animal's prick was
quite another. "Mmmmmmmmm..." Lois was babbling with excitement, her head
snapping from side to side, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks
and lips. The bed was squeaking and groaning from her violent movements.
Sitting up, she held the dog's head down so he lapped her cuntal slit. Caesar's tongue
kept rubbing over her wet cuntmeat, bringing more and more juice to the surface.
"Oh, Caesar, you're making me... making me want to cum now."
She was going to climax right in the Airedale's mouth! The thought of making it with a
dog shot through Lois like a lightning bolt, sending her rushing faster toward her cum!
The degradation of it, the sheer danger of making it with an animal, added to the spice
of the sex act.
"Ooooooooohhhh!" Nothing in the world could have stopped the rush of feelings
taking over now. While his tongue rubbed constantly against her flooding cuntmeat,
Lois felt her clit throb from the constant stimulation. The animal was wagging his
narrow hips from side to side, more and more of his prickmeat sliding out from his
fuzzy cock sheath.
She wouldn't let him do it, wouldn't let him stick that thing into her. "Uhhhhhh..."
Her blonde cuntal hair clung in wet fuzzy clumps along the edge of her cuntlips. She
sat with her legs partially crossed, opening her pussy to the dog's constant licking. She
watched as her tendons quivered whenever the animal touched an especially sensitive
spot on her cunt. Caesar twisted his head around, sinking his fangs into her thighs.
"God!"
Lois thought the world had crashed down onto her head. Jerking her head back, she felt
a fury of tingling goodness wash over her body. She fell back and tensed her muscles,
hunching up, feeding her cunt to the hungry animal. She was spinning out of control,
going wild with the big dog! The friction was building up, making her cry out and
scream at the top of her lungs. A fury was building between her legs with a power that
she had scarcely known before!
There were more stifled screams, more choked cries of wild delight while she whipped
the backs of her legs against the groaning mattress. He was licking her ass, then moving
back to her convulsing cunt. In a moment, in a second, her pussy would explode,
driving her into that delicious realm of orgasm. "God!"
She couldn't take any more of that licking! With a shout, she hugged the big Airedale
with the insides of her thighs as he brought her up to the final throbbing hurt. It was a
pleasure so intense that it nearly knocked her unconscious. Lois could hear the slick
sounds of the dog's muzzle against her cunt. He was tonguing her, moving his muzzle
from side to side, dipping it into the juicy crack of her pussy.
"Oh, stop it, stop..."
Lois couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop her hunching and jerking against Caesar's
tongue. Her desperate cries and her wild motions seemed to drive the big dog to a
wilder fury.
"Cummmmmmmiiiinnnnnngggggg!''
It felt so good, so damned, damned good! And that dog was making such strange
sounds between her white, shivering thighs.
She was opening her knees wider for him, letting him touch her pussy all over. She
would let him do anything to her. In this condition he could have raped her with that
bony knobber and Lois wouldn't have had the strength or will to push him off.
"Oooooooooohh!''
As her climax peaked, the animal opened his jaws and clamped them down gently on
her convulsing cuntal mound. He was shaking it gently, breathing onto her swollen
cuntflesh, swathing his tongue over the greasy meat from side to side. His fangs were
pressing maddeningly, teasingly into the flesh. It was incredible! Lois could never have
believed this was possible. That touch, that marvelous touch brought keening whimpers
from her. "Unnnhhhh..."
She hadn't meant to touch the animal under his belly. She hadn't meant to caress
Caesar in that way. She should have known better.
In a second he was humping his cock against her fingers, her knee and shin.
"Uhhhh... Caesar..."
There was the sensation of something very warm and sticky splattering against her
thighs. Lois froze, her mind a riot of conflicting thoughts. And then she realized what
was happening. Cumming! The damned animal was cumming, shooting his load on
her!
"Oh no, nooooo!"
Lois tried wriggling away from the spurting blasts of hot slime. The dog held her firmly
for several seconds. But finally his jaws slackened, and the frantic blonde was able to
slide off the bed and rush from the room.
In a moment Lois found herself in the bathroom, the door shut, her forehead resting
against the wall. She could hardly stand. Her nostrils flared as she dragged in huge
lungfuls of air. The dog's warm jizz dribbled down her legs, made her shiver. He hadn't
meant anything wrong. It was just pleasure to him, and her hand had accidentally
started what he couldn't finish.
"I can't go on like this," she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. "I just can't."
Was it possible for her to forget that she had turned the knob, had let the big dog into
her room, had spread her legs for him to lick her like that? And she had touched him,
had actually touched that boner of his!
After Lois showered, she slid a bathrobe over her shoulders. Tying the belt tightly, she
opened the door, half afraid to step from the safety of her bathroom. That was silly. She
couldn't be a prisoner in her own home no matter what happened.
She passed her bedroom. Caesar was sitting in the corner, licking himself, licking that
old red doggie cock of his. Lois shuddered, hurrying past the doorway and down the
stairs. Behind her, she could hear the animal following her, his legs padding over the
thick carpeting.
"Caesar..."
Lois went to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of wine. She
needed something strong to take care of her whirling mind. Lois was never much of a
drinker, but she felt a glass of wine was now in order.
"You've got to leave me alone," she said, filling a glass.
Lois brought the wine to her lips and took a hefty gulp. The burning liquid felt good
sliding down her throat, warming her belly. She stood there, her back to the
refrigerator, glass in hand, while studying the big animal. He was sitting there, looking
back up at her, almost grinning. Lois shivered.
"You're crazy, you know that? Really crazy," she whispered, feeling warmth spreading
in her belly. Her thighs still had the warmth that the animal had given her with his
tongue.
Sighing, Lois took the wine to the living room and sat playing with her hair while the
dog looked on. It had been less than thirty minutes and already Lois was wanting to
feel her body being licked again. She knew she was treading on the thin ice of insanity.
Women just didn't go around taking off their clothes and letting dogs...
"Nooo..."
Her cry frightened Caesar. The animal jumped to his feet and barked. "Come here,
boy," she cooed.
Caesar wagged his stubby tail and padded over. Lois felt another rush of sexual warmth.
Finishing her wine, she set down the glass and smiled dreamily. She let her knees sag
apart, the gown opening up to reveal her cunt once more to Caesar. He moved in, his
tongue spreading open her cuntlips. The smell was her own musky cunt.
Lois whimpered as the tension built again. She didn't have to move a muscle. Caesar
would bring her off. She moved to give him more room, then relaxed again.
"Ohhh, Caesar, you naughty, naughty dog," she sighed.


Chapter 8

Marilyn was having a good time. The four of them had stopped at a small restaurant in
West wood just off Sunset Boulevard and had a light dinner. All through the meal both
girls stared at one another, trying to fight down the giggles while the boys smiled.
Marilyn felt her face flush beet red more than once. She wanted to slap Bob's hands,
tell the boy to leave her alone. And yet she wanted to feel him all over her. And she
knew that he was going to touch her like he did the other night in a few minutes.
"I've got some booze at home... you know, like we had the last time," Mike ventured as
they sauntered out the door. "Forgot to bring it with me. Come on, we'll stop off at the
apartment."
"I... I dunno," Marilyn hesitated, sliding into the back seat.
"Come on. Don't be such a prude," Debbie whispered, sliding all the way across the
front seat to lean against Mike.
"Oh, all right," Marilyn replied. They rode quietly through the Westwood district,
climbing up into the surrounding hills and finally stopping at a three-story apartment
house only minutes away from UCLA.
"Come on in. See how some college guys live," Mike said, holding the door open for
Debbie.
Marilyn slid out, feeling excitement rushing up and down her body. Heat concentrated
between her legs while her nipples began to stiffen, scratching teasingly against the stiff
material of her bra. Her flesh crawled with increasing delight.
In a moment they were inside a fairly large two-bedroom apartment that had the faint
yet distinct aroma of beer hanging in the air.
"Come on, let's do it. We'll start in here," Mike said, nudging Bob, who smiled back.
Marilyn knew what they meant. She could still rush out the door, save herself from this.
Her mother would call it saving herself. Others like Debbie would say she was just
acting like a baby.
"Come on, sit down, relax. I'll get the booze," Bob said as Mike disappeared for a few
minutes.
They grabbed some pillows and scattered them around near the stereo. Someone put on
music while scotch bottles were opened and passed around.
"Come on, Marilyn," Debbie said, handing her a drink.
Marilyn shrugged, then drank... again and again. She was starting to feel funny fast!
Was it the booze, or was it her excitement, the anticipation of what Bob might try to do
to her in a moment or two?
"Ohhh, that's real good," Debbie crooned.
The lights were dimming. Someone had shut off one of the table lamps.
Marilyn could see Debbie smile. It was a knowing, sensual smile. Or was that her
imagination taking off again? The bottle came her way again, and this time she took a
long swallow.
"That's it, baby, get high, real high," Bob encouraged her. The scene went on for a
while, Marilyn getting higher and higher. In a moment she realized something had
changed, something different was happening. Blinking her eyes clear, she realized that
Debbie and Mike were wrestling on the floor. She could see her cousin's panties. Mike's
fingers were on them, pulling at the nylon, stretching them down over Debbie's thighs
while his knees were wedged between her legs and shoving them apart.
They were going to be fucking right there. She knew it, could foresee it. Marilyn let out
a choked little cry, scooting backward on the carpet, wondering what on earth she
should do.
"Come on." Bob was taking her by the hand, picking her up, guiding her along the
hall.
She felt so spacy, so unreal.
Marilyn stumbled, pitching head-long toward the wall. Bob grabbed her around the
waist, steadied her as she rubbed her forehead and moaned.
"I'm... I'm a little... little high. Drank too much in there," she admitted.
"Come on."
They walked on a little farther. The next thing she knew she was in a small bedroom,
the door locked, with Bob standing in front of her taking off his flannel shirt.
"Oh no, no..."
Things were happening too quickly for her. This wasn't going to work out. She was too
afraid, too nervous, for this sort of thing. She had to have a clearer head.
"Please, don't... don't do this to me," she said, shaking her head from side to side while
backing away.
When she felt the backs of her legs brushing up against the edge of the bed, she
shuddered. There was nowhere to run. Bob blocked the only exit, unless she wanted to
be dramatic and hurl herself through the window.
"Hey, you didn't have any worries about what happened the other night, did you?"
Marilyn bit her lip, lowering her eyes modestly.
"That... was different." Bot snorted out a laugh. "No difference. Come on."
He was up next to her. The booze was doing weird things to her mind! And now he
was touching her all over, making her feel so hot between her legs. Her knees were
knocking together while her breath quickened, her heart beating so very, very hard!
"Ohhhhh..."
He knew all the right buttons to push. In a moment he was kissing her, moving his
tongue from side to side over her lips, then spearing his tongue into her mouth and
wiggling it over the insides of her cheeks.
It was so sexy, so wild! She remembered his mouth, his tongue, how it had made her
pussy feel. And then Caesar... his tongue had brought her off again.
"Mmmmmmm..."
Marilyn felt her resistance weakening. He was circling his arms around her back,
kissing her more frantically while rubbing against her.
She could feel the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his Levi's. It was pushing up against
her flat belly. He was so tall and big! Marilyn felt herself rising higher and higher with
excitement. She couldn't stop the wildness from sweeping over her.
When Bob finally let the kiss trail off, Marilyn rested her cheek against his shoulder.
She was panting, weak, panting as heavily as she had when Caesar had held her down
on the ground and licked her cunt. "Unnhhhhh..."
Her dress was coming loose. He was moving his fingers around, unzipping the
garment, sliding it off her shoulders. Next came her panties. Marilyn gasped as she felt
the damp silk coming down.
Gingerly, Bob peeled her panties away from her soaked cuntlips. She hadn't known just
how wet her pussy was. And now all she wanted was for Bob to fuck her, really fuck
her. She wanted to feel his prick sliding into her cunt, touching her cherry, tearing
away that membrane.
"Want it bad, baby, want me real bad?"
"Oh yesss..."
Marilyn blushed, feeling him lowering her to the bed. It was so much like those
obscene dreams she'd been having lately.
She felt her ass sinking into the soft mattress, felt her head come to rest on a pillow.
And then Bob was sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers trailing softly over her
belly. She sucked in a ragged breath, holding it, as those fingers slid down, down
toward her cunt.
In a moment he was touching her pussy. Marilyn let out a groan, tucking her ass back.
"You're so soft..."
Bob lowered his head, kissing her belly now.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!"
"You wanna fuck bad, don't you?"
Bob was chuckling, starting to unsnap the strap of her bra.
Marilyn closed her eyes again, too shocked, too hot to answer him.
"Well, don't you? Don't you want to be fucked, really laid?"
Marilyn bit her lip, wondering why he wanted to hear such things from her.
"I... I don't know..."
Bob laughed again, sliding the bra off and staring at her hard nipples. Her tits were
huge, the rubbery tips hard, begging to be touched, sucked.
"Please..."
"Please what?" Bob taunted, rubbing her tummy with one hand while moving closer to
her tits.
In a moment she could feel his breath against her tits while his fingers were edging
toward her cunt once more. In a second she felt his hand trailing through her pussy
hairs, teasing her cuntlips.
Slowly Marilyn pushed her legs apart, feeling her ankles dangling over the edge of the
bed. Opening her eyes, Marilyn saw tiny lights circling her head as she flew higher and
higher.
"Please... fuck me."
"Yeah, I wanna fuck you too, Damn, if your fuckin' cousin hadn't come back early, I
wouldn't have stopped where I did."
He was licking one of her nipples now, mouthing it until she thought she was going to
die.
Marilyn arched her back, pressing against the wonderful sensation of his mouth. His
fingers were brushing over her pussy hairs. That light touch, that maddeningly light
touch, was driving her insane.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
He had sucked one tit hard. Now he was on the other one, his lips slopping over her
nipple while his tongue sanded over the rubbery tip.
She loved feeling those sharp jolts of pleasure knifing through her cunt each time he
rolled her nipple flat with his tongue.
"Oooooohhhh..."
Bob pulled back, standing by the bed and unhooking his belt buckle.
Marilyn watched, as if hypnotized, as he opened his trousers then slid them down. As
he stepped out of his pants, she saw the hefty sway of his prick against the piss-flap of
his jockeys. Even behind the cotton, his swollen cock looked bigger than anything she
would have thought possible hanging between a man's legs. Those sex-education books
taught her nothing.
"God!"
His cock, that fat, long prick came bobbing out at her after he had hooked his thumbs
under the elastic waistband of his briefs and pushed them down.
His cock was way bigger than Caesar's prick. His prick was so thick, so heavy across
the head. That head was so big, so threatening-looking.
Surely Bob wasn't serious about shoving something like than in her cunt! Maybe
someone like Debbie could take it. But she was still a virgin. The thought of taking on
a cock that size frightened her. He'd split her apart withthat prick! "No, no, don't..."
"We're gonna fuck, and you're gonna have the best time of your life."
Marilyn sat up, shaking her head. She started crawling back on the bed as Bob moved
onto the mattress. He was in front of her, on his knees, smiling, moving toward her.
His cock swayed heavily from his groin.
"No, we can't... can't fuck..."
"Sure we can," Bob said, reaching out and grabbing her gently by the shoulders.
In a moment Marilyn found herself down on her back, her knees raised slightly, her
head pressing into the soft pillow. And between her thighs was Bob once more! She
could feel his hot breath panting against her sensitive flesh, feel his fingers caressing her
thighs. "Oooooohhhh!"
Marilyn arched her back, letting out a low, throaty groan. He was doing it again! The
invasion into her cunt made the girl almost go into shock.
She tried shoving him away, but Bob was sliding deeper, his lips teasing her inner
cuntlips.
She could feel his teeth nipping gently at her wet cuntlips. She rocked her thighs from
side to side. Caesar had done that to her, had brushed his fangs up against her cuntlips.
And all along he had been growling, panting into her cunt, swathing his tongue around
and around her fuckslit while sinking his teeth into her thighs and cunt.
"Ummmmmmm..." And now she was being fucked, fucked by that wonderful tongue.
His fingers pressed into the softness of her thighs, forcing her wider for him. Her cunt
exploded with a hot wetness that she couldn't believe.
Marilyn was going insane under his touch! Now she was glad she came, glad she'd
listened to her cousin Debbie! She began to squirm under those hot cuntal caresses,
listening to the slopping licking of his tongue. "Oh God, God..."
He was kissing up her belly now, then up under her tits, mouthing one nipple, then the
other. Marilyn sucked in another heavy breath. She could smell her cunt on his cheeks.
She felt faint and very, very flushed.
"You move your ass nice... very nice..."
Something very hot and hard was shoved up against her cuntlips. He was on top of her
now, both hands on her shoulders, a look of determination on his face. And she could
feel his knees pressing outward against hers.
He was going to fuck her now! She could feel the tension of his body, feel the added
pressure of his prickhead against her pussylips. Marilyn arched her back once more,
rolling her eyes back while pressing her fingers up against his chest.
"No, no, please... oh God, no, you're going to hurt me. I know it!"
She felt her cuntlips flattening back. She felt his throbbing cockhead as it pressed in,
brushing over the tingling trigger of her clit.
"Nooooo!"
Too late. His prickhead was tunneling into her body, forcing her virgin cunt to open up
and stretch. And he was kissing her hard now, his tongue wriggling back and forth, his
hands sliding over her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples hard. He wanted her,
wanted her as badly as she needed him.
"Ohhh..."
And then his hands were down on her cunt, milking her cuntlips against his entering
cock.
Marilyn let out a long sigh, feeling the warmth of his breath on her face.
"Yeah, fucking', baby, real fuckin'. That's what we're doing."
"Fucking," she whispered.
There was nothing like it in the world, no feeling to compare it with! All that mattered
now was his cockhead rubbing against her pussy. The tonguing had only been a
prelude to this.
Now she felt more and more juices flowing from her pussy, flooding her thighs. Her
cunt was already hot enough to open wide, then snap shut on his entering prickhead.
Bob rolled his hips, his cock shoving in a little farther. Marilyn moved her hips around,
helping him enter her.
"Man... uhhhhh... you're tight. Virgin, huh?"
Marilyn lowered her eyes, feeling as if there were something wrong with being a virgin.
"Yes," she answered, wondering if that mattered.
Bob stopped his fucking, reaching up and chucking her under the chin. He stared at
her.
"You're tellin' the truth, aren't you?" he asked, his voice reflecting his incredulity.
"That's great! I haven't fucked a virgin since junior high."
Before she could answer, Marilyn felt his prick thrusting again, burrowing into her
cunt. She sighed, feeling an electric charge seeping from her clit.
This was the end of her innocence, the end of her childhood. She was becoming a
woman now.


Chapter 9

"Ohhhhhhhh, it feels soooooo... soooo good and hot and hard," Marilyn whispered, her
teeth chattering.
"Yeah, 'cause that's what it is," Bob groaned, kissing her along the base of her throat.
Marilyn felt herself melting into a sensuous buttery mass of sexuality. The amazing size
of Bob's prick promised incredible pleasure. He stopped for a moment, dropping his
head and kissing her hard. Marilyn fought for breath as his fingers roamed up and
down her body. The head of his cock worked in, and Marilyn felt her cuntlips snap
shut over his prick, trapping it.
"Man, good snapper! That's what I like, a good snapper!" Bob groaned.
Then Marilyn realized her cuntal muscles were spasming, snapping her pussy walls
hard against Bob's sinking prick in a grabbing, milking motion. The cramp would last a
few seconds then relax, only to be followed by another series of spasms. He liked it! She
could tell he liked it from the way he groaned and twisted his body from side to side
above her!
"Ohhhhhh baby, baby..."
Bob was twisting his hips around so she could feel his cock working into her sucking
cunt. She felt the head of his prick reaming around, touching all sides of her cunt,
slurping over the bumps and hollows of her pussy while his balls dangled dangerously
close to the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
"Fuckin', man, fuckin'..."
He was smoothing his fingers over her tits now, grabbing hold of her nipples, rolling
the hard rubbery tips between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing them hard
until Marilyn yelped. And he was angling his body up, making sure his prick was
pressing against her clit, touching that sensitive trigger. "Ohhhhhhhh..."
The world seemed to be exploding again and again around her. Marilyn felt his prick
pushing through her tight, slippery cunthole, his prickhead sliding on the burning
juices of her cunt.
"Nice cunt, nice..." Marilyn gasped, her fingers clawing along his back. She thought of
Debbie once more, of the conversation she and her cousin had had in her bedroom
while her mother was asleep. They had talked about boys, about fucking. Time and
time again Marilyn had tried to imagine what it must be like being under a guy,
wriggling around the way Debbie described while his prick was inside! It had seemed to
freaky for her. But now she agreed with her cousin. It was the most natural thing in the
world. There was nothing dark and dismal about fucking. Sex was wonderful! Fucking
was great!
"Ohhhhhh God God, don't..." Marilyn was resting on his cock. The knob of his prick
was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge of his cockhead was exciting
the nerve-endings inside her. Marilyn was moving her thighs around experimentally.
She was discovering all sorts of new things about her body quickly, things that
delighted both her and the stud on top of her. "Ohhhhhh..."
The scratchy feel of his chest hairs against her nipples was drawing out appreciative
sighs from the frantic young blonde teen. And when she tucked her ass back, forcing
her cuntal muscles shut against his invading prick... she thought she'd die!
"Baby, you're too good to be true," Bob whispered, hanging onto the bed while pile
driving his cock in a little deeper.
Marilyn was going out of control. She could have stayed there all damned night and
fucked her brains out. But then she felt something happen, something that made reality
trickle back in. His prick had stopped suddenly, stopped because it touched a barrier.
Marilyn opened her eyes, instinctively drawing back as much as she could, pressing up
with her hands against his shoulders once again.
"Gotta do it," he whispered through his tightly clenched teeth.
"No, no, you don't... oh please."
Her former excitement was quickly replaced with hesitation. The stories her mother
told her, tales of pain and blood, shot back to her mind now. She could feel her cherry
puckering in, stretching against the hot steady pressure of Bob's cockhead.
"No!" she shouted again, pulling her head back, twisting away her face while
straightening her arms and shoving as hard as she could.
"Now!" Bob gasped.
Marilyn screamed out something, her legs shaking, sweat oozing from every pore of her
body. He couldn't do it, he just couldn't. "Yaggggghhhhhhhh!" Marilyn tossed and
twisted in Bob's grasp, one leg kicking out while her fingers scratched over his chest. It
was her last wild attempt to break free. Terror blanched her mind of all thought except
the rising pain in her crotch! Pain and pleasure – she had read something about the
two, about people who thought th two were related the way love and hate were. How
strange! How could there be any pleasure from this searing pain that throbbed so hotly
between her splayed thighs now? All she could feel now was excruciating agony, the
pain of her cherry finally being torn from its anchorage, tripped to shreds by that pile
driving prick. "Yeah, baby, yeahhh..." There was a ripping sensation, one Marilyn
would never forget. She held her breath, arching her back, then let it out, only to suck
in another one and hold it. Her mind rattled from the pain, from that awful tearing
sensation.
She cried out once more, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she felt Bob ram
every inch of his cock into her hot cunt. He lay on her tits, his breath coming in the
same uneven gasps as hers while sweat oozed off his chest.
"Jesus Christ," he gasped, shaking the perspiration off his forehead. "Forgot what a
fuckin' deal it was to pop a cherry." "Ohhhhh..."
Marilyn lay half conscious on the bed, her mind drifting about the room. She felt
penetrated, really penetrated, split in half by that fat prick throbbing against the slick
sides of her pussy. Nothing in the world could have prepared her for this feeling. At
first she was afraid, felt fear inching up her spine. And then there was only that
delicious sensation of being possessed by this man, of being filled with his cock!
"It hurt, but from now on it's just gonna be good fuckin' for you," Bob whispered in
one ear, flicking his tongue inside.
Marilyn felt his fingers touching her all over again, smoothing over her thighs, rubbing
the sore place between her legs. She was starting to want him again. But they waited,
waited until the pain disappeared.
"Okay?" Bob asked, brushing away several stray strands of hair covering her face.
"Okay," she said hesitantly.
Marilyn still felt unsure about all this. She was walking in the dark, stumbling around
in a whole new world. There had been a few things she'd picked up about sex. But
nothing had readied her for Bob and his cock.
"Good, baby, 'cause I'm so fuckin' hot I could cum right now. Gotta take it easy, really
easy," he gasped against her neck.
Marilyn shivered at his words, sensing his urgency, his sexuality.
"I wanna feel you cum with me, baby, wanna feel you cum with my dick!"
Marilyn blessed her lucky stars for having someone like this for her first fuck, someone
who could excite her so much she thought little of the pain, little of the consequences
from this lay.
"Oooohh... mmmmmmm!" she groaned.
In a moment she felt his prick going back, back past the sore spot where her cherry had
been. Marilyn tensed, her fingers fluttering over Bob's chest while her knees jerked up
and pressed against his hairy thighs. But there was no pain now. There was nothing but
that weird, vaguely pleasurable sensation of his prickhead inching out of her juicy cunt.
Marilyn shivered, feeling juices oozing out and wetting down her thighs, soaking the
covers gathering up under her ass. Her nerve-endings were protesting against the
withdrawal of his prick. She felt her tiny cunt muscles spasming, trying to grab and
hold onto his retreating prickhead. It was impossible. Bob would have his own way and
there was little she could do about it.
"No, don't... don't go out, don't... don't leave me!" she cried, throwing her head back
into the pillow.
She swivelled her ass, pressing her belly against his, grabbing at his face, doing
everything she could to keep his cock inside her.
"Ohhhh, baby, ain't gonna leave you yet... no way," he whispered.
Bob stopped his retreat, moving his hips around once more to ream out her cunthole.
And then he was shoving his cock back into her cunt once more, the gurgling sound of
his prick burrowing through her swampy cunthole reaching both of them and making
them shiver.
"God!" Marilyn was going wild.
Every time she moved forward, feeling his cock sliding into her, she thought there
would be no more prick meat he had to slip into her body. And then his hairy belly
ground against her cuntal mound, flashes of incredible joy sparking from her clit. She
ground against him harder, feeling that long bar of prickmeat reaching deeper, filling
her pussy.
"No, no, noooo..." Marilyn moaned loudly now, sucking in air with whistling, wheezing
sounds both through her mouth and nose.
Bob had slipped his fingers under her ass and was squeezing the fleshy mounds,
pinching them, then rolling them closer to her sweaty buttcrack. At the same time he
was hunching hard and fast into her cunthole, purposely keeping his prick in rubbing
contact with her clit.
And then, in a second, Marilyn felt his finger playing with the wrinkled pink flesh
surrounding her shitter! She tensed, let out a wheezing gasp as his finger curled then
slid into her asshole! Wild flashes of ecstasy exploded from her violated asshole. He was
wriggling his finger around and around, the jagged nail scraping the smooth lining of
her bowels! Marilyn let out a sharp wail, whipping her hips back and forth faster and
faster until her body was covered with a thin layer of glistening sweat.
"Ughhhh..." she gasped.
She was all the way down on his big cock now. Marilyn knew she was acting the part of
a whore, a street slut. There could be nothing ladylike in what she was doing, in what
she was feeling. But all her mother's care and warnings flew out the window under
Bob's expert fucking. She was moving her ass in circles now, feeling his prick stirring
her insides like a big spoon. "Fuck me, fuck me..." A mass of sexual tension swelled in
her belly. She went wild, digging her nails into his shoulders, hunching up against the
big man. She pushed down, her burning asshole pouting around his invading finger.
She wanted him fucking her everywhere! Her asscheeks flexed, relaxed, then tensed
again as another finger slipped into her shitter and wriggled around. "Ooooooohhhh..."
The insides of her thighs chilled and burned alternately as she felt her body turn into a
rubbery mass of sensuality.
"Fuck it out, fuck... uhhhh... fuck it out all the way, bitch..." Bob gasped.
Marilyn writhed her hips. Fuck. Fuck. The simmering heat in her pussy was close to
boil. The slapping of his balls against her ass, that finger moving in and out of her
asshole, everything contributed to her first big climax. "Unnghhhh..."
Her cunt felt even fuller when his pistoning cock rammed in. She could feel an angry
fire starting in her cunt, gathering force in her shitter. Her entire belly seemed to bulge
with the rising excitement. She grunted, shoving down, feeling his prick ballooning up
against her cuntal lining.
"Unnghhh... wow, Marilyn! Christ, you're too fuckin' good to be true," Bob grunted.
Marilyn stopped. Something wild was happening now, something that both frightened
and delighted her. The fleshy circle of her inner cuntlips kept milking his cock. That
circle tightened, released, then tightened again. And each time her velvety surfaces
stroked him, Marilyn realized she was driving him closer toward climax.
"Ohhhhh..." Marilyn felt dazed with lust.
She was starting to get closer. She couldn't keep her body still now. She had started a
gentle fucking motion again, riding his cock up and down, up and down, until she
thought she'd go out of her mind.
"Ohhhh, I... I think I'm gonna... gonna cum soon," she panted.
"Man, oh man, do it, baby! Go for it, go for the big one!"
And then she exploded. The hot, chilly, shivery sensations that had been teasing her
before now ignited her orgasm. "Yaggghghhhhh!"
Her mind seemed to explode into millions of pieces. At the same time she could feel
Bob's cock jerking and snapping around inside her pussy. She felt those hot jets of cum
spattering against her pussy walls, felt his balls shooting out those white-hot gouts of
jizz.
Bob was moaning, his body thrashing around. More than once his leg kicked hard
against hers while his fingers clawed her shoulders, his chest pressing down so hard
that Marilyn found it difficult to draw in air. Cumming! Climax! The thought brought
more whimpers to her throat! How absolutely wonderful it was to have a guy with his
cock stuck all the way inside her, shooting out that white stuff.
"Ooooooohhhh!" Marilyn felt her orgasm increasing in intensity, each spasm more
powerful than the last. Nothing, not her playing at home, not her licking with Bob or
the dog, had readied her for this. She thrashed and grunted, her shivering asscheeks
bouncing on the small bed while his cock fired more and more cum into her cunt.
How long had it lasted? Marilyn didn't know. It seemed like an eternity.
When she blinked her eyelids open again, she saw Bob nuzzled up close against her,
feeling his fingers smoothing over her upper arms. His prick was still inside, still
jerking against her cum-slick walls.
"You're great," he whispered.
"I'm glad you... you like me."
"No problem on that score. Anybody with any kind of sense would dig you, baby."
He kissed her hard, moving his lips from side to side inside her mouth. He had had
that thing on her pussy, and now he was kissing her lips! It was so wicked, so delicious!
For a moment she wondered what her cousin, Debbie, was doing. Marilyn smiled,
guessing.
"You really needed this kinda fuckin', didn't you?" Bob said after a few moments of
silence.
"I... I didn't know what I needed. But now I do."
"Bet you could do with a lot more. Bet I could give it too."
Reality began to creep back in. She had come to this room, had offered her body to this
near-stranger and he had. taken it. What would he think of her if she kept on putting
out, giving him what he wanted? Wouldn't she fit into the category of slut or whore?
"You... you probably don't think too much of me now," she began hesitantly.
"That's a bunch of crap," Bob snapped, pushing her hair from her face. "You're a great
girl, and I think we could have lots of fun together. Come on, no hangups," he said,
smoothing his fingers over her burning cheeks. "Really?"
He was nipping her chin with his teeth.
"Ever really wanna suck cock... I mean, do all kinds of things with a guy?"
Marilyn remembered all those dreams she'd been having lately where she'd been in all
kinds of positions with strangers. It made her blush even now to think of some of them.
"Uh-huh," she admitted.
"Well, you got me here. In a few minutes bet we could try out lots of things."
His smile was knowing, sexy. It made her shiver with delighted expectation as she lay
there in the bed.
"I... I don't know," she stammered. "There's Debbie, and I'm supposed to be home by
midnight and..."
Bob shut her up with a kiss, slowly pulling his cock from her slackening cunthole.
Marilyn let out a low groan, feeling her cunt walls shrinking together behind his
retreating prickhead. Something warm and wet was coming out with his cock. Cum!
Globs and blobs of cum were trickling out and wetting down her thighs as he pulled his
cock out.
"Ohhhhh..."
"Let's clean up. And then... then we'll talk about some more foolin' around," Bob said,
pulling her gently up from the bed.
Marilyn followed, showering with the big stud, kissing him passionately as the water
sprayed tinglingly over their twisting bodies. In the small stall she had felt his prick
getting warm and hard, pressing up against her thighs once more. And she was feeling
that warm glow starting up in her cunt all over again.
It was going to be quite a night, one she'd remember for a long time!


Chapter 10

"This is insane... I won't do it... I just won't!"
Lois sat on the sofa, her back stiff, her eyes sparkling with determination. She had
already had sex with the dog, had let him touch her in all those dreadfully wonderful
ways. It had only been an hour since she had showered and vowed never to let the
animal touch her again.
But here she was, staring at the damned television set, drumming her fingers
impatiently against the couch armrest and trying to steer her mind from anything
sexual. No more sex with Caesar.
But trying to forget the dog was impossible. Vague thoughts about him crept in. And
watching all those men on the tube staring back at her, smiling so sexily, didn't help
either!
Stretching out one hand, Lois switched off the tube and thumbed through several
magazines. Once or twice she thought about her daughter, about what Marilyn was
doing. There was something in the eyes of those two boys, especially in Bob's, that she
found unsettling.
"Oooohhh!"
Sex. Goddamned sex! If only she could get around it somehow, live her life without
worrying about that awful hot itch continually pulsing between her thighs. That, she
knew, was impossible. She would simply have to rise above herself, have to fight down
that tingly itch every time it occurred.
"God!"
Caesar was standing there by the kitchen doorway again. He studied her, his brown
eyes glowing with excitement, with mischief. His tongue was hanging from one side,
glistening with spit. Doggie spit.
Lois shuddered, moving her eyes away from the panting animal with difficulty. She
wanted him. How she wanted him, wanted to feel his warm furry touch against her
body. But she couldn't let herself fall into the trap once more. If she did, she might
never get out. She'd go crazy, lose her mind with that animal.
"No!" Lois found she was tearing at the couch material with her nails.
Her cunt was so tight, so hot, so wet. She could smell her pussy without any problem
now, and she knew that animal was picking up her scent. She looked up again. He was
stretching his head forward, his black nostrils quivering, smelling the hot musky odor
of her aroused cunt. Lois blushed, feeling incredibly dirty.
"No, I won't... I won't," she muttered, clenching her fingers into two tight fists and
pressing them against her thighs. She wouldn't slip again, wouldn't invite the animal
into her bedroom again for another round of cunt-tonguing. "Ohhh..."
He was coming toward her, his big forepaws padding over the carpet. She could hear
him breathing now. And that tongue was wagging from side to side invitingly.
Lois tried looking in another direction. But it was impossible for her to ignore the
approaching Airedale.
It was as if another being inside her had taken over, was making her move. She stood
up and turned, walking half like a zombie toward the stairs. Her heart was pounding so
hard that Lois thought it would tear through her ribcage! Her pulse was racing while
her cunt swelled more and more.
She was going to do it again! She was heading toward her bedroom, climbing the stairs,
stopping now and then to catch her breath, as her cuntlips rubbed against one another.
It was funny how strong the sensation was now, how it took her breath away as if she'd
been punched in the stomach!
At the top of the stairs Lois closed her eyes, gathering strength, feeling her clit
throbbing and pulsing as she'd never felt it before. Caesar brushed against her leg,
looking up at her impatiently. She knew what he wanted. As awful as it was, she
wanted it too, wanted and needed it desperately!
"Caesar," she breathed.
They walked to her room. For another moment Lois hesitated, her fingers tightening
around the brass doorknob. She could end this all now. She could open the door, keep
the dog out, then slam it shut. There was no hesitation.
"Inside, Caesar," she said, her voice sounding hoarse.
Lois sighed, reaching back and unzipping her dress. In a moment she was stepping out
of the garment, carefully laying it over one chair. Next came her bra, then finally her
juice-dampened panties. "Oooooohhh..."
Lois stood in the middle of her darkened bedroom for a moment, smoothing her fingers
over her body. How much better it would feel if a man were touching her like this,
admiring her body, telling her all the sexy things he was going to do to her in bed!
Lois closed her eyes, drawing her fingers up to her tits. She remembered those things
her husband used to whisper to her as he pulled her toward the bed. And how he
fulfilled those promises!
"Ummmmmm..."
Lois opened her eyes and stared at her body in the big mirror on the closet door. Her
ass was still firm, her belly flat, her thighs supple, inviting. Then she saw Caesar
coming up toward her.
The beautiful Airedale padded over, his stubby tail flagging excitedly. He bumped her
knees with his cold nose. She knew what he was after. She knew it and wanted it just as
badly. A mixture of want and shame washed over her.
No more guilt, no more shame. She couldn't keep doing this and feel guilt all the time!
It would destroy her. "Caesar..."
The animal wagged his tail again and looked up at her.
Lois turned, staring at the mirror. There was her white flesh contrasted with the furry
coat of the Airedale. Lois studied the reflection with interest. It was a different way of
seeing herself, of seeing Caesar's curious nuzzling on her thigh. He licked her, and she
saw the change of her expression in the mirror.
"Your tongue's so pink, Caesar..."
The dog whined and his tongue wet her thigh. Lois cried out, feeling a feverish tingle
sweeping through her belly. She kept watching her reflection, watching the steady
progress of excitement across her flesh. She bent one knee slightly, spreading it from
the other.
The dog moved to one side, sniffing at her puffy cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue
pressed against her cuntslit, Lois made a crying noise deep in her throat.
"Oh God, God, what's happening to me? Oh my God, I can't stop myself..."
Lois stared at the bed, that bed that would give comfort to her and the dog in a few
moments. It was the same bed she and her husband had shared. And now she was
taking her lover to it, her dog lover. Lois closed her eyes and fought down the panic
and shame she felt rising in her once more. "Uhhhhh..."
Spreading her thighs farther apart, Lois could feel the hot sweep of his licking across
the underside of her cuntal mound. She saw her slackened mouth in the mirror, the
drooping lids. Now she was swaying back and forth in her bedroom, letting the big
animal lick at her hot, damp cunt.
"Ummmmmmmm..."
Letting out another sigh, Lois couldn't resist putting her fingers down and gently
spreading her outer cuntlips. The dog's slopping pink tongue went deep in response,
raking over her clit. Sparks of goodness exploded through her delicate pussy
membranes. A new flood of juices coated her cuntlips.
In the mirror she could see the glistening pinkness of her cuntmeat. It was too exciting
for words! She nearly stumbled forward, catching herself at the last moment. She could
see that awful red cock hanging from between his furry hindquarters. It was sliding out
from his sheath, big red and knobby. It had been that thing that had sprayed her,
sprayed her with all that doggie cum!
But that wouldn't happen again. She wouldn't let things get that out of control. Lois
just needed a little licking, a touch of that dog's tongue sloshing up and down her
juicing cuntal crack to make her feel more relaxed.
"Come, Caesar... Come, Caesar..."
In a moment she was sitting on the edge of her bed, her ass sinking into the soft
mattress. She was hot, so very, very hot. Her cunt burned, as if someone had set fire to
it. And sitting there between her splayed thighs was the dog, Caesar, his tongue
hanging from one corner of his mouth.
"Oh, you and I are going to have a wonderful time tonight," Lois said, scooting back on
the bed.
She loved the feel of the backs of her legs sliding over the cool topsheet, loved the
sensation of her ass sliding back, back toward the headboard, while just over the tops of
her toes she could see Caesar's tilted head. He was still sitting at the foot of the bed, his
tongue hanging out, his eyes focused on her cunt.
Lois reached for the pillows, resting her back against the headboard, pushing her legs
farther apart, moving her fingers up and down her thighs.
"Come here, Caesar, come to Lois, make Lois feel so good."
The dog barked, shaking his body violently. Then with a powerful bound he jumped
onto the bed.
Lois sucked in a deep breath and held it. Her fuzz-covered cunt was dripping with juice,
so hot that it was nearly bursting at the seams like some overripened fruit left in the
sun too long. She moved her legs back and forth slightly, feeling that sexy rub of her
cuntlips against one another. Her fingers moved in, in toward her cunt, the tips now
barely touching her pussy curls. She couldn't take much more of this play, this toying.
She had to have contact, the touch of something, of that animal's tongue against her
cuntmeat. "Ummmmmm..."
The tips of her tits were so hard, so hot. And her cuntlips curled and trembled as her
clit popped up hard and stiff.
"Caesar..."
The dog moved in for the kill as Lois closed her eyes and felt herself sinking into that
wonderful sexual abyss she'd created several days ago.


Chapter 11

"Ooooooooohhhhh!"
He was touching her, finally touching! The dog was licking her cunt, and did it feel
good! Her cunt was swelling with excitement, swelling so much that she thought it
would burst. And then there was Caesar, good old Caesar, who was taking care of her
pussy, making sure she wouldn't drop off to sleep this evening unsatisfied.
"Oh there, Caesar... uhhhhh...ooohhh, yes, th-there!"
The blonde woman was babbling now, rocking her body from side to side. The dog was
sniffing all around her pussy before licking it. And then he was after her once more.
She sucked in a ragged breath at the first touch of his tongue. She was quivering with
excitement, with the anticipation of his tongue moving all around inside her pussy,
touching her clit, touching all parts of her cunt, making her feel so good, so warm and
wanted again. That's what she needed, what she wanted. Lois had to feel wanted by
anyone, anything.
"Oooooohhh! Uhhhhh!"
The Airedale was licking her all over now, his tongue on her belly, her tits, the base of
her throat, even her ears.
Lois started moving her hips against the mattress in fucking motions. She could hear
the bed squeaking, hear the headboard clattering against the back wall. She was really
going for it, really letting the dog have his way with her pussy.
"Oh yes, Caesar, yes, you're so... sooo good. You lick me sooooooooo good," Lois
babbled, her head snapping from side to side, her long blonde hair clinging to her
cheeks and lips.
She could feel his spit dripping down her thighs, drenching his nose and tongue. God,
she was so wet, so wet with her own juices. The animal lurched forward and started
eating her pussy with an appetite that took her breath away.
"Oooooooohhhh!"
Lois thought she'd lose her mind in a moment. This was the most intense he had been
toward her since they'd been fooling around together. She felt his snout moving up and
down in her slit, up and down, burrowing in like some small animal. The brush of his
nose against her cuntal walls and her clit drove her wild!
"Uhhh... uhhhh... uhhhhhhh!"
She was beating her legs against the mattress. It was what she'd been wanting all these
hours. How she wanted the do to do this to her', to touch her this way! And now it was
happening, actually happening in her own bedroom all over again!
Lois moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders against the mattress. Raising her legs, the
woman began petting Caesar with her naked feet. She arched her back, wallowing her
body against the wrinkled topsheet. The bed creaked and groaned even more than
before! She was panting through flared nostrils, rutting in front of the animal, being the
bitch he wanted.
"Ohhhhh nooooo!"
Dog spit, dog spit wetting her down, making her so wild, so carefree! She didn't care
what kind of spit was soaking her cunt any longer. All she wanted to have was that
animal touching her that way, dragging his tongue along her asscrack to her cunt! He
knew the path well, knew what paths to travel to make his mistress happy.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
For a moment Lois though her heart would burst from the rising pleasure. She felt him
nipping along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. This was something new, something
that drove her crazy. The feeling was devastating. It hurt a little as well, hurt in a way
that made her grind her ass up for more. She wanted him lapping and licking her into
orgasm.
"God!"
Lois was humping back, actually humping back against him, pressing her cunt mound
up and silently begging the dog to eat her more.
The dog growled, his neck hairs bristling with excitement. His long white fangs dug
along her flesh. He tossed his head, letting out another long-series of growls that made
Lois' hair stand on end.
"Oooooohhhh!"
She felt danger at times. But the flames of incredible delight licking up and down her
thighs more than made up for the fear. Everything on her body was sensitive to the
animal.
"Uhhhhh..."
Her body was responding fast to the licking friction of Caesar's tongue. But she needed
something more now, something a little more than what the dog was giving her. Oh, if
only she could feel filled, feel that tongue working deeper, harder in her body.
"Uhhhh..."
Lois closed her eyes, biting down hard on her lip. She knew what she wanted. But she
couldn't even think of the consequences.
As she turned around, getting on her hands and knees, feeling her tits hanging heavily
from her chest, she knew what she wanted now.
Fucking. Fucking with a dog, letting him fuck her the way he'd fuck a gutter bitch!
"Fuck... fuck!"
The unthinkable had become a reality. As she knelt there, her hands spread out in front
of her, her head hanging down, her ass poised high, ready, her knees spread apart, Lois
refused to think about what was really happening. A dream, a terrible, wonderful
dream, just like all the others she'd been having. Only this one was real, a lot more
exciting. And who was going to see her? Who was going to care? Her daughter?
Marilyn was probably getting fucked now. As awful as that thought was, Lois secretly
knew Bob was fooling around with her daughter. That had been what she'd seen in his
eyes. "Uhhhhhhh..."
To have something, anything inside her cunt, would be wonderful. She would have to
have that something deep inside her, fucking in and out of her.
Lois tried to keep the image of what was really happening well out of her mind. It was
just the touch, the idea of having a prick up her cunt. Yes, that was it.
"Ooooooohhh!"
There were paws scratching at her asscheeks.
Lois sucked in a ragged breath and held it. Then in a moment she felt Caesar's furry
underside brushing over her. Her ass was thrust out to make fucking her easier.
The dog was driving his ass under, his forelegs wrapped tightly around her ribs, his
head nestled between her shoulder blades. Lois could feel his breath against the back of
her neck while his hind legs pranced nervously behind hers.
"Ohhhhh... uuuuuuhhh..."
A thrill filled her mind. The long blonde hair hung down to curtain her face, brushing
over her whitened knuckles. It was delicious, so good. She was there on her hands and
knees, waiting for the big dog to fuck her. Her shapely ass moved, dipped. Something
brushed her asscrack, something very hot and slick. Lois knew what it was. She
trembled.
"Ohhhhhh... fuck..."
She thought of Bob, that nice-looking young man out with her daughter. What she
could show him, what she could teach him, if she had him now in her bedroom, his
legs pressing down against hers, his prick up her...
"Uhhh"
Just the thought of a man fucking her hurried the woman to her orgasm. And it was
happening. The dog was inching his cock into her. He was fucking her, sliding his cock
into her cunt! Lois held her breath! She was doing it, actually doing it! She could feel
the red tip of the dog's cock as it gouged along the seeping hear of her cunt crack.
A flash of incredible goodness and guilt swept over her reeling mind. Her excitement
was at a fever pitch. Caesar was growling, his forelegs tightening around her body. She
felt him tensing, them felt him drive his doggie prick in halfway.
"Uuuuuuuhhh!"
She felt the bumps sliding over her clenching cuntlips. It was just like a French tickler!
The woman felt her cunt walls spasming, crashing down on the dog's invading prick,
grabbing onto it and milking it as if it were a man's dick! Again the thought of a man
made Lois whimper through her nostrils.
"God... oooooooohhh!"
The Airedale was barking now, pumping, sliding his prick back and forth, back and
forth. Lois' mind was exploding. She had gone all the way, all the way. She was letting
this beast fuck her!
"No!"
But Caesar was holding her tightly, his prick squishing, squeezing through her
clenching cuntmeat, his furry balls slapping against her. In, out, in, out, faster and
faster until Lois' body shook from the fucking blows. When she heard the animal
whimpering loudly through his nostrils, she knew he was about to cum. That was just
too much!
"Uhhhh... noooo!"
Her climax erupted, but Lois manage dto wrench herself free from the dog's cock,
falling onto the mattress and beating the bed with her fists as she felt the hot spray of
his jizz against her shivering ass. Brilliant orange and yellow lights flashed behind her
eyes as her cunt clenched down on nothing. Again and again the spasms roared
through her pussy. At times Lois thought she could hear her cunt walls slapping wetly
together.
"Uhhh... uhhhhh..."
And the dog was shooting his load against her body, his doggie jizz splattering against
the backs of her legs.
"Cummmmmmmm..."
Burning with lust, twisting and writhing under the power of her own climax, Lois
jerked her body for what seemed like hours, until finally, exhausted, she collapsed.
When she awakened, the dog was gone. Only that wet, cold feeling on her ass and
thighs reminded her of what had happened. Fucked. Fucked by a dog!
"Ohhhh"
She had done it, done it all the way! She had fallen into the deepest pit.
Groaning, pushing herself off the bed, Lois staggered across the bedroom floor and
grabbed her nightgown. This had to stop. It just had to. Her tits rose and fell on her
chest as she stood and stared at her image in the mirror once more. Her face was still
swollen from the lust she'd felt with the Airedale. It was over. It was over! No more
dog, no more! The woman swore with all her strength, clenching her fingers into fists.
She didn't care what Marilyn or the neighbors thought. She was going to start dating,
dating any man she could find. Surely that was better than this.
"Ooooohhh..."
Trembling, still feeling that bumpy sensation of Caesar's prick rushing in and out of her
cunt, Lois walked to the bathroom, gathering her gown around her shoulders. A man.
She needed a man, and she was going to get one. No more dogs. No more.
Some miles away Marilyn was wiping cum from her lips, staring up at Bob who had
just opened his eyes. He lay back on the bed, smoothing his fingers over his chest, then
dropping them back down to his crotch.
"Good head... real good."
"It felt so... so weird. But..."
"Hey, come on. Gonna eat out your cunt for bein' so good," Bob said, turning around
and sliding under her.
"Wait... I... oooohhhh!"
It was late. Mother would be furious! But then there was that touch, his tongue dividing
the shivering halves of her cunt, the touch of his fingers against her thighs, snaking
back toward her ass.
As she fell back, feeling Bob push her knees back, feeling his breath panting through
the juice-soaked hairs of her pussy, thoughts of her mother faded away. There was just
Bob, Bob and what he could teach her. Mother was so square. She and Debbie would
think of some excuse to tell her. Fucking! There wasn't anything like it in the whole,
wide world!


THE END
