DOG-LICKED VIRGIN
By David Crane


Chapter 1

Sometimes Marylou Walken got so hot that she thought she would have to get fucked.
She was in her teens, and still a virgin, but she wasn't at all sure how much longer she
could hold out. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to because, although it was certainly
honorable for a girl to be virginal, it must be a lot more fun to get laid.
Marylou was a pretty, bouncy, nubile girl who, had she not been a virgin, could have
had her choice of men. She had curly, blonde hair, streaked by the sun, and big, blue
eyes under long, fluttering lashes. A scattering of freckles crossed her cheeks and small,
up-turned nose.
When she got horny, she batted those blue eyes innocently, as if surprised by her own
feelings. But her sensual lower lip would tremble with a desire that was beyond
innocence.
Her body was splendid, all smooth ovals and curves. Her tits were round, meeting at
the center in a deep, almost horizontal cleavage. They were capped by nipples so big
and stiff that they looked like the valves by which her tits had been inflated. She had a
tiny waist and firm, gently rounded belly. Her ass seemed to echo her tits, the ass
cheeks round and prominent, the cleavage between pronounced. She had long, smooth
legs, finely molded.
She wore clothing that emphasized her body, especially in the summer, when she
preferred shorts and tee shirts. Marylou wasn't exactly trying to look provocative, but
no design could have worked more effectively, if she had.
When she walked towards a man, she came tits first, belly rolling, nipples standing out
in twin peaks against her cotton tee shirt. When she moved away from him, her ass was
a grinding, swaying pendulum.
Her legs looked as if they had been created for the express purpose of wrapping
themselves around a man's haunches while he poured his prick between them.
Marylou had inspired countless hard-ons. Hundreds of men and boys had looked at her
and rushed off to beat their cockmeat in privacy, with visions of lovely Marylou dancing
in their fantasies.
Marylou masturbated regularly. She had been playing with her pussy for quite some
time. Naive and innocent when she began, Marylou had discovered the pleasures of self
gratification more by accident than by exploration.
It had amazed her when she realized how good it felt to rub her clit, to trace along her
cuntlips and push her stiff fingers slowly in and out of her creamy fuck slot.
She had rubbed herself off about once a week at first. Now that she was older, the
horny virgin was giving herself a handjob just about every day... and sometimes more
than once a day.
If she had been out on a date and got home horny, she would take care of herself
before she went to sleep. Quite often she would repeat the job in the morning, as soon
as she awoke.
She dated quite a lot. But she refused to go steady with any of the young men who
asked her to be their girlfriend.
For one thing, she rather enjoyed playing the field and didn't figure she was ready to
limit herself to one boy.
And for another she had a pretty good idea that, once she started dating the same
fellow night after night, things were going to get out of hand and into her cunt.
Still, the girl was trying her best.
She never let a boy feel her up on a first date, for instance, although she would let him
kiss her, if she liked him. On a second date she might allow a guy to feel her tits
through her blouse or shirt. She might let him grope bare tit on a third date. That was
as far as most of the local boys ever got with her.
She had let one guy slide his hand down inside her shorts and play with her cunt,
however, and that might have been very dangerous indeed.
Her own desire had saved her. Almost as soon as his hand started working on her
pussy, Marylou had an orgasm. After she came, she was able to resist his efforts to go
further.
But she knew that, if she hadn't creamed on his hand, she would probably have been
driven by such irresistible desires that she would have let him fuck her that evening.
When her cunt cooled off enough to resist, she had jacked him off, to return the
manual favor.
The boy had been satisfied.
He had not expected to seduce her all the way and had been overjoyed to get as far as
he had with the girl.
But Marylou had not been satisfied, at all.
Her lust frightened her.
She had watched the jism spurt out of his prick as she pulled it up and down. Marylou
could only wonder what it would feel like to have a hot, thick load of the sweet stuff
squirt into her cunt, or even into her mouth!
That night she had masturbated three times before she could sleep. In the morning she
had been playing with her cunt again even before her eyes were open, so that it was
more of an erotic dream than reality.
When the boy phoned her for another date, she turned him down. He had been
annoyed and thought that Marylou didn't like him. The truth would have thrilled him,
however, for it was quite the opposite. Marylou had liked him far too much, and didn't
trust herself not to lose her cherry if she dated him again.
It was frustrating. She was safe enough if she went out with boys that she didn't really
like very much. But what fun was that? Yet she was afraid to date a guy for whom she
felt desire.
What was she keeping her cherry for, anyhow?
She often asked herself this question, usually while she was rubbing her cunt until it
foamed.
For marriage?
She doubted that because she was too young to get married. She didn't think it would
be possible to go for much longer without getting her cunt stuffed full of prick.
Until she was engaged to be married?
No, she wasn't ready for that, either.
Until she was going steady?
But that was self-defeating. She was sure that if she started going steady she would soon
be getting fucked. It seemed as if that would be putting the cart before the horse.
So, as a teen, nubile and hot, Marylou Walken was a confused and uncertain girl. But
she was still a virgin.
On Friday night, that almost changed.
Marylou had not had a date that evening and went to the movies by herself, meeting
some of her girlfriends there and talking, of course, about boys.
Two of her girlfriends, no older than Marylou, had already started fucking and they
were eager to admit it. Far from showing any shame, they were proud of the fact that
they had become women at an early age.
Marylou, intrigued, asked them questions and they replied readily. One of them even
admitted, blushing and giggling without embarrassment, that she had given her
boyfriend a blowjob.
Marylou was thrilled.
"What was it like?" she asked.
"Ummm... fun," the naughty teenager said. "Yummy."
Marylou felt envious of the girl.
She had begun to really resent her cherry.
She had even wondered if blowing a guy might not be a wonderful way to have sex
without losing her virginity. But even as she considered it, she knew that it wouldn't
work, that she would get so hot sucking a prick that she would wind up fucked as well.
After the movie was over, the other girls went to the malt shop to flirt with boys, but
Marylou decided to go straight home.
Her cunt was flowing and smoldering.
She was in a hurry to fuck herself off.
She was wearing a pair of very short shorts made of terry cloth. As she walked home,
Marylou could feel her pussy squishing between her legs with every stride. She knew
that the crotch of her shorts was soaked and that cuntjuice was starting to trickle down
her thighs.
She hurried along, her luscious ass swaying, wondering if she was going to cream her
panties without even touching herself.
A car pulled up beside her.
"Want a lift?" the driver asked.
Marylou hesitated. There were two boys in the car, a year or two older than Marylou.
Both of them were good-looking guys whom she knew casually from school.
Marylou was uncertain. She did want a ride because she wanted to get home as quickly
as possible. But in her present sexy mood she did not trust herself with a man.
But there were two of them.
Surely that made it safe. One guy might try to feel her up. But she figured that there
was safety in numbers. Since she wasn't with either of them, for instance, how would
they decide which one of them should try to grope her? If one got naughty, the other
would intervene... out of jealousy, if not good manners.
So Marylou got in the car, sitting between them.
The driver's name was Bill. The other boy was Carl. Both of them were football players
and popular at school. Marylou felt a bit flattered by their attentions. She liked the way
they looked at her legs as she settled between the two boys.
She figured that she would think about them later, when she was giving herself a good
finger-fucking.
Then Bill turned off onto a side road.
Marylou protested, but not very loudly. She was intrigued. What did they intend to do?
She was sure that they wouldn't try to rape her, since she knew who they were. Maybe
they wanted to neck with her.
The idea was exciting. She had never been out with two boys at once. It seemed very
naughty... and all the more thrilling simply because it was naughty.
She still figured that the situation was safe. Alone with either of them, horny as she
was, there might have been some danger of a seduction. But Marylou, an innocent girl,
could not conceive of going too far with a guy when there was another boy as a witness.
Encouraged by the weakness of her protest, Bill drive down a dark lane and parked the
car beside a grove of trees.
He switched the ignition off and turned the radio on softly. His face, dimly reflecting
light from the dash, was tight with excitement. Marylou sat very still between them. She
was a little frightened, she was curious, and she was hot as hell.
Bill put his arm around her.
Marylou figured that Carl would get out of the car.
But then Carl, too, put an arm around her.
"Give us a kiss," Bill said.
Marylou turned her face away from him. In the process, she turned towards Carl. He
kissed her, instead.
She resisted for a moment. Then her lips parted and she ground her mouth against his
willingly. She was trying to protest, but her mouth was busy. Instead of speaking, she
was only panting.
Carl's tongue licked at her trembling lips, then pushed into her mouth. Marylou liked
to be French kissed. She sucked on his tongue. When Carl drew back, the girl turned to
Bill and kissed him. It didn't seem fair that she should kiss one and not the other.
Then, too, by choosing no favorite, she still believed she was playing it safe.
For some time she just sat there, turning from side to side as she kissed the boys in
turn. Hot to begin with, the girl was really smoldering by this time. She squirmed on
the seat. Her nipples felt like sticks of dynamite and her pussy flickered warmly
between her legs.
Then she felt a hand on her tit.
She was kissing Carl, swapping tongue jobs with him, and she guessed that it must be
Bill's hand that had slowly run down her shoulder and onto her thrusting tit.
Marylou pretended not to notice. She wasn't going to allow them to feel her up. At
least not on a first date, and certainly not the both of them. But it felt so wonderful that
the girl figured she would pretend that she wasn't aware of that hand for just a few
moments.
Bill's hand was cupped over her tit mound and her nipple seemed to be exploding
against his palm. After a moment, he began to pull his hand up, closing his fingers and
thumb together to stroke her stiffened nipple.
Marylou could hardly pretend not to notice that. She grabbed him by the wrist and
pulled his hand away.
"I'm not like that," she whispered.
Bill laughed confidently.
Now Carl had a hand on her other tit, massaging the firm, thrusting tit globe and
working on her huge tit tip.
"I don't mind you kissing me, but that's as far as you can go," she said, trying her best
to sound firm.
Carl shrugged and took his hand away.
They kissed some more, with Marylou again twisting back and forth between them.
Hands touched her tits fleetingly, drew away, then returned.
The girl could not tell which boy was touching her at any given time. She made a few
more weak attempts to pull their hands away, but no sooner had she got one off her tit
than another hand clamped on her.
Her nipples seemed as sensitive as her clit by this time. Thrills laced out through her
tits and shot down her belly. She stopped struggling and let the two boys caress her
without resisting them. They began to feel her up at the same time then, a tit for each
of them.
Marylou was thinking that it wasn't really very naughty just to let them touch her tits,
as long as they didn't try to go any farther. She had let lots of other boys feel her tits,
after all. Just because there were two of them doing it at the same time, it didn't seem
much more wicked. It was not as if she were getting gang-banged or anything really
naughty.
It might even work out for the best.
If she let them play with her tits much longer, she was going to come. And once she
had come, she wouldn't be so horny. She would be able to resist, in case they tried to
go too far.
After the girl had reasoned out the situation for herself, she began to grind her tits
against their hands.
The two young men exchanged a glance across her. Carl winked. They could tell by the
way that she was squirming that she was getting awfully hot. As she was kissing Carl,
swapping tongue jobs and panting, Bill blew into her ear. He told her that she had the
sweetest tits he'd ever touched. Marylou was pleased by the compliment. She twisted
around to kiss him. Carl nibbled at her ear.
One of them, she never knew which, managed to get her tee shirt rolled up before she
realized it. The garment was right up over her tits and both of her fat, smooth tit globes
were fully exposed.
By the time that the sex-crazed teenager realized they were working on her bare tits, it
seemed sort of pointless to stop them. Once bare tit had been touched, the deed was
done. She might as well enjoy it.
And she was certainly enjoying it, no doubt of that.
These guys were expert feeler-uppers, she thought. No other guy had ever been so
gentle and demanding at the same time. She arched her back, writhing. Bill lowered his
head and began to kiss her tits. She shuddered. Things were getting out of hand, but it
felt so wonderful that she hadn't the willpower to stop him.
Carl's head went down, too.
Now there was no mouth to kiss, and both mouths were working in the nicest way on
her tits. The girl placed a hand behind each of their lowered heads, stroking them,
submitting to their loveplay.
Her head was resting back against the seat. Her face turned from side to side as she
vibrated with the thrill and her expression had become a mask of lust. Her blue eyes
were narrowed, her lips trembling. She was breathing heavily, and each breath
ballooned her tits against their faces.
Each boy had clamped onto a nipple now, sucking steadily on her stiff nuggets of flesh.
"Ummm," she purred, loving it.
They slobbered onto her plump tit globes and her flesh was so hot that their saliva
evaporated, steaming from her tit mounds.
One of them started stroking up her bare leg.
Marylou could not reach that groping hand because they were both leaning over her,
preventing her from getting her hand down there. She clamped her legs tightly
together. The hand continued to rub and stroke, moving higher. Then another hand
was on her other thigh. Both of their hands were moving up towards her cunt and she
felt absolutely helpless. She clung to them, as if for support, as her mind swirled and
her head spun with the rising tide of her desire.
They were probing and prying, moving gently but insistently, trying to get her to
spread her thighs apart. One hand was wedging down into her pussy. She pressed her
legs together tighter, but to no avail. A finger brushed her clit.
Marylou gasped.
Her legs parted automatically. The girl was out of control now. She couldn't have kept
her legs together if she had wished to. That first contact with her clit had melted her
willpower.
She arched deeply, her whole body shuddering.
They continued to suck on her tits and now both of them worked fingers up inside the
legholes of her shorts, touching her steaming cunt. It was obvious that the girl was
horny as could be. Her cunt was so hot it heated their fingers and so wet that their
hands were sloshing around in a pool of pussyjuice.
"She likes it," Carl murmured.
"She loves it," said Bill.
They were speaking right onto her tits, the words muffled.
"Let's take her shorts off," Carl suggested.
Now Marylou was getting really worried.
"No, no!" she gasped. "You can finger-fuck me, guys, but you can't go any farther!"
One of them grunted. The other chuckled. She could not tell who had done what. She
began to struggle against them, wanting them to stop now, before it was too late. But
her struggles had the same effect as her previous squirming. She was grinding her cunt
passionately against their caressing hands.
She felt the tug on her shorts.
They were dragging them down.
Well, they had been fingering her cunt, anyhow, she reasoned. It wasn't any more
naughty if they had her pants off or reached inside them... bare cunt was bare cunt.
Maybe it was better, even. It was obvious that they were going to finger-fuck her, now.
Why shouldn't she enjoy it?
She hiked her pretty little ass up so that they could drag her shorts and panties down
over her hips and thighs. Each of the boys had one hand hooked on the band of the
garment, as if sharing the pleasure of stripping the girl naked. They dragged the shorts
off her feet and tossed them on the floor.
Marylou closed her legs tightly together again. This was the first time that her lower
body had been bared in front of a man. The only other time that she had been finger
fucked was with the boy's hand up under her dress.
Marylou was very aware of her nakedness. She felt embarrassed, in a way, yet she knew
that she was well-built and pretty. There was no real reason to be ashamed. She felt
defenseless, too. With nothing between her cunt and their cocks, not even a wispy piece
of panty cloth, she felt utterly vulnerable.
And yet it was thrilling to be exposed to their eyes and their hands. She could feel their
gaze upon her, warming her belly and thighs.
Her lips parted.
She intended to utter another protest or to define the limits of how far they would be
allowed to go, but her vocal cords failed her, like traitors. The only sound that came
from her throat was a little moan of passion that revealed her eagerness.
Bill put a hand on her knee.
Carl grasped the other knee.
Between them, as two dogs fight over a bone, they dragged the virgin teenager's thighs
apart.
Marylou trembled and moaned, frightened and ashamed, yet tremendously excited to
know that the two young men were looking direction at her naked, foaming cunt.
They looked with admiration.
Neither of the boys was very experienced with girls. They were not virgins, but they
hadn't had much in the way of variety, either. They were greatly impressed by
Marylou's pussy.
It was the juiciest they had ever encountered.
Her pink cuntlips were unfurled petals, opening to the morning sunlight. The dark
inner cunt flesh was streaked with the dew of her desire. Her clit stood out rampant
and tingling. Her open fuck slot was filled with frothy nectar and a line of cuntjuice had
trickled down her crotch and seeped into the taut crack of her ass.
Bill licked his lips.
Bill had never eaten a pussy and never faced one that he had wanted to eat before. Now
he wished that he were alone with this girl. Her cunt looked so juicy that he was dying
to suck it. But he didn't have the nerve to do such a thing in front of Carl.
Carl felt the same way.
There were certain definite drawbacks to doubling up on one girl, the boys realized, as
their mouths watered for a taste of Marylou's sweet pussy.
As if to make up for the fact that they dare not use their tongues on her, both boys
began to fondle her with both hands.
Marylou's was shifting between them, dragged from side to side. They were not being
gentle now, but she was too hot to care. They had released her knees, but she didn't
clamp her legs together again. In fact, she spread them even wider.
Each boy was gripping her tits with one hand and working on her cunt with the other,
leaning over her, face down, gazing at her pussy as they groped and massaged it.
Marylou almost came several times.
Each time she thought she was going to reach the peak one of the boys changed the
rhythm of his caress, or faltered on a stroke, and she sank back below the crest. She was
simmering and twitching just below the surface of a climax.
And, oh, how she wanted to come. Her belly rolled and her ass churned as she worked
her cunt around on their hands. Her sleek thighs rippled as the thrill shot up them,
faded, then shot up again. Her whole groin was awash with juice now.
Their hands were soaked. They were wet to the forearms as they delved into the swamp
of her passion. Her clit erupted against their fingers and her nipples seemed to burst in
the moving cups of their palms.
Her eyes were closed.
In a daze, she was concentrating on coming.
Then she became aware that their fondling had stopped.
She wanted to beg them to continue.
Not bold enough to come right out with the request, she moaned a long and wordless
plea. She tilted her cunt up as if she were a cat wanting to be stroked.
The girl heard a rasping sound.
After a moment, she realized it was a zipper.
Marylou felt a surge of panic. It came on two levels. She was afraid that they had
stopped using their hands on her, leaving her in a torment of need, just below the level
of a climax. And she was afraid, too, that they intended to fuck her.
She knew she would not be able to resist.
She didn't want to lose her cherry, and certainly not to two strangers. Yet she knew
that, if a big, stiff prick started to push into her smoldering cunt, she would welcome it.
She opened her eyes and gazed down.
Both Bill and Carl had their cocks out. Neither had moved into a position to mount
her. But they were angled in from both sides and their pricks loomed out over her belly.
She gazed at their cockmeat in awe and fascination. They had obviously gotten very
excited as they handled her tits and cunt because both of their pricks had started to
weep at the cock tips.
Carl's cockhead was a big, blunt instrument. The end slathered with slippery fluids.
Bill's was a long, tapering knob, spinning a silken web of spunk out. Marylou saw a
slender thread of jism shimmering in a line from his cockhead to her belly button, as if
it were mooring the tower of his prick.
The boys were looking at each other questioningly.
She realized that they were silently wondering which of them should fuck her first.
Marylou felt intrigued by that question, herself.
Which cock would she prefer? It wasn't a question of which man, for she hardly knew
either of them and didn't care. But the shape of their cocks were different and the
inexperienced girl was wondering, despite herself, which shape of prick felt better when
it was stuffed up a pussy. Carl had a bloated black-jack and Bill had a tapered spear.
Both looked lovely to Marylou.
But then she summoned a willpower that she had never realized she possessed.
No, she would not get fucked by both of them. When she gave her virginity, it would
be to a boy she loved, not a couple of lusty lads she scarcely knew.
Marylou knew how to prevent it.
She reached down and took a prick in either hand.
Bill and Carl looked up, surprised. Although she had obviously been willing to let them
feel her up, this was the first that she had laid a hand on either of them.
Gripping both cocks by the roots, the girl began to hand-fuck them up and down. She
moved slowly at first, wanting them to think that she was merely caressing them as a
lead in to fucking. She also wanted them to enjoy the feeling so much that they would
not wish to stop her.
They sighed with pleasure. Carl began to hump, fucking through her fist. Bill laid his
head on her tits, staring down, watching her stroke his cock. Neither of them was
fondling her tits or cunt now.
It occurred to Marylou that these were very selfish boys. Now that they were getting
caressed, they forgot all about her desires. But she was determined. Gradually, so that
they did not become suspicious of her intentions, she began to pump them faster. Her
fist skimmed from cock hilt to prick head. As her hand came up, she rolled a foreskin
against the ledge behind the knob, and as she pumped down the big cockheads flared
out.
Now it was obvious that the girl intended to jerk them both off, but it felt so marvelous
that neither of them could protest.
They whimpered and thrashed about. They were panting, and the heads of their pricks
seemed to expand with every breath, inflated by lust. Bill's tapered cockhead simmered
with excitement, and Carl's wedge-shaped prick knob was just as hot.
Both cocks flared out wide, their color darkening to a deep purple, the clefts opening
and bubbling with jism. Marylou could feel their shafts throb in her hands. She could
feel the pulsating of fat veins that seemed the undersides of their prick rods. She saw
their balls swell bigger and bigger, over-inflated by their urgency.
"Come," she moaned.
She wanted them to come so that they would not fuck her, but she wanted them to
come for the sake of coming, too. Marylou wanted to pull the jism out of both sets of
cocks and balls. She wanted to see the hot, thick stuff spurt from their throbbing prick
knobs, to feel it splash on her body.
Carl made one feeble attempt to stop her.
His hand closed on her wrist.
But Marylou stroked up his prick and her thumb massaged the sensitive point where
his stalk spread out into his cockhead. The boy gasped and took his hand away.
Bill shot his wad first.
But only by seconds.
The quicksilvery jism spurted out under pressure and splattered on Marylou's plump
tits. A creamy river of the abundant stuff ran up the soft chasm of her cleavage. A thick
drop dripped from her stiff nipple and a tiny stream shot up into the hollow of her
throat. She wailed with joy as she felt his hot wash of jism.
Then Carl's prick leaped in her fist.
She was already soaked, tit and belly, and she angled his cockhead at a lower elevation.
His jism squirted right into her cunthair. Marylou gasped as she felt the hot slime hose
her clit and cunt. Her hand fairly flew up and down as she milked him dry, aiming
every drop of the cunt juice right between her legs.
Both horny youths shot energetically, half a dozen separate spurts shooting from each
prick. Then they were drained and the heads of their cocks were merely trickling.
Marylou kept hand-fucking until she was certain that she had milked out every last
drop.
She felt their cocks soften and shrink in her fists.
She had preserved her cherry.
But she was hotter than ever now, so hot that their jism was evaporating from her
smoldering flesh.
She leaned back against the seat, a dreamy look on her face, her legs spread wide open.
Now that she had jacked them off, she had every right to expect that they would finish
finger-fucking her.
But the innocent girl did not know the way that the minds, and cocks, of horny young
men worked.
Both boys used handkerchiefs to mop up the spillage.
Then they both tucked their spent pricks back into their pants and zippered them in.
That was okay, thought Marylou, they won't try to fuck me now. I can relax and enjoy
getting finger-fucked.
Grinning with expectation, the girl squirmed on the seat and pushed her pussy up and
out, making it available.
The boys were grinning, too.
But there was no expectation in their grins. They were smiles of satisfaction.
"Gee, thanks, Marylou," Bill said.
"Yeah, that was a great handjob," said Carl.
And, to her horror, Marylou realized that they were finished with her. They were going
to leave her cunt un-come.


Chapter 2

If Marylou had been a lewd and wanton creature, she might well have asked, or even
demanded, that they repay the manual favor and finger-fuck her off to a climax. And
had she done so, it was likely that Bill and Carl would have been pleased to do it, for
both of them were ardent finger-fuckers. They were not selfish or cruel, those young
men. They were just thoughtless and self-centered.
They had both gotten their rocks off.
Therefore, to their way of thinking, the petting session was ended. They had no idea
that Marylou was in desperate need of an orgasm of her own.
She was making it pretty obvious, she thought, squirming around with her legs wide
apart and her cunt steaming and flowing. But the boys, with their balls emptied, failed
to notice.
Bill started the car.
Marylou gaped at him in disappointment. Several times she tried to tell them what she
wanted, but her basic shyness halted her each time, the words unspoken.
"Better get your clothes on, huh?" Carl suggested.
Glumly, Marylou rolled her tee shirt down and groped for her panties. She drew the
soaking panties up very slowly, wriggling around as he did so, just in case either of
them might get the idea. But they weren't even looking at her.
It was a very frustrated girl that got out of their car outside her home, a few minutes
later.
Carl leaned out and said, "Hey, Marylou... we'll take you for a ride again sometime,
okay?"
Marylou started to make a stinging reply.
But then she merely shrugged.
She walked away and the two boys stared at her juicy, bouncy ass. Then they looked at
each other with big grins, winking, and rushed off to the poolroom to tell all the guys
there that Marylou Walken had just given them handjobs.
Marylou's mother and father were watching a late movie on television. She looked in
the door to tell them she was home, but didn't enter the room. Her tee shirt was
sticking to her tits, plastered there by dried jism, and she did not look presentable.
Intent on the television, they merely nodded to acknowledge that they had heard her.
It annoyed her, even though it was just as well that neither of them wanted to see her.
The sticky evidence of her misbehavior still soaked her belly, tits and pussy.
They probably don't care where I've been, she thought.
They probably wouldn't even care if I got fucked.
It didn't seem fair that a girl should preserve her cherry at such great expense of
frustration and not get some recognition for her determined resistance. But it wasn't the
sort of thing that she could mention without giving herself away for her lesser sins.
Marylou went up to her bedroom to finish the handjob that the thoughtless boys had
started and left undone.
Marylou locked her bedroom door and, just to be on the safe side, hung a towel over
the keyhole. Not that she thought her parents would have spied on her but, still, when
a girl was masturbating, she liked to be sure she had privacy.
She also preferred to leave the lights on. Marylou liked to see what she was doing to
herself, as well as feel it. The girl was so hot that she thought, had she turned the lights
out, she would have glowed in the darkness.
She pulled her tee shirt off.
It was sticky and her big tits were coated with spunk. She would have to take a bath,
but in the morning there would be time enough for that. It would be sort of exciting to
know there was jism all over her body while she played with herself, and to sleep with
the stuff still whitewashing her hot flesh.
She stuffed her shirt in the dirty clothing hamper and began to remove her shorts and
panties. They, too, went in the hamper. She would have to wash them herself, she
figured it wouldn't do for her mother to find her things stiff with spunk. The woman
might get the wrong idea.
Still, her parents never nagged at her if she stayed out late and never cautioned her
about pre-marital sex or anything like that. They were sort of liberal about such things.
Naked, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, gazing at the reflection of her
glistening body. Marylou was not vain. However, she knew that she was stacked and
sexy, and she appreciated the fact.
She moved closer. Cum streaked her belly and her tits and she knew there was more of
the lovely stuff between her legs. She dipped at the knees and parted her thighs so that
she could gaze between. There was plenty of juice there, all right, although it was hard
to tell the cum from the cuntjuice.
Marylou began to feel herself up in front of the mirror.
She cupped her tits together, lifting her fat tit mounds and pressing them into deeper
cleavage. Her tongue slid across her lower lip. She spread a hand on her lower belly and
let the tips of her fingers trail down into her flooded pussy.
Her clit sparked.
Oh, she was so horny! Damn those selfish boys!
Thinking of the boys, she moved closer to the mirror, regarding the streaks of spunk on
her uplifted tits. She wondered if she would go out with them again. Maybe she could
figure out a way to make sure that she got her rocks off, too. She would certainly be
willing to pull them both off again, in return. It had felt wonderful to have their cocks
come in her hand, to know the thrill she was giving them, and to feel their jism spurt
onto her hot flesh.
She wondered if she could work up the courage to go down on one, or both of them?
That wouldn't be as if she'd lost her cherry.
The idea was thrilling.
She remembered her girlfriend admitting to being a cock-sucker and claiming it was
yummy. Nor did Marylou doubt it. Cocks looked so tasty. The big, meaty cock knobs
looked juicy, and she just knew that jism would be delicious.
Had her girlfriend done it all the way, sucking until the guy shot in her mouth? She
hadn't said so, but she hadn't said that she'd stopped before he came, either. Marylou
was pretty sure, for her own part, that once she had a mouthful of stiff prick she would
not want to stop sucking until she had milked it and swallowed the stuff. That thought
gave her a naughty idea.
Grinning at her reflection, the sexed-up teenager ran her fingers over her slippery tits,
then brought them to her lips. Her tongue pushed out and she took a hesitant lick.
She let the stuff soak into her taste buds.
Ummmm... nice, she thought.
She tongued up some more.
If the stuff was so tasty by hand, and dried, just think how lovely it would be when a
girl drank it, all hot and foaming, straight out of a prick. With that thought in mind,
she bunched her fingers together into a prick shape and began to push them into her
mouth, sucking on them as if they were a fat cock. She slurped the jism from them.
Heated up by her warm mouth, it was tastier than when she'd licked it up.
She watched in the mirror, pushing her fingers in and pulling them out. Her lips
sucked and her tongue whipped over them. Marylou, fascinated by the idea, was really
getting eager to try some cock-sucking.
Maybe she would blow Bill or Carl.
Maybe she would blow both Bill and Carl!
But she knew she was too timid to suggest it. One of the boys would have to ask her,
beg her to go down on him, so she could pretend that she was reluctant. Then she
could show her enthusiasm by milking his prick to the bone.
Of course, she realized that a girl could get a bad reputation, once she started giving
just anybody head.
But she didn't think that nice boys like Bill and Carl were the sort to kiss and tell.
At that very moment they were telling everyone in the poolroom about Marylou's
willingness to jack guys off, but how could she know that?
She was getting steamed up to a high degree, ready to give herself a good hand-fucking,
but finding it hard to decide where to do it. Sometimes she liked to masturbate as she
stood before the mirror, or sat there, cross-legged, so she could get a good look at her
cunt when it creamed.
She enjoyed a handjob in the bathtub, as well as the shower. Often, when no one else
was at home, she would rub herself off on the spur of the moment, in the front room or
the kitchen.
Tonight she decided to do it on the bed.
The first time, anyhow.
She was so horny that she believed a single orgasm would not do the job. One coming
would merely whet her appetite for more of the same.
But finger-fucking was fun.
Marylou was looking forward to a nice, long, leisurely session before she went to sleep.
She lay back on the bed, her knees slightly raised and her thighs parted. Scents drifted
up from her crotch. She began working on her tits again, stroking her tit globes and
pulling at the tingling nipple tips. She needed no foreplay, her cunt was burning for
attention, but she enjoyed the pleasant feelings.
Her ass squirmed deliciously around in a pool of hot cuntjuice that was already
spreading out on the sheet. She tilted her head down, her chin resting on her
breastbone, so that she could look down at her writhing body.
Her tits surged up toward her face. They were lovely tits. It was no wonder that Bill and
Carl had enjoyed sucking on them. In fact, Marylou's mouth was watering at the
thought. Lifting her tit mounds higher and ducking her face down, she began to run
her tongue over her tits. She was very lucky to have tits big enough so that she could
get her mouth on them, she knew. She lapped merrily away, very much aware that her
fat tit globes were still smeared with jism and that the stuff was soaking into her
tongue. Then she slurped a nipple into her lips and sucked lovingly on her tense tit tip.
She switched over and mouthed her other nipple.
Sucking tit was fun. She wondered if she might enjoy sucking another girl's tit.
She wasn't a lesbian, certainly, but the thought of fooling around with another girl was
darkly exciting.
It made her wish that she were more agile than she was. She would have adored to go
down on herself and find out what a cunt-lapping felt like. She didn't expect she would
ever do that with another girl, though. Tit sucking was one thing, but cunt-sucking was
a whole lot more serious. Still, if it meant that she got her own cunt sucked off in
return, why not?
But now it was time to think about men, their pricks, and to start working on her
frenzied cunt.
Marylou stroked down her smooth, gently rounded belly and across her curly cuntmound. 
She traced her fingertips up the trembling flesh of her inner thighs. The girl
was teasing her pussy, caressing all around without touching it. Sometimes she even
liked to have an orgasm that way, making her cunt so hot that she creamed without
touching it. But tonight she was in the mood for a good and energetic handjob.
She arched her back, tilting her pussy up.
She ran her fingertips up her open cunt slot and trailed them across her throbbing clit.
"Oooooh," she sighed, at the sparking sensation that the first contact had set off in her
cunt.
She wished it were Bill or Carl, or anyone else, hand-fucking her, but her own touch
felt pretty damned good, anyhow.
She began rubbing her clit with one hand while she tilted her wrist of the other and
started to fuck steadily in and out of her creamy cunt hole. Her hips jerked and her
thighs jolted as she worked with both hands on her fiery, volcanic cunt.
Images of cocks danced through her head.
Blunt-tipped cocks like Carl's, tapered cocks like Bill's, cocks in all shapes and sizes, all
huge and hard. She thought about fucking them. She fantasized about sucking them.
She dreamed of having her hot pussy stuffed full of pricks. She visualized bloated balls
and swollen cock knobs and spurting jism.
Her cunt began to vibrate.
She fucked faster and harder, moaning out load and punctuating the moans with little
sobs of passion.
She neared the peak.
For a moment she thought that her orgasm was not going to come, that her cunt had
gotten too worked up by being repeatedly denied with the two boys in the car.
But then she creamed.
Wailing with the joy of it, Marylou bounced and finger-fucked herself. Cuntjuice
poured out of her in a river. Her clit exploded and her cunt hole filled up and gushed.
She kept rubbing and thrusting, her pelvis dancing wildly, as she worked her climax to
the final spasms and the last drops.
She lay panting for a moment, both hands still clamped to her throbbing cunt, a
dreamy expression on her face.
Her climax had been thorough, complete and satisfying. Yet even now her cunt was
beginning to heat up again, simmering and rippling, ready to be ignited once more by
her caressing hands and erotic imagination. Marylou had every intention of finger
fucking herself a second time, and maybe even a third.
But not in the same position.
The horny teenager liked to vary her handjobs. She had discovered that novelty added
to the thrill.
She looked around the room. Hot as she was, she got the idea that it might be pleasant
to finger-fuck herself off as she stood, legs spread, before the open window. The cool
breeze would feel lovely on her smoldering flesh and fiery pussy.
As Marylou got up, a great deluge of cunt juice cascaded down her thighs. She moved
to the wall and switched off the lights. Although she liked to see what she was doing to
herself, she was no exhibitionist and didn't want to put on a show for the neighbors.
With her room in darkness, she moved to the window and opened it wide. The cool
night air breezed over her, pleasantly caressing her hot body.
Marylou began to rub her cunt at the window.
She was not really looking out. Just as she was no exhibitionist, neither was she a
voyeur. But as she stood there, she just happened to notice a car pull up in the driveway
next door. She knew the woman who lived in that house.
Later, that casual glance which Marylou gave the car was going to give her an idea. Her
thought was absolutely innocent and had to do more with keeping her cherry than
losing it.
But it was going to turn out a lot more exciting than Marylou could have imagined.


Chapter 3

Winston and Rachel Harmon lived in the house next door to the Walkens, on a quiet
street in a fashionable and expensive suburb. They were a young couple and apparently
pleased at having risen rapidly in the world.
They had no children, which may have had something to do with their expensive
suburban lifestyle, but they did have a dog. The dog was a German shepherd and might
have been a status symbol. They talked of it as being a guard dog, as if to imply that
they kept a lot of wealth in the house which needed guarding. Guard dog or not, it was
a friendly sort of brute.
The two homes were similar in style and age, having been built in the same year. They
differed only in color. But the Harmons had added a swimming pool in the backyard.
This may have been because they were fond of swimming, but more likely it was a bit
of snobbery, since the Walkens did not have a pool.
Still, they had proved to be good neighbors and had offered a standing invitation for the
Walkens to use their pool, whether the Harmons were at home or not. Marylou often
did so, either swimming or sunbathing on the tiled Spanish terrace around their pool.
There was a redwood fence between the houses, but only chest high, not tall enough to
be unsociable. Neither family had erected the fence. It was there before they moved in,
and may have been put up by the builders who had constructed the houses.
There was another fence around the Harmon's swimming pool, a taller one, so as to
offer bathers privacy and seclusion. Marylou appreciated that because she liked to
sunbathe topless, hating the idea of having a golden body with pale tits.
Winston Harmon was a successful businessman whose working required frequent and
extended travel. He was often out of town for a week or more at a time.
Rachel was a housewife. Despite the siren callings of women's liberation, the Harmons
figured it was far more important for the woman of the family to stay at home. It
proved that the husband's income was sufficient to their needs, which suited Rachel
nicely.
Rachel was a tall, willowy redhead with sultry grace and flashing eyes the color of
scorched jade. She had high tits and a firm ass. There were few husbands in the
neighborhood who had not imagined how she would respond in bed. Many a happily
married man had jacked himself off while thinking about Rachel. Many another had
thought of her while, eyes closed, he fucked his lawfully wedded wife.
But none of them had ever slept with her.
She was faithful to Winston, in her fashion.
It was, to be sure, a very strange fashion.
But it was fidelity, in a way.
When the car pulled into the Harmon's driveway, Marylou noticed that it was not
Rachel's car. She wondered who it could be. Winston Harmon was out of town that
week and it seemed curious that a strange car should stop there, especially since no one
had gotten out.
As she wondered about this, curiosity dampened her desire and, although she continued
to pet her pussy, her movements slowed down. She was keeping her cunt simmering,
but not working with the steady rubbing that would cause her to come.
The headlights were off and the motor wasn't running. Someone was just sitting there
in the darkness.
Marylou wasn't spying or anything. She just happened to be looking out and her
curiosity was natural enough. Although Rachel was about ten years older than Marylou,
the two of them were good friends and had often talked about many things as they sat
around the swimming pool.
Cunt in hands, Marylou looked out and, after what seemed like about ten minutes, the
car door opened on the passenger side. Rachel got gracefully out.
Marylou could see she was smiling.
Rachel leaned back through the open door, obviously saying goodbye to the driver.
Then she walked toward the house. The car started up and backed out of the drive. It
moved off slowly down the tree-lined street, taillights winking. Rachel went into her
house.
The puzzle, thought Marylou, was solved.
Rachel must have been visiting friends that evening. They had driven her home and,
refusing her invitation to come in for a nightcap, had chatted for awhile in the car. It
was probably some girlfriend of hers, or maybe a married couple.
It wouldn't have been a man, Marylou felt certain.
Marylou knew that Rachel was true to her husband. Rachel had told her that, and the
girl had no reason to doubt it. That conversation had occurred one day when they were
by the pool. Marylou, thinking of her own constant frustration, had asked Rachel if she
did not get lonely when her husband was out of town so often.
Rachel had agreed that she did, but made a point of stating that she had learned to live
with it. She had never sought any extramarital male company, Rachel claimed.
Believing this, Marylou did not see how the woman could have been alone in that car
with a man.
The frustrated teenager got an idea that she should ask Rachel what she, in the wisdom
of her greater age and experience, did when Winston was not home and she felt the
need of an orgasm. It was not the sort of thing that a girl could ask a stranger, and
certainly not the sort of question to put to her mother. She had an idea, though, that
Rachel might be able to make some suggestions.
Rachel must get horny, after all.
She was a sexy woman and, being married, she must be used to getting fucked with
regularity. Could a woman, used to the real thing, satisfy herself with a handjob? Or
was there some secret that married women had, one that Rachel might share with
Marylou?
Rachel was not the sort of woman with whom one had to feel shy or hesitant. Marylou
knew she could question her without any embarrassment on either of their sides.
She decided to talk to Rachel the very next day.
The girl settled down to finish finger-fucking her cunt to a lather. She pushed her naked
belly out toward the window and the cool breeze blew over her. She worked with both
hands, rubbing, stroking and massaging her cuntlips, clit and soggy fuck hole. Moving
one hand around behind her ass, she slipped it into her cunt from the rear. Her pussy
heaved in the saddle of her hands and her cunt juices began to flow again. She was
whimpering and moaning, trying to keep as quiet as possible, so that her mother and
father would not hear any suspicious sounds coming from her bedroom.
She need not have worried.
John and Clara Walken were making more noise downstairs, at the moment, than
Marylou was making. Had the girl listened, she would have heard some suspicious
sounds.
But Marylou was concentrating on her cunt, paying full attention to the job at hand.
Her agile pelvis pumped in a fucking motion, belly heaving, ass grinding, hips swaying
from side to side. Her plump tits thrust up and out as she arched her back. She stroked
at her clit, pretending that her fingertips were a hot tongue. The girl pushed up into her
juicy pussy, making believe that three stiff fingers were a prick.
Then, strangely enough, along with all her visions of huge cocks, Marylou found that
she was thinking about Rachel Harmon, too. She was imagining what the sexy redhead
would look like in the grip of passion, finger-fucking herself in her husband's absence.
Was it the same way that Marylou was bucking away at her own pussy?
When the girl realized that she was having erotic thoughts about a woman, it amazed
her.
But those thoughts were... exciting.
It made her feel depraved and very, very naughty. She grinned and thought about
Rachel some more. She pictured the woman naked, her hands working on her foaming
cunt, her sultry face contorted by lust. She imagined Rachel moaning when she came.
Then Marylou was coming again.
Stiff pricks flashed through her mind again, a whole army of them, lined up and
waiting for her to squat on them. An assembly line of eager cocks slowly pumped in her
imagination, a picket fence of pricks awaiting her attention. She shuddered and
climaxed deliciously.
When she had finished pumping out her passion, the girl returned to bed, smiling
contentedly. As she lay there, drifting toward sleep, she remembered the erotic thoughts
she had enjoyed about the redhead who lived next door.
That was strange, she thought.
I'm not a lesbian. Why would I get excited thinking about another girl's body?
She considered the question.
It didn't make her feel horny now, thinking about Rachel. Her pussy was cooled by her
hands, and even the thought of a gigantic, stiff prick was less thrilling, so that her
earlier thoughts didn't really make sense. The girl couldn't figure it out.
But she was still determined to talk to Rachel the next day, to seek the older woman's
advice on matters of virginity and purity and keeping them.
Marylou was almost asleep.
She cupped her hand lovingly over her cunt. She liked to sleep with her hand there so
that when she woke up she could start finger-fucking her pussy without delay.
She drifted off.

* * *

Downstairs, there was some serious fucking going on.
When the car pulled into the driveway next door, its headlights had suddenly beamed
into the Walken livingroom as the auto turned, and John Walken had noticed them.
Clara hadn't.
The late-night film they were watching starred Robert Redford and Paul Newman.
Clara Walken was not about to notice anything else.
John got up, and he wandered over to the window that faced the Harmon house. He
rolled his shoulders and stretched so that Clara, if she noticed he had moved at all,
would think that he was merely stiff from sitting before the television all evening.
He peered out, across the low fence.
The car was parked in the driveway and the lights had gone off, but no one got out.
John, just as his daughter had, wondered about this. He knew that Rachel Harmon had
never been seduced during her husband's frequent absences, at least not by any of the
men he knew.
John Walken was no exception to the other men in that suburb. He lusted for sexy
Rachel Harmon and he fantasized about her a great deal. He had never dared to
attempt anything with her, mainly because he figured such an attempt would be
doomed to failure and that Rachel would be angry or, worst of all, would laugh at him.
She was one of those women who was so sexy and desirable that they became
forbidding.
But he had beat his cockmeat a few times, thinking about her. Quite often, while he
was fucking Clara, he would close his eyes and imagine that it was Rachel who was
pumping away under his driving prick.
Clara had caught him jerking off in the shower once, but it hadn't troubled her at all.
She masturbated frequently, thinking about film stars, so she understood such things.
And she had caught him just in time, too. He finished jerking off into her mouth and
the warm jism didn't go to waste.
Now he looked out at the dark, silent car and wondered who could be sitting there, and
why.
As Marylou had done, he came to the conclusion that Rachel must have been driven
home by some friend or relative, and was having an innocent chat in the car.
He couldn't bear the thought that she might have a boyfriend.
John waited at the window for what seemed like quite a long time, then he saw Rachel
get out of the car, smiling. She leaned back to say something. Her firm tits thrust out as
she bent down. Then she walked off, her sensuous ass swaying deliciously. Everything
about her appearance and movements was exciting, provocative, wildly sexual. As he
watched her move, John got a hard-on.
Rachel went in.
The car pulled away.
John looked down at the front of his pants and found that they were sticking out at the
fly.
His cock felt as hard as a tire iron and he knew it was not the sort of erection that was
going to ebb on its own, before his balls had been emptied.
He glanced over his shoulder, guiltily, wondering if his wife were looking at him. He
was embarrassed to turn around and reveal a hard-on inspired by another woman.
But Clara had not even realized that her husband was no longer seated beside her. She
was dreamily wondering which of the two film stars was the most attractive.
More exactly, Clara was wondering which of them had the largest prick.
She wished that she lived in Hollywood. She wished that she were made of film so that
she could crawl into the movie and meet them. She knew it would be wonderful, even if
they were all just motion picture characters... hell, even if they were only in black and
white.
She wondered if, given the choice, she would be able to choose between the two
adorable film stars. Which would she prefer? If she were granted a magic wish, would
she take Robert or Paul? What a terrible decision to have to make! What a wonderful
decision, too! If some genie were to pop out of a bottle and grant her her choice... but
wait! Magic wishes were usually granted in threes.
The thought thrilled Clara.
Her cunt began to really simmer.
Three wishes! She could have Newman and Redford and... Burt Lancaster, too!
All at the same time!
She pictured herself, in gloriously nude technicolor, as the centerpiece of a clusterfuck
with those three stars. She pictured their pricks. They were no normal pricks, these, but
wide-screen pricks, larger than life, the stuff of spectaculars and epics. Pricks that only
Cecil B. De Mille could direct in sweeping cinemascope!
A cock in her cunt, a cock in her mouth and, to tie up the loose ends, a cock up her
asshole, all at once!
The television played before her eyes and her visions played behind her eyes. It was
small wonder that Clara failed to notice that her real-life husband had a hard-on.
Seeing that his wife's attention was glued to the television screen, John grinned. He
didn't mind if she noticed his erection, as long as she hadn't realized that he had been
looking at Rachel when his huge cock sprang to life.
He turned and opened his fly.
His cock sprang out, snapping from his fly in a lever of meat. It was a big cock. Clara
could fantasize all she liked about the cocks of Hollywood, but at home she had a good
nine inches of ready prick at her service. His big cockhead was mushroom shaped
flushed deep purple, flaring out from his broad prick stalk.
John's cockmeat was thick and rigid and throbbing. He reached in and hauled his balls
out, too. They were bloated and bulging. He stood there, waiting for Clara to notice his
condition, proudly exhibiting his cock and balls.
She paid no attention.
John frowned slightly, then shrugged.
He needed something hot and wet into which to empty his prick. He didn't need
applause or attention.
Cockfirst, he crossed the room.
His big prick plowed through the air before him. His prick knob was dripping.
He came up beside Clara's chair.
Standing there, his hips thrust out, he first offered his prick to her mouth. She didn't
notice it. He pushed the hot, moist cocktip into her cheek. She still paid no attention.
Well, that was up to her.
Clara usually jumped at the offer of a prick to suck, and John had been thoughtful to
offer the tasty mouthful. But if she wasn't in the mood to gobble his cock, her cunt
would do.
He knelt down in front of her as she sat in the chair, her legs extended on the floor and
her thighs parted. She was only wearing a housecoat and his approach was not hindered
by garments. He opened the housecoat, revealing her big tits and the bushy triangle of
her pubic hair.
John noticed that her cunt was wide open and soaking wet. He wondered why. If she
was horny, why had she paid no attention to his cock? It was a puzzle, but there was no
doubt about the readiness of her juicy pussy. Her cuntlips were unfolded and her fuck
slot seemed like warm, tropical pool surrounded by the verdant pubic forest.
He fitted his cockhead into her pussy.
As he raised up, preparing to thrust his big prick into her, Clara finally noticed him.
She reached out and pushed his head to one side, so that he was not blocking the
television.
John didn't give a damn, at the time. He had a wick to dip and it didn't matter where
his head was. He braced himself on his knees and, gripping Clara by the hips, slowly
fed the whole nine inches of his fat cock up her smoldering fuck slot.
Clara could not help but notice that.
She purred with pleasure.
But her eyes remained fixed on the screen.
John held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of having every inch of his prick
buried in a hot cunt. He let Clara thrill to the feeling of having her pussy stuffed to the
brim with his hard, hot cock meat.
Then he began to fuck her vigorously.
His ass corkscrewed and his pelvis humped. He drew out until only his cockmeat was
in her, then slammed the full load in again. His balls swung in and slapped against her
ass and his prick stalk ran full-length across her throbbing clit.
Her pussy gripped him, the muscles clamping tight, so that he had to drag his prick
out. Although Clara scarcely seemed aware of his presence, she began to move against
him. She pushed her cunt down to meet his lunges and rolled her lush hips from side
to side as he withdrew.
His hands cupped her ass, lifting her pussy higher.
He poured his prick in with long, rippling strokes. His balls swung as if they were a
bell, ringing the chimes of passion as they smacked against her grinding ass. He
lowered his sweating face to her tits and slurped a fat nipple into her lips. He sucked on
it and moaned. She was whimpering and panting.
John's eyes were closed.
Clara's eyes were wide open.
Behind his closed eyelids, John was summoning up a vision of Rachel Harmon.
He was pretending that it was the luscious redhead into whom he was plunging his
prick. And Clara was pretending... the things that Clara pretended.
Both inspired in their own fashion, their fucking did not last very long. John began to
groan and his cock swelled larger and larger. Clara was gasping as her pussy melted
around his hard prick rod.
He poured his spunk into her.
Her pussy creamed and her hot cunt juice blended with his cum.
Then, satisfied, their fantasies dissolved.
They clung together affectionately, and both felt a little guilty because they had been
thinking of other things as they fucked each other to that creamy conclusion.


Chapter 4

The late-night films had ended and Clara's fantasies had ceased. Marylou was sound
asleep, one hand handy between her shapely thighs, already in position for her early
morning masturbation. And the strange car that had caused John Walken to become
aroused had driven away long before. But what of that mysterious car? Why had it
remained parked, the headlights off, in Rachel Harmon's driveway?
Both Marylou and her father had been right, as far as it went.
Earlier that day, Rachel had received a phone call inviting her to a party. The host and
hostess were a married couple, friendly with both Rachel and Winston. Knowing that
he was out of town, they thought that Rachel might be lonely.
Rachel had accepted the invitation.
Figuring that she might have a bit too much to drink, which she eventually did, Rachel
left her own car in the garage and arrived at the party by taxi. The party was friendly
and sociable. No one had misbehaved and the only intercourse that Rachel had was of
the social kind.
So, up to that point, Marylou and John were correct. It had all been quite proper and
respectable and aboveboard and Rachel, as always, had behaved correctly. Although she
looked sexy and sultry, there had never been a hint of scandal about the redhead.
When the party broke up, she was offered a lift home by an interesting gentleman she
had just met that evening. He was going right past her house and it seemed silly to call
a taxi and so she agreed to let him drive her home. No one else thought anything of it.
Everyone knew that Rachel never cheated on Winston.
And it was true, again, as far as it went.
Rachel had never let another man fuck her since she married Winston. Adultery, she
thought, was wicked.
But she firmly believed that adultery only took place when a woman let another man
fuck her in the traditional way. It was simply a case of definition.
The man's name was Justin.
He was tall, sandy haired and good-looking.
He had gotten a good look at Rachel, and he was hoping to get more than a look.
Having just made her acquaintance, he did not realize that she never fucked around.
When he pulled up in the driveway, he switched the headlights and ignition off
immediately.
Rachel gave him a look.
"Gonna ask me in for a nightcap?" he asked.
"Oh, I can't, Justin," she explained. "My husband is out of town and it wouldn't look
right."
Justin sighed.
"I know your husband is out of town," he admitted. "That's why I was hoping..."
"No," she said, firmly.
Justin could tell that she was quite serious, and would not be persuaded. He was ready
to give up. You win some, you lose some, he told himself.
But then, just for the hell of it, he said: "Well, do I at least get a goodnight kiss?" He
didn't expect her to say yes.
But Rachel did not live on his route home, or anywhere near it, and having driven
miles out of his way, he figured he had might as well try for at least a kiss.
And she surprised him.
"Oh, yes," she said, with her green eyes glinting with something. Was it amusement or
something else? "Yes, a kiss isn't adultery," she added. "And I do like you, Justin."
He put his arm around her and drew her close, expecting a light peck at the most.
Again she surprised him.
She ground her lips against his. Her mouth opened. Her tongue slid across his lips and
then slipped into his mouth. He held her close, and she seemed to be rubbing her tits
against him as they embraced. They kissed for a long, wet time.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, when, at length, they parted.
He had started to get a hard-on.
Rachel dragged his head down and kissed him again.
It lasted as long and was every bit as passionate. By the time their mouths parted again,
Justin had a booming hard-on.
Rachel was grinning at him.
"Kissing is nice," she said. "And harmless."
"I'm not sure how harmless it is," he said. He felt excited and embarrassed at the same
time. He glanced meaningfully down at his groin.
Her green eyes followed his gaze.
"Oh, now I've gone and got you all worked up, you poor man," she said, with mock
regret.
"You sure have, baby," he grunted.
He was wondering if he could manage to drive all the way home with his prick
thundering the way it was, or if he would have to pull over beside the road and jack
himself off.
Then she amazed him by placing her hand on his cock.
"Christ," he rasped, between clenched teeth. What was she, some kind of cockteaser?
She rubbed his cock and balls through his pants.
"What a lovely prick you have," she said.
She cocked her head, gazing at him impishly.
"It's a shame that I'm married," she told him. "I'd love to let you fuck me with that big
cock."
"Christ, don't tease me, honey," he said, his voice quavering and his prick pounding
wildly under her hand.
Rachel looked innocently surprised.
"Tease you? Why no," she said.
"Well, you sure are!"
"Not at all. I was thinking that it wouldn't be fair to send you away with a hard-on,
Justin." Her jade-green eyes glinted. "I was thinking that I ought to milk it for you," she
added.
Justin felt faint, both with amazement, and also because so much blood had rushed into
his prick that he was light-headed.
"But... but..." he stammered, not understanding.
"Would you like me to do that?" she asked.
"But I thought you didn't cheat on your husband?"
"Oh, I don't," she said. "I'm not going to let you fuck me, Justin. But, like I said,
kissing is fun!"
Her smile was provocative.
It took the tormented fellow a few moments before he could grasp the suggestion in her
words.
"You mean..." he croaked.
"I mean I'll blow you, if you like," she said.
Justin gasped.
Rachel was gazing into his face, as if she were waiting for him to grant her permission.
But she was already opening his fly.
Justin was desperate to get his prick into her sensual mouth and yet he simply had to
ask her the question.
"Isn't blowing adultery?" he asked.
"Of course not, silly," she giggled.
She dipped her hand into his open fly and drew his big prick out. His cock was hard as
a stone and fiery hot. She folded her fist around his prickstalk and began to massage the
sensitive underside of his cockhead with her thumb, causing it to flare and throb.
"Adultery is fucking," she said. Rachel wanted to make sure that he understood that she
was not an adulteress before she went any farther. "My cunt belongs to my husband.
But my mouth... well, there's no harm in kissing a man, is there? And I don't suppose it
really matters what part of the man I kiss."
"I never knew that!" he gasped. Then, quickly, he added, "Yes! Yes! You're quite right!"
Rachel nodded, again claiming her fidelity to her husband.
Then she bent over and went down on Justin's surging prick.
She used only her tongue at first, lapping and licking all around the swollen head of his
cock. She was purring. Justin was whimpering. Her tongue was nimble, hot and moist.
It was driving him wild.
Ducking lower, she licked his hairy balls for a moment. Then she came back up his
prickshaft, slurping from root to crown with long, fluid strokes. He stared down,
watching her pink tongue caress his hot cockmeat. Justin was awed by her talent and
skill, and thrilled by the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it every bit as much as he
was. Pleasure showed in her eyes and in the curl of her lips.
He felt he should do something for her.
He reached down to caress her between the legs.
But she pushed his hand away.
"No, Justin," she purred, her lips against his cockhead as she spoke the words. "That
belongs to Winston."
She sure had a strange sense of fidelity, he thought.
But he was not going to argue with it.
He put his hand behind her head, instead.
She continued to tongue his cock knob and prick stalk.
Pre-cum was weeping from the tip of his prick now. Rachel lapped it up.
"Ummm," she sighed.
He pushed gently on her head.
"Suck it," he urged. "Take it in your mouth."
Rachel pursed her lips. She kissed the slippery head of his cock and then let her lips
slowly part, feeding his swollen slab of cockhead into her hungry mouth.
Her cheeks drew in as she sucked.
"Ahhh," she purred.
Justin, a man about town, had been blown many times. But never like this! Rachel was
an oral artist. His prick plugged into her mouth tightly, and she was sucking on it
frantically. He began to thrash about, his heels drumming against the floor and his ass
heaving up as he fucked into her face.
She had only been sucking on the knob of his prick.
Now she began to bob her head up and down, as if she were ducking for apples in a
barrel... hairy, bloated apples full of spunk. Her lips collared his cockshaft and slid
down, then dragged up with delicious slowness. Her tongue was still lapping his cock,
inside her mouth now, darting and curling all over his prick meat.
Going down, she took his cockhead right back into her throat. Her nose brushed his
pubic hair, her chin touched his balls. She gagged on the throat-clogging load, but
never faltered.
"Ungnnn," she gasped, with every inch of his prick meat buried to the balls in her
mouth. Then, pulling up, "Ummmmmm!"
She was salivating heavily, relishing the tasty mouthful of prickmeat and starving for
the creamy main course. As her lips dragged up, spit ran down his cock. Then her lips
pushed down again, gathering the fluid back into her mouth.
Justin was adding some thick fluid of his own to her spit, now. His cockhead was
oozing steadily. His spunk was coating her tongue, seeping into her cheeks, and
trickling down her throat. The first taste made the cock-hungry woman more voracious
than ever. A little spunk was a wondrous appetizer and it increased her desire for the
whole creamy load soon to come.
Justin wondered if Rachel drank the stuff or if she spat it out. With wonderful cock
sucking like she was giving him, he was not about to argue. But he rather hoped she
swallowed it.
Rachel seemed to read his mind.
She drew her lips up to the very tip of his prick and then, speaking onto his cockhead
as if it were a meaty microphone, she said, "Come for me, Justin. I want you to shoot in
my mouth. I'm hungry for your jism, I want to drink your hot, thick cock juice!"
Justin moaned. Her words were almost as exciting as her hot tongue, sweet lips and
suction-cup mouth.
She began going up and down again, sucking over every precious inch, her tongue
curled against the underside of his prick. Her lips pulled up and collared him just
behind his cock knob, sucked, then slid all the way down to the root of his prickrod
again. She had fallen into the steady rhythm that she knew would bring him to the
crest soon.
He stared down, watching his fat prick vanish into her face, appear, slathered with
saliva and spunk, then vanish again.
She was whimpering on his prickmeat, whimpering for his cum.
Then he howled like a beast in torment... and gave it to her.
His balls blew and his first spurt white-washed her tonsils.
She gasped and gulped the juicy nectar down quickly, to make room in her mouth for
more. And he gave her more.
Spurt after spurt shot out.
He hosed her throat and filled her cheeks. His thick, slimy cockjuice skimmed over her
arched tongue and filled her mouth. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but his
jism was too abundant. The stuff overflowed her lips and ran down her chin. Still she
kept sucking and still he kept shooting.
She milked him to the bone.
Even after he had stopped cumming, Rachel continued to suck on his cock, to make
sure that she had milked out every creamy drop. She did not draw her lips away until
his prick began to soften.
Rachel looked up at him, smiling contentedly.
He could see cum on her lips and tongue. Justin saw her lick it up from her chin. Then,
as an afterthought, she went down again and gathered up the trickling drops of jism
that had escaped her mouth and trickled down his prick stalk onto his balls. His cock
was sagging now and his balls had completely collapsed, but she didn't seem to care
about that. She was after the last precious drops of his thick spunk, lapping hungrily at
the delicious stuff.
Again she looked up, eyes glowing with pleasure.
"Okay?" she asked.
"That was the best cock-sucking I ever had!" he said enthusiastically.
"Why, thank you. What a nice compliment to pay a girl!"
She had taken a lace hanky out and was delicately mopping up the residue from her
lips.
Justin stared at her dumbly, totally amazed by this remarkable woman who, so
amazingly, did not commit adultery.
Then it occurred to him that he was in her debt.
"Errr... would you like me to do anything now?" he asked.
She eyed his spent prick wistfully.
"Not unless you can feed me another load," she said doubtfully, for his cock was really
shrinking, absolutely drained.
"No, I meant I'd be glad to suck you off," he volunteered gallantly. "I owe you an
orgasm, Rachel."
He expected her to jump at the offer. Justin had never yet met a girl who didn't want to
get her pussy eaten out, especially after sucking a cock.
But the redhead frowned.
"Gee, Justin," she said. "Don't you understand? My pussy belongs to my husband. If I
were to let you tongue-fuck me, that would be committing adultery."
She amazed him.
She got out of the car gracefully, then leaned back to look through the window.
Justin was slumped at the wheel. His cock, what little remained of it, was still hanging
out.
"If you want to telephone me, please do," she told him, smiling. "Anytime Winston
isn't home, if you feel like a blow job, why, I'd be only too happy to take care of it for
you." She licked her lips suggestively. "Your cum really is delicious," she added.
Then she walked away, her ass swaying.
Justin sat there for a moment, rubbing his neck. Then he tucked his cock back in his
pants, zippered his fly, and he started the car. He was puzzled.
He knew that plenty of women loved to suck cocks and drink cum, but he had never
met one who didn't expect something in return. He was most grateful to the redhead
for blowing him.
Justin wondered what she did for her own orgasms.
Well, it was none of his business, he guessed.
Still... a guy got curious.
He wondered if Rachel had a big, fat dildo, or vibrator or something. Did she get horny
blowing guys and then go home to a rubber prick?
Justin was on the right track.
But not quite.
The truth would have amazed him even more than all those other amazing things.


Chapter 5

She always walked in a sexy way, but tonight Rachel was really tossing her ass about as
she strolled into the house. It was that sight which had given John Walken a hard-on
and would have given Justin a hard-on too, if Rachel had not already reduced his cock
and balls to a state of temporary impotency. She knew that Justin's prick was spent at
the moment and she had no idea that John Walken was watching her. Her walk had
nothing to do with exciting either of them. She was horny as hell and exciting herself
by displaying her mood.
Rachel always got horny when she sucked a prick.
She liked to get horny, and she liked to suck pricks. Her husband was gifted with a big
cock and stamina, so when he was home there was no problem.
If Rachel felt like sucking a cock, or if Winston was in the mood for a blowjob or, more
often, both of them felt like it, Rachel could gobble him up happily. His prick always
stayed hard for at least a second shot. While she drank his cum, she could look forward
to a cuntful to follow the mouthful.
When he was out of town, things were different.
Rachel was, in her peculiar fashion, faithful to Winston. According to her own
specialized definition, she had never committed adultery. But she had given head to a
lot of lucky fellows.
She was careful about her cock-sucking.
Rachel was aware that other people might not realize that she was faithful to her
husband, if they knew that she sucked other men off, and so she normally only blew
strangers. Justin had been a stranger to her, and not the sort to blab about what had
happened... she hoped.
Several times, she had let strangers fuck her up the asshole, too. But that was
dangerous. The rascals always tried to slip an odd stroke into her cunt, since it was
right there under her asshole, and so she had given up ass-fucking as a safety measure.
The only one who knew about her extra-marital cock-sucking was, in fact, her husband.
Rachel was an honest sort of woman. The first time she had given head to another man
– which was also the first time that Winston had been out of town overnight, she had
felt guilty and filled with regret. As soon as he got home, she had confessed. Winston
had been a bit surprised, but not particularly distressed.
Actually, he had spent the night with a fifty-dollar hooker but, not being as honest as
his wife, he didn't mention that.
They talked about it.
They fucked.
They discussed it some more.
In the end, it was agreed that Rachel had his permission to suck as many pricks as she
wanted, drink as much cum as she could hold, as long as her pussy remained true to
him.
Winston was a liberal, free-thinking, enlightened sort of husband. He was just the right
sort for a girl like Rachel.
He knew about the dog, too.
One time he had come home from a week-long business trip feeling horny, and
wondering what Rachel had been up to during his absence. He had not visited a hooker
this time and, lonely away from his wife, he had sent her flowers.
She had cock-sucked the boy who delivered the flowers.
She told Winston about it, of course.
"It was a close thing, though," she said later, after Winston had fucked her to a frazzle
while she talked about how she'd sucked the delivery boy's big nice young cock and
swallowed the hot sap from his prick stalk. "He was such a nice young boy and he had
never had a fuck. And... well, darling, I must confess that I was tempted. Not at first, of
course. But I got so damned hot while I was blowing him, I almost let him fuck me. I
didn't, but it was an awfully close thing. I had to finger-fuck myself four times later,
before my cunt would cool off."
This had alarmed Winston.
Having gotten used to the idea that his wife's mouth was common property, he had
become jealous of her cunt.
Later that day he went out and bought her a huge dildo.
Rachel liked the big rubber prick. It was a realistic device, shaped and textured just like
the real thing. But when she tried it out, while Winston looked on with approval, she
was disappointed.
"It doesn't cum," she complained. "It's a nice cock and all, but you know how much I
adore cum, darling."
So the rubber prick was not the answer.
Trying her best to remain faithful, Rachel had gone to a lesbian bar and gotten picked
up by a brawny dyke with tattoos on her arms. She had let the dyke suck her off, and
she enjoyed it. Then, out of curiosity, she gave the lesbian a thorough cunt-lapping, too.
But cuntjuice, nice as it was, wasn't jism.
She still longed for cum when Winston was away.
In her open and honest fashion, she told him of her yearning and both of them worried
over it. It seemed only a matter of time before Rachel gave in to her baser impulses and
committed adultery. But what alternative was there? Cum-less rubber cocks would not
do. Lesbian tongues did the job very nicely, but in a different manner. It seemed as if
only a real fucking would satisfy her.
It was Winston who got the clever idea.
"A dog!" he cried, snapping his fingers.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'll buy you a dog!"
"I don't see... Why, Winston! You don't mean..."
"Why not?" he said happily. "You can fuck a dog without committing adultery. Only
human pricks count for that."
"I'm not sure that I want to fuck a dog," she said doubtfully, but considering it.
"It won't hurt to try..."
"I guess not," she agreed.
Winston fucked her because the idea had excited him more than her. Then he went
straight out and bought the big German shepherd.
They told everyone it was a guard dog.
They couldn't very well say anything else.
Winston encouraged Rachel to give it a try. She didn't actually need a whole lot of
encouragement. Once she had thought about it and gotten used to the idea she was
rather interested, as well as curious, as to what it would be like. It was a handsome dog,
too, in the prime of life and sporting a gigantic prick.
With her husband looking on proudly, Rachel had fucked the shepherd for the first
time. From the very first bestial stroke, she realized that Winston had had a marvelous
idea!
She was never tempted to commit adultery again.
She still sucked men off, of course, and dabbled with the odd dyke, but her cunt
remained free of strange human cocks. After she got horny from sucking prick or
pussy, she always rushed home to let Rover take care of her needs.
It was a handy arrangement.
It was a happy marriage.
And at the moment, having milked Justin's magnificent prick and swallowed his thick
load, Rachel was very horny, indeed.


Chapter 6

They had named the German shepherd Rover, not so much through lack of
imagination, but because of their impatience. Eager to have the brute fuck Rachel, they
didn't want to waste time thinking up a more original name. He was a clever dog and
learned to respond to the name Rover almost as quickly as he learned his pleasant new
duties with his mistress, and so the name had been retained.
In a way, it made bestiality seem more depraved and, the sort of name that any family
pet might have, made it seem more perverted simply because it was less exotic. Rover,
for his part, would not have cared if they had called him Fido or Old Blue... or even
Cuddles. The dog had found himself a very good home.
He had been two years old when Winston bought him and, although he had never had
sex with a human being, he was no virgin. Rover had fucked a Labrador, two
greyhounds and, at one time, carried on a passionate affair with a French poodle. So he
knew how to fuck, all right. It had only taken him a few moments to adjust to the idea
that his human mistress' cunt was available, and that the act itself was performed in the
same way as it was among those of his own species.
Rover was always very pleased when his master left the house carrying a suitcase.
He liked Winston and didn't mind fetching the man his slippers and chasing after
sticks and all that nonsense.
But to Rachel, he was devoted.
Rover was stretched out by the fireplace, his big head on his forepaws, when the woman
came into the room. He had been drowsily dreaming about rabbits and, therefore,
wasn't feeling horny. But when he raised his head and looked at her, his prick began to
tense.
The redhead had cum on her lips.
Rover knew what that meant.
Rachel began to remove her clothing, her face a dreamy mask of desire as she recalled
Justin's prick and anticipated Rover's. Rover got to his feet but, being a polite sort of
dog, he did not advance. He waited for her to summon him. His cock began to harden
and swell under his furry belly and his balls started to fill up with juice. Rachael was
watching him as she undressed.
She saw his cock lengthen.
His shiny, red cock knob came squeezing out from its hairy sheath and Rachael gave a
little shudder of expectation when she saw it. She had grown very fond of that dog
prick. It was as big as her husband's and the head was a tapered wedge of rubbery
dogmeat that thundered so wonderfully up her hot cunt when the brute humped her.
Eyeing him, Rachel thought that sometime she would have to see what it was like to
suck a dog's cock. It certainly looked tasty and she knew that he shot a whole lot of
jism when he came. She had felt the hot stuff splash into her cunt often enough.
She had a pretty good idea that she would enjoy blowing a dog, and she knew damned
well that the dog would enjoy it. She simply hadn't gotten around to it, mainly because
whenever she was ready to have sex with Rover, she had just finished sucking some
man off. Her cunt was always hotter than her mouth.
That was the case tonight.
Someday she'd blow Rover. Tonight she would fuck him.
The redhead was naked now, and the dog's cock was rock-hard and pulsing
spasmodically. He still awaited her command. She hesitated, wondering which way she
felt like getting that big prick; doggy style or human style.
She decided to take it face to face this evening. It usually lasted longer that way,
probably because the dog was less familiar with the technique. The horny redhead was
in the mood for a long fucking. She was even hotter than usual this evening. Justin's
cock, and his cum, had really been an exciting mouthful.
She sat in a soft chair. Her ass was perched on the very edge of the cushion, and her
legs extended, parted, to the floor.
Rover rumbled in his throat, gazing at her hairy cunt.
"Here, boy," she called.
He cocked his head. His tongue lolled out over his gleaming white fangs. He trotted
across the room with his prick bouncing under him. Rachel arched her slender back,
tilting her pussy up. Her cunthair was as red as that on her head, a burning bush, and
her pussy was open and slippery with cuntjuices. She reached down and spread her
cuntlips open with her fingertips.
Rover knew what that meant.
He pushed his snout in between her thighs and began to run his long, moist tongue up
her pussy. Rachel trembled. She squirmed. Rover lapped merrily away and cuntjuice
dripped from her. Rachel, like most girls, adored to have her pussy tongued, and she
had discovered that a dog cunt-lapped better than any man, as good as any lesbian.
He tongued with skill and talent. He slurped her from asshole to clit with long, fluid
strokes. Sometimes she came when Rover was doing that. Tonight she waited to save
her orgasm until her cunt was full of hard, driving prick. She stroked his head and
rubbed his ears while he dutifully lapped away at her steaming cunt. Her legs parted
wider and her belly heaved.
"Time to fuck me, Rover," she whispered.
Rover understood about twenty words.
Fuck was his favorite.
He gave her cunt a last, loving slurp, causing her to gyrate. Cuntjuice poured down her
crotch, seeped into the tight crack of her ass and ran down the front of the chair.
Rover tensed his haunches and bounced up. He had taken to this strange... to a dog...
style of fucking face to face, and liked it. It was interesting. When fucking a bitch, he
only got to see her damned ears. He loved to look soulfully into his mistress' green eyes
as he poured his prick to her.
His forepaws were on the chair now, one on either side of her hips, while his hindlegs
were braced on the floor. His long, fat cock loomed out over her belly. The dog hadn't
yet figured out how to enter her in this position. He had to wait for her to put his prick
into her before he could begin fucking.
Rachael was gazing at that big canine cockhead as it throbbed above her belly, the tip
extending almost to her tits.
She simply had to give it a lick.
Bending down, she pushed her tongue out and lapped at the red, rubbery cock knob
hesitantly, then began licking it eagerly.
It was delicious.
A few foamy drops of pre-cum jism bubbled from the cocktip as her tongue snaked
around on the bloated slab. Rachel gave a little gasp and gathered the slime on her
tongue. Oh, yes! She most certainly was going to suck Rover off, and soon.
But not now. First, she had to get her cunt stuffed. She was so hot with need that she
thought her pussy might suddenly burst into flames.
She gave the dog's prick a last, loving lick, then leaned back and arching her willowy
body.
"I'll suck you off soon," she murmured.
Rover had been puzzled, agreeably so, when Rachel started to lick his cockhead. She
had never done that before. No dog bitch had ever licked him, either. Even the French
poodle didn't give head. But it was a wonderful sensation. He realized immediately that
it would be possible to fuck the woman in the mouth, as well as in the cunt. Humans
had such handy things that dogs lacked like hands and lips. Rover was a very happy
doggy, quickly learning a new word.
Suck was the word.
He humped, pushing his prick towards her face, hoping to experience the new thrill of
mouth-fucking right then. But Rachel, although her mouth was watering for some more
dogmeat, turned her head away. She knew that if she ever took that bloated wedge of
cockhead into her mouth and started to suck on it, she would not have the willpower to
stop until she had milked his jism out.
She wrapped her fist around the root of his hard prickstalk and guided his cock down
to more familiar territory.
Rover whimpered, waiting to be placed.
Rachel began to run the head of his cock up and down in her fuckslit and over her clit,
stirring her creamy pussy to a froth. Then she slipped the cock into her cunt, still
holding him by the prickshaft so that he could not plunge in immediately, enjoying the
last moments of her expectation.
Her cuntlips sucked on his cockhead greedily.
Rover was quivering all through his muscular, shaggy body. His hindquarters were
braced and ready to hump. His prick stood out between them.
The horny, redheaded dog lover was trembling as much as the dog, vibrant with her
own animal lust. She gave the brute's prickstalk a loving squeeze, then took her hand
away.
For a moment, Rover was not aware that he was now free to start humping. His
swollen cockhead was slipping around in her sodden cunt. Rachel pushed her pelvis
down, sliding her pussy onto his prick. Her cuntlips collared the prick. When he felt his
whole cockhead slip up her, the dog gave a joyous yelp and began to fuck rapidly.
His powerful hindquarters corkscrewed and his stout haunches battered his cock into
her pussy. There was nothing subtle or polite about getting fucked by a German
shepherd. The brute had his forelegs locked around Rachel's waist now. He was
pouring the prick in so energetically that his back was an S shape as he twisted on the
powerful inward plunge. Rachel rolled her eyes, dazed with pleasure. She loved to feel
that huge, hairy, iron-hard cock plowing up her smoldering cunt, to feel the swollen
cockhead glowing in the depths of her pussymeat. Heaving against the hot prick, with
her pussy sucking and dragging on that sweet dogmeat made her clit tingle wildly.
The dog moved a lot faster than any man she had ever fucked. His haunches were a
mere blur and his cock sped into her slippery tunnel. Physically, it was a true treat,
getting fucked by a dog. And on another level, it was every bit as enjoyable. In her
mind, the very knowledge of her perversion drove her to mad heights of passion. It was
naughty to fuck a dog, and that made it all the more thrilling.
Rover didn't know it was naughty.
But he was sure enjoying it, anyhow.
Rachel groveled beneath the shaggy beast, peering through narrowed eyes at him. She
was enjoying the total enthusiasm that the dog was throwing into his fucking. He was
panting heavily and drooling onto her thrusting tits. His flanks heaved as if he were
being inflated. He yelped from time to time, and growled softly.
Rachel threw her sleek legs around him, hooking her heels behind his driving ass and
clamping his hot haunches between her smooth thighs. She was fucking with the dog,
meeting his frantic strokes, slamming her cunt around in a wild dance. Her movements
became spasmodic and jerky as lust overwhelmed her.
Rachel gurgled with bliss.
Rover fed the prick to her time and again, humping so hard and fast that the frenzied
woman did not know if he was coming or going. Each stroke followed so quickly upon
the one before that she couldn't tell if his cock was buried or withdrawn at any given
instant. Her thighs squeezed his flanks and her fists clenched in his shaggy shoulder
pelt as she rode him in a wild, inverted ride.
She was half mad with her consuming lust, grunting like a beast as he filled her cunt
full of hot prickmeat and whimpering as he withdrew. Her ass was grinding on the very
edge of the chair, and her hips whipped, and her belly surged up and down. Her cunt
was open, ready to be filled with his fluids and her thighs were hooked, tightening as
she pulled the brute in.
Her clit was ready to burst as his lightning prickrod rubbed the full-length over it with
every stroke.
Her cunt was starting to melt.
She wanted the dog to come with her, to shoot into her cunt as she creamed, sharing
the joy with the brute. She reached down and took his swollen balls in her hand,
massaging them, squeezing gently, as if to pump his spunk out by the pressure.
He whacked in so hard that his back was almost breaking, his spine arching up as his
loins dipped and drove into the redhead's creamy cunt. He was howling now, nearing
the heights.
"Come... come," she moaned.
Waves of ecstasy coursed through her belly and darted up her thighs and swirled in her
cunt.
Her clit sparked.
She was coming in her clit and cunt both now, two separate thrills that set her pussy
aflame.
Then Rover shoveled his cock in so hard it jarred her hipbones and she gave a cry of
delight as she felt the cockknob spread and the prick expand. She still had a handful of
hairy balls and she felt them contract. Then she was wailing as she felt his hot sap
hosing her cunt with spurt after spurt of canine cum. The dog kept pouring the hot
stuff up her and she kept coming with him, her cuntjuice flooding out to blend with his
jism, filling her pussy with the mixture.
They jerked and jolted together for a long time.
At last his cock and balls were emptied and her cunt was drained. The dog stopped
humping, but continued to cling to her. Rachel squirmed around for a moment longer,
to make sure that she had worked off every last spasm of her pleasure.
Then she, too, was still.
They were still coupled and his prick was still swollen, despite his heavy ejaculation.
This post-orgasmic moment was always mildly worrying to the redhead. She knew that
two dogs frequently got hung-up following a fuck and she wasn't sure if a dog cock
could get stuck up a human cunt in the same way.
It would be rather embarrassing, to say the least, if they couldn't uncouple and she had
to telephone for an ambulance... or for a vet, maybe. Someone to throw a bucket of cold
water over them, anyhow. But it wasn't too worrying. Even though she had already
come, it still felt lovely to have her cunt stuffed to the brim with that huge, bloated slab
of dogmeat.
At last, Rover stirred.
He drew back and his prick came out easily enough. He hopped down onto the floor.
His cock was semi-erect, swaying up and down under him as if willing to harden
completely again, if given some encouragement. The cock knob was slimy with cum
and cuntjuice. A thread of the slippery stuff dripped down to the floor.
Rachel smiled in contentment.
She had had enough for tonight. There was no sense in being greedy. But she felt pretty
sure that, by morning, she would be in the mood for some more dogcock. She might
summon Rover to her bed as soon as she awoke, or maybe she would feel like doing it
doggy fashion.
She remembered her previous idea.
Maybe she would suck the dog's prick tomorrow!
Somehow it seemed even more depraved to give a dog a blowjob than it did to fuck
him.
The idea was awfully exciting.
Rachel knew that a mouthful of dogprick would be tasty and she was looking forward
to swallowing dog cum. She knew damned well that the dog would appreciate it.
Well, she would think about it in the morning.


Chapter 7

Marylou came over to Rachel's house the next morning, still intending to ask the older
woman's advice on sexual matters, but not quite sure how to approach the delicate
subject. The teenager was wearing a bikini. She had decided to make believe she had
only come over to use the swimming pool. Then she could casually work the
conversation around to the subject of sex. It would be less embarrassing, that way,
rather than if she just rushed over full of questions.
Marylou's bikini was black... and tiny.
The halter was cut low, lifting her plump tits and just managing to cover her nipples.
The bottom was a wisp of tightly drawn material, no more than a wedge of black, a
triangular stamp covering her cunt.
Marylou was eager to talk to Rachel.
But it was pretty early, and she wasn't sure if the older woman would be out of bed yet.
She didn't want to disturb her. Marylou went on out to the pool, thinking she would
wait there and hope that Rachel came out to join her soon. The sexy little virgin lay
down in a deck chair. She removed the top of her bikini to get an even tan, and lay
back, eyes closed, basking in the early sunlight.
Rachel was still in bed.
She had slept soundly and woke up still feeling deliciously satisfied from the night
before. She wondered if Justin would telephone her today. It seemed likely. He was sure
to want his cock sucked again, if Rachel was any judge. The woman licked her lips in
greedy anticipation. She cupped one hand over her bushy cunt, not rubbing herself, just
enjoying the feel of a hot handful of pussy.
She wondered if she should call Rover in from the garden and enjoy a morning dog
fuck, first, or if she should have breakfast before she did it. She might be more alert
after a cup of coffee and, wide awake, enjoy it more.
Then she recalled that she had intended to give the German shepherd head, instead of
fucking him. She considered it. Oh, it really was a naughty thing to do! Yet the woman
felt certain that she would truly relish a mouthful of dogcock and go wild with lust
when the animal's big prick shot in her throat.
She gave her cunt a loving squeeze.
Her passionate pussy was starting to heat up, inspired by her naughty thoughts.
But then she took her hand away.
It would be pretty damned silly to give herself a handjob when she had a big dogcock
available.
Rachel got up and moved to the window.
She was naked, she always slept naked, and her hot body seemed to glimmer and glow
as she moved. She had let the dog out before she went to bed. He did guard the
grounds, although being a guard dog was certainly not his prime function. Now she
thought that she would call him back to the house.
Instead of Rover, Rachel saw Marylou.
The girl had just stepped out onto the tiles surrounding the swimming pool. Rachel
gazed with appreciation at the young body which was packed into that tiny, tight
bikini. Rachel felt a stirring in her belly as she looked at the girl. She smiled wickedly.
Her clit began to tingle, and so did her tongue.
Rachel had noticed some time ago how sexy Marylou was becoming. In fact, the
redhead had been sorely tempted to strike up a suggestive conversation with the girl, to
feel her out and see if Marylou might like to have her cunt sucked. It really was a
thrilling idea.
But Rachel had been hesitant to do so, for fear that Marylou might be shocked or
disgusted. It would be terribly embarrassing if the girl were to turn her down, or worse,
to tell her parents about it. Rachel adored sucking cunt, but she knew she had to be
careful, especially with an innocent young girl who might be scandalized.
Rachel watched her, wanting her.
Marylou stretched lazily.
Oh, that ass. It was packed into that tiny bikini as if loaded into a catapult. Rachel
could see the dip between her asscheeks. The firm rims of her ass were not quite
covered by the slender black bikini bottom. Her waist was so narrow, and then her hips
and her ass swept out. It was enough to make a girl drool. If Rachel ever got Marylou
into bed, she would like to suck her cunt from the back, so that she could give her
asshole some tongue, too.
Then Marylou removed her halter.
Rachel moaned softly as she gazed at those plump, thrusting tits, and saw how big and
stiff the nipples were.
What a treat a mouthful of those tits would be!
Rachel was fingering her cunt as she looked out and admired the girl. She lusted for
Marylou, but was not sure how to approach her, or if she dared to suggest anything like
that.
She considered. A girl who looked that sexy simply had to be a horny little nymph. If
Rachel started talking to her about sex, Marylou would most likely get hot. And when a
girl was hot, she thought differently. Things that might disgust her when she was cool
would excite her when her pussy was simmering.
Rachel could make a sort of joke about it at first, until she saw how Marylou reacted.
She could say that she knew a couple of girls who went to bed together, perfectly
normal girls, of course. She could claim that she was curious as to what it would be like
to fool around, keeping it all fairly casual until she saw how Marylou was taking the
idea.
The hot redhead had almost made up her mind to try it.
Rachel figured that she would put on a bikini, and join Marylou by the pool. Then she
could take the top of her own swimsuit off and see if the girl looked at her tits with
interest.
She would play it by ear.
She was just about to turn away from the window when she saw Marylou begin to
stroke up the insides of her thighs.
The movement was slow and sensual.
Rachel decided to watch a bit longer.
She had forgotten all about Rover now, as her mouth watered for Marylou's sweet cunt.
Marylou did not realize that she could be seen from the bedroom window. She thought
she was hidden by the high fence that provided privacy from the neighbors. As she lay
there, wishing that Rachel would come out, she thought about the night before, of
being fondled by two good-looking guys and jacking them off.
The memory was making her horny. Marylou remembered how the jism had jumped
out of their cocks and splashed all over her tits, belly and cunt. She imagined having
that thick, hot stuff flood her pussy and her mouth. Her cunt began to steam. Her
whole body was heating up, and from more than the morning sunlight that angled over
her.
She began to stroke her thighs.
Marylou didn't really intend to give herself a handjob, but she liked to caress herself as
she thought such erotic things.
She cupped her tits and pulled on the tips, feeling them swell and stiffen in her fingers.
She moved a hand down and cupped her cunt, through her bikini. The heat wafted into
her palm and the crotch of the bikini was starting to get soaked. Smiling happily,
Marylou slipped her hand inside the elastic hipband and began to finger her naked
cunt.
She guessed that she would give herself a handjob, after all.
It was so nice, lying there in the warm sunlight, leisurely playing with her pussy. She
figured she would take her time about it and enjoy a prolonged fondle before she
creamed.
Rachel was really starting to steam.
The teenager was playing with her pussy!
Surely she would welcome someone else's hands on her cunt now... and someone else's
tongue, too!
But she had to get the timing right. She didn't want to rush into it, interrupting
Marylou before the blonde was really worked up. If she timed it to perfection, she could
join Marylou just when the teenager was too hot to care about anything but her
orgasm. Rachel could pounce on her and start sucking her foaming cunt just at the
moment when Marylou began to cream!
She waited, trembling, her mouth watering, and cuntjuice pouring down her smooth
thighs.
And then Rover appeared upon the scene! The dog, well trained in such matters, had
scented hot cunt and knew full well what that meant. There was dog work to be done!
The big brute came padding across the tiles, his tongue lolling out and his cock starting
to swell and lengthen.
He paused at some distance from the reclining girl. Rover recognized her and he knew
that she was allowed to use the pool. Even if he had really been a guard dog, he would
not have been troubled by her presence.
He never realized, however, that she, like his redheaded mistress, was one of those hot
human bitches. But there seemed little doubt of it. Her hand was working on her
crotch, the same way that the mistress did it, when she required Rover's services. The
big dog's nostrils were quivering with the delightful scent of an aroused cunt. It came as
a surprise to the dog. It was certainly a most welcome surprise, as well. Rover advanced
a pace.
He paused uncertainly, then moved ahead another pace. Being a dog, Rover had no
idea of fidelity in sexual matters. It never dawned on him that it might not be right to
service a woman other than his mistress. His hesitation had nothing to do with that.
But he was waiting for the girl to summon him, the way that Rachel did, either by
calling him or by spreading her pussy wide open in invitation. The fact that she was
ignoring him confused him a bit. But not enough to stop him, for the bestial urge was
powerful.
The big German shepherd continued to move towards the unsuspecting teenager, a
pace at a time, pausing, advancing again. His cock was getting harder and hotter at
every step. By the time he had moved up to the foot of the deck chair, that big prick
was vibrating and humming.
Marylou's eyes were closed.
With her own passion humming in her ears and her labored panting, she failed to hear
the dog approach.
The first sign she had that she was no longer alone was when she felt warm breath
billowing against her inner thigh.
She supposed it was a puff of wind, blowing the sun-warmed morning air against her.
Her hand continued to work inside her bikini. Her crotch was very slippery now and
her hand was full of cuntjuice. She stirred and sighed, taking it slow and easy, in no
hurry to end this pleasure by coming too soon.
Then a hot, wet tongue lapped at her leg, high up, almost at her smoldering pussy.
For a moment she thought she must be imagining it, or had fallen asleep and was
dreaming it. That must be it. She had drifted into slumber while still playing with her
pussy, and now she was in the charming throes of an erotic dream. How nice! She
parted her legs a bit farther, but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to wake up from
such a lovely dream until it was ended.
That wet dream tongue slurped up her cunt. Her hand was still cupped inside her
bikini, covering her pussy. She felt the moist tongue stroke against the back of her
hand, lapping through the sodden crotch.
It felt awfully real... suspiciously real.
Marylou opened her eyes.
She gazed down along the arched slope of her semi-naked body, between the thrusting
mounds of her stiff-capped tits, and over the gentle rise of her firm belly. When she saw
the big snout between her legs, the girl was shocked.
Rover gave her an eager look.
Marylou had never even dreamed of such a situation.
She blushed furiously, embarrassed at having been caught masturbating... even by a
dog.
She sat up, tits swaying, and pushed his muzzle out of her cunt with both hands,
clamping her legs together to prevent his return.
"Naughty doggy!" she said.
Rover gave her a puzzled look.
"Go away, Rover, you bad dog!" she commanded.
He turned, looking sideways out of one eye, confused and not knowing what to do. He
had understood her command to go, but he was also fully aware of her hot cunt. Was
this what they meant when they talked about teaching old dogs new tricks?
His tongue lolled out, dripping.
"Go away," she said again, but with less conviction.
She was looking at that long, willing tongue, and a dark urge gripped the horny girl.
Oh, no! It was too, too wicked!
But it would feel so good!
They were alone, or so she thought. No one would ever need know, and a dog could
not tell. A look of utter lust contorted the girl's pretty face.
She smiled at the dog. He pawed restlessly at the tiles, willing to obey once he
understood the command.
Marylou reached down and tugged the leghole of her bikini to one side, so that her
creamy cunt was fully exposed. She spread her thighs apart.
This was a command that Rover well understood!
Rachel had been disappointed when Marylou sat up and pushed the dog's head away
from her cunt. But when she saw the girl had changed her mind, lust swirled through
the oversexed redhead. Marylou obviously needed her cunt sucked, and a girl who
would let a dog lap her pussy would no doubt let a woman lap it, as well. Rachel had
been clawing at her own cunt as she looked and lusted. Now she dragged her hand
away. She had no intention of coming on her own hand... not when that foaming cunt
was out there for the taking!
She wanted to rush out right away.
But she figured it would be better to wait until Rover had gotten Marylou nicely lapped,
so that the teenager would be far too excited to even think of resisting Rachel's
advances.
Rachel was drooling for that cunt.
And Rover was drooling on it.
The dog's wet tongue slurped up Marylou's soaking cunt with moist, hot strokes, and
the girl began to tremble from the sensation. She had wondered so often what it would
feel like to have her pussy licked. Now she found that it was even better than she had
imagined, and that it made no difference that it was a dog's tongue. A tongue, she
thought, was a tongue, no matter what mouth it was in. That was a thought that would
have thrilled Rachel, had she known.
She whipped her hips about, working her cunt against the shepherd's flattened tongue
as it dragged up her pussy. Her clit sparked as that roughened tongue caressed it. Her
cuntlips unfurled so that the dog was lapping right up inside her fuckhole. She was still
holding her bikini with one hand, exposing her pussy. Her other hand explored, not
caressing her cunt but feeling the dog's tongue caress her.
She felt his stiff prick brush against her thigh.
Tilting her head to the side, the girl gazed down under the brute's belly at his cock. It
looked like a heated crowbar. Concentrating on his tongue, she had not considered that
aspect of the act. Now, looking at his pounding erection, she was forced to do to.
It was obvious that the dog was getting very horny as he lapped her pussy. But what
could she do about it? It didn't seem fair to make the poor dumb brute tongue-fuck her,
and then leave him suffering such terrible frustrations.
Even before the girl had come the first time, she was thinking how very handy it was to
have a cunt-lapping German shepherd living next door. She would be able to get herself
lapped off whenever she wanted, now that she had made this wonderful discovery. But
if the dog got nothing in return, would he be willing to pleasure her? No, it seemed
both fair and wise that she gave the beast some pleasure in return for this sweet
tonguing.
His prick, in fact, looked quite thrilling.
The big, flaring, flushed cockhead was straining out from its hairy sheath, throbbing
and pulsating. The cleft was open and spunk bubbled from it, moistening the cocktip
with sticky fluid. The prickstalk was so hard that it was twanging as it pulsed.
It would be no hardship whatsoever to jack that cock off, the horny girl thought. It
would be a pleasure. As soon as he had lapped her cunt to a creamy climax, she would
give him a handjob. She was looking forward to pulling the spunk from that big prick.
Rover tongued merrily away.
Marylou began to whine and whimper.
The thrill seemed to rush through her belly and hips in all directions at once, crashing
together in turbulent waves inside her cunt. Her clit pounded and her thighs quivered.
Rover could tell that the girl was coming. His tongue swept over her clit rapidly,
coating itself with the thick nectar of her melting pussy.
She cried out in ecstasy.
Then she fell back on the deck chair, her whole body vibrating, as the dog lapped her to
the peak, over the peak and busily kept slurping away until she stopped vibrating.
Then he raised his head questioningly.
He knew the routine that Rachel used and he supposed all human bitches followed the
same pattern.
He bounded up, straddling her hips with his forepaws and thrust his surging prick out
over her belly. Rover waited for the girl to guide the fat prick to her cunt or, for he was
thrilled by the new idea, to take it into her hot mouth.
Marylou, up to this point, had not thought of doing anything more than giving the dog
a handjob. Smiling impishly, excited by her own wickedness, she reached under his
belly and folded her hand around the root of his cock. She cupped his balls in her other
hand. The dog's prickmeat drummed energetically and urgently in her grip.
She took a stroke up the prickstalk.
The hairy sheath folded up behind the bloated cock knob, then dragged back tight as
her hand pushed down. His cockhead was aimed at her bare tits. She thought it would
be thrilling to feel his thick jism squirt all over her tits. There was already a wash of
slimy spunk coating his cockhead, and more was oozing out with every stroke.
Marylou gazed rapturously at that thick cum.
That was when she got the idea of blowing the dog.


Chapter 8

The idea surprised her.
Surely she couldn't want to suck a dog's prick!
But she most definitely did! Her mouth was watering for a taste of that hot cockmeat
and her tastebuds tingled for his sticky spunk. She had wanted to suck a cock for some
time now, and never had. Now she saw definite advantages in blowing this dog. She
could find out what a mouthful of cock and a bellyful of jism tasted like, without any
danger to her reputation.
The dog could not tell anyone. Well, maybe he could tell other dogs. There might be a
dozen mongrels waiting at her doorstep in the morning, but that seemed a chance
worth taking. She wanted so much to do some sucking that this opportunity was simply
too good to let slip by... instead of letting it slip in.
She was amazed at her own naughtiness.
But she had made up her mind.
Marylou pushed her hand down to the root of the dog's prick, drawing the sheath back
tight and causing the cockhead to flare out. She gazed at it, licking her lips. The big
slab of his prick knob was thrust out over her tits, dripping onto them. A trickle of
slippery slime had run down onto her forefinger and thumb.
The horny virgin felt an actual hunger for his cockmeat. She kept her fist pressed down
to the hilt of his prick and bent her head closer, whimpering. She could feel the
tremendous heat of his cock wafting into her face. She pushed her tongue out. The pink
tip fluttered, an inch away from the tip of the German shepherd's cocktip. Then it
snaked out and Marylou took her first lick of prick.
"Ooooh," she purred.
She lapped again, a soft, slurping stroke.
Cum seeped onto her tastebuds and flecked her lips. She began to tongue that bloated
prick knob, stroking and lapping up all the delicious spunk that had oozed out.
She kissed the fiery cocktip.
Her lips parted and she slowly fed the meaty prick into her mouth, sucking hungrily on
it. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips pursed, collaring his cockhead and working
greedily on it. As she sucked on the savory mouthful, her tongue continued to work,
licking at the underside of his cock. More jism poured out. He hadn't come yet, but the
pre-cum flow was filling her eager mouth.
She swallowed some of the sticky stuff.
It was nectar. She loved the taste and she adored the heat of it. She had become a
confirmed cum-drinker with that very first swallow. Her lips pulled, her tongue flared
and she swallowed another thick gulp.
Rover was overjoyed.
His mistress had licked his cockhead, but only fleetingly. This girl was going to let him
fuck her in the mouth. His hindquarters bunched and quivered. He began to hump,
fucking Marylou in the mouth.
He was pushing his whole fat prick through her fist and into her mouth and the cock
hungry girl gagged when the fat prick knob lodged in her throat. But she made no
attempt to stop him. His prick was too sweet to worry about it. The cock slid into her
throat, then drew back. She sucked lovingly over every precious inch, her lips dragging
as his cock pulled through them and her tongue lashing as it plowed in.
Marylou took her hand away from his cock. She didn't want to jerk him off now. She
wanted to do it all with her lips, to suck him off, to let him fuck her in the mouth. She
held his balls in both hands now, cupping them in her palms, squeezing gently at the
swollen sac that was so full of juicy cum.
She slid lower in the deck chair, arching her back and tilting her face up so that the
hairy brute could fuck easily into her mouth. Each time his cockhead surged into her
throat, she gasped, and as it drew out again she moaned and whimpered with pleasure.
Little jets of jism spurted into her mouth.
Rover began to fuck faster, his prick gliding easily on the friction of his own flowing
cum.
His balls dragged up her belly and over her tits.
She worked her tongue all over his cockhead, pushing it into the weeping cleft, slurping
around, fluttering at the underside of the heated prick. While her lips kept pulling and
dragging voraciously on the succulent cockmeat, her cheeks drew in, sucking. She was
fairly inhaling the dog's prick as she dragged on it. His jism was spurting out constantly
now, so steadily that she couldn't tell if he was coming or if it was still just precum
flow. She could hear the sweet stuff hiss from his cock and hear it squirt onto her
tongue.
Suddenly her mouth was full of jism.
The dog howled in joy.
His cum shot out in a steady stream, a great creamy flood of delicious juice that filled
her mouth to the brim. It overflowed her tight lips and poured down her chin. She
swallowed and gulped, drinking as much of the prick juice as she could. Rover kept
squirting more of it out of his iron-hard cockhead. She still had her hands on his balls
and she could feel them collapse as they emptied and filled her mouth.
Marylou whimpered and swallowed the hot, thick spunk down, and she kept right on
greedily sucking.
At last the dog's balls were emptied.
He kept humping and she kept sucking, but there was no more jism to come out of
him... at the moment.
Marylou drew her lips from his cockhead.
His prick was still big and firm. She kissed it lovingly, grateful to his cock for having
fed her such a delicious load of cum. Then she tongued the cock, gathering up the
foamy juice that sparkled on the dark meat. The dog's prick swayed in her face. It
hadn't gone soft. The greedy girl had enjoyed her first drink-on-a-stick. Even while her
mouth was still awash with cum, she was wondering if the dog could come a second
time.
She was about to mouth his cockhead again.
But he jumped down, wagging his tail.
Marylou smiled contentedly, her lips glistening with dog slime. She leaned back, more
of the load trickling down her throat, swallowing a little at a time so that she could
prolong the pleasure.
A shadow fell over her.
Marylou looked up, startled.
Rachel stood over her.
This, thought Marylou, was kind of embarrassing.
But not as embarrassing as it might have been.
For one thing, Rachel was smiling.
And for another, the tall redhead was naked, her gorgeous body glowing in the
morning sunlight. Marylou could only stare at her, dumbly. What could a girl say when
she has been caught blowing another girl's dog? There was no possible excuse for her
act. But Rachel didn't seem to want an excuse.
"What a naughty girl you are," the redhead said. But she said it with a smile, her 
jadegreen eyes glowing, and it was obvious that she was not at all angry.
Rachel sat on the edge of the chair.
Her big tits loomed out level with Marylou's face.
"And tell me... did you enjoy it?" she asked.
She knew damned well that Marylou had enjoyed it. She had observed the enthusiasm
with which the blonde teenager milked the dog's prick dry and the hunger with which
she had drunk his spunk. Marylou realized this, and knew there would be no point in
denying that she had enjoyed sucking cock. It might even make matters worse. If she
had sucked a dog off without liking it, that would be true and utter perversion. She
blushed and lowered her eyes. Rachel stroked the girl's head soothingly.
"You don't have to be ashamed with me," she said.
Marylou's voice was soft and quavering. "I never did that before," she said. "Honest.
Not with... with a dog, I mean... not with anyone. I never had a prick in my mouth at
all. But I had a couple in my hands and they looked so... so tasty... and I was dying to
find out what it would be like to give a guy head and all... then Rover came along."
"Rover is a good doggy," Rachel said.
Something in her tone implied a whole lot more than just her words. Rachel's attitude
was puzzling. Her hand was still stroking the girl's blonde head, and moving down to
her shoulder now.
"You aren't angry or disgusted with me?" Marylou asked.
"Why, no, not at all. If I was angry with anyone, it would be with Rover... for being
unfaithful to me!"
Marylou frowned slightly, not understanding for a moment. Then the meaning struck
her and she gasped.
"Rachel! You mean..."
"Of course, Marylou. That's why Rover knew just what to do when he found you
fingering yourself."
"He laps your cunt, too?" the girl asked, amazed.
"Oh, yes... and he fucks me, as well." The redheaded woman and the blonde girl stared
at each other.
Rachel's hand was on the rising slope of Marylou's tit.
And Marylou suddenly began to giggle.


Chapter 9

"It's really strange," said Marylou.
Rachel raised her eyebrows.
Marylou explained: "See, I came over here today to talk to you, Rachel. I wanted to ask
you what you did for orgasms when your husband was out of town. Last night, I was in
a car with two older guys, and they felt me up and got me hot. I jacked both of them
off at once, so that they shot on my tits and on my cunt. But then they just took me
home. I didn't get to come. I had to finger-fuck myself, but it wasn't enough. Well, I
got to thinking about you. I know you don't cheat on Winston but you're such a sexy
lady that I figured you must have some secret method of getting your rocks off when he
was away from home." She grinned impishly. "I figured maybe you had a vibrator or a
dildo or something. And I was hoping that maybe you would let me use it." She
blushed daintily at the admission. "But then along came Rover, and I found out how
you take care of your orgasms without even realizing it. That's what's so amazing."
"It is, indeed," agreed Rachel.
Her hand was moving gently on the upper slope of the girl's plump, stiff-tipped tit.
Marylou had not yet recognized the touch as a caress.
It never dawned on her that Rachel might be interested in tits and cunts. After all, the
woman had just told her that she fucked her dog. Any woman who loved pricks enough
to fuck with a dog simply couldn't be a lesbian.
"You're welcome to suck Rover's cock whenever you like, honey," Rachel graciously
offered, just as she had previously offered the use of her swimming pool. "And he'll
fuck you, too, if you want."
"Oh!" Marylou squealed.
"Like that idea?"
"I... I've never been fucked."
Marylou's gaze had automatically switched to the German shepherd, as she
contemplated having that huge prick up her cunt. But Rover was stretched out, head on
his paws and cock diminished. Marylou had sucked him bone-dry and he would not be
fit to fuck for awhile.
"I'd like it. I know I would," Marylou murmured.
Her pussy was twitching and heating up.
"There are a lot of advantages to doing it with dogs," Rachel said. "For one thing, you
can get fucked and still be a virgin."
"Is that true?" Marylou asked, surprised. She had supposed that a girl stopped being a
virgin as soon as a prick was up her cunt.
"Of course. Only a human cock counts for that. I mean, plenty of girls fuck themselves
with dildos, or sausages or bananas. Right? But they're still cherry until a man has
them. Well, it's the same thing with a dog prick, it's just an object."
Marylou nodded, uncertainly.
She wasn't at all sure that Rachel was telling her the truth, but she didn't really care.
The idea of having the German shepherd hammering that massive cock into her was
thrilling beyond belief. It was far too attractive a proposition to let inhibition, or even
virginity, stand in the way of consummating it.
"And another advantage is you can do whatever you want with a dog, without being
unfaithful to your husband, or boyfriend."
Marylou was nodding again.
True or not, she wanted to believe it.
Rachel's fingertips were just brushing Marylou's stiff nipple. It was working with her
thoughts to make her really horny. She still thought that the woman was merely
stroking her in an affectionate fashion, not yet identifying an erotic contact. But her
nipples were standing out, trembling, on her tits, and her pussy was awash with cunt
juice.
"But you did too good a job on Rover," said Rachel. "You must have really emptied his
cock and balls with your mouth, honey. I'm afraid he won't be fit to fuck for awhile."
Marylou sighed, regretting that fact.
"But there are other ways," said Rachel.
Marylou looked up, again sensing something behind the redheaded woman's words,
some suggestion she didn't yet understand.
"I do have a dildo," Rachel said. "That's one way. I don't use it much, myself. It can't
come, and I like to make a man, or a dog... or anyone else, come when I do." Her
fingers swept back and forth across Marylou's stiff nipple. "But you're more than
welcome to borrow it, if you like."
"Well, maybe," Marylou said hesitantly. She could see Rachel's point about a dildo not
coming. She knew how wonderful it was to jerk a man off. Now she knew the far
greater joy of having a prick shoot in her mouth, and the idea of a rubber dick was not
so appealing.
"Or..." Rachel said.
"What?" asked Marylou, eagerly.
"Or two girls can be nice to each other."
Marylou frowned.
"What do you mean, Rachel?" she asked, although now she was starting to get the idea.
She also realized that, for some time, Rachel had been stroking her tits.
"I could suck you off," said Rachel.
She peered intently at Marylou's face as she spoke, hoping she had not moved too
quickly.
"Oh! Oh, golly! But you aren't... you can't be..."
Rachel smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm not a lesbian," she said. "But I have been
to bed with women. I like to have my cunt sucked and I like to suck cunt. It's just a
thing that women enjoy, whether they're lesbians or not."
Marylou was not really surprised to hear that. She wasn't sure if she would want to
suck a cunt. But she knew damned well that she would adore having this sexy redhead
go down on her and tongue away between her legs until she creamed.
Now the pretense was gone and Rachel's hand had cupped the teenager's tit, squeezing
tenderly and causing her nipple to inflame. Her fingers drew together and up, pulling
on the erect nugget of tit. Marylou whimpered and arched her back, thrusting her tits
out to the woman's eager hands. Rachel smiled happily. She got the signal.
"You're hot," Rachel whispered. "And Rover can't take care of you for awhile but I
will."
"Ummm, please do," sighed Marylou.
Marylou was surprised at how easy it was to accept this new form of perversion, and
her total absence of doubt and hesitation. She didn't even have to think about it.
She wanted it – that was enough.
Rachel leaned down and sucked a stiff tit tip into her lips, slurping on it moistly. Her
big, firm tits swayed over Marylou's belly, swinging back and forth as the redhead
switched from tit to tit, giving each nipple equal attention. Marylou placed one hand
behind Rachel's head, holding her there, encouraging her to remain, although
encouragement was the last thing that the tit-hungry redhead required.
Marylou didn't know what to do with her other hand.
Then she did know.
She brought it up and began to feel Rachel's fat tits.
Marylou had never felt another girl up before. She was delighted at how wonderful a
handful of hot tit felt. Maybe, just maybe, she might want to try some cunt-sucking,
too!
Mouthing merrily away on plump tit, Rachel slowly slid a hand down the gentle rise of
Marylou's belly and slipped it inside her bikini. She began to finger the girl's clit.
"Oh! Oh!" Marylou gasped. "Oooooh!"
Rachel's fingers slid around in the girl's slippery fuck slot. The feel of her cunt was
making Rachel drool. She gave Marylou's tingling nipples a last suck each, then slid
from the edge of the chair onto the tiles, kneeling. She began to tug the girl's bikini
bottom down.
Marylou stared down over her rising, heaving tits, fascinated at watching the redheaded
sexpot leaning over her, at seeing her cunthair slowly emerge from the bikini. She hiked
her ass up and wriggled her hips. Her golden, curly pubic triangle came into view.
Rachel was licking her lips in anticipation and when Marylou saw that hot tongue
flashing back and forth she moaned with joyous expectation. Then the brief bikini was
down below her cunthair, down her legs. Rachel was removing it from her feet and
staring up hungrily at her pussy.
Rachel tossed the soaked garment aside.
Marylou opened her legs wide.
Rachel began to run her tongue up the smooth insides of the girl's thighs, working
higher but advancing slowly so that they could both enjoy the gradual build up and
anticipation. She worked up to the crease where Marylou's shapely, smooth thigh
joined her cuntmound. Rachel tongued up that crease, licking near the girl's cunt but
not yet making that vital contact. She moved higher and her nimble tongue rustled
through Marylou's glen of cunthair.
"Please," Marylou whimpered. "I'm on fire!"
Rachel sighed with pleasure. Rachel adored sucking cunt at any time, but she
particularly enjoyed it with a young girl who wanted it as badly as Marylou did.
Rachel used her fingertips to spread Marylou's cuntlips wide open, revealing the darker,
inner flesh, streaked with cuntjuice and frothy with the nectar of lust.
She stared up the girl's fuckhole for a moment, her green eyes glowing, her tongue
tingling, her lips making little sucking movements even before they had clamped on the
teen's suckable pussy.
Then she pushed her tongue out and took a lick.
Marylou trembled all over.
She began to thrash about in the deck chair, squealing with the joy of it, her legs
quivering. Rachel used only her tongue at first, slurping up her fuck slot and over her
clit. Her hands cupped the girl's ass, lifting her squirming hips higher. She ducked
down and began running her tongue up the crack of Marylou's ass, then stabbing it
into her asshole. Marylou cried out with ecstasy. Rachel rimmed her shit chute out
enthusiastically, enjoying asshole as an appetizer before she returned to the creamy
main course for which she yearned.
She moved up again, her tongue gliding back into the girl's cunt and lapping at the
foaming fuck slot.
"Suck me! Suck my cunt!" Marylou pleaded.
Rachel's lips parted. She tilted her head to the side, fitting her mouth to Marylou's cunt,
and began sucking steadily. Her tongue stabbed in and out.
Marylou clamped her thighs around Rachel's buried head, then threw them wide open
again, not sure which position felt best. Nothing ever felt this good before. The dog had
a lovely tongue, but he had no lips. Rachel was clamped to her creamy cunt, eating her
out with steady concentration and attention to the details.
"Come," Rachel purred.
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"Come for me, Marylou. Come in my mouth!"
Her words were muffled in the girl's cunt.
Her tongue and lips were so talented that she had Marylou creaming almost
immediately. The thrills lashed and coiled through the girl's hips and her pussy began
to flood. Rachel sucked the cuntjuice out of her hairy cunt and pushed her tongue far
up her fuck hole to slurp more of the precious nectar out.
Marylou was firing off climax after climax, exploding deep in her pussymeat, a multiple
orgasm like nothing she had ever known before.
At long last, she stopped writhing. Rachel continued to tongue and making sure that
she had worked off the spasms of the girl's joy.
Then she sat back on her heels, smiling, her lips creamy with Marylou's fluids, her eyes
still aglow with desire.
"Nice?" she whispered.
"It was so good... it was wonderful," Marylou gasped.
"I'm glad. I love your cunt, Marylou," Rachel said. "I'll suck you off whenever you want
me to."
"Yes! Every day!"
"Shall I do it again, now?" Rachel asked.
Marylou started to say yes.
Then a thrilling idea rushed into her mind. Her cunt was satisfied and it would be
greedy to have Rachel eat her out again so soon. But her imagination was as hot as her
pussy had been. Now, satisfied at one end, the horny teenager realized that she was hot
at the other end. Her tongue was tingling like her clit had been and her mouth was
watering.
She smiled at her lover.
"No," she whispered. "Let me do you, now."
"You don't have to."
"I want to! I want to suck your pussy!" Marylou cried.
"What a nice idea," murmured the redhead.
Rachel had expected this. It had happened the same way with her, the first time she
went to bed with a lesbian. She had gone there to get her cunt sucked but, seeing how
much the other girl enjoyed doing it, she had simply had to do a bit of cunt-sucking in
return. With the very first lick she had realized that doing it was as good as having it
done and had become a devoted pussy-lapper. She had hoped it would be the same with
this sexy blonde teenager. Rachel was very pleased to find it so.
Marylou stood up.
Her legs were weak from her orgasm and she stumbled, then sank down onto her
knees.
Rachel slid into the chair, in the same position that Marylou had been in. There were
countless variations when two girls took turns going down on each other. Rachel knew
and enjoyed all of them, but she figured that, for Marylou, it would be better to keep it
simple... for the first time.
She looked forward to many more times.
She spread her long, smooth legs.
Marylou gazed in fascination at the redhead's juicy pussy. She had never seen another
girl's cunt in an aroused condition. The sight intrigued her. It was no wonder that lots
of women liked to suck something that looked as delicious as that!
She moved closer. Rachel arched, tilting her cunt up, awaiting the girl's tongue.
Marylou hesitated for a moment. She expected to feel some last minute doubts, some
final inhibitions against committing this perverted act. She fully intended to go through
with it, but still figured she would have a few final fears.
She felt nothing of the sort.
The only thing that horny Marylou felt, as she paused there with her face between
Rachel's widespread thighs, was hunger. She wanted to eat her sweet pussy as much as
she had ever wanted anything.
Then she proceeded to do so.
Her pretty blonde head bobbed down, tongue thrust out, and she took her first ever
taste of cunt.
She took a single lick, then drew back.
Rachel moaned, staring down, thinking that the girl had not liked the taste and was
backing off. But then she saw that Marylou's face was a mask of pure passion. She had
paused because she had been shocked by how wonderful it was!
Marylou grinned happily.
She ducked down and buried her face in Rachel's hairy cunt.
She began using her tongue and lips skillfully, expertly, as if she had been a cunt-lapper
all of her life. It had come as such a surprise to find herself eating out a pussy that
Marylou hadn't been sure if she would know how to do it correctly.
It wasn't like cock-sucking, for instance. Long before she had sucked the dog's prick,
she had imagined blowing men. She had even gone through the motions, using her
fingers, so she had approached her first blowjob with some training and some certain
idea of how to go about it. But the girl had not thought about sucking a pussy and she
was going in blind.
She discovered that it didn't matter at all.
The girl needed no practice or experience in the gentle art of cunt-sucking. It just came
naturally. Marylou's tongue slipped up Rachel's soaking pussy and stabbed into her
steaming fuck slot. Her lips sought that trembling nugget of clit and worked on it
happily.
Rachel's hips ground and her ass churned. She was panting and sobbing with wild
desire.
Marylou was eager for the woman to come. She wanted to feel her sweet pussy melt in
her mouth and know that she was returning the bliss which Rachel had given her.
Her hands cupped the redhead's sleek flanks and she tilted her cunt up, as if it were a
bowl she intended to sip to the bottom. Her tongue flashed and flared and her lips
pulled and sucked. Her whole face was slippery with cuntjuice as she rubbed her mouth
around in the woman's foaming pussy.
Marylou was so intent on sucking Rachel's cunt that she had forgotten all about Rover.
But Rover had not forgotten her.


Chapter 10

When Rachel tossed Marylou's bikini bottoms away, they had fluttered to the edge of
the pool, landing right beside the big dog's snout. He had sniffed at them. The crotch
was soaking wet. He began to tongue the juicy stuff up and found it exciting.
Rover's cock began to swell once more.
He stood up and eyed the women, just as Rachel started to go down on the blonde.
Was there nothing that these horny human bitches would not do?
But he was fascinated.
He knew full well that women liked to have their cunts tongued. Now he had learned
how wonderful female human mouths were, and he was puzzled that they did such
things to each other, since they were of the same sex. How lucky humans were to have
such variety. But it troubled the dog, too. If his mistress and the blonde cock-sucker
were able to pleasure each other... why, they might no longer have need of his canine
services!
He moved closer, his legs stiff and his prick stiffer.
He sensed it when Rachel sucked the orgasm out of Marylou; he saw it, heard it and
scented it.
He waited hopefully to be summoned.
But then they changed positions, and Marylou began cunt-sucking Rachel. Rover felt
sadly neglected.
His cock was thundering by this time, swollen so huge that he was almost in pain. His
balls felt like lead weights under his haunches. He could never catch a rabbit in this
condition. How was he going to get rid of his erection?
But then the clever dog noticed something extremely interesting. Marylou was on her
knees as she gobbled Rachel's pussy. She was naked, and her ass was bared to him.
Under her ass, her juicy cunt was easy to reach.
Marylou was, in fact, positioned just the way Rover liked a girl... doggy style.
Rover was too horny to await an invitation. Wagging his tail and squirming, his big
prick pounding, he advanced upon the unsuspecting blonde cunt-sucker. She was very
soon to become a dog-fucker, as well!
Rachel saw the dog move in.
But far be it from Rachel to interfere.
Rover mounted Marylou from behind, his forepaws hooking around her hips, his chest
tight to her ass. His loins were already humping, even before he was in her.
Marylou looked up, startled.
"Don't stop!" Rachel squealed.
But Marylou's startled expression changed to one of joy. She buried her face in Rachel's
cunt once more. Reaching back between her thighs, she took the dog's cock in her hand
and guided the swollen slab of prick knob into her smoldering pussy.
Rover shoved the whole hairy prickrod up her cunt.
Marylou gasped, the sound vibrating up Rachel's cunt.
She was full of prick! She had a cuntful of cock at last! His huge cockhead was deep up
her belly and the fat prickrod was spreading her virginal pussy wide around it. Her cunt
muscles began to work, ringing him, sucking on the cockmeat. They were clamping
closed in a series of contractions as if she were jacking the dog off with her pussy.
Rover was not yet into his stride. He was clinging to her hips, quivering, his prick balls
deep up her cunt.
Marylou was desperate for him to move, to fuck her wildly. She ground her ass about
and her hips whipped rapidly.
Then Rover got balanced and braced. He began to feed the prickmeat to her with
savage thrusts.
The girl gurgled with ecstasy.
Rachel was panting, Marylou was gasping, Rover was yelping and these sounds were
overlaid by the rasp of Marylou's slurping tongue. He was shoveling the prick into her
at a frantic pace and she was grinding her ass around as her cunt filled with dogmeat.
Her young body shimmered and shook as she put all she had into both ends, fucking
with energy and sucking with gusto.
Oh, how good it was to be stuffed full of prick!
She wanted the dog to shoot up her cunt, to feel that hot slime rush into her and she
wanted Rachel's pussy to cream on her tongue.
"Come, come!" she wailed, pleading with both of them.
Rachel came first. Marylou felt the redhead's cuntjuice pour over her tongue and lips.
She swallowed it down gleefully, adoring the stuff, cherishing this first cunt climax she
had caused. The dog was still pumping the prick to her and their position was so
comfortable that Marylou kept sucking even when Rachel had finished coming. But
Rachel slid away, leaving Marylou's mouth empty.
Rachel had fucked the dog countless times and she had sucked with many women. But
this was the first time that she had ever shared the dog with another girl and she
wanted to make the most of it.
She sank down on the tiles, turned onto her back and slid under the kneeling, dogfucking 
blonde. She looked up, watching Rover's cock vanish up Marylou's fuckhole,
then come sliding out, slippery with thick ribbons of cuntjuice. Marylou's cuntlips were
dragging and pulling on the German shepherd's thick prickshaft. Her clit was swollen
and throbbing. It was a truly delicious sight. For a woman who loved to suck cocks and
cunts, the combination of the two was truly appetizing.
Rachel raised her head, lips parted.
She began to mouth the girl and the dog at the same time. She fitted her lips to
Marylou's slippery fuck slot and sucked on her clit. The dog's prick was fucking
through Rachel's mouth as it sped in and out of Marylou's pussy. Rachel tongued and
sucked, her mouth filling up with cuntjuice, eager for Rover to add his own hot slime to
the feast.
Marylou was crazed by the sensation. She was getting fucked and sucked at the same
time. The girl was wild with the joy of it. She looked down and realized that Rachel was
lying under her, that all she had to do was lower her head to complete the coupling of
inverted lovemaking.
So lower her head she did.
She buried her face once more into Rachel's flaming bush of a cunt. The two horny
women began to sixty-nine while the dog continued to plow his prick up Marylou's
pussy, through Rachel's mouth, with bestial energy. Marylou's rounded hips were being
tilted and bounced by the power of the dog's driving prick. He was tossing her around
on his thrusts. Her cunt slipped out of Rachel's mouth. Rachel went right after it,
clamping her lips to it like a suction cup.
Rover's balls dragged across Rachel's brow as he pushed in.
He drew out. His cockhead appeared from Marylou's slot and Rachel tongued it
lavishly as it lingered there. Then the prick plunged in again and she felt the hairy
cockhilt pass through her lips as she sucked greedily on Marylou's flooded cunt.
The three were working together, lubricated by hot oils, propelled by internal heat,
linked by the piston of a prick and knotted together by hot tongues.
Dog, woman and girl, they were equal parts of this complex fucking machine which
grinded to an exploding halt.
Marylou wailed as she felt the hot dogcum squirt into her cunt in a volcanic eruption.
Her pussy creamed as the dog filled her fuckhole with his slime. At the same moment,
Rachel came too. Rachel was drinking cum and cunt-juice, blended together into the
most delicious sauce she had ever tasted. The stuff poured out in ropes and coils,
pumped out of Marylou's cunt by the huge plunger of the German shepherd's pumping
prick. Her own slippery cunt juices gushed into Marylou's hungry mouth in a steady
flow.
Finally, the last drop was spilled.
Rover hopped down, wagging his tail.
His cock was sagging again, but not for long.
Rachel and Marylou gazed adoringly at one another, both realizing that this had been a
day of wondrous discovery. No longer would Rachel have to go out looking for cocks or
cunts to suck. Never again would Marylou need to suffer the frustrations of virginity. A
lot of unlucky men would not get sucked off in the future and a lot of horny boys
would have to do without handjobs. But Rachel and Marylou were going to get all that
they wanted.
And Rover, too.
If this was a dog's life, what dog could complain?


THE END
