MOTHER'S DOG URGE
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

"Wow!" Cindy Williams lay in her king-sized bed, her ankles draped over the edges of
the mattress while she moved her fingers around and around her naked belly. Already
the teenaged blonde had kicked off her shorts and now lay in bed dressed only in her
bra and pink panties. She was looking at a magazine her best friend Teri Quinn had
given her, one of those "dirty" books showing men and women doing "it."
"Ohhhhhh..."
Terri had giggled about it, handing the magazine to Cindy at school just after lunch in
the cafeteria.
"Wait 'til you see some of the pictures. They're a real turn-on," her girlfriend had
confided.
Cindy's mother was still at her part-time job in the shopping center down the street.
She wouldn't be home for another two hours. That gave Cindy plenty of time to look at
those pictures Teri had giggled about. And they were terribly exciting!
The young girl felt her chest tighten as her fingers circled around and around her
sunken navel. That light feathery touch of her fingers against her smooth belly flesh
made her so hot, so tight between her legs. Letting out another soft moan, Cindy began
moving the backs of her legs against the coverlet, that undulating motion making her
swollen cuntlips slide against one another.
"Mmmmmmm..."
Her fingers trembled as she turned the page. There was a picture of a man with a cock
so big it looked like something that belonged on a donkey or horse! He stood there,
big, muscular, hairy, with both hands gripping that cock while a blonde woman lay in
bed with her legs spread wide apart. She looked out of her mind with lust.
Cindy giggled nervously, sucking in a wheezy breath through her nostrils. That tingly
itch in her pussy was getting more concentrated, more intense than before.
Letting out a long, low groan, she turned the page and found that the man and woman
had made some progress. He was on top of her now, his hands on her tits, and his cock
was inside her! Another photo on the following page showed just his dick and her
pussy. He was fucking her, really fucking her.
Cindy dropped the magazine, a rush of feelings so unknown to her washing over her
cunt! She had never felt anything like this before in her life! She moved her ass back
and forth now more frantically, her knees opening, closing, then opening again. How
she burned down there, really burned between her white, shivering legs!
Cindy sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes, biting down on her lower lip as the
intense feeling became more and more unbearable!
Cindy found herself slipping two fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties. She
hesitated only for a moment.
"Ahhhhh..."
Cindy pushed her fingers down, down past the waistband to her young, virgin pussy.
She could feel wiry cunthairs.
Again that rush of weird, sexy feelings washed over her cunt, and Cindy stopped,
closing her eyes and feeling her shoulders shaking against the mattress. Wild, really
wild! Glancing to the right, she looked once more at that photo, that picture showing a
prick piercing that hot, dripping cunt! If only she had that man right here, holding her
down, having his hands massaging her tits while his prick spread her cunt wide open,
slipping into her pussy, filling her belly.
"Ohhhh!"
Her thoughts were getting more and more filthy. Her mother had warned her about
such thoughts taking over a young girl, turning a nice girl into a slut!
"Mmmmmm..."
She was touching her pussy now, feeling the slick surfaces of her cuntlips. Teri had
taught her how to finger-fuck. Cindy had tried it in the tub, making sure the bathroom
door was locked.
But now... now she was going crazy, glancing at those awful photos, then moving her
fingers up and down, up and down, until she thought she'd piss from excitement!
"God... oh God, this is... this is weird" she moaned.
The panties were restricting her. Drawing her legs together, she hooked her thumbs
under the waistband and slid the briefs off her narrow thighs. She hadn't realized just
how wet she'd been down there between her legs. But when the soaked silky panty
material peeled off her outer cuntlips, Cindy shivered.
She kicked the panties off, enjoying the feeling of being naked. Cindy moved her ass
around in small circles against the wrinkled coverlet, experimenting with the way she
touched her pussy. Again and again she glanced at those shots of the couple fucking,
closing her eyes, wondering what it would feel like having a man's prick ramming in
and out of her tight little cunt!
"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck"
The mattress had begun squeaking and groaning with her frantic moves. Beads of
perspiration broke out on her forehead and upper lip while strange hot flashes shot
through her pussy.
Sucking in a ragged breath, Cindy brushed her fingers over her plump cuntlips. Then
she pried her slit stickily open, rubbing her fingernails against the slick bumps and
hollows just behind her outer cuntlips.
"God!"
She knew her pussy was juicy... hot and juicy, ready to be fucked! Fucked! Some of the
girls had talked about that at school in gym. That awful Yolonda kept talking about all
the boys she had fucked, about all the times she'd spread her legs and even done other
things! Everybody knew Yolonda was nothing but a whore. But she had such good
times! Cindy knew most of them secretly wished they could trade at least one of their
days for one of Yolonda's!
"Oooooohhh!"
And there were plenty of guys in school who would have given her a fuck. She could
sense that even in the cafeteria when some of the boys kept staring at her and Teri.
Neither of them had done it yet, although they talked about it all the time.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Chilly rushes of sexual heat made her thigh flesh pucker up into goose bumps while her
shoulders wallowed against the crushed pillow behind her. Fucking. Fucking. How
good it would be to be really fucking.
Cindy's breathing was coming in short, gaspy pants now. Her nipples were itching,
scratching against the stiff material of her bra. Sliding her fingers from her cunt only for
a moment, Cindy drew her hands back and reached around for the snap on her bra
strap. In a second she felt the elastic ease around her shoulders, then slide off her upper
arms.
She was totally naked now, as naked as that awful woman there in the magazine taking
on that stud.
"Ohhhh..."
Reaching down, Cindy turned the page once more and this time her eyes really
widened.
On one page that stud was drilling out her cunt. But on the other page the two had
shifted position. Now the blonde was kneeling on the bed, one hand over her cunt with
several fingers sticking in the same way Cindy's were now. Her head was tilted back
slightly, her long blonde hair brushing over her upper back. Her mouth was stretched
open and in it was the man's prick! She had his cock in her mouth, almost all of it!
Cindy gasped, her hand stopping its circular motion over her pussy. Sucking cock! She
was sucking cock! Wow, no wonder Teri had warned her about this magazine! Where
on earth had her friend picked up such trash!
The girl's eyes swam in front of her, her breathing becoming more shallow, more raspy,
more choked! The man's balls were rubbing up against the woman's chin, his big hands
braced against her skull. He was enjoying it! Cindy could tell from that smile on his
face.
"Oh... my... God!" Her thighs were splayed wide open now, juice dribbling from her
hole and oozing into
her asscrack. Sucking prick! That Yolonda had hinted she had done that several times
when she had had her period! Boys liked that, Yolonda had said, having a girl's lips
tighten around their cocks while she fingered their balls.
Cindy had been shocked, although Ten seemed interested in hearing more.
Unfortunately the bell rang and they had to go to separate classes. Later Yolonda didn't
seem to want to talk about all those things. How Cindy wished she'd listened more
carefully now. It would have added more spice to her fantasy as she twisted and turned
on the bed, her fingers rubbing over her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh... fuck, fuck me..."
It felt so far out, better than anything she'd felt in her whole life.
Cindy let out another groan. She was a little surprised at the shaky, low quality of her
voice. She had both hands down there now, fingertips rubbing along the swollen, puffy
edges of her outer cuntlips, then moving in to the jagged, juicy slit.
"God!"
Cindy could smell the heat of her cunt, that vaguely pungent aroma of her overheated
cunt. She liked that smell. It excited her and made her wonder if guys had that same
kind of smell between their legs! She wondered about that guy in the picture, then she
thought of Chuck Hennessey, captain of the varsity football team. He looked something
like that man in the magazine, the one who was fucking that woman!
Cindy groaned louder, closing her eyes and picturing Chuck. He was so handsome, so
muscular! She had stolen glances at him in her third-period study hall. He never
seemed to see her, but then again he never seemed to look at girls. He was always
studying – that, or on the football field practicing. Someone said he was trying to earn
a scholarship and just didn't have enough time for dating and fooling around. What a
shame!
"Ohhhhh..."
She would have taken good care of Chuck – would have let him study her pussy and
tits.
Cindy smacked her dry lips, one hand moving up to her tits now and rubbing over her
half-inch-long nipple. That light touch sent a ripple of delight coursing through her
body and smacking into her cunt! She stiffened, shivering, pinching her nipple harder
and rocking her body from side to side more frantically.
"No, ohhh... ooooohhh, noooo!" Cindy swallowed a lump of excitement. Moving her
hand back from her tits, she peeled her outer cuntlips back while massaging the slick
juices into her steamy crack. It sounded so squishy and wet.
Cindy felt a thrill rush through her body as her clit erected. The blonde teen licked her
lips again, half shutting her eyes. They were still riveted on that photo of the woman
sucking a prick, then moved over to the shot of her being penetrated by that stud's
cock! Sucking and fucking! Why couldn't she have someone here now, someone who
would take care of that terrible hot, itchy ache that seemed to drain her of all her
strength?
"Mmmmmmmm..." How the feel of those hot cunt folds against her fingertips made
her feel dizzy! She kept rubbing around and around, unsure of where it would feel best.
It seemed to be good no matter where she touched. And then she found that special
spot, that spot that took her breath away when she touched it. She tested it with a very
light touch, searched out the strange little flap of soaked pussy flesh that partially
covered it. Her breathing changed again, grew more and more shallow. Suddenly she
found herself wondering what it would be like when a guy broke your cherry.
Her mother had hinted about the pain and some bleeding. But she hadn't said much
more. She wondered if she would pass out from the pain and pressure.
"God... oh my God..."
Cindy was getting desperately close to climax. Her belly swelled as she kept taking deep
breaths. Her finger movements quickened against her spread cuntlips. Her thighs were
rigid with tensed muscles and she was pointing her toes out against the mattress.
She was going to make it, she was going to cum!
"Unnhhhhhh..."
Her hand worked steadily at her cunt now. Two fingers glistened with slickness. She
opened her eyes fully, glancing down again at the magazine. She could almost feel that
stud's cock stretching her hps, feel his balls brushing up against her chin while her clit
burned!
Now her pussy was swollen, red around the edges of her pussylips!
"I can't... can't... stop..."
God, her cunt felt so itchy. In a moment she found herself rolling her hips slowly,
moving her cunt mound against her fingers. She was fucking herself, fucking herself
against her hand!
Cindy bounced up and down against the bed, her flesh quivering from the violent
movements. Throwing back her head, she let out a wild cry of delight, her feet flailing
the mattress. Behind her the headboard clattered noisily against the wall. Thank God,
her mother wasn't at home. This was the wildest she had ever felt in her life. There was
nothing that could have stopped her now, she felt.
"Gonna... gonna cum, gonna... gonna cum!" she moaned.
Cindy's thighs felt as if they were on fire. Even the places between her toes were
tingling. She shut her eyes once again, the feel of the coverlet under her naked ass
prickling her to a bouncy, humping rhythm. She spread her legs farther apart, glancing
at the pictures every few seconds. She was licking her lips, panting more and more,
groaning loudly.
"Wow... oh wow..."
Cindy was moving her body in a convulsive way. This was a whole new world she was
entering, the world of a wild climax! Her long blonde hair splashed over the pillow
while she dug at the mattress with her heels. She was babbling something wild,
something she couldn't understand herself.
"Ohhhhhh!"
How could she let a boy do this to her? Wouldn't she be embarrassed performing this
way, letting him touch her and then watch as she thrashed and bucked like some wild
woman?
Instinctively Cindy pumped her hips frantically, working her fingers around in her
convulsing cuntal mouth. She could feel the tiny muscles gripping her probing fingers.
They were milking her digits as if they were a cock! "God!"
Suddenly she stopped, her body stiffening. Someone was watching her! She was sure of
it as she lay there on the bed! Her mother! The whirling ball of sexual hunger stopped,
slipped a little as she raised her head from the pillow. If her mother was standing there,
she would die!
But there was no one there in the doorway! Cindy wrinkled her forehead in confusion.
She had been certain that someone was watching her, studying her, as she fingered
herself. Dropping her head, Cindy was about to go back to her finger-fucking when
suddenly she heard someone breathing.
"Oh!"
Sitting bolt upright, Cindy shook her head, feeling her heavy tits slapping against one
another. It was Benito, her mother's three-year-old German shepherd standing there in
the doorway. No wonder she hadn't seen him at first. She hadn't looked down that far.
Now he was approaching the bed, his furry big head cocked to one side, his ears
pricked, his tongue hanging out from one corner of his mouth. He was smelling
something, his nostrils wrinkling, moving around. In a flash of horror, Cindy realized
he was smelling her, picking up her scent! "No, stop!"
Cindy drew her legs together until her knees touched one another. She was shamed,
shamed as if her mother had come in and found her playing with her cunt. Reaching
over, Cindy shut the magazine then laughed. As if the dog would understand what she
was doing. All she had to do was get off the bed and push him out. She should have
closed and locked the bedroom door anyway.
"Come on, Benito, come on, get out," Cindy said, swinging her legs over the side of the
bed and standing up shakily.
She was still a little dizzy from all the excitement of toying with herself. But soon she
would be back in bed, her fingers straying over her cunt, her eyes fastened on those
dirty pictures.
"Out!" She bent down to grab the German shepherd's collar.
He backed away, then twisted his head around and drew his sloppy tongue up one of
her inner thighs. Her knees buckled as a powerful spasm of lust shot through her cunt.


Chapter 2

"This is... is weird!" Cindy shook her head, drawing one hand over her forehead as she
stepped away from the panting animal. She was still burning down there, her knees
trembling while juice ran from her fuckhole and dribbled down her thighs.
The dog was staring at her. Displeasure suddenly turned to fear, and then panic, as she
stared back at the animal.
"No... get away from me, Benito!"
Cindy shrank away from the dog, her toes digging into the thick carpeting. She had
never felt completely at ease with the big dog. As he grew, he seemed so independent,
sometimes not even paying attention to her mother. Yet, her mother had insisted on
keeping the animal, insisting that two women alone needed some protection. Cindy had
reluctantly agreed, still eyeing the dog uneasily at times. Now she realized why. All that
nosing around when she was at the kitchen table trying to eat lunch or dinner – it had
been her cunt he'd been smelling, her pussy he'd been wanting!
"Get away!"
She pointed to the opened doorway, afraid to bend down now and drag him out. He
would touch her again with that awful tongue, drag it against her flesh and make her
feel that delicious feeling.
"No!"
Benito tilted his head, his belly heaving with his panting.
Cindy drew her hands to her tits, feeling terribly vulnerable, exposed. His big brown
eyes were glittering, almost laughing at her, having that same kind of intensity that stud
had in the magazine.
"No!"
He approached her, his eyes fastened on her cunt.
Cindy sucked in a ragged breath and backed away, feeling the mattress brushing up
against the backs of her legs. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide!
"Benito, bad dog, bad dog! Go back downstairs and leave me alone!"
Cindy tried to make her voice sound confident. But it was useless. The dog picked up
her nervousness, her fear.
And then suddenly he sprang forward, swarming around her legs.
"No!" Cindy was horrified, her eyes widening, her hands beating down at the growling
German shepherd.
She trembled, feeling his warm furry sides brushing up against her legs, feeling his
tongue sloshing around her flesh. And then there was the feel of his nose sliding
between her thighs, bumping her cunt mound.
Cindy stiffened, nearly falling to the floor because of that touch. She tried kicking at
him. But Benito moved back, barking loudly, his body bowed toward the floor while his
fore paws were stretched out in front of him.
"This... this can't be happening to me," she whispered, pushing one hand through her
hair.
Cindy stumbled forward, hoping to pass by the animal and get out into the hall. Once
there she could run to the bathroom, run somewhere to get away from the sex-crazed
animal. He wanted to get at her, to get at her the way that man was getting at the
woman in the magazine! Humped by a dog! The thought echoed in her mind, making
her sick with worry!
"Oooooooh!" Cindy could feel his breath panting against her flesh as he trotted in front
of the door, bracing his paws to either side of his body, blocking her escape.
She stopped dead in her tracks, cupping her hands and putting them against her
mouth. She was moaning low in terror, her eyes wide, her heart beating so hard she
thought it would surely tear right through her ribs!
Slowly, Cindy backed away, one hand behind her now for balance. "Oh please,
please..."
Benito came toward her again, his head low, his black lips pulled back to reveal a
double row of criss-crossed fangs glistening with spit. A low, throaty growl came from
his throat, the kind of growl that made the hair on the back of Cindy's neck stand up
on end. Dobermans, she knew, sometimes turned on their masters. But German
shepherds?
"God, don't... don't hurt me!" she pleaded.
He jumped at her, his forepaws striking the fronts of her thighs. In a second Cindy
found herself back on the bed, her shoulders near the crushed pillow. The magazine
slid off the mattress and fell onto the floor from the force of her fall.
Crawling back on her elbows, the girl dragged her heels over the side of the mattress,
shaking the hair from her eyes. In another moment the dog was on the bed, his big
body contrasting so sharply with hers. He sat there on his haunches, his eyes staring
straight into hers, his tongue hanging out, dripping with saliva, his chest heaving
mightily.
And there between his hindquarters was something growing, something dark red
slithering out of his furry cock sheath. Cindy knew what it was, and she edged back a
little farther, panic making her throat dry and sour.
"No, no..."
Raped by a dog! Her mind spun dizzyingly as she thought of the horrible consequences.
"Get away from me."
But instead of becoming wild, Benito suddenly whimpered. His head dropped, his
forepaws stretching out a little and brushing up against her thighs. He was starting to
lick her now, dragging his tongue around her knee, then moving it up, up toward her
cunt.
Cindy had curled her fingers and now was tearing the nails against the coverlet. It was
getting so mixed up, so confusing! If only she had a moment or two to get her mind
together. But everything was moving so fast, so quickly for the girl. She shivered,
feeling so weak, so damned weak and yet, excited!
She was giving into the animal, letting him touch her, letting his tongue go on and on,
coming closer and closer to her pussy!
"Stop it..."
But her words had no conviction. Her shoulders were shaking so hard. And that
swelling ball of heat in her belly was making her so weak, so very, very weak, taking
away what strength she had.
"No... oh no..."
Cindy found herself dropping back onto the mattress. Everything was so unreal,
dreamlike. This wasn't really happening. None of it was really happening. The
magazine, her finger-fucking, everything was like something out of an erotic daydream.
Cindy was flat on the bed now, drawing her knees up, spreading them apart, feeling the
resulting tension pull her cuntlips stickily apart once more. Only this time it wasn't her
finger growing closer to her fuzzy slit.
"Benito..."
Cindy's reluctance to let the dog touch her was melting away. She closed her eyes,
clawing the wrinkled coverlet more frantically. Slowly she rolled her head from side to
side, strands of her blonde hair clinging to the sides of her mouth. Her ass moved over
the bedspread, the silky material somehow making her cunt hotter at its touch.
And there was Benito, his hot breath panting against her shivering thighs, his tongue
slicking up and down, leaving long trails of spittle on her flesh.
"No, no..."
Cindy was breathing with wheezing sounds. Her knees were shaking violently as the
dog's tongue edged up to her cunt, drew back, then edged up once more. He was
playing with her, toying with her.
"Ohhhh... ohhhhh... th-there, Benito, touch me... touch me there!" she panted,
wallowing her shoulders and back frantically against the mattress.
The dog's touch was driving her up the wall!
And then he touched her cunt, actually touched her pussy with his tongue! That
scalding, mind-bending pressure was more than she could stand. Cindy arched her
back, feeding her cunt to the maddened animal.
"Ohhhhhhhh! God, there... oh, God!"
She was shouting now, not caring if the neighbors could hear her cries of ecstasy as the
animal went wild on top of her. She heard his panting, heard the slick clicking of his
tongue over her flesh, felt his hot spit dripping down her thighs.
"Benito... no, no, you can't... you can't do this to me!"
One wet lick rubbed over her clit, and the teen bit blood from her lips. The bed was
squeaking and groaning under her twisting body as before.
The headboard was clattering against the wall, threatening to crack the plaster. It was a
dog between her legs burrowing his snout... she couldn't think of it!
"Nooooo!"
Benito was pressing harder.
Cindy felt her asscheeks tighten, relax, then tighten again. She was flexing her thighs,
growing hotter and hotter. It was wrong, so wrong to let something like this happen.
But Cindy just couldn't back away from the dog. The touch of his tongue, the feel of
his warm body against hers, was so good, so deliciously, so terribly good!
"Ohhhh... uhhhh..."
In a moment Cindy found herself back on her elbows once more, watching him lick her
pussy.
His head was bobbing back and forth, his big bushy gray tail wagging from side to side,
brushing over her toes. His ears were flattened back while his eyes were half closed. His
tongue flicked in and out, back and forth, curling around all the bumps and slick
hollows of her pussy, making them itch and burn. It was just friction, the touch of one
wet warm surface against another. That was the only way she could think of it without
worrying about losing her mind. It was so good, so much better than her fingers
working around and around her virgin cunt.
Cindy let out another shuddery gasp and fell back on the bed, her eyes staring blankly
at the ceiling. She was losing her mind. It was so good, so much better than her fingers
working around and around her virgin cunt.
Cindy let out another shuddery gasp and fell back on the bed, her eyes staring blankly
at the ceiling. She was losing her mind, had to be losing her mind to let something like
this happen!
"Uhhhhhh!"
That hot feeling was coming back to her cunt once more. She was rocketing up toward
a climax. She was going to cum in a dog's mouth! Somehow that idea added more spice
to her wild thoughts. She closed her eyes, tensing her asscheeks, the slick sounds of
Benito's tongue echoing madly in her ears. Tongued by a dog!
"God!" she cried, her face red and pinched, a mask of wild lust.
Cindy was shoving her hips forward and up, spinning out of control. The dog
whimpered in response and slid the long tip of his snout from side to side. Cindy cried
wildly, feeling her inner cuntlips open wide apart.
It had to be a wild dream. Again and again she thought about this whole scene being a
wild erotic fantasy from which she'd awaken in a cold sweat.
"Uhhhh..."
But it was all too real. She felt the dog's tongue, felt her own reaction to it. It was so
good, so wonderful. In her mind she thought of that man, thought of that look in his
eye, the way his prick looked standing straight out from his hairy groin so thick and
hard and long! And the way the woman was staring at him, staring as if she'd found the
answer to all her problems.
"Ohhhhh..."
Benito had stopped for a moment, opening his jaws wide and pressing his fangs into
the flesh of her upper thigh.
Cindy stopped breathing, arching her back once more, clawing desperately at the
sheets. What a sensation that was, somewhere between pain and wild ecstasy! The girl
cried out, bouncing her ass wildly on the mattress. He let go, biting up a little higher,
then smoothing over the area that still showed his teeth marks with his tongue. It was
going to drive her mad!
"Nooooo!" Cindy sobbed, rolled to her side on the bed.
The pillow was pressed up against her mouth. She chewed at the soft material, jerking
her hips back and forth in fucking movements. The dog grunted with excitement,
shoving his snout against the glistening, tender surfaces of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh..."
Cindy was going mad. She had to be. She loved the sensation of his claws gouging
against her thighs, the feel of his nose moving up and down her fuckslot. His tongue
lolled sloppily over and over her pussy, spreading her pussylips apart, petting her clit
again and again.
The girl rolled back onto her ass, kicking her leg out, fanning her toes apart until they
cramped. She was going to make it, going to cum!
Pressing her head back against the pillow, humping her thighs up and down, rubbing
her hands frantically against her belly, Cindy felt herself teetering on the brink of
madness. There was a fiery explosion down between her thighs, an explosion and fire
that spread to all parts of her body.
Someone was screaming. That someone was her as she thrashed and beat at the bed
with her fists. Cumming! She was cumming! Cindy could hear the slick sounds of
Benito's tongue against her cunt. It sucked and clicked with each movement she made.
And she couldn't stop moving. There was another scream, another howl of delight as
spasm after spasm rushed through her cunt.
"Yagggghhhh... ughhhhhh... ohhhhh my God!"
Nothing in her life could have equaled the power, the overwhelming sense of coming to
pieces she felt now. The room seemed to explode in a riot of sounds and colors as
Cindy humped her cunt desperately against the German shepherd's sucking mouth. For
moments the world stopped existing. All that existed was her and the dog, her and
Benito pitching and tossing in her bed.
When it was over, Cindy rolled back onto her left side, drawing her knees up to her
belly. She tried to catch her breath, calm down, stop her mind from the reeling course it
had taken in the past few moments. The dog had slipped from the bed and trotted
around, tilting his head up and licking her fingers.
"Ohhhhh..." Cindy drew her hand away as if it had been touched by a hot pan.
Scooting back, she grabbed the pillow and tucked it protectively in front of her pussy
and tits. Even now, coming down from her sexual high, Cindy realized she had crossed
some sort of boundary, one most women never dared approach. And she had never
been to bed with a man!
"Get... away from me," she said, staring angrily at the big German shepherd.
Benito hesitated for a moment.
When Cindy made a move as if to get up and strike him, the animal backed down,
tucking his tail between his hindquarters and slinking from the bedroom.
"Oh God... God..." She sat up, holding her face in both hands.
Glancing back down, she saw the magazine on the floor. Quickly she scooped up the
journal, sliding it under the covers, still feeling a warm tight sensation between her legs.
"I must... must be going crazy," she whispered, getting up and stumbling out into the
hall.
Her mother wouldn't be home for some time now, There would be enough time for her
to gather her mind together, to figure out what to do. Her mother, no one must know
about what had happened here.
Good. Benito wasn't anywhere around. She tip-toed down the darkened hall to the
bathroom, shutting the door quickly behind her and locking it. Standing there, staring
at her lust-swollen face in the cabinet mirror, Cindy still tried getting a grip on herself.
Awful! And yet she had let it happen, as if it were the most natural thing in the world!
"God!"
She would be more careful the next time. And perhaps she could convince her mother
to get rid of the dog. Yes, that was it! Get rid of Benito, get rid of her guilt.
Stepping into the tub and turning on the shower, Cindy let the cleansing spray wash
over her body, wishing the water could clean away what had happened to her.


Chapter 3

Men, they all want one thing and then... Betty Williams tossed her purse on the couch,
clasping her hands together and pressing fingertips to her lips. Jack Brannon! The way
he kept staring at her, his eyes boring into hers, making her feel so damned hot down
there between her legs! It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair! She had told her boss about it,
but all he did was screw up his eyes and give her a questioning look. She knew what he
was thinking. Frigid!
"Men," she whispered, her voice shakier than she would have liked it to be.
When Phil walked out on her five years ago, Betty swore that she would have nothing
to do with men ever again in her life. She had a teenaged daughter to support with no
help from her philandering husband. All he could do well was drink, their honeymoon
being over almost before it started. Well, good riddance, and good riddance to any man
who thought he could curl his finger and lure her between the sheets.
"Damn!" Betty leaned against the sofa, closing her eyes, feeling that damned electric
tingle rushing up and down her inner thighs once more.
She thought she'd managed to control herself! All these years the woman thought she
had successfully packed away her emotions, shelved her desires. There wasn't any need
for men any more. She had no intention of marrying, or for that matter taking a lover.
Men were nothing but trouble, brought her nothing but heartaches in the end.
But the memory of Jack staring at her returned. Those wicked black eyes zooming in
for a closeup of her body whenever she got up from her desk and walked across the
room. She felt his eyes undressing her, feeling her body up and down. How she both
loathed and loved the feel of his look burning through her clothing! "No... no more."
Betty wiped her fingertips over her burning forehead, feeling some strength return to
her. She couldn't think of sex any more. It was out of the question, out of her life. She
had her daughter to worry about. Cindy.
Betty had heard all those stories about teenaged promiscuity, about girls doing all kinds
of things with boys and their parents never suspecting. She wondered if her daughter
was fooling around with boys. Would she come home one day with a hang-dog
expression, announcing she was pregnant?
The thought kept Betty awake night after night. How could she talk about this with her
daughter without offending her? She and Cindy had begun to drift from one another.
Footsteps! Cindy was upstairs. She had to get a grip on herself. Cindy couldn't see her
in this condition!
"Mom?"
Betty shook her head, rubbing her fingertips briskly over her forehead. "Yes, dear, I'm
home!"
"I had some trouble with Benito today." Cindy slipped down the stairs, her perky face
looking a little troubled.
"Did he upset the neighbor's garbage cans again?" Betty asked, finding her hands were
shaking.
Betty rubbed sweaty palms against her sides and walked to the other end of the room to
the wet bar. Her cunt felt so hot, so very, very moist. When she moved her legs, her
cuntlips rubbed together and hot juice seeped out. This was the worst it had felt in a
long time. Maybe it as the worse ever. That damned Jack! She wished she had enough
money to turn right around and quit!
"No..." Cindy was fighting for her breath.
She could sense her mother was preoccupied with something else, and for once she was
glad of that. She reached the bottom of the stairs and still held onto the wooden rail
with one hand, biting her lower lip, unsure of what to say next. She could hear Benito
in the kitchen. If he were to come in now and start nosing around her legs, she'd die of
shame!
"Then, what did he do?" Betty mixed herself a tall vodka tonic, putting the glass to her
lips and feeling the burning liquid trickle down her throat.
"He... he bit me."
Betty arched one eyebrow, pressing the cold glass against one cheek and studying her
daughter. Cindy was bothered about some thing. Perhaps the dog was getting out of
control. She'd noticed he'd been acting strangely lately. "Where?"
Cindy felt her mind spinning around and around. She couldn't show her mother where
his fangs had sunk. What could she say, how could she explain teeth marks all the way
up on her thigh without arousing suspicion?
"He bit me, on the leg."
Cindy felt she was losing ground fast. She always felt like that when her mother gave
her that inquiring look.
"Show me," her mother said.
Betty was smiling slightly. Cindy hated that smile, that near sneer of superiority. She
knew her mother really didn't mean it. But it just came out that way.
"Well, it didn't leave any marks."
"I don't understand. If Benito didn't leave a mark on you, then he wasn't really biting.
He was probably just wanting to play."
Cindy knew she lost. She didn't really think she'd win without telling her mother the
whole truth. And how could she do that without losing her self-respect?
"I... I guess so," she muttered, pulling at her shorts.
Cindy had stayed in the shower for a long time, rubbing the sudsy soap over her
swollen cunt. Again and again she had tried to blot out the memory of the German
shepherd's tongue rubbing over her pussy. But she could still feel it, still feel the dog's
furry warm sides pressing against her inner thighs, his tail brushing over her toes. It
was wrong, terribly wrong. She had done something people only spoke about in
whispers. It was wrong. Yet she felt so good.
Cindy was mixed up, confused. She wanted her mother to get rid of the dog so she
could Straighten out her mind. Her mother had refused, throwing her back into the
whirlpool of confusion.
"Now get ready for dinner. I'll feed Benito if you're too nervous," Betty said, setting
down her drink and backing into the kitchen.
Cindy walked into the living room, feeling as if she were losing her grip on herself.
That damned dog! He was doing this to her, and there was nothing in the world she
could do about it!
She sat on a sofa flipping through several magazines, her mind a million miles away.
Again and again she thought of Benito, of the way he'd looked at her when he jumped
on the bed, cornering her, pinning her down against the mattress while he began
licking her cunt up and down! How she had loved it! How she had wallowed her
shoulders against the mattress, clawing the coverlet, pounding the backs of her naked
legs against the bed while the rushing feeling of climax swept over her!
If only she could drive that memory out of her mind! Maybe Chuck Hennessey could
help her. Cindy smiled, closing the magazine and laying it down on her lap. She felt
that concentrated burning sensation in her pussy. Chuck. If she had the courage to go
right up and start talking to him, she knew he'd ask her out!
"Dinner's ready, dear."
Cindy rose from the sofa, wiping her palms on her shorts.
Dinner went smoothly, Betty talking about her job with Cindy saying little, attempting
to look interested while her mind wavered between the dog and the boy. It was late
when they finished, Cindy saying something about doing some studying before going to
bed while Betty decided to watch some television. When her daughter had gone upstairs
and locked the door behind her, Betty opened the back door and let Benito in.
"Oh, poor Benito. You've been acting strangely lately. You can't bite Cindy that way.
She's frightened of you," Betty said in a gentle voice, watching him nosing around the
kitchen floor.
He pushed around his dinner dish, then twisted his head and lapped up the last of the
meat. Betty watched for several seconds, fascinated by the dog's movement. Then,
turning off the lights, she sauntered into the living room, flicking on the television and
sitting down on the sofa.
It would be another night, another eventless evening like all the others in her life. Betty
picked up a magazine and began leafing through it as the dumb tube droned on in
front of her.
Benito trotted in, standing in the doorway for a moment, then he walked slowly up to
Betty, his bushy tail straight out, then drooping between his hind legs.
"I've got you here, Benito. That's all that matters. You'll protect me, won't you?" She
scratched him behind the ears, enjoying the furry feel.
The dog twisted his head around and began licking her wrist. It always felt good to be
wanted, to be needed, she guessed. Her hand moved over the dog's thick coat as she
watched some television detective make another successful bust. It was so dreary, so
monotonous. Always the same kind of program to match the same, dreary evenings she
had planned for herself.
Her fingers were scratching Benito's coat a little more quickly, somewhat harder. Benito
whimpered, then he turned around and rested one paw against her thigh.
Betty stiffened, her shoulders squaring as she drew her knees together.
"No, Benito," she said, reaching down and pushing his paw away.
The program was ending. She'd get up, turn off the set and trundle off to bed to face
another day of all those leering stares. She had to remember to check the eggs and get
the poacher ready for breakfast tomorrow.
Starting to get up, Betty was checked by a series of growls coming from the big dog.
Benito wasn't letting her move.
"Benito!"
She felt something like fear ripple up and down her spine. The dog was staring at her.
It was more than a little disconcerting. Betty drew back against the couch, feeling her
spine pressing against the pillow.
"No, Benito, bad dog. Come on, let me up and I'll give you more food." She tried to
keep her voice steady.
But Benito wasn't moving. He kept growling, staring at her.
And then... and then he moved again, shoving his head under her skirt and lapping at
her thighs.
Betty was shocked into paralysis for several seconds! Never had she contemplated
anything like this happening in her life! She stared in open-mouthed horror at the dog,
watched him pushing in farther, raising the hem of her skirt, lapping her flesh hungrily
with that awful tongue of his! "No!"
Betty nearly screamed, kicking one leg out. She covered her mouth with both hands,
terrified that her cry would attract Cindy's attention.
"Get away from me, Benito," she hissed.
But the dog wasn't moving away. He whined excitedly through his nostrils, twisting his
head this way and that, licking her thighs higher and higher until Bety found her
breathing had become labored.
"Oh no, no... this can't... can't be happening to me!"
It was insane, crazy, for the dog to be acting like this! His touch gave her a chill, a rush
of horror, yet she also felt excited. Her sandals slipped from her feet as she slid across
the sofa, her hands on the big dog's neck.
"No, no, get away from me."
Betty pushed down hard, trying to close her knees together, trying to push the animal
way from her body. He kept growling, kept licking at her.
Betty shook her head violently from side to side, her blonde hair splashing over her
throat. She wanted to scream that she wasn't that kind of woman, wasn't that kind of
slut who let animals touch her body like that.
But now... now she was alone in her living room, her daughter upstairs, while her dog
was touching her, licking her as if she were his bitch!"
"Wrong... it's wrong, Benito, you can't... can't do this," she breathed.
The effect of his touch was electric. She could sense the tension in her body building,
feeling her nipples standing up while her clit popped up from the surrounding moist
pussy flesh.
She was aroused, a fully excited woman wanting satisfaction.
"Oh, oh..." Her panting breaths echoed through the living room as the dog smelled her
hot crotch and pushed his snout farther up between her legs.
Betty stopped fighting now, stopped trying to push the animal way from her. Her hands
still rested on Benito's neck, fingers curling around the fur in a kind of caress. She felt
her skirt hiking up higher and higher, nearly to her waist. He was all the way up to the
damp crotch panel of her panties.
"No, no! Oh God, I won't... won't let it happen... I won't."
But it was as if some dark force had taken charge of her. It was as if it would have been
a sin not to move, not to put her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and
push them down off her ass, over her knees, over her ankles.
Now her panties were laying there, a useless bundle of juice-dampened nylon.
Benito stared at the wadded-up panties, then twisted his proud head back around,
looking at the dark blonde cuntal curls damp with her juices. His nostrils quivered.
Betty watched all this as if she were somehow detached from it all. Still, she could feel
the rushing thrills of sexual delight taking her on a wild roller-coaster ride of delight.
"No, oh nooo..."
But her pleas were lies. She knew it in her heart.
The woman was rocking her hips against the sofa cushions, feeling the heat spreading
like a fire through her body.
Cindy wouldn't come downstairs now. The girl was probably fast asleep, thinking about
boys while her mother was downstairs taking on a German shepherd. Betty started to
laugh, that laughter turning into a cry as the dog dropped his head into her cuntal
thicket and began licking.
"Ohhh... uhhhhhhh..."
She was doing the sort of things those whores do. More musky juice was oozing out,
leaking out to dot her blonde cunt curls.
And Benito was licking it up, touching her all over, whimpering and growling with
excitement!
"Uhhhhhh..."
Betty felt herself kicking away the morality she'd so carefully constructed all these years.
It was madness, sheer insanity to be doing something like this... especially in her own
home. But it was happening right under her daughter's nose.
Her breathing became shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head against the
back of the sofa. Her hands trembled against the dog's head, the heat between her
spread thighs increasing more and more until she thought her pussy just couldn't warm
up any more.
"Oh no, no, you can't... can't do this to me... oh please," she moaned, scratching the
dog lovingly behind his ears.
Betty curled her toes until they cramped, rubbing the tips against the carpeting while
her ass rocked on the couch cushions. It was all so lovely, so delicious. Every inch of
her body seemed alive with sensation!


Chapter 4

"Ohhhhh... oh, Benito, you're so... you're so good," she whispered, careful not to raise
her voice.
Betty was shuffling her bare feet against the rug, feeling the sexy rub of the piling
against her soles. She was grabbing at the German shepherd's thick coat frantically
now, her head tilted back, her mouth lolling open with spittle oozing from one corner.
It was a revelation – this touch, this wonderful wet, licking touch from the big dog.
And the sensation of his heavy breath panting against her inner thighs nearly made her
faint with arousal! "God!"
Back and forth his tongue went, sloshing up one cuntlip, then down another. Never
had her husband ever touched her pussy with his mouth.
Betty giggled nervously, letting her knees drop wider apart for the licking dog's mouth.
If only Phil could see her now, stretched out on the couch, panties wadded on the floor
while her pet was busily feeding on her cunt!
"Ooooohhhh!"
Betty slid back and to one side, stretching her legs even farther apart for the animal.
She was dizzy, and so high, so damned sexually high. The woman let out another low
groan, feeling the dog's muzzle prodding her hungrily between her thighs. It was
wonderful, so wonderful!
"Mmmmmmmm..."
Betty loved feeling the velvety wetness of her pussy exposed like this. It was such a
change from her puritan attitude of moments ago. Perhaps it was the contrast, the
delight in doing evil to her own moral laws that added to her lewd excitement. She
didn't know. She didn't care. All she cared about was the way Benito slopped his
tongue, making her feel so warm and squirmy all over.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, you damned animal! Lick me... lick me off," she hissed, feeling so
wicked while pronouncing those shameful words.
The animal whined in response, his nose sticking under her hot cunt mound. He was
whimpering, wiggling his strong body back and forth as he squatted between her
shivering thighs.
Betty groaned, snapping her head from side to side, finding it more and more difficult
to breathe!
"Ooooohhh..."
The first touch of his tongue had made her stomach turn over in fear. But now, that
was over. That had passed. The initial terror, the first horror of letting the dog tongue
her cunt, had evaporated. In its stead was a wild delight, the wish to be ravished by this
beast, to have his tongue licking her pussy until she climaxed in his mouth!
The wilder his tonguing became, the more insane her thoughts. She was opening her
pussy completely to him. Her knees had fallen apart. Betty could feel her juice mix with
the doggie spit trickling down her thighs, oozing into her asscrack, wetting the cushions
beneath her.
Closing her eyes, she had a confused series of images race through her mind. She
thought of her husband Phil, of his fat cock, of the way he used to dangle it in front of
her face and force her to suck it even when she swore it would make her sick. And then
he would fuck her like a savage, pounding her pussy with that prick as if it were a
battering ram. She would sob and cry, pummeling him with her fists. And yet she loved
that brutality, that near-rape in her own bed!
Then she thought of dogs, dogs fucking on the lawns, dogs fucking in the gutter, dogs
fucking her. She pictured herself naked and crouched on all fours near some bushes,
her cunt burning, smelling of arousal while sex-hungry male dogs skulked around her,
their knobby cocks sliding from their sheaths, their tongues hanging out while they
growled threateningly at one another. One of them, just one of them, was all she
wanted!
The images shifted once more, and she pictured Jack at the office, that fat roll of
cockmeat she'd seen cradled in his trousers getting stiff, sticking straight out from
between his halved trousers, his pulpy bulbous prickhead drooling with pre-cum.
"Ooooohhhh!"
All her sexual fantasies came tumbling out like beans from an overturned jar. Betty
thought she was going out of her mind. Her
body was bouncing, thrashing on the couch, while the German shepherd's tongue
licked busily up and down, up and down over her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm..."
Each lick brought more floods of wild feeling from her body. The images in her mind
became more bizarre, more twisted and warped.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried in increasing intensity.
Once more Betty struggled to keep her moans down. Yet, that licking, that wonderful
licking was driving her mad!
The dog was nuzzling his black nose between her cuntlips now. In a flash Betty realized
he was smelling her, tasting her as well.
Gently, delicately, his long tongue petted her inner cuntlips, stroking her clit until she
thought she was going to pass out from the sensation.
She shuddered, closing her eyes tightly while grinding her teeth together. That hot
rushing feeling preceding a climax was there, taking away her will and strength, turning
her into a sex machine!
"Benito... Benito," she sighed, her mind racing so fast she couldn't think straight.
A dog was between her legs! Yes, it was really happening. At one moment she had
wanted to push the dog away. Now Betty wanted to hug him, draw him close, never let
him go. It was so confusing, so damned muddled!
"Ohhhhhh..."
She felt the dog between her shivering white legs. And yet it was somehow better if she
kept her eyes closed. The wild sexual hunger of her body seemed to force everything
out of her consciousness except the desire of making that sensation feel even better.
She was consumed by this want, needed it. All those dreadful years of denial, all those
years when she didn't even want to think about sex, were now taking their toll. She
twisted and writhed under the dog now, not caring what the consequences were. All she
wanted was satisfaction, the satisfaction that had been eluding her for the past five
years!
"Oooooohhhh... God!"
It was unbelievable! Betty lay on the couch, her head resting on one of the throw
pillows while her knees still sagged apart. She was tensing her buttocks, tightening her
thigh and ass muscles while hunching her cunt up to him. she was fucking his mouth,
actually fucking his mouth!
Benito growled, shoving his snout deeper into her cuntal slit. The sensation of those
short bristly hairs around his muzzle against the slick bumps and hollows of her
pussymeat drove her mad! And how tightly her cuntlips fitted around his pointed
snout!
"Yaggghhhhh..." Betty jerked her ass up once more, giving the dog more of her cunt to
eat.
Again he whimpered, pleased at the woman's frantic excitement. He was bathing the
bottom curves of her ass now with his hot tongue, lapping back, back into the split of
her asscheeks. She felt him edging that tongue back to her asshole! He was better than
her husband had ever been.
"Yes, oh yessss..."
Betty felt so wet, so damned wet and warm back there! She rocked her body from side
to side, her nipples scratching at her bra. If only she had the strength, she would strip
naked right then and there, let the dog touch her all over! But there was no time. She
knew her climax was just around the corner, just about to happen. She panted heavily,
unconsciously matching her breathing with that of the dog's.
"Good doggie, good... uhhhh... good doggie, lick Betty... ohhhhhhh yesssss, right... right
there!"
More than once the woman had second feelings about all of this. More than once she
tried to fight up through the lust she felt overwhelming her. It was dangerous to be like
this, to be out of control. But the touch of the dog's tongue, the feel of his body
pressing up against hers while her cunt fitted so nicely around his muzzle, stopped any
thought about getting away. She didn't want him to leave her now, to slide off the
couch and leave her hanging high and dry. She had gone too far. She needed release,
that release a climax would give her. It had been so long since she'd had a climax.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Just thinking about it rushed the woman that much faster on the path to orgasm. She
curled her fingers behind Benito's furry ears and humped her back, pressing her cunt
against his muzzle. That pink tongue, that wonderful hot, wet pink tongue drove up
and down, up and down her cuntal crack. It was sooooo good, so shamelessly good!
Her clit burned strangely from the steady licking friction. And how sensitive her flesh
was, alive to the slightest touch! She fanned her fingers out along Benito's neck, raising
her feet from the couch.
"Ooooohhh!"
She was raising her legs, spreading them in a missionary position. Every part of her
cunt was peeled back now, every inch of her thighs surrendered completely to the big
dog.
Benito whimpered, nuzzling and licking and pressing his cold nose against her soaking
cunt. Betty gasped and babbled, rocking her body madly from side to side.
"God, God! Ohhhh..."
The stiff tickle of his coat against her thighs made her throw her head to the side as she
moved her ass up and down, up and down, faster and faster. She twisted it first to one
side, then to the other, feeling the dog's teeth brushing against her cuntlips!"
"Uhhhh... ooooohhh!"
Betty didn't care about anything any more. She could have died doing this and it would
have been the climax of her life!
"Nooooo..."
Her voice was growing louder by the second. But she didn't care. Let her daughter
come down and investigate. Let her find her mother thrashing on the couch with their
dog, his tongue buried in her cuntal slit!
"Uhhhhhh..."
Soon, very, very soon!
The chilly rushes of climactic heat were starting up! She could feel them beginning
somewhere deep in her belly. Betty felt her cunt muscles contracting almost painfully,
milking the dog's probing tongue, milking it as if it were a cock!
"Uhhhhhh... oooohhh!"
Cock! Prick! If only she had a man's prick in her now! If only that awful Jack at work
were fucking her, pinning her down with his thick-muscled legs while his cock reamed
out her pussy! How she wanted him, how she needed him! "Uhhhh!"
Betty felt herself teetering on the feverish edge of climax. Kicking her legs high, fanning
her toes until they cramped, she tossed and turned on the couch, her left knee pressing
hard against the backrest.
"Oh God, now, now!" she shouted.
Betty went wild for a moment, pitching on the couch, bucking her ass against Benito's
jaws. His teeth cut her slightly, and that sharp tickle brought out more babbling groans
from her throat. Betty pulled at his fur with her fingers, pulling him more tightly
against her ass. Scissoring her legs lightly around his lower humping back, she kept
pumping her body up and down, up and down, milking as much pleasure as she could
from the dog without scaring him away.
"Ohhh... ahhhhhhh!"
Betty tossed her head in wild abandon, feeling the silky sensation of her hair splashing
over her throat and face. A man would love to see her this way-pinned down, helpless
in her orgasmic throes, her body bucking out of control. Yes, Jack would love to be on
too of her. Throwing in his cockmeat, inches and inches of cockmeat into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Betty quivered, throbbed.
She bucked her body so wildly that she thought for a moment she and the animal
would roll off the couch.
Benito stayed with her, licking and nuzzling her, panting his hot breath against her
convulsing pussy. More and more hot juice flowed from her cunt, wetting down his
snout.
"Oh no, no, nooooo..." She wailed, thinking of her daughter again and stifling the
groaning sounds as best she could with her free hand.
The dog kept licking her as her climax peaked. Her cumming was achingly slow. She
just couldn't get enough friction. If only she had a prick, a cock inside her pussy,
rubbing against her clit, filling her cunt. That's what she needed! She had to have the
sensation of being filled, of her belly swelling with inches and inches of hot, throbbing
prickmeat!
That's what she loved so much about her damned husband Phil, bastard that he was!
He was hung, really super hung! When he fucked her, she couldn't stay still, wanting to
have all that prick in her forever! Betty remembered how good it had felt to get fucked,
really fucked!
"Oooooooohhhh!"
The woman jerked like a fish out of water. The waves of orgasm kept sweeping over
her.
When it was over, when she finally came to her senses, Betty blinked open her eyes and
found herself straddling the couch, one leg straight and dangling over the edge while
her arms lay at her sides.
"Damn... damn it!"
She thought of the way she'd been screaming out her lungs. Betty lay on the couch for
a few moments, carefully listening for any sounds that might indicate her daughter had
crept down to investigate and catch her in the act!
There was just the faint sound of rock and roll music coming from upstairs. Good!
Cindy had apparently been listening to the radio all along. Those dreadful songs had
finally served a purpose after all, drowning out her cries of delight as the dog licked her
off.
"Oooohh!"
Benito was lying down next to her on the floor.
Betty peered down, watching the sleepy dog's chest rise and fall with even breaths. A
swirl of vague thoughts began to wash over her. She gritted her teeth and shook them
away. She wasn't going to think of the guilt, of the consequences that might happen
because had let this animal touch her.
"God..."
She got up, rubbing her fingers over her forehead, shaking several stray strands of hair
from her face. She bet there were other cases of bored housewives doing this, going
down on their dogs. They just didn't walk about it to anyone, even their shrinks. She
wasn't the only one. She couldn't be!
"You crazy dog... you're crazy, you know that?" she said, her hps curling into a sleepy
smile as she rose from the sofa and looked down at the German shepherd.
Benito rolled his eyes up, his tail pounding the floor in response to her words.
Betty took a deep breath and held it.
"It's so wrong. I know that. It's so wrong, and yet... and yet I can't feel that way," she
said, speaking more to herself than to the animal. "Come on."
Betty moved back to the kitchen, pushing her dress down to her knees.
Benito roused himself from his prone position and trotted after her, his tail high in the
air. Betty opened the refrigerator and dug around in the back until she found some
steaks that she had taken from the freezer several days earlier to thaw. The dog looked
on, his tail wagging slowly back and forth in anticipation. Surely Cindy wouldn't guess
why one steak was missing – a kind of reward for services rendered. "Here..."
Betty unwrapped one piece of meat, bending down and laying it in Benito's dish. She
stood back, her hands crossed over her tits and watched as the animal began gnawing
savagely at the meat.
Wincing, the woman turned away and staggered back to the living room. She saw her
half-empty drink glass and grabbed it, moving back to the bar and mixing herself
another stiff vodka tonic. As she took a long sip, Betty wondered about the future,
about the dog. Perhaps she could get rid of the dog as Cindy suggested. Perhaps... well,
she would think about it tomorrow. There would be time enough for that.


Chapter 5

Three days had passed since Cindy's incident with the German shepherd.
Thinking quickly, Cindy had managed to hide that dirty book that had caused her so
much trouble, sneaking it from the house in her school books the following day to
return it to Teri.
Her girlfriend giggled when she took it back after lunch, asking Cindy if she liked it.
How she blushed at that question, dropping her eyes and shuffling her feet.
Right at that moment, just as if fate had planned it, Chuck Hennessey came waltzing
by, smiling at her, then sashaying by with his fingers jammed in his back pockets.
"That's it!" Terri suddenly blurted as Chuck turned the corner and headed toward the
gym. "That's the connection! He looks just like the guy in here," she said, patting her
notebook where the forbidden magazine was hidden. A secret smile crossed her lips as
she studied her friend closely. "And I'll just bet you had a good time with that
magazine."
Cindy felt herself reddening to the roots of her hair. How she hated that! She could
never stop herself from turning red with shame when embarrassed.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Cindy sniffed, slamming her locker a little
too hard. The combination lock slipped off and clattered to the tiled floor. Cindy could
have died!
"Well, you can deny it if you want. But you want to... to get laid by Chuck Hennessey,"
Teri whispered as they both dropped to the floor to pick up the lock.
Cindy bit her lower lip. No, she could never tell Teri about her session with Benito. No
one could learn about that! It was her little secret. But she just had to talk to somebody
about her feelings toward Chuck.
"Well... I don't know what to do... I mean, he's so good-looking and stuff and... and I
don't know how to get to know him. He's so quiet," Cindy confided, locking her locker
and holding her books up against her tits.
"I know how," Teri said, smiling slyly and taking her friend by the upper arm.
They walked past several other girls chatting nervously about the coming dance. Other
kids were threading their way through the crowd, trying to get to class on time.
"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.
"Listen. You know I've been dating Craig Williams."
"Yeah, you told me. He's not much, is he?" Cindy said, remembering conversations she
had with her best friend about the way he kissed and fumbled so badly in the back seat
of his car. Nothing happened, although Teri had hoped something would.
Both girls were simply dying to get laid, although they would have denied it even to
themselves most of the time.
"No," Teri sighed, looking around to make sure no one was listening to them as they
made their way to study hall. Several teachers walked by and smiled condescendingly at
the two girls. "I wish boys knew how to feel a girl up... like I feel up myself. Craig acts
like he's trying to change a spark plug or something. And he doesn't kiss much better."
"Well, he's better than nothing. That's what I've got," Cindy said sulkily, pushing the
image of Benito from her mind once more.
"I guess so. But anyway, he knows Chuck Hennessey real well. Their dads are in some
kind of partnership, or something, and they're always over one another's houses. I
could ask Craig to say something to Chuck – you know, doubling or something. If you
don't mind, that is."
Teri stopped in front of their classroom door. Kids were already sliding behind their
desks and opening books while attendance sheets were being passed around.
"Why didn't you say something before?" Cindy whispered, glancing inside to make sure
they wouldn't be late.
"I didn't know you had the hots for him... until now. Leave it to me," Teri said, slipping
into the room as the warning bell sounded.
"I... I don't know... I guess so," Cindy said, feeling her mind whirling about.
It seemed so forward, even though Teri was actually doing the footwork. Still, it was the
only she'd have a chance to meet Chuck. And she wanted to meet him and date him.
Several miles away Cindy's mother was having much the same problem. But she didn't
have a best friend to help her out. It was nearly two-thirty. Most of the office staff was
downstairs at an employee-enhancement lecture.
Betty was filing some insurance papers for her boss, having what seemed to be reams of
material to type up later while Jack Brannon was on the phone talking to some
insurance company.
His voice sounded so sure, so masculine, so sexy! Her fingers trembled, the papers
rattling in her hand. It was getting difficult to stick them in the right slots as she
listened to his voice. Damn! What had that dog done to her? She couldn't even keep
her mind on her job now.
As she moved, she could feel that wild rubbing of her cuntlips against one another, feel
her clit rising stiffly from the surrounding damp flesh. When Jack walked by this
morning, her pussy muscles had tightened, making her gasp for her breath. It was all
she could do to appear somewhat cool. Thank God Jack seemed to be busy today,
hardly paying attention to her.
"Thanks... talk to you later."
He was hanging up the phone, turning around in that big leather swivel chair of his
and staring at her!
Once more Betty felt his eyes burning through her clothes, undressing her, caressing
her flesh! Her knees were trembling as her clit knotted up in tension. Her tits were
itching so badly around her nipples! And so much heat was being generated as the
swollen lips of her cunt rubbed together!
"Hey, want some coffee?"
Betty glanced up at the clock. The lecture was scheduled for another thirty minutes!
Maybe she should leave, mumble out some excuse and slip from the office before
something happened.
"Uh... no, thanks. I've had too much already."
There was a short period of silence.
Then she heard the squeaking of his chair as he rose and began walking toward her.
Betty held her breath, resting her elbows against the opened file cabinet drawer and
trying to bring her mind and body under control.
"No need to be unfriendly about it."
His voice was caressing her, purring.
She felt her pussy swell more. A sudden glow washed over her body. In some
mysterious way her skin seemed to sense the heat radiating from him.
"I... I wasn't being unfriendly. I just don't like coffee," she said in as steady a voice as
possible. She still couldn't look at him.
"Well, I could give you other things."
Betty felt an answering sensation buckle the walls of her hot cunt.
"I... I don't know what you mean." Betty had never flirted before, and she certainly
couldn't be coy and fencing now Still she had to turn around and look at him. It was
becoming too obvious that she was avoiding his stare, and that could invite him to be
more aggressive.
Taking in another deep breath and exhaling it slowly, Betty put down the papers and
turned around, shaking several stray strand of hair from her face. God, he was so
handsome, so very, very handsome!
"Well?"
"I didn't know there was a question to be answered," she said cooly, her eyes dropping.
There was the unmistakable outline of his prick. She shivered, managing to regain
control without betraying herself... she thought.
"Not bad, not bad," he responded, arching his eyebrows and smiling more broadly.
He placed one hand near her, leaning forward toward the filing cabinet. She could hear
him breathing heavily, see his eyes dancing mischievously, almost feel his sexuality
pierce her.
"I've....got some work to do... please, Jack, I..."
"Work can wait," he said, shoving the drawer shut behind her.
"Stop it, Jack," Betty muttered, trying to smile playfuly.
"You've got some problems about... well," he said, chuckling softly and narrowing his
eyes, "we both know about what."
His words made her burn! Betty tried to counter his argument, but found her voice
paralyzed. All she could do was stand there, her back pressed against the filing cabinet
as chills swept over her body. His warm breath caressed her cheeks. He was going to
touch her, going to kiss her!
"No..."
It was such an effort to pronounce that word! And he didn't believe her. He was still
standing there, that awful mocking smile on his lips! "I'm not gonna hurt you." He was
leaning forward. Betty waited, expecting to feel a tongue being flicked into her ear. He
placed one arm around her, drawing her close.
"No!" Betty shouted as she pushed him away in a panic.
There were sounds of footsteps outside in the corridor. Someone was coming. Betty
broke free, knocking several papers she'd been filing onto the floor. They floated across
the polished tiles as Jack leaned heavily against the cabinet, smirking down at the
frantic Betty.
"Too bad you can't thaw out."
Betty fought to keep back the tears as she gathered the stray papers in her hands. Her
body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were ready to tear right through her bra.
And her cunt was so hot, so wet, so swollen! The lips of her pussy trembled while her
clit popped to the surface.
Standing up once more, Betty tapped the papers together, turning around and trying to
give Jack a cold, hard stare. It didn't work.
"You try to be all business. But we both know that's just not true," he said, arching his
eyebrow, then walking away as several co-workers filed into the large typing room.
Betty stood there, nearly tearing the papers apart as Jack kept staring at her, smiling
that awful cynical, mocking smile! In a dreadful moment she wondered about Jack's
cock about how big it was. She wondered if it was a long and thick as Phil's. How
would it feel squeezing through her cuntlips! Would he take a long time or would he...
"Something on your mind?"
Jack's voice was smooth.
Betty was embarrassingly aware that she'd been staring at the outline of his cock.
"No, nothing, nothing at all," she replied as cooly as she could. "I've got enough work
to keep me busy all day. And that's probably what you should be doing too."
Betty turned and kept her composure intact as long as she could. She heard Jack
sighing behind her, then watched as he marched back to his desk and picked up the
phone.
The rest of the day was ruined for her. Betty sat at her desk, stealing glances at Jack,
feeling her body shiver whenever he looked back at her and smiled. He knew her story
all right, and he was going to pursue her.
Would she invite him home, drum up some story to get Cindy out of the house so she
could be at home with her new lover? Would he show her all the things she'd been
daring to do but was always afraid of?
Betty brushed the thoughts from her mind. That kind of thinking would only lead to
trouble! She had to be cool, calm, as her daughter would say. She wasn't going to let
Jack get to her, although one part of her kept pushing her toward him.
Jack left early. When it was five, Betty shut off her typewriter and slipped her jacket on,
still feeling those wild sexy shivers racing up and down her pussy. It was so hard to
walk with her cunt on fire!
At every step along the hall, she expected Jack to come bolting out, stopping her,
blocking her way to the elevator, perhaps even dragging her to one of the empty offices
on the floor and raping her right then and there. The thought of him pushing her
around, tearing off her clothes and fucking her whether she wanted it or not took her
breath away. She stood in front of the elevator, half wanting to feel a set of hands clamp
over her mouth and drag her away.
But nothing happened.
The trip down to her car, the walk in the garage, the drive home, were all too familiar,
all too ordinary. Betty stepped from her car, slamming the door shut, feeling her heart
sink when she contemplated another evening in front of the television alone.
"Hi, Mom, something wrong?
Cindy had cooked dinner. Usually that meant she wanted something.
"No, just a hard day, dear."
Betty slipped off her jacket, watching as her daughter moved about the kitchen finishing
the final touches on the meal. Cindy was get ting to be quite an attractive young
woman And men would be following her all around the town, just as Jack was pursuing
her. Betty frowned. Would Cindy have the same problems? Were men perhaps
bothering her already? She didn't know. Cindy seemed to be awfully tight-lipped on the
subject. Of course Betty wasn't exactly open about sex herself. It was just so damned
difficult to talk to her daughter about things like fucking when she knew so little
herself! "So, what's the occasion tonight?"
Cindy hesitated as she set the table, carefully laying down the utensils and turning to
face her mother.
"I know it's mid-week, and you've had a kind of policy about me dating and all that
but..."
"I don't want you going out until the weekend, Cindy," Betty said, her eyes narrowing.
Betty felt her pulse racing. She inhaled slowly, trying to get control of herself. It was
Jack who was making her feel this way.
"Mother! Lots of girls do it. And don't worry, I've done my homework already. We got
off early today and I've been studying. It's a double date... with Teri and her boyfriend.
Nothing's... nothing's wrong," Cindy said, half believing the lie. "I don't mean there is,"
Betty said, feeling a little calmer. "It's just that... I don't know." Betty lowered her gaze.
It was so much simpler when she was a young girl. Now there was sex, drugs, and God
only knows what else floating around so easily for kids to mess around with. "It's just
that... I don't know what you... what you do on a date."
Cindy frowned. "You want to know if I've been to bed with a guy yet?"
The words shocked both of them. Cindy had blurted it out unthinkingly, regretting her
words the moment she had spoken them.
Betty reddened, swallowing hard as she stared back at her daughter.
"Well?" Cindy asked, pushing the question, trying to affect a bored expression.
"No... that's... that's not my concern... not really, unless something happens," Betty
stammered, feeling she was losing around with her daughter. Should she relent? Should
she let her go out on a mid-week date! Shouldn't she let her daughter have fun?
Benito scratched suddenly on the kitchen door. He had been outside, and now he was
attracted to the house by the sounds of their voices.
Cindy cringed, her elbow knocking over a water glass.
"I'd better let him in," Betty said in a strained foice. "I don't want him howling until the
neighbors call the pound."
"Oh..."
"Something wrong, honey?" Cindy's eyes were big as the door opened.
"No, nothing," she said, bending down and wiping up the kitchen table.
Betty opened the door. When Benito swirled around her ankles and began putting his
nose between her thighs, she smacked him hard on the nose, pointing in the direction
of the living room.
"Go and lay down," she said breathlessly, shamed beyond belief that the dog had tried
to pull something that openly erotic right in front of her daughter! Betty's eyes met her
daughter's, but Cindy quickly looked away.
"If... if you're home by eleven tonight..."
"Mother!"
"Eleven sharp," she said, pointing a finger at her warningly. "Then you can go out. No
later, or I'll ground you for the next three months. I promise, Cindy."
"All right. Eleven, then," Cindy replied sullenly, turning and finishing her table setting.
Betty sighed. It had been a rough day. Jack, the dog, and now her daughter.


Chapter 6

Cindy had left nearly an hour ago. The boy, Chuck, seemed nice, although a little
nervous. This was supposed to be their first date according to Teri who had come in
with her date. They were going to a restaurant, have a light dinner, and maybe catch
the eight o'clock show at the shopping center.
Betty didn't like the "maybe" in that sentence. But as she started questioning Teri more
closely, Cindy had skipped down the stairs, ready to go, and in a moment the little
group had left the house.
For the next hour or so Betty had images of her daughter doing terrible things – from
inhaling coke to fucking in all sorts of positions. It was terrible to think things like that
about Cindy. Perhaps they were going to have a fun time at the restaurant and then go
to a movie. There'd be some innocent hand-holding, maybe even a stolen kiss.
But Betty knew that kids were different today. If they went to a movie, Chuck's fingers
would be crawling under Cindy's skirt, feeling her up and down, reaching for her cunt.
And would her daughter have the good sense to slap him away? And all this went on
the supposition that they were going to a movie. Betty didn't even want to think about
what would happen if they were lying to her!
"God!"
She got up from the sofa and switched channels, sinking back onto the couch in a blue
funk.
Jack's face came back to her. What a perfect time for him to come over! She had his
number as she had the phone numbers of all the employees. All she had to do was walk
over to the phone and dial his number. A call from a woman in heat in the middle of
the night. Wouldn't that feed his male ego!
Betty tapped her fingers nervously on the arm rest, looking at the black phone sitting
quietly on the hall table.
"No!" She wouldn't do it! She wasn't going to become his plaything!
Betty settled more comfortably and tried to focus her attention on some witless game
show. Then she heard the padding of Benito's heavy paws. Her heart began beating
quickly, that sexy swollen feeling between her legs returning.
"Ohhh no, no, I promised I wouldn't..."
Temptation was all around her, leering at her, daring her to take a chance once more!
In a moment, the German shepherd was nuzzling her, mouthing her ankle.
"Benito!"
She felt his sharp fangs. It was just enough to cause a thrill to shoot up her leg.
Betty flushed with shame as her thoughts went wild. She had promised herself that she
wouldn't do anything with the animal again. Once was a mistake, something that
happened and wouldn't again. But a second time! No, she'd never be able to explain a
second or third time!
"No, Benito!"
But again her words had no effect. She looked down at the dog and wondered just how
it would feel to have him lick her cunt one more time. It would be only one more time,
just once more to take the edge off her convulsing cunt.
She got up, straightening her dress, feeling as if she were hovering between worlds. The
dog circled around her, sniffing at her ass.
Turning off the television, glancing at the clock and seeing it was only seven-thirty,
Betty brushed back her hair and went upstairs to her room. Benito followed her, his tail
high in the air, his black nostrils quivering as he caught her scent again.
"No," she said, closing the door firmly behind her.
As she slipped on a more comfortable robe, she heard Benito whining as he scratched
on the door. She was amused by his arousal. But that amusement was tempered with a
vague excitement. She let herself think again about the night when the dog ate her out.
There was no mistaking the sensations she felt between her shivering thighs. And she
had taken him on as her lover!
Betty paused for a moment, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
And there was no mistaking the hot, damp sensations that she was feeling now in her
pussy. Stepping from her panties, Betty caught sight of herself in the mirror. She wasn't
over the hill yet. Putting her hands on her hips, she turned sideways, admiring her full,
high-riding tits, her fleshy thighs. She hadn't gone too fat yet.
Betty was still very attractive. She was well preserved for a woman her age – for a
woman of any age. Then why couldn't she get a man? Why for all these years had she
gone on without fucking? Her tits sagged very little for being so large. She could see
certain curves in herself that Cindy had inherited.
Betty stood by the mirror for some time, suddenly feeling the need for something,
something warm, something that would take her mind off Jack for a while.
And outside the door, there was Benito. Benito scratching at the wood, wanting to
come in and touch her in that special way.
Betty shivered. "Ohhhhh..."
She was smiling at the mirror, surprised by the obvious sensuality of her reflection. Her
smile seemed to ask: Why not?
"I... I must be slipping," she whispered, feeling her cunt tighten each time the dog
barked.
He was out there, panting, whining, whimpering, scratching at the door, wanting her.
Again Betty studied her reflection. What a whore she had turned into!
A sudden image seeped into her thoughts. There was the instant thought of Benito's
soft gray coat between her knees.
Betty groaned again, closing her eyes and breathing hard, regularly. She fanned her
fingers over her still firm belly. It felt so good – her warm silken flesh against her
fingers and palms. Maybe if she had gone to fat; maybe if she had gotten those stretch
marks and wrinkles that women hate so much, none of this would have happened. She
would have lived out her life knitting or doing other menial chores that women do
when they are no longer attractive to men. Damn it all! Damn her! Damn that dog! All
she could think about now was Jack... Jack and any other man who would take her to
bed and fuck her.
"Damn it... damn it all!" Benito bumped against the door again as if he were trying to
kick it down.
Betty smiled at his insistence. It was nice to be wanted, even by a dog. And he wouldn't
talk, wouldn't be judging her as Jack might. There were some definite disadvantages in
going to bed with a man as sexy and obviously experienced as Jack. "Benito..." Betty
whispered. She heard voices outside the window. Betty froze. At first she thought it was
her daughter returning for something and her heart sank.
She sighed. It was the neighbors arguing once more about the lawn or something.
Good.
Cindy was gone for a while.
The house would be empty for a long time except for her... and Benito. She was alone
to entertain herself. Or, to have herself entertained by the dog.
She hesitated once more. Then, as if some black force had taken her over, Betty, turned
and walked to the door, the bedroom carpeting tickling her bare soles.
She reached up, her fingers curling around the brass knob. She could feel the door
shaking as Benito kept scratching at the wood. Betty knew she could stop now, stop at
any point up to the opening of the door and everything would be all right.
"Damn!"
Her heart pounded while she struggled for breath. God, it was almost like suffocating!
She could feel the hot seep of her cuntal juices, that wild, insane hunger for the dog.
"Benito," she whispered.
The dog stopped his scratching, waiting silently, patiently for the door to open. He was
so sure of himself, so sure of her.
Betty bit her lower lip in shame, in guilt. "A dog..."
Benito barked.
"No, I can't go through with it. It can't happen ever again."
She let go of the doorknob and rubbed her palms on her flesh. She was breathing hard
now, and her nipples had become thick, hard, wanting to be touched, to be... licked!
The right and wrong of the whole mess was growing more and more foggy. She felt
drawn toward that wicked, wicked act.
Shaking her head, letting out a groan of frustration, Betty gripped the doorknob a third
time and threw the door open.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Benito bolted in, wasting no time.
Betty nearly broke up laughing to watch him run around, tail wagging frantically, nose
sniffing her all over.
"Good dog," she whispered.
Closing and locking the door just in case her daughter might come home early and
discover her, Betty turned and walked to the bed. She barely made it!
Benito had jumped excitedly up, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly as he
licked her fingers, her arms, her stomach in obvious hot expectation of things to come.
"Ohhh, you're so... so warm, so hot and nice and soft, Benito," she moaned.
Throwing all shame and caution to the winds, she gave in to the wild sensation of being
touched by the German shepherd.
Bouncing her ass on the squeaking bed, Betty guided the animal up, up to her tits,
holding him, scratching him behind his pointy ears when he pleased her particularly. It
felt so good having the dog touching her all over!
"Uhhhhhhhhh"
Mottling in the world could equal this! He was up now to her tits, his tongue lapping
over the hard nubs, his breath panting against her throat while his hindquarters spread
on her body.
Betty could feel his tail sweeping over her cunt, the light touch of his fur tickling her
pussy hairs, driving her mad!
"Damn, damn, damn!"
His tongue was so warm, so very warm and wet. It made her tits feel so good! She
wallowed her shoulder blades against the mattress, breathless with the animal's wild
eagerness.
"Ohhhhhh, Benito!"
There could be no denying it now. She was turned on to the beast, loving every second
of it, of letting the dog touch her like that. How good it was to feel his coat prickling
her naked flesh.
Gasping with delight, Betty drew one leg up, hooking it around him and petting his
back with her curled toes. She was letting it happen. This was no accident, no rape on
the part of the panting dog between her thighs now. She was turned on to the big
German shepherd, encouraging him to lick her tits, to draw his sloppy tongue over her
throat, then move back down to her itchy nipples.
"Ohhhhhh... uhhhhh!"
Betty rocked from side to side, pounding the backs of her naked legs against the
mattress.
The dog was growing more and more excited by the moment. Betty felt a particularly
powerful spasm pass through her cunt. She jerked her knees up, rolling to her side. The
dog followed, whimpering through his nose, sniffing around her wet, aroused cunt.
"Ohhhh... Benito!"
He was grunting, shoving his nose around until he touched the bottom junction of her
cuntlips. It was as if someone had touched her with a live poker!
Betty cried out, her eyelids fluttering open while her jaw slackened. She jerked her
knees up once more.
"Oh there... touch me there!"
Closing her eyes again, Betty imagined Jack standing there, his hands on his hips, that
awful cynical, knowing smirk on his lips. Just how frigid would he think she was if he
could see her now – prancing her ass madly in front of the dog? What would he think
of her supposed frigidity now?
"Uhhhhhhhh..."
Another delicious lick, this one across her clit, then up to her belly. On that Benito! He
knew just how to play her, driving her up the wall, then backing down, letting her calm
down a bit before exciting her all over again.
"Ooooooooooohh!"
Betty found herself panting as hard as the dog. She had rolled onto her belly, burying
her face in the pillow while sliding her hands up and trying to push herself into a
kneeling position. It was so difficult to move!
She could hardly tell up from down. And all around her was the dog – panting,
wheezing, licking, wetting down her flesh with doggie spit.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Rolling over once more, Betty spread her thighs for the beast once more. Her blonde
hair fanned out on the pillow behind her.
The dog growled, dropping his maw into her blonde cuntal thicket. It was so good to
feel his breath panting through the feathery curls, slicking them down with spit.
Groaning, Betty parted her thighs more and more until her inner cuntlips peeled
stickily back from the warm, moist pussymeat along her slit. Benito shoved hungrily at
her, raking his tongue under her cunt mound, then drawing it up.
"God!"
He was panting into the hot, steamy pussy flesh. She beat at him with the balls of her
feet, kicking out a leg as the tensing thrills built.
"Nooooooo!"
She didn't want this to end so soon. She wanted this scene to go on and out. But Betty
could feel her climax rushing forward like a freight train out of control. She could feel
those telltale rushes of chilly heat growing more and more intense, more concentrated
in her cunt.
Raising her head slightly from the pillow, she peered down over her rolling tits and saw
the dark red spear of his cock poking from its furry sheath. Betty shuddered, her eyes
glued to that strange, knobby thing. Through her head ran images of women actually
fucking dogs, bending down and letting dogs fuck them right there!
"Fucking..."
She had to be careful. There was no telling what she would do if she let her mind lose
control. Fucking a dog. Licking was one thing. But letting a dog actually fuck his cock
into her cunt – that was something else, something she wasn't prepared to face... yet.
"Uhhhhhh..." Betty cried with excitement, holding the dog's head down now so that he
lapped her slit open again and again.
She sat up, watching Benito lick her cunt. It was wild, dream-like. His tongue kept
rubbing over and over her pussymeat, pushing down her clit, making her breathless
with excitement.
"Ohhhhhh..."
The big German shepherd wagged his narrow doggie hips. Even more of his cock
slithered out. Betty couldn't take much more of this. Sitting there with her legs spread
wide open made her cunt completely open to the dog. She watched as the tendons in
her inner thighs bulged whenever the dog slurped upward through the slippery length
of her fuck slot.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
Betty fell back onto the bed, consumed in her own fury. The climax happened quickly.
She felt the friction build in seconds. She could feel the shaking of his shoulders, the
strong back-and-forth movements of his tongue.
"Yessssssss!"
She whipped her legs against the bed, hugging Benito's body with the insides of her
thighs. It hurt so good, hurt soooooooo good!
Betty thrashed around the bed crazily, unable to keep from moving. Her crazy
squirming seemed to set the dog off in a wilder fury. He made strange sounds against
the hot mess of her pussy.
And then she realized something else was happening. He was rubbing his cock against
one hand and her thigh, growling strangely. Before she realized what was happening,
warm stringy juice spattered against her belly and arm.
"Uhhhhhhh... Benito!"
His doggie cum happened so fast!
Betty felt it splatter against her, heard the dog moaning and howling as she wriggled
away from the spurting blasts of doggie slime.
"Nooooo... oh my God, no!"
In a moment she found herself in the bathroom, clinging to the edge of the sink. She
rested her forehead against the cool glass mirror, her hair curtaining her face. She had
done it again! And this time the dog had cum on her, fired his load on her body.
She shuddered, still feeling the warm stuff oozing down her flesh. She would wash it off
right now.
"This just can't go on like this," she whispered, watching the water splash into the
white porcelain, wondering how on earth she was going to stop.


Chapter 7

Dinner had been fun, she and Teri exchanging secret glances while the boys had played
it cool.
Chuck turned out to be more interesting that she thought, holding her interest with
lots of intelligent comments on school policy, politics, and even sports. But there was
one thing on Cindy's mind, the thing that made her cunt heat up so much right there
in the restaurant that she was afraid someone might smell her!
"Come on. I know a neat place near here," Ten's boyfriend said, sliding out of the
booth.
Cindy felt her panties clinging to her pussy-lips as she slid from the chair and
straightened her short, short skirt. It felt so funny, that sensation of the damp nylon
clinging to her pussylips!
"Come on," Teri said.
Cindy moved around as if in a dream, conscious of Chuck sitting next to her in the
back seat of the car. Up to this point he had been quite the gentleman, only putting his
arm around her. He hadn't even tried to kiss her. Yet something told her the evening
wouldn't be a bust. There was some look in his eye, something in his manner, that told
Cindy the best was yet to come.
They drove out from the city, getting on the freeway northbound. In a moment they
were plunged into darkness, the only lights coming from a stream of red tail lights
curling up with them alongside the mountain.
"Here."
Mulholland Drive! A kind of lovers lane.
Cindy's heart skipped a beat. They turned onto the narrow two-lane highway and
began a tortuous trip along the ridges separating the San Fernando Valley from the rest
of Los Angeles.
As they headed west, they saw fewer and fewer cars. Teri was snuggling up to Craig.
Chuck's arm felt strong, drawing her to him.
"Chuck... I..."
"Don't worry."
He seemed so reassuring, even when Cindy had no idea of what was going to happen.
Craig made a few more turns, slowed, then guided the car off the main road onto a
narrow dirt path leading off to the left.
In a moment they had stopped and the engine was turned off. There were no sounds
except those of heavy breathing.
Cindy felt something like panic overtake her. For the first time this evening she wanted
to get out of the car, away from Teri, and especially away from Chuck.
"I wanna walk," she blurted out, her hand on the door and opening it before anyone
could stop her.
In a second she was striding away from the car, her feet sinking into the soft pine
needle ground. She heard the car door slam behind her, heard the sound of heavy feet
crunching after her. It was Chuck!
"Wait up. Don't go alone."
Somehow it was better this way... out of that car, away from Teri and Craig. She
stopped and let Chuck catch up.
"Come on." He took her hand and began guiding her along a path away from the car.
She picked her way carefully through the undergrowth, seeing the young stud knew
where he was going. Obviously, she thought, he knew where he was at. He'd been here
before! No surprise.
"This way."
They moved down the road a little farther. They walked over some low flat rocks,
through a dense growth of bushes, then they came to a small clearing. The sky was
black and silent except for the faraway sounds of planes trying to land at Hollywood
Burbank Airport. The stars twinkled brightly, almost mischievously, as if winking
naughtily at Cindy and what she was about to do.
Cindy was glad it was dark. She was blushing furiously.
"It's one of my favorite spots," Chuck said, standing in the center of the clearing with
his hands on his hips.
I'll just bet it is, Cindy thought, staring at him, then tilting her head back and taking
another long look at the sky. She felt as if she could soar over Los Angeles if only she
spread her arms!
"I come up here to think a lot... and do... other things."
Cindy felt a flash of heat spread through her body. Chuck was coming toward her, his
eyes gleaming in the dark like those of a cat.
In a moment she felt Chuck's arm slide around her narrow waist, felt him gathering her
up in his arms. She could feel his breath panting against her throat. She was going to
faint from the ecstasy racing through her!
"Nooo..."
In a moment Cindy felt him pulling her toward him and then he was kissing her. In
another second he was pushing his tongue against her teeth, flicking it back and forth.
"Mmmmmmrnm... stop!"
"What's wrong?"
She pulled back a little. How small she was compared to him! He could crush her with
one hand.
Cindy shivered, trying to keep a clear head. "I... I'm not sure I... I wanna go through
with this and..."
He was pushing her back, his hands gathering up her dress, sliding it up her thighs.
Cindy tried pushing him away a second time, but he was too strong. She gave up
struggling. In a moment she felt his finger slide inside her panties, sliding down and
touching the hairs that lined her cunt slit.
"Ohhhhh... don't do this to me!"
All pretense had been dropped. He was after her pussy. That was obvious. And since
she wasn't screaming down the hills, it was also
obvious that Cindy was thinking about letting him have it.
"Come on, Cindy, you don't wanna mess up the night, do you?"
He pulled back and stared at her.
Cindy's eyelids fluttered nervously, feeling herself terribly out of focus. The world was
reeling crazily around her. She needed time to think, to breathe, to mull over what she
and Teri had talked about. Even time to think about her mother's warning words about
boys.
"No... but... oohhhhh!" she gasped.
Chuck had pushed his hand down farther, rubbing her puffy cuntlips. Even as she tried
to squirm away, she could feel the slick juice seeping out from her cunthole.
"Oh yeah, you're nice and hot and wet."
Cindy was so ashamed she could have died right then and there!
"No, don't."
"Come on, let's do it now... go for it."
Frantically Cindy tried wriggling away. And then he was kissing her hard and wet
again, wriggling his tongue against hers, feeling her up and down, pressing his finger
deeper and deeper. His kisses were doing more than she wanted them to. She struggled
a little longer, feeling her will draining away. He was working that ringer back and
forth until her whole bottom glowed.
"Ohhhhhhh, Chuck..."
She turned her opened mouth to his once more. When his tongue went deep, she knew
she was a goner.
"Oh yes, yes, if you really want to... I... want to..."
She had done it, made a commitment to fuck a boy. Her palms were sweaty! And how
hard her heart was beating.
"Here... right here. No one's gonna come by and see lis."
Cindy looked on shyly, unsure what to do with her hands as she watched Chuck take
off his jacket and spread it on the ground. Cindy went over to him.
He kissed her again, reaching around and pulling the zipper of her dress down. In a
second she felt her dress sliding from her body, falling into a puddle around her ankles.
She stepped from it. A breeze ruffled her hair.
She couldn't look at Chuck. Not yet. Closing her eyes, she let him undress her. He
reached around again and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off her shoulders and letting it
drop on her dress.
Cindy shivered. Somewhere in the distance was the sound of a helicopter circling a
neighborhood. Then his fingers pawed at her panties, gathering the thin, silky material
and tugging it down.
When Cindy protested, Chuck grabbed her hard, almost brutally, around the waist and
kissed her, shoving his tongue so deep that she thought it was going to reach down into
her belly. Her cunt exploded into a riot of hot sensations. All will to escape, to get away
from this big stud, evaporated. She felt her panties scraping down along her flesh, over
her knees, down over her toes.
"Ohhhhhh..."
"God, you're more beautiful than I ever thought," Chuck whispered. "Am I?"
Again he circled her small waist, pulling her nude body against him. Then he let her go
and began stripping slowly, as if he were out to arouse her as much as he could.
First came the shirt, sliding from his shoulders, revealing his husky shoulders, his firm
muscles, his washboard belly! Cindy sucked in another deep breath, holding it until she
felt a little dizzy.
"Like what you see so far?"
The question shocked Cindy. She couldn't answer something like that.
He was smiling at her, his fingers fumbling around with the top button of his Levi's.
Cindy swallowed hard, watching his jeans halve right there in front of her. She'd seen
pictures of pricks. It had been a series of those photos that had gotten her into trouble
with Benito in the first place. "Oh!"
Something terribly long and thick sprang out from his trousers, rising quickly and
pointing at her like a big pole. His cock was just as big as that man's in the dirty
magazine.
Cindy felt her heart stop, then start up again. Her forehead wrinkled while a series of
gasps escaped from her throat. Fantasy was one thing, but she couldn't possibly take
something that size in her cunt-not, at least, the first time.
"I... I don't think we'd better... do anything, Chuck. You're too... I mean..."
Cindy couldn't say it. It sounded so dumb, but her fear, she felt, was well-founded.
"Don't worry about it... it'll be okay," he said, guessing her concern.
"But... but you don't understand. This is my... my first time and... and..." she
stammered, backing away with her hands held protectively in front of her.
A stiffer breeze blew in from the northeast, pushing some hair in front of her terrified
face. If only she could be more sure of herself, of him!
"I kinda figured that. Don't worry." Cindy stopped, feeling a little sick and nervous. He
came back up to her. Sighing, she let him hold her. Just to feel that hunk of prickmeat
rubbing up against her thighs was a piece of heaven! More juice oozed from her pussy.
Yes, it would be wonderful losing her cherry to someone like Chuck. "Ohhhhh...
uhhhhhh!" Chuck caressed her thighs, then moved one hand in until it covered her
cunt mound. Cindy shivered in nervous anticipation. In a moment they were lying
down on his jacket, her ass pressing against it. He was feeling gently along her cuntslit
with his forefinger. And then it dipped in, pushing her clutching pussymeat to one side,
diving in deeper and deeper until the callused tip pressed in against the soft bunched
flesh of her cherry. "Oh!" Cindy gasped.
"Take it easy," he cooed, drawing his finger out, then sliding it back until the tip
pressed against the tight little membrane once more. "Why – what are you... doing?"
"Better this way," Chuck muttered, wriggling his finger around and around. It felt so
weird having his finger inside her cunt! It was rotating around, making her move her
ass in such a strange way! And then he said he was going to do it. He was going to
break her cherry, tear the membrane! Cindy bit down hard on her lower lip until she
thought she could taste blood. She was going to lose her virginity. "Nooo!"
"Don't move around so much... it won't hurt as badly."
"Ohhh... can't help it," she panted feeling the grass prickling her ankles.
"Yeah," Chuck said after several moments of silence.
Chuck's finger was already knuckle deep in her cunt, and still her cherry hadn't given
way.
Instinctively Cindy moved her ass back Chuck rolled his hips on top of her, still
pressing in until she thought she was going to lose her breath!
"Oh... stop, Chuck," she panted, licking her dry lips.
"You kidding?"
Again she tried tucking her ass back, tried getting away from that awful finger.
But Chuck had draped one leg over hers pinning her down to the ground, holding her
there until he popped her cherry.
"Ugh!"
There was a sharp jolt of pain. Cindy snapped her head to one side, letting out a woosh
of breath, feeling her body convulse at the suddenness of that pain.
She gasped for breath. It had really happened. Chuck had broken through, had ripped
her cherry! She felt the sudden giving way of the membrane, felt that tearing sensation
that made her lose her breath. "Ohhhhh..."
Slowly Chuck drew out his finger, wiping it on his jacket.
A trickle of something hot ran down her ass, making Cindy whimper. She sniffed,
trying to regain her normal breathing.
"I'm bleeding. I can feel it!"
Chuck moved, resting his body onto her. She felt his cock rubbing up and down, up
and down against her pussylips. She was still hurting.
"It... hurts and..."
"Don't worry about it," he moaned, sticking out his tongue and flicking it in her ear.
"Ohhhhhh!"
It was a feeling like nothing Cindy had ever experienced. She was feeling so weak, so
squiggly all over. And that prick, that big fat cock, was rubbing up and down her cunt
slit, threatening to penetrate her at any second! No wonder someone like Yolonda was
so crazy about fucking. Cindy could see where a girl could really get hooked on
something like this.
"Easy, baby, easy."
The world seemed to spin around and around as she felt Chuck's knees press against
hers, forcing her thighs more widely apart.
Every inch of her body was alive to his touch.
This was much better, she thought, than having that dog doing things to her, touching
her all over with that icky tongue!
"Ummmmmm..."
Chuck was kissing her tits now, sucking on her hard hot rubbery tips, flicking his
tongue over them! She went crazy with that touch, arching her back, pressing her legs
back against his knees. And his hands! They caressed her thighs, smoothing over the
goose-fleshed skin, making her so hot, so very, very hot!
"Go for it, Cindy, go for it," he panted in her ear. "Ohhhhh!"
Cindy stared back up at the sky, at the millions of stars winking at her. She was dizzy,
half-crazed with what was taking place. She wanted to say something, but her mouth
was far too dry. Cindy licked her lips.
Chuck kissed her, plunging his tongue down her throat and nearly choking her with it.
At the same time he began hunching his hairy ass up and down, up and down, sliding
his cock over her cuntlips until Cindy thought she was going to go mad with that
teasing sensation of almost getting fucked.
"Ohhh... in... in..."
And then Chuck fucked her, raising his ass up until his cockhead pressed against her
cunt-hole. Centering it, the big stud lowered himself slowly onto her body.
Cindy thought the world would end right then! She felt her cuntlips peeled apart by
that hot bulbous cock, felt her pussymeat clasping at his invading prick.
Chuck moaned, his hands now up around her tits, molding them, pinching her nipples.
And all the time his cock was edging down, squeezing into her hot fuckslot.
"Ohhhhh, Chuck!"
Cindy clung to him as if her life depended on it. She felt his cockshaft go deep. She
wriggled her slim ass, feeling herself caught on his stabbing prick. He was working it
deeper...
Cindy took another deep, shuddering breath and held it. Good. So very, very good!
Then a spasm raced through her cunt.


Chapter 8

"It's so... so weird, Chuck. It's nothing like I've ever felt before!"
There was a slight hurt around the edges of her cunt. But Cindy wasn't thinking about
that any more. She was blown away by the way her slick cuntal walls were being
stretched apart by Chuck's cock. It felt so good being filled that way, tilled to the
tearing point, it seemed!
"Cindy..."
He was whispering her name so sexily, kissing her, nipping her chin with his teeth.
Cindy cried out once more, wanting to be kissed again, tongued furiously the way she
had been earlier. She wanted so much!
"Oh, Chuck, please... please go slow. It's so... so different," she panted against his neck.
"Yeahhh, real nice... nice and different," he gasped.
When she begged him to kiss her, he did, gluing his mouth to hers, fencing with her
tongue. Cindy moaned into his mouth, drawing her slender, weak arms around his
shoulders. It felt so wicked doing this, tonguing him while moving her ass around on
that jacket. And all the time his cock was inside her pussy, actually inside her cunt!
Cindy gasped. What stories she'd have to tell Teri when they got back home!
"Ummmmmmmm..."
Cindy was sucking at Chuck's tongue. She felt so soft and weak and tender. Slowly she
was learning how her body moved, how it felt when she slid her ass around, wallowed
her shoulders against the ground, even when she began moving her thighs up and
down in a fucking rhythm.
"Ohhhhhh yeah, baby, yeaaahhhhh," Chuck sighed.
Cindy gasped. She arched her back, tilting her cunt mound downward. She felt Chuck's
cock gouging against her pussy walls. It was so sexy, so wild! He was grunting with
pleasure, telling her just how sexy she was, how good and hot and tight she was.
Cindy felt him sliding his hand around her waist, then down over her plump asscheeks.
She rolled her hips, squirming against his cupping hands.
Holding her like that, Chuck fucked her deep and hard. His cock was all the way in
her, his balls bumping against her cuntlips.
Cindy went crazy! She cried out, snapping her head back, then jerking her body about
as if someone had driven a spear into her back. She was babbling as the rushing
goodness of the fuck took over her whirling mind.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Cindy tried looping her legs over his back. It felt so snaky and nice. But she couldn't
move her body as much that way. And how she loved to mover her body! It seemed
best when she put her feet flat on the jacket, knees bent and wide apart. She could
wiggle and tilt her hips then, bucking them up from the ground.
She bit her Up and concentrated on controlling the muscles inside her cunt. She had
never imagined that she could make them do anything, make them squeeze shut on a
cock. But she could! She did it twice, making Chuck catch his breath, then let out a
little moan. "Fuck, Cindy..." "Something wrong?"
"Uhhh... never met a girl who could do something like that... never... uhhhh..."
She was milking his stiff, rigid cock as it pumped in and out of her. She tried it again
and again. Looking up at the handsome stud, she saw he was giving her a funny look.
"You keep doin' that and... uhhhh... and I'm gonna cum right now."
Cindy shivered. She had no idea Chuck had been that close to cumming! She slowed
down, smoothing her fingers over his shoulders.
"You like it when I do that?" she asked innocently, wetting her lips once more.
"Shit, yeah... man, you're something else, you know that?"
He pulled back until his prick was almost all :he way out of her cunt. Cindy could feel
the spongy tip just inside the ring of her cunt muscles.
Gritting her teeth, she bore down on him, tightening with all her might. Chuck's face
went slack and he closed his eyes. Cindy smiled with a kind of pride as she worked her
ass around and around, making her velvety cuntal walls caress his cockhead.
"Shit!"
That teasing friction got to Chuck fast. He was jerking all over her, his fingers
squeezing her nipples so hard now that she thought he was going to tear them off.
Cindy couldn't control her feelings, her thoughts any more. Her cunt was on fire. She
felt his hips grate against hers, felt the hilt of his cock tight against her cuntlips.
Cindy was conscious of the hard ground under her, the heavy man above pushing her
against it. She felt crushed and helpless and yet, in an odd way, in control as well.
Reaching down and around, she touched Chuck's hunching ass. He shivered. She heard
him suck in air and hold it. He was moving his hips now in a different way when she
petted him there. He was so hard-muscled, so eager in his fucking.
She was drooling. Her head rolled to one side as Chuck kissed her throat, her ears,
around her blue eyes. Every touch of his fingers and his lips brought new sensations to
her cunt. It was such a wonderfully glorious feeling to be fucked! Cindy couldn't
imagine why her mother had been so nervous about her going out with boys and
fucking.
"Ohhhhhh... you're... you're gonna make me cum... too," Cindy whispered, feeling her
body going through such strange changes.
That wonderful feeling of rubbing her legs against the legs of a man made her giddy
with delight. And there was a delicious sense of breaking the rules, of defying her
mother, of defying all of society.
Cindy wriggled under Chuck's firm hot body, wanting to feel his prick, his balls, his
legs, everything!
"Baby, baby, you're... somethin' else. Man, you're drivin' me nuts!"
Teri would flip when she told her how Chuck and she made it. No one could feel this
spacey, this turned on as she did. The rub of Chuck's cockshaft past her tattered cherry
told the girl she was a woman now, as much of a woman as her mother – maybe more.
She hugged her thin arms around Chuck's neck and rolled her ass on the jacket.
"What does it feel like to you, Chuck?" she whispered, gasping for breath.
"Uhhhhh... you're... you're so fuckin' tight!"
His Adam's apple worked up and down as he slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt.
Cindy shivered. She felt her insides being pulled along with it, felt the itchy walls of her
cunt clasping and sucking just behind the swollen tip of his cock.
Then with just his cocktip touching her outer cuntlips, Chuck shoved in again. The
muscles, the smooth velvety lips of her cunt parted for the head. Once more her insides
grew full, her belly seemed to swell, until Cindy thought it felt like getting pregnant
real fast!
Her head was spinning faster and faster. When finally she felt his body press hard
against her cunt mound, Cindy tightened her pussy. Now there was no sensation of
being hurt or stretched. She held her breath and swivelled her ass around and around.
"How... how long are you?" Cindy bit her lip.
"I dunno. Never measured. Didn't get into that kinda thing. Guess about... about eight
inches, somethin' like that."
"Eight?" Cindy swallowed hard.
Eight inches? She had taken eight inches of prickmeat in her cunt the very first time
she'd fucked. God! Wait until Teri heard the details.
"Yeah, eight. Turn you on?"
"It's just that... that most guys aren't that big, are they?"
Chuck shrugged, pausing in his fucking.
"I never cared much about measurin' other guys. Say, you wanna talk all fuckin' night
or you wanna cum?"
With that he fucked hard.
Cindy cried out, snapping her head back, arching her spine while she dug her feet into
the soft ground.
"Ohhhhhh... fuck... fuck."
Cindy kept thrashing around and around, feeling his teeth against her throat. The cut
of those teeth, the set suction of his lips on that vulnerable place, gave her scary, wild
tingles. She clung to her lover's shoulders as he spread her cunt, drew his cock back,
then speared into her pussy again. He was beginning to fuck longer, harder, faster.
More and more Cindy realized they were reaching the end of this fucking spree. The
climax she had dreamed about, had fascinated about all these weeks, was about to
happen.
"Uhhhhhhhh..."
Cindy wasn't sure how long she could hold out. Chuck was wheezing and gasping, his
breath catching at times, especially when her cunt muscles tensed and grabbed hold of
his prick.
"Baby, gonna make... fughhhhh... gonna make it real soon!"
Instinctively Cindy knew what he meant. Chuck was going to spatter that thick white
sticky stuff in her pussy. She had heard about that in sex-education class, had heard
some of the girl talk about it in the bathroom several times. That awful Yolonda kept
saying how good it tasted when she sucked prick! She said it was kind of salty and had
a fresh, clean smell. All these images flashed through her mind as Chuck kept fucking
her cunt, his fucking strokes making her tits jiggle. "God!"
Her ass quivered with each hard thrust now. Her clit burned with the tickle of his cock
hairs raking over it. Cindy dug her heels in harder and cinched her eyes tight, wanting
the explosion to happen soon.
"Uhhhhhhh..." Chuck groaned.
"Ohhhhh, you're driving me... me crazy... it feels so itchy and weird. How does it feel
to you, Chuck?" she panted.
"I can feel you real deep. You're soft way inside. Real soft, just the way I like 'em."
Cindy paused for a moment. She knew it! He had more than her. The way he moved,
the way he kept kissing her, feeling her, fucking her, told her that. And now she was
determined to be the best fuck he'd ever had in his life!
"Ohhhhhh, yes, yesssss!" she hissed.
"You're real soft... and hot and slick," Chuck added, sensing his comments were
making the girl more excited.
Cindy was rolling her ass more frantically from side to side. She heard Chuck groan as
she tightened the muscles around her cunthole.
"Damn! I've never had a girl who could do that so good. It almost hurts when you
really
His eyes closed, his throat constricting. In a moment Cindy could hear him groaning
softly. She got to him, she really got to him!
"Goddamn it, Cindy! Stop it, man, you're milkin' my prick... I'm gonna cum if...
uhhhh... you keep doin' that!"
Cindy didn't want him to cum yet. She stopped doing that with her muscles and lay
very quietly on the jacket. Chuck lay there too, holding his breath. She was thinking
about what he'd said.
"You mean other girls can't make their..."
She still wasn't used to using those kind of words. That old taboo... even now, it held
up. She saw her mother's frowning face, saw that wagging finger whenever she used
what could be thought of as a dirty word.
"Not like you... Jesus fuckin' Christ!"
Cindy kissed his chin. "It's hard to keep from doing it when... when you go so deep... it
just feels so... good!"
Cindy shoved her legs down straight on the blanket and stretched them as far apart as
she could. She was all the way open, her cuntlips peeled back as Chuck fucked her.
Cindy wondered how it looked down there with her cunt so stretched and swollen,
drenched with her juices. She tried to slide a hand between their bellies. But Chuck was
too bent on his fuck rhythm to let her.
"Uhhhhh..." he moaned into her ear.
She sensed what that moan meant. His movements and his breathing were building in a
way that was different from before.
"Chuck?"
He acted as if he couldn't hear her. He was off in another world, his hips piledriving his
cock faster and faster into her fuckhole. Cindy felt something taking over his body, a
driving need to let go, to welcome his cum into her.
"Please, Chuck, let me touch you... down there, if it's okay."
He tensed, stopping his fucking rhythm, then made room for her hand between their
sweating bellies.
Cindy felt the heat from both of them against her knuckles as she moved her fingers
farther and farther down. Finally she felt his prick hairs. Then she felt his cockshaft as
he started sliding it out. His prick was soaked with her juices. The heavy cock throbbed
when she scratched her nail lightly against it.
Chuck growled, shivered, then drove suddenly into her pussy once more. Her cunt
muscles spasmed at that intrusion, sucking at his invading cock. Cindy groaned nearly
as loudly as Chuck. She kept her fingers there, feeling the spasming continue and build
into a savage fury. Chuck was going to cum!
"No, please, not yet!"
"I can't help it, man. Damn it, damn it, damn!" he cried.
He was fucking her faster. It had been the touch of her fingers on his cock, on his balls.
She couldn't stop him now.
He was going crazy, hurting her a little, fucking her crazily, nearly raping her.
Cindy loved it! Her cunt throbbed and juiced, the flesh around her clit glowing as more
juice oozed out to soothe the fucking friction. Cindy shut her eyes tight once more and
fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced up and down, up and down, against his
wrinkled school jacket.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
It was that hard stabbing that made the girl tighten her cunt muscles. She felt her cunt
cinch down around the base of Chuck's prick just as his movements had become the
most violent.
"Aaaaahhhhhh... Cindy!"
He squirmed around and around on top of her. His face was red and twisted as if he
were being tortured. And with her pussy muscles so tight, the girl could feel the steady
pulsing of his prickshaft as he tried to unload the cum in his balls. She was shutting off
the tube that ran along the bottom of his cockshaft. Her cunt had shut off the flow in
the middle of his cum. She knew now that she was different from most girls. She had
something that she could control, and with it, control a man. But that trapped sense of
fullness in her belly was shoving her closer to the edge of her own climax.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Cindy danced her ass wildly about, still holding Chuck's cockshaft with her aching
cunt. It hurt to hold him for a long time. But she was starting to cum now. She could
feel it, could feel the hot rushing tickles that maddened the red bulge of her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Cindy kicked the air with her feet, digging her nails against Chuck's back.
"Ohhhhhh God, it's... it's..."
Cindy released the tension and felt her cunt immediately soften around Chuck's prick
once again. He grunted and lunged forward like a maniac. She hadn't realized he could
fuck her so deep and so quickly as he was doing now. The friction seemed to explode
into a fireball.
She cried and screamed, biting his neck hard and rubbing her cunt against him in a
final, gasping rut. They rolled and for a crazy second, Cindy found herself on top of
Chuck. Then he rolled over her again.
She felt far away and dreamy and fucked.
She could smell their mingled sweat, taste the spit drying on her lips. Chuck's spit. Her
neck was raw from the rub of his chin. She ran her palms along his back to feel the
tremors of his climax.
How she loved that sensation of his prick still jerking inside her. Fucking! What a
beautiful word. It didn't seem so dirty now. How good, how natural it had been! She
could do this all night!


Chapter 9

Two more days passed since Cindy had lost her cherry to Chuck. She came home late
that evening but before the curfew, rushing past her mother, refusing to say a word.
She didn't want anything to spoil the dreamy feeling that still made her flesh glow with
such wonderful sensations.
Betty suspected something had happened. But afraid of widening the rift between her
and her daughter, she said nothing.
Sunday came and Cindy was off to Teri's house after breakfast, hardly saying a word to
her mother as she skipped out.
The morning ticked by slowly, too slowly for Betty. She even thought of dressing up
and going to church. It had been such a long time since she'd done that. Perhaps it
would do her good. Perhaps she needed something like divine guidance to save her
from herself. For Betty was feeling that hot, tight itchy sensation rising once more
between her legs.
"Damn!"
It wouldn't go away. It just wouldn't go away. And as she puttered around the house
until midafternoon, that sensation just got more and more concentrated, more and
more intense. Desperate Betty went to the bar, thinking about having a drink. It was
early.
Standing there, her hands braced on the edge of the counter, she stared at the row of
bottles gleaming before her. She was alone. The big house was quiet again except for
Benito drowsing in the corner of the living room. It was the loneliness as much as
anything that always got to her in the end.
Once more she thought of Jack and that list of phone numbers she had. Maybe this
time she could find the courage to phone him up, tell him she was horny and needed a
lay. Betty laughed bitterly, trying to get her mind off her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh..."
It had only been a few days without sex and she was almost crazy. Before, the dreams
had only come once or twice a month. Now she was down to a few days. She couldn't
wait for dreams any more. She couldn't lay in bed fantasizing about men, about what it
would feel like to get laid again. She couldn't do that, especially when there was a dog
there, a horny dog ready to service her in any way she chose.
Moving upstairs, Betty slipped from the frowsy nightgown she'd been pattering around
it all morning and put on a sexy dressing gown around her shoulders. She wanted to
feel her nakedness, to excite herself until at last she would wake the sleeping animal in
the front room and open her thighs to him.
"Ohhhhh..." The woman shivered, rubbing her fingertips up and down her upper arms.
How she wanted something, anything to take care of that horrible itch between her
legs.
Quietly she slipped back down the stairs, feeling the silken gown clinging to the thighs
of her lean body, sliding over her full, high-riding tits. It was really silly to pretend any
more. Anyone could have seen through her charade. She knew what she wanted, what
she had to have. Betty didn't have the courage to call a man.
"Benito..."
She stood at the foot of the stairs, her fingers tightening around the wooden rail, the
hem of the gown brushing over her toes.
It was broad daylight outside. She could hear children squealing and playing only a few
feet from her front door. And there she was, standing in her evening gown on the
stairs, one hand on her waist, waiting for the dog to answer her.
"Benito..."
She thought about the dog rising, about him turning around, padding over to her and
sniffing at her. It would happen all over again. The touch, the sensation of his tongue
sloshing up and down her thighs until she somehow made it back to her bedroom. And
there, the two of them would roll around the bed, driving one another mad.
Betty didn't know what would happen this time. All she knew was that the burning
sensation between her legs was getting worse and worse by the second and she had to
have that German shepherd's tongue touching her cunt now!
The dog raised his head slightly, looked at her, then lay back down on his forepaws.
Betty bit her lips, then moved quietly from the stairs toward the large beast.
"I can't stop myself," she whispered in a shaky voice.
Her words steadied her nerves somehow. Just saying it returned some of her pride,
made her realize that she could admit she wasn't above anything so sexy in life.
She shook her head, shaking away everything in her mind. All that was left was the
hungry throbbing sensation of her warm cunt. Already Betty could feel the sensitive
tissues swelling with juice.
Grabbing the gown and holding it to her belly, Betty hurried to the animal, stopping
just at his tail.
"Benito," she whispered loudly.
The large German shepherd opened his eyes again when she knelt down at his side,
blinked, then closed them, letting out a long sigh. Betty couldn't understand this. She
stared open-mouthed at him, then stretched one hand out and scratched him behind
the ears.
The dog raised his head a third time, then yawned.
She sat on the floor and let her gown fall open. Her knees were bent slightly. The hot
dampness of her cunt was open to Benito's mouth... if he wanted it.
Betty flushed a deep red. She was being refused by a dog! The thought made her mind
reel. She would have laughed bitterly if there were anything funny about it. She was
showing herself off shamelessly like some wanton Hollywood whore and all Benito
could do was yawn at her! It was like some horrible nightmare coming true. "No!"
She wouldn't believe it. Something was wrong. Frantic, near panic, Betty shoved one
finger into her soppy cunt, then pushed her finger at the dog.
"Look, Benito, look!"
The dog twisted his head and stretched forward, sniffing her finger. His ears cocked
forward. Still, nothing happened.
Betty grit her teeth together. Could the bath she took earlier be the reason? She'd
washed herself thoroughly after her daughter had left, hoping the water would relieve
that urgent itch in her pussy. But the bath had only worsened the situation. Smelling
her finger, she could tell there was the faint hint of her usual musky odor.
"God!"
She rose to her feet, standing there in the living room, wondering what on earth she
could do! The dog wouldn't touch her, wouldn't even smell her!
Desperate, willing to try anything now, Betty rushed into the kitchen. Maybe Benito
was a little glutted from having gone down on her so often.
She rummaged frantically through the cabinets, knocking over dishes and trays. Then
she saw it, a long tall brown bottle of meat sauce.
Grabbing it, Betty paused for a moment, leaning heavily against the sink. Just the
thought of what she was about to do made her body thrill. Her cunt was flooding hard
enough to wet down her pussy curls. Holding the bottle tightly, she felt her cuntlips
pressing together, felt more cuntjuice seep out and dribble down her thighs.
There was no question about it. She needed the dog, needed his stimulation. She went
back to the couch and called Benito.
"Here, boy, here..."
She had closed the drapes, clouding the front room into a hazy duskiness. Untying her
belt, Betty shrugged the expensive gown off her shoulders, sucking in a deep breath
when the felt the garment puddling around her feet.
She fell back on the sofa, sprinkling the cold greasy sauce on her belly and tits and
smoothing it around and around with her cold, shaking fingers.
Benito bounced up beside her, curious as to what she was doing. It didn't take her long
to arouse the dog's interest in something more than just the small of the sauce. She
could tell Benito would come around. She could tell the big German shepherd would be
touching her soon with his tongue, up and down her slot until... until... Betty panted
with the thought of what he could do to her if she would let him.
Again she thought of that red knobby thing she'd seen sliding from his sheath. Could
she do something like that, crawl around on all fours and let the dog mount her, mount
her like the bitch she was?
"Bitch..." She pronounced the word and felt shivers of delight race up and down her
flesh. It was good, good to think of herself in those terms. A rutting bitch, showing
herself shamelessly in front of a dog, hoping he would take enough interest in her
action and touch her, lick her into ecstasy! "Oh Benito, Benito
She was rubbing the sauce all around her thighs now, calling out the dog's name as if
he were her lover. She was quivering with anticipation, eager to have him bury his
muzzle in her cunt, eat her out like a bitch in heat.
"Oh God..."
Just thinking about it, thinking about the past, about the way it had felt with the dog
sloshing his tongue all over her body – again Betty breathed the dog's name.
She petted his haunches as he dropped his head and began licking the pool of gravy
from her navel. She threw back her head, feeling a rush of triumph. Finally, at long last
Benito was touching her! How good it felt, how shamelessly good it felt to have his
tongue caressing her flesh, leaving long trails of spittle on her skin!
"Ohhhhh... oh yes, Benito, yes, ohhh God... uhhh... lick me all over."
Betty shook more of the sauce onto her palm and rubbed it into the tangled thatch of
her cunt hair. To know that the smell of the stuff pleased the dog made it exciting to
her too. She felt excited to be greasing herself and more excited that the dog was licking
her clean. His tongue seemed to go wherever the brown sauce was.
She tried it around her ears and Benito moved up, dutifully cleaning her there. The
tickling rub was maddening. Betty began moving her hips against the sofa cushions.
"Good dog," she gasped. "Good dog!"
She spread her thighs and shook the bottle right into her steamy cunt. She groaned,
feeling the sauce drenching her already slick cuntlips. Some of the gravy was oozing
into her asshole.
The dog growled, lurching forward and eating at her pussy with a wild appetite. It was
what she wanted and needed. His nose moved up and down, up and down through her
cunt slit. He was forcing her inner cuntlips apart, stretching the mouth of her pussy.
"Uhhhhh... ooohhhhh!"
The German shepherd growled, letting his fangs nip along the puffed outer labes. The
feeling made her go wild. She snapped her head back, clutching her ringers into tight
fists and banging them against the sofa.
"Damn, damn!"
The sauce bottle slipped from her fingers, rolled along the floor. It didn't matter now,
though. The animal was aroused sufficiently to forget about the gravy.
Desperate, Betty clawed at the dog's furry neck, urging him on, restraining him when
the biting made her wince in pain. Flames of incredible goodness were lapping up her
thighs, making her pant, making her writhe as the itchy thrills burned into something
much more intense, something that told her her climax was on its way.
"Ugh! Ohhhhhhh!"
Betty drew her knees back, then kicked one leg high in the air. Betty thrashed and
bucked against the dog's hungry muzzle. It was wonderful, insanely marvelous, to let
the animal lick her out like this. And how quickly her body was responding to this
sloppy friction.
"Uhhh... what are you... you doing?" she panted, jerking her head off the pillows and
staring down at the big animal.
Benito had opened his jaws widely, then closed them on her cunt. She felt the fangs
pressing into the quivering swollen flesh, felt her cuntlips fluttering as he took her
pussy in his mouth and began shaking it gently. There had never been a feeling like
this in her life!
Betty went crazy, throwing her head back down and wallowing her shoulderblades
against the couch. She rubbed her legs on the pillows, dug her fingernails deeper into
the dog's coat. She could die doing this! It was the loveliest thing in the world! And still
she hadn't cum, hadn't reached the peak!
"Uhhhhhhhhh..."
Betty pranced her ass crazily, jerking it off the sofa while her hair splashed in her face.
"God, Benito!"
The big German shepherd was pawing at her thighs as if he were frustrated, as if he
were trying to get at something. Betty sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her tits slap
together. She raised her hands, pinching her nipples, drawing out more and more
sensation from her body as the dog licked her pussy frantically.
"Uhhhhh..."
Somehow she'd managed to find the bottle near the leg of the sofa, and she shook more
sauce onto her palm. Benito leaped higher, licking her hand hungrily. She groaned,
shaking the stuff everywhere.
Then, mad with lust, Betty tilted her ass up as far as she could, sliding the long glass
neck into her cunt. It was like being fucked.
She jerked her head from side to side as she felt the bottle glug out its contents into her
pussy. With another cry she flung the sauce bottle across the living room, hearing it
shatter against the far wall as the dog whined and plowed his muzzle between her soft
thighs once more.
"God, yessssssssss!"
Benito's tongue. It had actually entered her pussy, forcing the swollen cuntmeat wide
enough for him to suck out the sauce. He rolled and licked around and around the
sensitive ring of her cunt muscles.
Betty beat her fists now against the dog. She felt her pussy convulsing, growing hot,
relaxing, then growing hot again. And all the while his tongue was fucking deep,
sticking in, curling around and around. It was very close to the feeling of getting
fucked.
Again Betty pranced her ass up and down, jerking it around in circles. She wanted to do
anything, anything to increase the friction.
"Uhhhh..."
When Benito raked his tongue across her clit, she cried out and jerked her hands
forward, hugging his head hard. She wanted him to lick her everywhere at once.
Crying out wildly, Betty tilted her ass one way, and then the other. She felt the dog
digging at her thighs as she spread herself as widely open as possible to let him paw at
her cunt.
"Uhhhhhh... oh God, God, I'm... yaggghhh...I'm cumming!"
She was cumming hard and fast. For a moment Betty want to slow it down somehow.
She wanted to prolong this feeling. But then she knew it was impossible and only
wanted to feel that crazy rush of sexual delight.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Betty plunged and writhed and grunted with the wild tickle that built to a sharp point.
With another wild cry Betty felt the spasms hit her like a runaway truck. The power of
her climax choked off her breathing for a while.
"Cummmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg!"
Even when she closed her thighs after the peak of her orgasm has passed, the dog
whined and nosed around her pussy. His humping, powerful haunches made his prick
shake down from his belly.
Betty knew what he'd come to expect some satisfaction too. He was learning. He was
trying to rub his boner against her leg. She petted his neck and let him hunch against
her until she felt the hot streaks spurt out. Dogs did it so fast! They didn't seem to care
about prolonging the act at all.
Benito barked twice, then jumped off the sofa and went to curl in the corner where he
began licking his cock.
Betty rose and wiped off, throwing her gown over her shoulders once more. She was
even starting to lose her feelings of guilt. She padded quickly upstairs to her bedroom,
anxious to shower, to get out of the gown. She would lather up and wash, trying to
forget about the way she'd practically lured the animal to the sofa to lick her.


Chapter 10

"Your mom said it would be allright?"
"Yep, just as long as I get back before ten, Cindy said, a satisfied look on her face.
Cindy sat back down on the bed next to Teri, folding her legs under her ass. Her
mother had almost been too quick to let her stay out late again, especially the night
before school. Of course, Cindy had said she was just going to be over at Teri's. Still,
there usually would have been a barrage of questions. Now there was only a slight
hesitation.
Then Cindy thought of Chuck again and her heart quickened. No, she was was going
through with it.
"Great," Teri said, giggling and hugging her friend. "My folks won't be back from
Tahoe 'til around midnight. You know," she said confidentially, "we didn't do it when
you two left."
Cindy raised her eyebrows, feeling something like superiority flow through her. She
had always thought Teri a little more sophisticated, certainly more daring than she had
ever been. But she'd let a boy fuck her, and how good it had felt. Cindy had wanted to
talk to Teri all weekend about it. But one thing or other had prevented the girls from
really sitting down and talking until now.
"Well, how about tonight? You said Craig's coming over with Chuck. You know, after
some beer or something we'll just separate and... and, well, you know," Cindy said,
feeling her cunt getting all tight and itchy just thinking about it.
They had done a daring thing, calling up the boys and asking them over for the night...
at least, for a few hours. It had been insanity, and both of them had fallen prey to it.
"Craig got all excited when I touched his... his cock," Teri said, frowning as she
remembered. "The next thing I knew he was spraying that stuff all over my shorts. This
time I'm gonna make sure it'll be different. There won't be so much foolin' around."
"Oh, that's what I like," Cindy countered, closing her eyes and smoothing her fingers
over her thighs.
She remembered how how good Chuck had felt on top of her. But then there was all
that touching, all that kissing, all that feeling that set fire to her cunt! And it was going
to happen again, so soon, right here! She could hardly believe it. It was like having
Christmas and her birthday rolled up into one beautiful packet!
"Come on, let's get dressed and figure our plans out," Teri said, grabbing Cindy's hand
and pulling her off the bed.
"I'm so excited I could die," Cindy said, wondering about Chuck, wondering about how
he was going to treat her tonight.
At home, Benito had taken the edge from Betty's horniness that afternoon. But the
prickly heat returned again several hours later. Standing in the kitchen, Betty had
gripped the edge of the sink.
It was at that point that the phone had rung.
At first Betty thought it was Cindy cancelling her plans and her heart sank. Placing the
receiver against her ear, however, something immediately told her that wasn't the case.
It was Jack at the office. He was talking to her, saying something about being in the
neighborhood and dropping in. His words were coming to her in a swimming babble.
Betty shook her head, drawing her gown more closely to her body, forcing herself to
listen.
"... and I'm just coming back from the mountains and thought I could stop by. Your
daughter home?"
"Uh... no, but..."
There was a long, meaningful pause at the other end of the line. She knew what that
meant, or could mean, and she let out a shuddering gasp.
"Good, I've got your address. In a few minutes, then."
"Yes, I mean... but..."
There was a click, then came the buzzing dial tone.
Coming here now! God, he was going toFḞ come over her now!
She slammed down the receiver and stood there transfixed. She was still in that slinky
nightgown; Betty had felt no reason to change. She enjoyed moving around semi-naked,
especially after the dog had aroused and satisfied her body. But now... now with Jack
coming over.
When she stood there pondering her fate, time passed. In a moment or two she saw
Benito pick his head up, prick his ears forward, then growl softly.
Someone was coming! There were footsteps coming up the walk! Betty backed away.
No, no, I won't answer the door. He can pound all evening and I won't answer the
door!
But she found herself walking slowly to the door, placing her fingers on the doorknob,
turning it.
"Hi, I just got out of the tub and..."
"Looks nice. For me?" Jack said cockily, stepping in without even being asked.
Betty closed the door. It was insane, crazy! She should show him the door, tell him she
was mistaken, that Cindy was just over at the neighbors and could walk in at any
second.
Instead, she stood there, staring at him.
Jack was wearing a blue flannel shirt and a pair of Levi's that looked somewhat dirty.
From his stubby beard and uncombed hair it appeared he had been out in the
wilderness. It suited him.
Betty felt her heart constrict. "My daughter-"
"You look more like a sister," Jack said. He was very close to her, looking down into
her eyes. He looked at her throat too and at the point where her gown came together
just over her tits.
"Jack, look, I don't know why I said yes to your coming over, but... but maybe you
should..." She hesitated. That was rude. After all, she had asked him in. At least she
should offer him a drink, something to make up for her cold attitude. "Do you want
something to drink?"
"A beer would be nice," he said, smirking at her.
Betty knew they were fencing with one another. He was there on some dare of his
own... just like a man. So cocky, so sure he could get her in the sack with a minimum
of effort.
Betty swept from the living room, pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and
opened it.
"Thanks." Taking the bottle from her, Jack took several long swallows, wiping his lips
with the back of one hairy hand and then staring long at her.
Betty felt uncomfortable and backed away.
"I thought about you a lot this weekend... about our little conversation a while ago."
Betty blushed furiously. She remembered that conversation, remembered the way she'd
felt when he came near her. His body heat had nearly seared her brain.
And now Jack was standing close to her in the living room. He was acting as if he
weren't in a hurry, as if he expected to stay for some time. That made her nervous and
yet it pleased her in a strange way. Again Betty was thankful her daughter was away for
a while.
"I..." She was afraid her face was showing her thoughts, her smoldering desire. Because
it was her thoughts, her lusts, that were driving her into the arms of this man. "I'll see
you tomorrow, then."
It was a terrible remark, but one that should tell him where she stood.
"I'm not planning to go... just yet."
Her heart stopped, then started again as a shocking thrill rushed over her body. He had
declared his intentions. Something between panic and delight charged her brain. She
could see his nostrils flaring. He was hot, just as hot as she was. Had he smelled her hot
cunt? Betty felt she couldn't get her breath. She put one hand to her tits and shuddered.
"Okay?" he asked.
His hands were suddenly supporting her by the shoulders. His fingers felt so strong and
hot there. Betty let herself relax against them and leaned against his chest.
"You want it... want it bad, don't you?" he said, rubbing his hands over her neck.
Betty wanted to say no but could only moan. His body felt so good, so firm! "Please..."
Jack pulled back. He was smiling, his eyes slanting, reflecting the mischief and lust he
felt.
"What are you doing to me?" she gasped.
In a moment she felt him kissing her hair, fondling her tits, smoothing his fingers over
her thighs while bunching her gown up in his hands. He was going to take her clothes
off right there and fuck her! He was going to fuck her.
"No, don't..."
But things had gone too far. She heard the beer bottle thud to the floor, heard the
contents gurgle out onto the carpeting. But Betty didn't care. She was swimming in her
own rioting emotions, loving and hating what was happening to her at the same time.
She giggled, knowing she was either crazy or some kind of nymphomaniac.
And then he was parting her gown, spreading it open. She felt the edge inch down over
the tops of her tits, cling for a moment on her nipples, then slip off. In another second
he was mouthing her nipples, sucking them while smoothing his fingers over her flat
belly. The room exploded, crashing down onto her head as this stud, this handsome,
bearded stud was making love to her!
"Uhhhhh... ohhhh, Jack, yes, yes, yesss!"
In a moment he had her on the sofa, his lips on her face, her throat, her tits. And how
her ass squirmed on the sofa, her thighs spreading for his touch.
When his finger slid into her flooding cunt crack, Betty groaned loudly, kissing him like
a crazed woman. She tightened her cuntlips around his probing ringer, clamping one of
her hands over his to push him deeper.
"Fuck me... please, fuck me!" she cried.
"Yeah Betty, that's just what I've been plannin' to do for a long time."


Chapter 11

Betty wasn't too sure what happened next. He was fingering her cunt, playing with her
clit. And then in another moment he was carrying her up the stairs, her feet scraping
along the plastered wall.
And then she was naked, on her back, her pussy burning wildly while Jack unbuttoned
his shirt, unzipped his trousers, and freed that big hunk of cockmeat that swung from
between his legs.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed as he climbed into the big king-sized bed and rolled
on top of her. It was all so much a dream, so much a wild, wonderful dream!
"God!"
"You're a beautiful woman, and you've been wasting it, baby, wastin' it," he whispered.
"And now I'm gonna show you what you've been missing."
She felt him working his fingers up along the insides of her thighs, forcing apart her
cuntlips so he could work a finger deep into her cunt. His finger pushed in, smoothing
against her pussyflesh.
Betty rolled her ass forward, pushing her hands up against his arms and silently
begging him for more friction, more of that touch. But Jack was toying with her,
watching her grunt with the teasing sensation of almost being filled. Betty thought how
much like this it had been with Benito, with the dog.
"Ohhhhh..."
How she burned down there! How her cunt flooded juice. She wanted him, wanted a
prick to fuck her.
"Come on, baby..."
His hands were holding her wrists pinned to the bed while his knees spread her widely
apart.
Betty rolled her head from side to side, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her mouth
and chin. She was babbling while she felt his prick rubbing up and down, up and down
over her loins. She could feel the drag of his balls over her flesh, could feel the thick
matting of chest hairs tickling her nipples. How her tits jiggled and slapped together
wetly with each shuddering breath she took.
Fucked! She was actually, finally going to get fucked!
"Uhhhhhhhh..."
She felt his cockhead snaking through her blonde cuntal thicket, edging closer and
closer to her juicy hole.
Groaning, Betty twisted her body around, angling her ass up, rolling back and kicking
her legs high in the air! The pillow was crushed under her head.
Jack was breathing hard, panting against her throat while his fingers searched frantically
around for her nipples. He found them and pinched them between his calloused
thumbs and forefingers, rolling them around while he tensed his thigh muscles and
drove forward, tucking his knees under her ass for more leverage.
Betty howled, feeling the pressure build up suddenly against her bloated cuntlips. For
the first time in all these long, lonely years, the woman felt a prickhead burrowing into
her cunt, tunneling in her greased pussymeat while his balls slapped noisily against her
ass. "Uhhhhhhh
She felt ecstasy with the entry of Jack's cock head. Her arms slipped from his shoulders
and she lay there for several moments. Inch by throbbing inch, he shoved in his prick,
his hunk of meat pulsing over the slick bumps of her pussy.
"Fucking, baby, good hot fucking. That's what we're doing," he panted.
"Ohhhhhh, it's so good, so very, very good!" she moaned.
Her legs were spread apart as widely as they could go so his cock would slide deeper
inside her. She could feel that hot, stiff prick fucking her awfully fast.
Jack was biting her, pinching her nipples, sliding over her body on the thick coat of
sweat that oozed from her pores.
"Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhh!" Betty groaned with each fucking thrust.
The bed creaked and groaned with their wild movements, each one trying to draw the
maximum amount of sensation from the other. It was a battle, a fight in which there
could be no losers.
"Fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out!" he cried excitedly.
Betty whimpered, feeling like a bitch in rut.
And now he was hammering his prick against her clit, flattening her pussylips with his
groin.
Jack tried stopping, swore, then began fucking her once more in earnest. His weight
kept shaking her over and over as he fucked his way into her body. She was grunting
with the force of his shoves. Her cunt was being stretched wide open by the hard
strokes. How good it was to have a prick in her!
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
And then a flash of fire signaled the end for both of them.
Betty was cumming, cumming hard and fast. She felt her legs swing instinctively up,
circling Jack's back. Her arms circled his neck, drawing him closer while her ass ground
up to meet him.
"Shoot it out, baby... ughhhhhh... shoot!"
Betty felt the orgasmic tension build. And then hell and heaven merged, exploding as
hot jizz spattered from his cock into her pussy. Her cunt walls fluttered, then spasmed
and clutched onto that shooting hunk of cockmeat as reality seemed to fade away in a
brilliant flow of colors.
A half hour later Betty lay on her back, her hair fanned out around her.
Jack was stroking her tits with one hand, fumbling with his prick with the other.
"You were good... real good, abut as good as I thought you'd be. It's not right, a woman
like you, bottling yourself up like that," he commented, kissing her chin.
"You... knew?"
Jack laughed, then moved up close against her.
Betty sighed, feeling his stiffening prick rubbing over her left thigh. Hard again.
Glancing down, Betty felt her breath caught. Now, she could see just how big and fat
his cock was.
"You're... you're ready to go again, aren't you?" she asked a little breathlessly.
"Yeah, but why don't we try something.... you know, something else," he suggested
with a smile, putting one hand behind her neck and pushing her head down... toward
his crotch.
Betty knew what he wanted her to do. She'd tried it with her husband Phil several
times. It had been so – so. But now with Jack, the fact that he wanted her to put her
mouth on his prick was exciting.
Getting up, sliding around and backing down, Betty crawled between Jack's thickmuscled, 
hairy legs. He propped himself up against the pillow, folding his hands behind
his head and watched her.
Betty knelt, feeling the terribly sexy pull of her tits against her chest. There was a
rustling outside in the hall. And then she realized Benito had come in. Jack had failed
to close the bedroom door, and she'd been too excited in the first place to notice until
now. The dog paused by the bed, tilting his head to one side, staring at the two of
them.
"Go... away," she whispered, taking hold of that hunk of dickmeat and feeling her heart
about to jump out of her chest!
Her breath went ragged as she held his cock gingerly. She stuck out her tongue, letting
his prickhead rest on the tip of her tongue.
Jack grunted with obvious pleasure, rocking his body from side to side. Betty went back
to sucking and licking, feeling the bed sag suddenly behind her. Benito had hopped up
and was nosing her shoulders.
"No!" she cried, slapping him on the chest.
"Oh yeahhhh..." Jack was writhing in a wild joy as she sank her head down, down, her
cheeks puffing out as his cock slipped onto her tongue and headed back toward her
throat. He was so tense he was shivering.
She had no idea he would react like this! Once more it made her so hot, so very very
hot and wet down there between her legs.
In a moment Betty was on her hand and knees, bobbing her head up and down, her
cheeks puffing out each time the fat head of his cock fucked into her throat. Jack was
tensing his ass muscles, hunching up, helping her in her wild mouth-fucking.
Suddenly a jolt of fear and shame shot through her. Instead of rushing from the room
Benito was sticking his nose between her asscheeks and wetting down her crotch.
"Oh nooooo!" she gasped, moving back, spit drooling from her lips and down over her
pulsing cock.
The big blue veins throbbed excitedly against his cock skin as Betty fought to push the
dog off her bed. She was frantic with the fear of discovery. Then glancing up, she saw it
was too late. Jack was staring at her with a bemused look, having seen Benito lapping
his mistress.
"Oh God... I'm so embarrassed... I could die!"
"I don't blame him. You smell good, I'd be licking you if I could."
"You... you don't mind?"
"Hell no. It's a turn-on," he gasped.
Betty let her head fall heavily over his cock. When the purplish crown gouged against
her throat, she swallowed hard, tasting the bleachy, salty flavor of his pre-cum.
Benito was behind her, wallowing his black nose into her cunt. She felt her tense cunt
muscles convulse around that invasion. The dog growled and drove his tongue in a wild
lapping frenzy over her opened pussy. The hair curled along the sides of her cuntlips,
wet with the animal's hot spit.
Betty sensed the German shepherd's touch was somehow lighter than before. He went
at her with the same eagerness as before. But when his tongue brushed that hard lump
of her clit, it was so soft, so whisper soft. She widened her knees on the mattress,
feeling Benito hunker down between her slick loins.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
Benito had centered his licking attention on her clit. That pink bump had been stiff and
wildly sensitive. It felt like it was at least a half-inch long. The dog tongued it, tried to
flatten it down into the surrounding wet cuntal flesh.
Betty danced her plump ass up and down, hearing the dog whine behind her.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Spit oozed from between her lips, dotting his cock hairs while Betty lapped at the
sensitive groove just behind Jack's cockhead.
It had a wild result. The big stud pounded the mattress with his fists and cursed. She
felt like she had a sex-crazed man at her mercy on the bed and another eating out her
cunt behind her. God, was he ever eating it!
When Benito got really excited, Betty could feel his fangs. She could feel them now.
They pressed into her cuntlips, rimming the aching flesh around her pussy hole. She
gasped with delight, her long hair tickling over Jack's muscled belly. She bobbed down
to his tightening balls. His hands rested on her head. His chest and guts were hard.
It was the taste that came first. Betty felt no spurt at first. It was a subtle, flat 
taste that told her his cum had begun to squeeze up through his tight, hot meat.
Betty curved her tongue into a trough and thrust it back and forth against the underside
of his prickshaft. That was all the man needed. He cried, arched his back and let go a
powerful stream that spattered against the back of her throat.
Betty gulped it down. "Uhhhhhh..."
Benito's mouth was gone. She felt him paw her buttocks and shake her gently.
Streams of cum dribbled down her throat. How she loved that slimy spunk! And
behind her, she couldn't stop Benito from doing what he wanted.
"Uhhhh..."
And in a moment Jack was even helping the dog. He reached forward, holding one leg
up and open for the horny dog. And then Betty saw the excitement in his eyes. His
fingers closed over her tit, while they kissed. He was kissing her cummy mouth and
rubbing a thumb against one nipple while the dog rooted against her tight cunt.
Betty whimpered into Jack's mouth, the dog's tongue fucking her. He was making
violent fucking motions. And each snap of his back made the red boner dance up and
down against his belly.
In a moment Benito was cumming, shooting against her while Jack was kissing her,
squeezing her tit at the same time.
"Yagghghhh!" Betty thrashed madly on the bed, jerking her cunt up and down against
the dog's tongue.
And it was good, so good she knew she'd never be the same again. She pressed her
open mouth against Jack's neck and licked him just as Benito had licked her. Thrilling
jolts of lust exploded in her cunt. But the dog had fallen back, exhausted now. Another
spasm rocked her and she cried out to be touched.
Jack pushed three fingers into her pussy and slid them in and out, in and out, like a
cock.
Betty finished cumming with a cry of painful joy. She wanted Jack to teach her, teach
her as she should have let him long ago. There wouldn't be long nights of dreaming
about men, about what they could do for her. She would have a real man who didn't
care about stupid morals.
Of course she would have to be careful about Cindy. She would give the girl a bit more
freedom. And while her daughter was on a date, she too would be having her own fun.
"Ohhhhh Jack, it was wonderful," she sighed, falling back against him.
In the background she could hear Benito's tongue slurping over his shrinking prick. It
had been such a fun night.
Miles away, in Teri's house, Cindy too was sighing with sexual exhaustion, wiping the
cum from her lips as Chuck caressed her face with his big hands. It had been another
first for her, sucking off a man's prick after he'd made her cum with it!
Teri was probably fucking her brains out somewhere upstairs. Good.
It was time for her friend just as it had been time for her several days ago.
"Feeling good, honey?" Chuck asked, drawing her close to him.
"Oh yes, yes, the best, ever," she gasped happily, letting him kiss her all over.
If only she could get more time away from the house, away from her mother's ever
watchful eye. She'd have to work on it. Perhaps she could slowly ease her way into
more freedom – and into Chuck's arms.
"We still got some time left," he said, checking the wall clock in the living room.
Cindy blushed. They were going to fuck again. Good! Wonderful! She had found a new
freedom and would never let it go.
Somehow, some way she would get away from her mother and meet Chuck again and
again.
Little did she realize just how easy it was going to be.


THE END
