MOM LOVES THE DOG
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

"Ohhhhh..." Janet Noley closed her eyes, her fingers curling until her fingernails bit
into her damp palms.
Leaning against the blue wing chair in her living room, the attractive thirty-six-year-old
blonde felt the rippling sexual charge tickle the insides of her tightening thighs. How
damp and warm and achy tight she was down there between her legs! It had been so
long since a man had...
"I can't... can't think about this... just can't..."
Janet felt she had to get control of herself once more. This kind of behavior was
uncalled for, especially considering her age and her position as a young mother. Love
was something for the young, for people like her daughter Bobbie.
"God!"
There, the crisis had passed! Heaving a long, low shuddering sigh, Janet pressed her
hands together and drew them over her cheeks and jaw. How warm she was! Her flesh
was damp, her light white cotton blouse clinging uncomfortably to her. It was an awful
feeling that made her cunt tighten so! How her cunt ached, the lips folding over one
another while juice seeped through the tangle of her blonde pussyhairs! And her
nipples! They stiffened, itching and aching as they scratched maddeningly against her
bra!
It had been that dream, that strange and wonderful erotic dream she had had last night.
As she moved away from the big chair and walked toward the fireplace, she realized
those dreams had been recurring more and more lately. They all started out the same –
she was scantily clad, most of her clothes laying in a heap near one side of the bed.
There was a man standing in the shadows, his shirt off, his pants down, his face
indistinguishable. But the one thing Janet noticed was his cock! His prick was sticking
straight out, long, thick and hard with a meaty head pulsing with lust.
And then the man came to her, kneeling on the bed, his hands gripping her shoulders
and twisting her around until she was lying flat on the mattress. Again she couldn't
make out his features. But she could feel his cock now wedged between her thighs, then
snaking up to her pussy.
His prick was rubbing against her cunt, the head bumping her clit, sending sensations
of delight to all parts of her body. She thrashed with joy as he cupped her tits,
squeezing hard until her nipples popped up. His body pushed hers deeper into the soft
mattress while his knees forced her legs apart farther and farther. All the while his prick
was slipping down until the head began forcing its way in, spreading the cuntlips
stickily apart, burrowing into the soft, slurpy dark-red cuntmeat while Janet arched her
back and tossed her head from side to side.
"Uhhhhh..."
And then she awoke, finding herself sitting bolt upright, her flesh damp and hot, her
cunt pulsing and itching from incredible arousal. How terrible, how absolutely terrible
those dreams had been. And always she came that way, slowly, teasingly, her pussy
itching and twitching while she lay alone in bed, panting hard.
"I can't... can't think about it... just can't think about it," she whispered.
Perhaps she should go out on dates once more. Janet had thought of doing that,
especially since Bobbie had been going out on dates too. That was one thing Janet knew
she had to watch. Did her daughter have the same powerful feelings about sex that she
had?
Oh Jack, why did you have to die? Janet thought, pausing at the near-by bar and staring
at a black and white photo that showed her and Jack at the beach. Now Bobbie was
anxious to go out on her own, experiment with life. How much should she let her?
Where and when should she put her foot down? The questions were so confusing,
being made more complex by her rising feelings of sexuality.
Shaking the thoughts from her head, Janet grabbed the vodka bottle. She had been
drinking in the afternoon lately – perhaps a bit too much. But it was the only way she
could control her feelings. It was five in the afternoon now, the reddening sun coloring
the living room as the shadows deepened. Bobbie would be home in another half, hour.
She might as well enjoy herself, Janet thought, tasting the cold vodka. School was to
start in three weeks.
Janet could feel the warming sensation of the liquor as it burned down her stomach.
Resting against the bar, she thought of something else. Her sister Gladys was sending
Abby, her daughter, here to Pasadena for a brief visit. Abby and Bobbie had been close
in the past. Perhaps Abby would exert a kind of calming influence over her daughter
for a while.
Janet glanced at her wristwatch. She had better start dinner. Finishing her drink, she
turned and walked toward the kitchen. Her flesh crawled with excitement as she felt the
subtle, rub of her cuntlips against one another and against her clit! Flashes of fire licked
up and down the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. It was sapping the strength from
her body.
Stopping in the doorway, Janet closed her eyes and braced one hand against the wall,
breathing deeply and trying to force those wicked, evil thoughts from her mind. It was
then she felt something very warm and furry against her calf.
"Oh!" she gasped, drawing one hand over her chest protectively as she peered down.
Caesar! Her lips curling into a wan smile, Janet shook her head, pressing her fingertips
to her lips and suppressing another cry. Caesar was the family's three-year-old German
shepherd.
"Just a few more minutes, Caesar, and I'll have your bowl ready for you," Janet said,
bending down and ruffling the fur behind his head.
Caesar growled softly, pushing back against her hand, his ears pricked forward while
his snout touched her leg. Janet's face wrinkled with consternation as she felt a
sensation of pleasure in that gentle, cold touch. Her fingers paused in the warm fur
while her breathing became more labored. When she realized she was breathing with a
wheezing, gasping sound, Janet pulled away from the German shepherd, turning and
moving toward the sink.
"What... what's happening to me?" Janet whispered, gripping the edge of the porcelain
counter top and staring out into the backyard.
She steadied herself against the sink. Why did that damned tingle in her pussy stay,
become worse and worse now, especially after Caesar had touched her innocently with
his snout?
"No... no... no," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side as she gripped the
edge of the sink.
She was a mature woman, someone who could control herself. She had controlled
herself these past five years since Jack's death. There had been times when she thought
about dating, about going out with another man. But things could get so complicated
with having Bobbie around.
Janet pushed herself away from the counter, realizing that this was the worst she had
felt in months. Yet, how wonderful it felt as her cuntlips rubbed together as she moved.
More juice frothed out, dampening the nylon material pressing up against her cuntlips.
Pausing at the refrigerator, Janet let out a nervous giggle. She was like a teenager, like
some damned silly girl who was going out on her first big date. "Bobbie... have to think
about her," Janet whispered. She turned around. "Caesar!" Janet felt another rush of
hot, tingly feelings race through her cunt, up her belly to her stiffening nipples as the
hungry German shepherd pressed his snout against her knee.
"Down, boy! Down, Caesar!"
She could hardly talk! Her mouth was so dry! It was the same feeling she had when she
and Jack would walk slowly to their bed, arm-in-arm, knowing full well what would
happen. But why was she having this feeling with her dog?
"No, no, this can't be happening," she whispered, eyes wide, staring at the big animal.
Caesar was standing next to her, his' bushy tail raised high, the tip curled slightly while
his ears pricked forward. He was a handsome beast – big, muscular, his pointy ears
twisting back and forth while his black nostrils quivered near her leg. She and Bobbie
had bought him as a pup, raising him lovingly, training him to be a guard dog and a
family pet.
"Uhhhhh..." Caesar was doing it again, brushing his snout against her calf.
"No, Caesar! Now stop it. I'm getting your dinner now!"
Opening the refrigerator door, Janet dazedly reached in and began pulling out things
for the dog and for her daughter. Her mind was still whirling about in confusion when
she dropped the dish of butter.
"Oh no!" Helplessly she watched as the porcelain dish shattered into a thousand pieces,
the butter skidding over the tiled kitchen floor. Janet bent down, gathering the larger
pieces.
Caesar sniffed, smelling the same strange, delicious aroma his nose had caught wafting
out from under her short black skirt.
As Janet was about to stand, Caesar bumped her hard, catching her off-balance.
"Ohhhh!" Janet gasped.
The pieces of porcelain shot out from her hand, tinkling over the floor as she sprawled
on the tiles. In an instant she felt the dog's snout sliding between her thighs, bumping
the underside of her cuntal mound.
For a second Janet lay there, her nostrils flaring. She shuddered.
The dog was touching her between her thighs! A dog was attacking her, and all she was
doing was lying there, her knees shaking, pressing against the floor while her ass
humped up as if to accommodate the animal.
"No, Caesar, bad dog!" Janet reached around, slapping back at the German shepherd,
crawling away from him.
Caesar grew bolder, however, crawling with her, sliding up between her legs once more
and starting to lick the sensitive spots behind her knees. Janet shuddered. He was
licking her down there.
Again Janet tried to slap him with both hands. But the dog evaded her blows easily,
moving back to his original target. Why was he licking her legs, getting higher and
higher? Was it because she was excited sexually? That had to be it! He had smelled her,
sniffed her cunt, and he was growing excited.
"Caesar, get back!"
But the animal remained, his paws touching her thighs, his snout rubbing up higher
until it was nearly touching her juice-dampened panties.
Mustering what strength she could, Janet pressed the flat of her hands against the cool
kitchen floor, pushing up, getting to her feet shakily and leaning against the
refrigerator. She breathed deeply while she tried clearing her mind.
But the animal was still there, whimpering and whining around her feet, rubbing up
against her legs, tilting his head back and trying to get his tongue back between her
thighs.
"No!" Why wouldn't he obey her? All the other times Caesar would shrink away at her
command. Now he was after her as if she were his prey.
"Have to get out of here," she breathed, turning and stumbling from the kitchen.
Janet made it as far as the living room, bracing herself against the bar, gazing at the
bottle of vodka.
Caesar was pausing at the doorway now, his head cocked to one side, his tail wagging
briskly.
"Stay," she commanded, pointing a finger at him.
The animal whimpered, his forelegs trembling, his tail dropping between his
hindquarters slowly.
Janet smiled. She reached for that bottle of liquor, then poured the vodka into a tall
glass.
"Thank God," she muttered, tilting the glass back and feeling the liquor burn
soothingly down her stomach once more.
A warm, radiating glow spread through her body. That dog. Perhaps she would have to
get rid of him tomorrow. What a shame! He had been such a good guard dog, and a
fine family pet... up to now.
Taking the glass with her, Janet slipped off the tall bar stool and sauntered to the wing
chair. Pausing, she turned around and saw to her satisfaction that Caesar was still at the
doorway, looking at her, as if waiting for her to beckon him.
"No," she said firmly, sitting down, feeling her ass sinking comfortably into the
overstuffed pillow.
The dog had made her irritation worse. His warm, furry touch had increased the heat
between her legs. Would she have to go up to her room now and let her fingers brush
over her cuntal crack? She had done that many times, touched her pussy, screwed her
fingers into her pussy and felt the muscles tightening as she thought of Jack, of any
man who would take her in his arms and fuck her!
"Uhhhhhh..."
The drink shook in her grip.
She would have to touch herself. She couldn't stand this tight, hot achy sensation
between her thighs any longer. It would drive her insane.
"No! Caesar, get back!"
He had disobeyed her again! The dog was there, sitting between her spread legs,
pushing his snout up between her thighs. He was pushing hotly against her cunt
mound again.
Janet could feel the nylon of her panties being pressed up between the puffy lips of her
cunt. She tightened her thighs and buttocks, raising her ass off the cushion.
"No!"
Janet tried closing her knees, but the dog forced her thighs apart, one paw on her leg.
The drink spilled from her hand, the vodka soaking into the living room carpet.
Why not? Why the hell not? That question rattled around in her brain as she sat there
panting, panting as heavily as the dog. Janet sat there, her legs still spread apart, her
belly burning with excitement while the dog's tongue slipped up higher and higher.
"Ohhhh..."
Encouraged by her reaction, Caesar grew bolder, forcing her thighs wider apart, licking
over her panty crotch panel, then shoving his head down and in and licking at her
asscheeks.
"No, no, I won't let this happen!" Janet cried, forcing herself out of the chair.
She was walking as if in a dream, the room spinning around and around, her feet
becoming entangled more than once. She had to get outside, go someplace where the
animal wouldn't touch her so boldly.
"Uhhhh..."
She was so hot, so damned hot! Janet could smell her pussy now, could smell the hot
arousal of her pussy. Now she knew why Caesar was so excited. She knew why he was
butting her thighs apart, trying to get at her cunt.
"Get... get away from me, Caesar!" Janet cried, her face growing red and hot.
She braced herself against Jack's old bookcase now. Her fingers slipped over several
thick volumes of Chaucer as she toppled back to the floor. Again the dog acted quickly,
moving in between her splayed thighs and shoving his head forward.
Janet heard him growling, feeling his warm fur against her flesh. And then she felt his
tongue licking her clit. Janet cried out, kicking one leg in the air and biting her lower
lip. It was so wrong, but she couldn't stop.
Tossing around on the floor, kicking at the animal, Janet now knew she would
surrender to the dog. And her desires.


Chapter 2

Janet snaked slowly across the living room carpet. She bumped her forehead against the
coffee table, spilling several magazines onto the floor.
Still the dog hotly pursued her, his paws scratching at her ankles, catching her first by
one leg, then the other, and always his tongue slathering up and down her flesh, licking
over her ankles and knees. And then there were times when he moved higher, licking
her thighs, her pussy.
"Uhhhh..."
The dog was licking noisily at her crotch. She could feel the spit-dampened nylon being
pulled away from her body. She could feel that hot, slick surface of Caesar's tongue
touching one exposed cuntlip. Soon he would have her panties off!
"Uhhh... don't do this to me, Caesar! Don't... oh don't..."
Again Janet tried kicking the animal away. But he stayed with her, forcing her skirt up
to her waist now.
He was mounting her, his forepaws braced on the backs of her thighs, his head poised
over her ass. And then he was licking her panties again, wetting it down with so much
saliva that she could feel his tongue as if the material weren't there!
Janet groaned, digging her fingernails into the carpet, pulling herself forward. The
rubbing sensation of the carpet against her pussy felt so good! Her cunt ached and
throbbed from all that lust she had been fighting off! And now the dog was exciting her
more and more, bringing that lust up to a fever pitch!
"Nooo!"
Why had she done it? Why had she turned around, rolled onto her ass? Now she was
exposed, her knees raised from, the, floor, her legs apart.
And there was Caesar between her legs, his proud head bobbing up and down, his
tongue licking up and down the crotch panel of her panties, then sliding up past the
stretched elastic band to her belly. He was licking her navel, brushing his tongue over
her warm stomach and up to her bra!
Reaching down, Janet cupped the German shepherd's maw and pushed him away,
drawing her knees together and rolling on her side. She couldn't 'go on with him this
way. There was something too degrading about letting an animal touch her, even in the
state of high heat she was in.
Caesar was growling.
Twice Janet tried getting to her feet. But her arousal was too strong. Resigned to
crawling to safety, Janet dragged her body to the stairs. Caesar resumed his attack,
wedging himself once more between her knees and forcing her over onto her back.
"Ohhhhhh... oh God, help me, somebody, please help me!"
She was beating at the animal, flailing her fists weakly at the German shepherd. But
Caesar easily ducked her wild blows, keeping his head down there, his tongue slurping
up and down over the wet crotch panel of her panties. And now that narrow band of
nylon had become twisted. Her pussy was exposed.
Caesar whined.
"Ohhhhhh no, no! Don't do this... oh God, don't do this..."
But the animal kept on.
She felt his tongue sloshing higher and higher, leaving long wet trails on her quivering
pink flesh. Her knees sagged farther and farther apart, her toes curling. It felt good, so
very, very good!
How her panties were drenched with doggie spit! It was unbelievable, but Janet found
herself responding to the animal's affection. She was tensing her ass muscles, moving
her ass up and down, pushing her cunt against the dog's maw.
"Noooo..."
She tried to cut through the red fog of sensuality that had settled over her brain. But it
was impossible. There was nothing she could do against the dog, against that part of
herself that wanted his tongue sloshing up and down against her pussy. Janet sucked in
a shuddering breath, telling herself it was just friction, just sloppy, wet friction, one
surface rubbing against another as the animal continued to feast on her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Caesar, bad dog. Oh God, get away from me, please... please get away!"
Fires of delight burned through her, scorching her veins with lust. Janet heard the dog
whimpering more loudly now, felt the tip of his snout moving from side to side,
pressing against the nylon.
And then she felt his tongue against her pussylips! He was touching her there, touching
her cunt with his maw, the short bristly hairs on his snout raising such wonderful
sensations between her thighs.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Caesar drew back, licking her thighs, then opening his powerful jaws and sinking his
fangs into the soft white flesh. He was biting her gently, his teeth nipping at her left
thigh, drawing such exquisite pleasure from the panting woman.
Janet thrashed madly on the floor, her ass moving in frantic circles while her nostrils
flared and burned with the oxygen she sucked in.
"Uhhhhh..."
She couldn't stand it! There was going to be no escape from here now! She would let
the dog touch her all over, bring her off! This was better than her hand, better than
lying in bed and thinking up some fantasy man touching her.
Crying out, Janet twisted her body around, one leg hitting the handrail of the stairs
leading to the upstairs bedroom. How obscene this must look – she and the dog
wriggling around the living room floor, their bodies pressed against one another while
his head was buried in her pussy. And all the while there was that wonderful sexy
slurping sound of his tongue washing over her clit.
"Ohhhhh... ohhhhhhh lick me... lick me all over!"
Janet couldn't believe she was actually encouraging the animal to lick her. But it was
happening. She could feel the wet nylon twisting around her buttocks, sliding down as
the big German shepherd started going mad. He was growling, gouging his claws
against her thighs, leaving long red marks while his long nose slid up and down against
the flooded slick folds of her pussy.
Again and again Janet felt shuddering spasms tear through her cunt, making her pussy
muscles spasm.
Janet cried out in between her panting groans, feeling his tongue part her cunt, stiffen,
then screw into it. How good it felt to have that German shepherd's tongue licking her,
licking all of her pussy.
Janet pranced her ass up and down again, feeling the hot spittle oozing down into her
asscrack and trickling into her shitter. God! She was going to cum, cum in this
wonderful animal's mouth!
Her clothes clung uncomfortably to her body; she wanted to take them off, to strip in
front of this wonderful licking beast and then let him touch her all over with his maw!
"God!" she shouted, her voice sounding cracked and hollow, her eyes wide with lust.
Janet felt her mind shattering as Caesar continued to lick. She was building steadily
toward an orgasm, a climax the likes of which she hadn't felt since her husband had
fucked her.
Crying out again, she extended one leg, pointing her toes, feeling the muscles in her
thighs tensing, relaxing, then tensing again. Her cuntwalls fluttered, the muscles of her
pussy tightening against that plunging, licking tongue that scoured the slick walls.
"Uhhhhhhh... Caesar!"
The dog licked harder and harder now, concentrating on the upper zone of her pussy,
touching her clit again and again.
Janet thought she would go insane. Her mind reeled with the hungry need to increase
the stimulation in her cunt. She put one shaky hand on her pussy, feeling just how wet
and soaked it was, feeling the slick hairs wet with the dog's spittle.
Caesar moved his tongue up and licked her fingers. Janet groaned, closing her eyes,
thrashing from side to side as she dragged her wet fingers up her belly. Her tits ached,
the nipples feeling as if they were going to explode!
"Uhhhhh... lovely, lovely..."
She stuck one finger, then two, into her pussy, stabbing them in and out in time with
the dog's lapping tongue. She was going to cum. She was going to cum with her legs
high in the air, kicking out, her skirt wrapped around her waist while her panties were
down. And the dog was lapping at her pussy, his tongue wetting down her swollen
cuntlips while her fingers fucked in and out of her hole!
"Nooooo!"
Bright lights flashed in front of her. Janet felt tears of goodness and happiness rolling
down her hot cheeks while her ass wiggled madly for more sensation. She was moving
fast. Perspiration broke out all over her body. She felt a hot dampness under each tit
and around her belly as the dog's tongue filled her pussy.
Cumming. Cumming. She was on the edge, teetering on the very brink of a mind
shattering climax! And then the spasming throes of her orgasm cut through her like a
bolt of lightning!
"Yaggghhhhh! Oh God, God! Oh Caesar... uhhhhh, oh nooooooo!"
Janet couldn't control her breathing, her body movements, nothing. She spun wildly on
the floor, her feet kicking up, her thighs closing tightly around the dog's furry head and
squeezing him as his tongue kept fucking her cunt.
More and more thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body. Janet cried out again and
again, the fire storming up her thighs, burning through her cunt, finally exploding in a
cataclysm of shocking, radiant thrills.
When she finally opened her eyes, Janet found herself flat on the floor, her knees
widely apart, her blouse half opened, her hair tangled around her throat.
Reality began to trickle in, shattering the warm glow that had encased her body these
past few minutes. Shaking her head, Janet rose, putting one shaky hand to her head.
She looked around. There by the coffee table were the magazines she had knocked over.
Near the wing chair was the glass of vodka she had dropped.
Closing her eyes, putting one hand over her mouth, Janet tried to understand what had
happened. God, she had crossed some line, some terrible line. How could she ever talk
to her daughter about morality, about doing the right thing on a date.
"No!" Janet closed her eyes more tightly, waving a hand in front of her face as if she
could erase the terrible thing that had happened.
She felt some strength returning and weakly rose to her feet. A shower. That would
help. After climbing the stairs, Janet reached the top landing and shuffled down the hall
to the first bathroom.
"God forgive me," she muttered, closing the bathroom door and snaking off the soaked
panties from her legs.
Skinning off her blouse and bra, Janet bent over and turned on the water, stepping into
the tub and turning the shower on.
"Uhhhhh!"
Icy, cold water. Yes, that's what she wanted, what she needed to punish herself for
doing something so hideous. Janet felt shame and confusion and most of all impatience
with herself. She was thirty-six. How could she have let herself get into that kind of
situation? And of all things, with a dog?
"God!" Janet shivered, turning and letting the cold water flood over her tits and belly.
She was a bit high from the vodka – that and the sexual experience with Caesar.
Enough of the cold. Reaching down, she added warm water, reaching around and
taking up a bar of soap. She lathered up quickly, working the warm soap into her
swollen cunt. How it still throbbed at her light touch.
Closing her eyes, Janet leaned against the slick tiles, remembering the feel of the dog's
fur against her thighs, the touch of his tongue, of his maw against her swollen cuntlips!
How she had loved it, encouraged him to touch and lick her allover as she kicked her
legs high in the air! What on earth had come over her?
"Won't think of it now," she gasped, washing the soap off her body, then turning off
the water.
Stepping from the tub, Janet toweled herself off, gathered her sweat-dampened clothes
from the floor and padded to her bedroom, changing quickly. It was time for Bobbie to
come home.
Janet laughed softly, pausing in front of the mirror as she buttoned her blue cotton
blouse and tucked it into her skirt. If her daughter could only know what had happened
there in the living room she wouldn't have thought her mother so old-fashioned.
But what would she think of her mother? What could she think of a woman who let a
dog crawl up between her legs and lick her cunt?
Janet let out a soft moan, burying her face in her hands and rocking slowly from side to
side. How would she be able to look at Bobbie again.
The door!
Her daughter was home.
Gathering her wits about her, Janet left the bedroom, stepping into the hall just in time
to hear Bobbie talking to Caesar.
"Hi, Caesar! Oh, hi, boy! You missed me, hmmmmm?"
Janet hesitated halfway down the stairs, her fingers tightening around the wooden
handrail. There was Bobbie sitting cross-legged on the floor with the dog draped over
her lap. He was licking her face, his paws touching her thighs, his ears pricked forward.
Janet thought she was going to fall.
"Stop that, Caesar!" Janet cried.
"Mother!"
"I said get away from her, Caesar!" Janet said, ignoring her daughter's plea.
"That's all right, Caesar, we'll play later,"
Bobbie said, scratching the whimpering animal behind his ears.
"I don't like you playing with the dog that way," Janet said stiffly, desperately trying to
keep the red down from her cheeks. "It's not... right for you to be doing something like
that with him. You don't know where his paws have been."
"Caesar's clean," Bobbie replied, looking up at her mother, then shrugging and getting
up from the floor.
Janet noticed her daughter's small black bag, water stains coming through the nylon.
"Were there many people at the pool?" Janet asked, rubbing her fingers over her arms,
wanting to change the subject desperately.
"Oh, a few... some of the guys. Most of them are creeps anyway, wanting to show off,"
Bobbie said absently, walking to the hall mirror and pushing her fingers through her
shoulderlength blonde hair.
Janet stared at her daughter. There were times when, she forgot how beautiful Bobbie
was. Bobbie was at that awkward stage between playing with dolls and being one. Did
she do anything on dates? They had had serious talks about that sort of thing, and
Bobbie assured her she wouldn't let a man touch her. But that was so long ago. Times
had changed. Bobbie had grown older.
Janet looked worriedly at her daughter, climbing down the rest of the stairs and
wondering what on earth she could say to her.
"Your cousin Abby's coming to visit tomorrow for a few days."
"Yes, I know," Bobbie said, glancing again into the mirror, then turning to her mother.
"Is dinner ready yet?"
"No, I'll put on something, Bobbie. And try to make Abby feel at home. She's such a
nice girl," Janet said, wondering how all this would end.


Chapter 3

"... and you never let a guy... fuck you, you know?"
"No... but I want to... well, that is, when the time's right."
Bobbie sipped her lemonade, adjusting the two blue patches of the bikini tops over her
tits as she wriggled against the warm green plastic of the chaise lounge. She and her
cousin Abby were lying out in the sun the following day. Abby had come early in the
morning with two pieces of luggage, all smiles and chatter.
Now she lay quietly next to Bobbie, her long brown hair flowing past her shoulders.
"I let a guy touch me there once... you know, just with his fingers," Abby said after a
pause, pulling down her sunglasses and sneaking a look at her cousin to see Bobbie's
reaction.
"You... you did?"
Bobbie felt a kind of swarmy feeling in the pit of her stomach as she thought of having
a guy all over her, his hands sneaking under her dress, under her panties, the fingertip
touching her cunt.
"It was... it was kinda fun. But he wanted to go further," Abby continued, wrinkling her
forehead in displeasure. "I didn't let him do that, even though he tried."
"Wow!"
Bobbie moved her hips a little, feeling the sun-warmed material of her bikini bottoms
pressing teasingly against her virgin pussy. She had thought about that a lot lately,
about having guys do things to her. There were times when she wanted to talk to her
mother about that, about the propriety of those kind of feelings. But something told the
girl that her mother just wouldn't understand. Her mother was so prudish at times, so
stand-offish about sex. And that subject was foremost in Bobbie's mind.
"He tried... but I threatened to scream," Abby said.
Bobbie sighed, putting down her lemonade and sinking back into the cushions. What
would it be like – having some guy touch her? There were times she had lain in bed
and touched herself, closing her eyes and pretending it was one of the guys on the
football team. But that was different. She could stop whenever she wanted, although she
usually continued until those fiery feelings swept over her pussy and brain.
Bobbie knew some girls who went all the way lots of times and kept telling her there
was nothing to it. But the thought of having a man's cock inside her made her shiver.
Six inches, maybe more! God, something that big and hard would split her in two!
"Wow, Abby. You've sure got more courage than I have. My mom'd kill me if she knew
I was even thinking about doing something like that."
"So would mine," Abby said, rolling over onto her side and casting a wicked look at her
cousin. "But I don't tell her anything. She keeps thinking I'm her little girl. Well, one of
these days I'm going to do it... and it's going to be wonderful. I just know it."
Abby rolled onto her small pert ass, hugging herself, while rubbing the backs of her
legs against the cushions. Bobbie stared at her, thinking about what she'd said, about
how she would feel if a guy were to fuck her.
"Well, I don't know. I mean, what if other people found out. I mean, your reputation...
and all that," Bobbie said thoughtfully, rubbing a pool of suntan oil over her flat belly
and admiring her smallish hips and thighs.
"Just have to be careful, I guess. It sure would be worth it, though, I think... sometimes.
I mean," Abby said, hugging herself and letting out a long sigh, "to have a guy holding
you... really holding you."
"Yeah..." Bobbie was shivering, her cunt growing hot and tight with those wicked
thoughts drifting through her mind.
More than once Bobbie had thought about letting one of the guys at school get fresh
with her. But then there was always the fear of her mother. Twisting to one side, she
felt the warm pressure of the bikini bottom against her cuntlips. Bobbie let out a gasp,
feeling the subtle pressure set off tiny tremors in her pussy.
"I think I'm gonna go to the pool to cool off. Wanna come?" Bobbie asked, slipping a
large white towel over her shoulders.
"I'd rather rest here for a while, if you don't mind, Bobbie. That long bus ride from
Fresno kinda tired me out," Abby said, readjusting her sunglasses and snuggling back
down on the couch.
"Suit yourself. I'll be back in a bit. And then we can talk some more about... you
know."
Abby watched her cousin disappear around the corner, her tight little ass jiggling under
the thin material of her bikini bottoms. She sighed happily again, glad she was away
from her mother's watchful eye, away from the stifling atmosphere of Fresno. It felt so
good being in LA. Maybe she and Bobbie could go into Hollywood or Westwood later
on. It would be so good to be daring, maybe even to go all the way with a guy.
These and other thoughts drifted through her mind as Abby slipped into a doze, and
then a sleep, her magazine falling from her fingers.
Abby had no idea how long she had been asleep. When she awoke, some time had
passed. The sun was cooler. Raising herself from the chair, she pulled off her glasses,
rubbing her eyes and wondering what time it was.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
It sounded like someone moaning in pain.
"Ohhhhh yesssssss!"
Again the cry. Only this time there was something else, something different in that
groan.
Turning around, Abby stared at the two story house behind her. The cries were coming
from up there, barely audible from outside.
"Ohhhhh no, no, don't... uhhhhh!" Abby felt her flesh crawl as the muffled cries of
pleasure drifted from the house. She stood, rubbing her arms.
Again came the moans, more softly this time.
She went inside the house, stopping just past the large blue wing chair. Nothing.
Perhaps she was hearing things. Perhaps she was imagining those sounds of a woman
under intense pleasure. All that talking about guys and about fucking was making her...
"Uhhhhhh..."
Abby nearly jumped from her skin. She turned around, eyes wide, staring at the stair
case. The groans were coming from upstairs. Aunt Janet. There was no one else around.
Did she have someone up there, a man, a lover?
"Ohhhhh no, nooo!"
Abby thought she should leave, should go to the pool to join her cousin Bobbie.
Obviously her aunt had seen the girl leave and had assumed Abby was with her.
But then curiosity began to lure Abby. It was wrong to go creeping up the stairs and
spy on her aunt. But those sounds... they were so powerful, so loud! She had to see
what was happening, just had to!
Abby gripped the handrail and began climbing the stairs. Her cunt ached! Only now
did she realize just how hot she was!
Pausing, Abby closed her eyes, groaning softly, putting one hand to the base of her
throat as her clit pulsed.
"Uhhhhh..."
Abby opened her eyes, gripping the handrail more tightly and hauling herself up to the
second floor. Standing on the landing, Abby could hear her heart pounding hard. What
would she do if Aunt Janet were suddenly to come out of the room with her lover?
What would she say?
Abby shook her head, swallowed hard, then began creeping down the carpeted hall. No
sounds. She knew where her aunt's bedroom was and hesitated again.
"Ohhhhh God!"
This time the cry was so loud that Abby stopped, putting both hands to her mouth. She
thought about turning around for one second, then boldly she went on, her right hand
stretched in front of her toward the doorknob.
"Yes, oh God, yes... th-there, Caesar, there! "
What on earth was going on in there?
Abby's fingers rested on the cold brass doorknob only for a moment. She twisted it,
pushing in gently, cracking the door open just a bit.
"Oh yes, yes... uhhhhh!"
Abby felt her knees knocking savagely against one another while her nipples stiffened
and pressed hard against the silk patches of her black bikini. Her cunt burned with
excitement! She could hardly stand as she peered in.
"Uhhhhhh..."
At first she saw nothing except the foot of the bed. Then she saw her aunt's foot slam
down against the mattress, then pull back out of view. There was no doubt. She was in
the midst of some sexual tryst with a lover. But who was he?
"Yesss... oh God, gonna... gonna cum!"
Abby pushed the door open a little farther.
What she saw was enough to bring her to the floor.
Lying on her back, her thighs spread widely apart, her knees bent back until they were
nearly touching her tits was Aunt Janet!
And lying between her splayed legs was Caesar, the big German shepherd with his maw
buried in her pussy!
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Oh my God!" Abby whispered, gripping the doorknob so hard she thought she was
going to tear if off.
It was unbelievable, something Abby couldn't believe. Aunt Janet rolling around on the
bed with a dog! And she was enjoying it!
Abby could see her aunt's perspiration streaked face glowing with pleasure. Janet was
holding the dog with both hands, ruffling the fur around his neck with her fingers
while stroking the animal's humping back with her toes. And the dog was eating her
out, smacking his mouth against her cunt, driving his tongue into her pussy.
It was horrible, horrible' seeing a woman spread out on the bed and a dog wedged
between her thighs eating pussy!
"Mmmmmm... oh Caesar! So good, so very, very good!"
Aunt Janet was nearing orgasm. Abby could tell from the cracked sound of her voice,
from the way she was twisting around on the bed, prancing her ass up and down in
front of the animal. Aunt Janet was rolling her ass from side to side, at times kicking
one leg then the other up in the air in wild excitement as the dog hungrily feasted on
her pussy.
"Oh no, no!"
Abby clung to the door, her eyes riveted to the degrading scene. Never in her life would
she have suspected her aunt of doing something like this. How obscene it looked!
Aunt Janet was parting her legs even more for the dog's pointed muzzle. Caesar drew
back, licking the white shivering flesh of her thighs, then moved back in, pushing into
her cuntal mouth with his snout, sniffing and panting into the hot flesh.
"Awful..." Abby wanted to leave, to run from the doorway.
What on earth could she say to her aunt if she were to see her standing there, clutching
the half-opened door, her mouth wide with horror? No, no, no one could know she had
seen this. She couldn't tell anyone about this. It was just too... too horrible, too awful to
talk about!
"Uhhhhhh... ohhh, Caesar, touch me... lick me there! Ohhhhhhh good, doggie, good...
oooohhhhh!"
Abby watched her aunt going out of control, her toes rubbing the dog's thick gray fur,
her body jerking.
Janet was panting hard, her belly swelling out with each deep breath she took, her tits
jiggling. Then she dropped her hands from the dog, cupping her tits and squeezing the
resilient big mounds hard while moaning loudly to the animal.
The bed creaked and groaned, the headboard clattering loudly against the wall as Janet
pranced her ass more wildly. Caesar was wiggling his hips back and forth.
Abby gasped. She saw something long and red and bumpy sliding out from between the
dog's hindquarters. For one wild instant she thought her aunt was going to fuck the
beast. Her mouth became as dry as cotton as her fingernails scraped against the
bedroom door.
The animal drew back once more, dragging his tongue along the length of Janet's right
thigh.
Abby could see her aunt's cuntal hairs, could see her tits laying like big mounds of
white pudding on her chest. And there was that moaning sound of a woman about to
climax. Abby knew it instinctively, knew it without ever having had a man on top of
her to draw it from her. Abby clung desperately to the door, breathing nearly as hard as
her aunt as she watched the final round of this tongue fucking.
"Ohhhh, Caesar, don't, don't leave me like this... uhhhh, lick me!"
Janet was stretching her hands out, begging the dog to come back. Caesar obeyed
immediately, moving his head around and burying his maw once more in her pussy.
Janet was going wild, tossing her cunt around in circles, digging her feet into the
mattress and letting out a series of wild, mad cries. She was going to cum. Abby knew
it, sensed it with every ounce of her will.
"Uhhhhhhh, yagggghhhh!"
Janet whipped her legs against the bed, hugging the dog's body with her knees as he
brought her up to the final throbbing ache. Janet's fists pounded the animal at times,
the mattress at others. She was going insane with sensations, her body moving all
around, her shivering moans echoing off the bedroom wall.
The dog was going crazy as well, making grunting sounds against the hot sticky mess of
her cunt. It was a kind of growling, whining noise that made both women shudder.
"Noooo!" Janet groaned.
As her lust peaked, the dog pulled back, opening his jaws and taking her cuntal mound
in his mouth. He gripped it, shaking her gently, pressing his fangs gently into the hot,
convulsing flesh.
Abby felt her knees giving way, felt herself sinking to the floor.
Janet was making strange, keening sounds as the squeaking bedsprings threatened to
pop under the pressure.
"Ohhhh God, it's so good, sooooooo good! Yaggghhhh... uhhhhhh, cummminnnggg!"
Janet screamed, her body nearly a blur from the twisting and writhing on the bed as the
dog ate and ate and ate.
Abby's vision was blurred as she watched the scene in disbelief. Only at this time did
she realize she was cumming too, her clit throbbing and jerking achingly while her
fingers clutched wildly at the door. What was happening to her? This whole scene was
unbelievable!
"Ohhhhh, good dog, good Caesar..."
Janet was coming down off her sexual high. Forcing herself back into reality, Abby rose
shakily from the floor, gripping the doorknob hard once more and closing the door
slowly without a sound.
"My God, my God..." Abby gasped, pressing her fingers against her burning forehead.
What she had seen! No one would believe her even if she wanted to tell the truth!
People did some weird things. But this?
Abby turned and rushed to the stairs, gulping in lungfuls of air, feeling her brain reel as
if she had taken some strange kind of drug. She paused at the top of the stairs for
another moment, catching her breath.
Abby decided quickly to go to the pool and join her cousin Bobbie. That would take her
mind off what she saw, off the terrible scene of her Aunt Janet and the dog.
Hurrying down the stairs, Abby ran through the living room, grabbed a towel and
sandals, and rushed from the backyard toward the sidewalk, still feeling her cunt
pulsing from its recent climax.
"Good dog," Janet cooed upstairs in her bedroom, feeling that delicious, warming glow
spreading over her body and mind. She had done it, crossed the barrier. It had taken
some doing on her part. But now she wasn't sorry. It had felt so good, so wonderfully
good having the dog touch her like this!
Even now, with Caesar resting against her thigh, Janet felt relaxed, warm, wanted!
Thank goodness Abby and Bobbie had decided to leave for the afternoon. It had been
so difficult being around Caesar lately, wanting him to touch her and yet being afraid to
do anything because of the girls. Perhaps she could shoo them from the house like this
more often, giving her more time with Caesar.
"Oh, what am I doing?"
A thought crossed her mind, a disquieting one that made her stop and pause and
reflect. Could she go on like this? Could she keep going to bed with a dog?
"I won't think about it. It feels good, so good, and I'm not going to think about it any
more," she whispered, resuming her petting of the exhausted animal.
Right or wrong, Janet didn't know. It just felt good, so good, the best feeling she had
had in years.
"Crazy dog, crazy woman," she sighed, wondering how she was going to keep this affair
of hers a secret.


Chapter 4

"Now you stop that, Harry Dennis," Bobbie said, casting a baleful look at the sixfootone, 
dark-haired football player. "You're gonna make a lotta people around here talk."
"Only because they're jealous, that's all." Harry was sliding his arms around her waist
again, drawing Bobbie toward him.
Bobbie struggled weakly, giggling, as she pushed away from him. They were some
distance from the outdoor pool. Tall shrubs and pines hid them from the rest of the
squealing and laughing crowd in the pool.
"I've been wanting to talk to you out here for a long time... here, or somewhere
private."
"Oh?" Bobbie felt excitement rush up and down her spine. She hadn't expected to find
Harry Dennis here. He was always out with the guys, always raising hell up and down
Van Nuys Boulevard with all that silly cruising. But he had told her he was trying to get
back in shape for football season and had come here to the pool to work out. Finding
her here was an added bonus.
"Yeah. Been watchin' you a lot at school," Harry confessed, putting both hands around
her waist and drawing her up against him.
"I thought you had a lot of cheerleaders around to notice you," Bobbie replied, thrilled
beyond belief that the star quarterback was actually trying to flirt with her.
She felt his warm body pressing against her back. And then she felt something else,
something very warm, very hard rubbing against the back of her bikini bottoms. She
stopped breathing for a second, her heart skipping a beat. Bobbie knew what it was.
Suddenly the conversation she had had with her cousin Abby came back in full force.
Could she go all the way now? Could she let this handsome young stud fuck her right
here in the open?
Her breathing was getting more and more labored. He would realize what was
happening to her and would take advantage of her.
Again she struggled, fighting against the arms enfolding her, holding her captive.
"You know, I've wanted to date you, but you always seemed pretty distant," Harry said.
Bobbie could feel his panting breath on the back of her neck and shivered. His hands
were stroking over the tops of her knuckles, then drawing back to her upper arms. She
could feel his knees pressing against the backs of her legs.
"Why didn't you?"
"Dunno. But that's the past. We're here right now."
His words burned into her brain. Bobbie knew what he was getting at. She knew her
nipples were hard, so very hard, pressing teasingly against the thin silk patches passing
for bikini tops. She felt the damp silk of her bottoms clinging to her swollen cuntlips
and she knew if she didn't pull away from him she would be lost, utterly.
"Harry... don't... I..."
He was turning her around, his hands firmly on her shoulders. She stood there in the
clearing, her heart beating so nard that she was sure he could hear it.
Bobbie looked up at the young man, his eyes burning into hers, his fingers still gripping
her upper arms. He was so handsome, so very, very good looking. She had known him
vaguely for the past few years, always hoping he would ask her out. But he seemed so
distant. Now her fears seemed so silly, considering he had felt the same way about her
as well.
"We can't... oh please, I'm so mixed up, I don't know what to say," Bobbie gasped.
"Stay here." Harry cupped her face, bending down and kissing her gently on the
forehead, then turning and disappearing through the thick bushes.
Bobbie stood there, transfixed by all the new feelings and emotions tearing through her
like a runaway freight train. She and Abby had giggled about going all the way with
guys, each of them confessing that they had had fantasies about doing it. But fantasy
was one thing. This was reality in the form of Harry Dennis. There was still time to
run, to bolt from him.
"Back," Harry gasped.
Harry was standing there once again, a large red and black towel in his hand. He
flicked it out, spreading the makeshift blanket over the soft carpet of pine needles.
Standing back up, he moved up to Bobbie, sliding his big hands around her waist once
more, then moving them down to her ass.
Bobbie closed her eyes, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard, feeling her knees
shaking. How her forehead burned. She loved the way his touch made her heart beat
faster and her flesh crawl.
Sexual excitement and heat concentrated between her legs as his hands slipped down,
his fingers playing with the thin material of her bikini bottoms.
"I can't stop now, baby. Can't stop what I feel for you. We're gonna do it, do it now."
A rush of emotions overwhelmed her, sweeping her away from her fine moral
upbringing. All she cared about now was this handsome, warm man holding her.
"Ohhhhhh, this is good, Bobbie, real good."
Her tits seemed to be swelling, the nipples itching and twitching as if they wanted to be
touched. Now she wanted him to take off her bathing suit, touch her all over with his
fingers, his legs, his cock!
"This... this is my first time," Bobbie whispered, pulling her head away and casting her
eyes down.
"Yeah? Okay, I'll go gentle."
Harry slid his hands down her body, his fingers tracing her small hips, then moving
over to her ass.
Bobbie let out a small gasp, her hands going around the athlete's big neck. He was
going to do it to her, going to fuck her, and how excited she was!
Bobbie gasped against his chest, holding tightly onto him as she felt him squeezing her
asscheeks slowly, firmly.
"Uhhhhh..." she moaned.
It was so good, so warmly good! Her cunt fluttered, her clit standing, popping up from
the surrounding moist cuntal flesh. She didn't want any of this to stop now. Having her
ass squeezed felt good. His hands were gentle.
It was only when he started hunching harder that Bobbie started to worry. She felt as if
someone had slipped cream into her pussy. Her cunt was getting so very wet and
slippery. Something else was happening down there too, something that took her
breath away more than once. The tingle she had felt earlier was growing into an urgent,
hot feeling, the kind of sensation she 'had again and again in bed when she fantasized
about guys and what they would do to her!
"Oooooooohhhhh, Harry!"
And yet it was all so good, so very good that the fear she occasionally felt disappeared
under that feeling. Her cuntlips were aching to be touched, to be rubbed, to be fucked.
"Uhhhhh... I've gotta fuck you, baby. I've been thinking about it all the time lately
when I've seen you around. And now it's gonna happen," Harry whispered, flicking his
tongue into her ear.
Bobbie couldn't believe it! Her hands tightened even more around the stud's neck. She
felt him hunching into her harder. Again she could feel something big and hard
between his legs and knew just what it was; Bobbie thought of the pictures she had seen
in those sex education manuals, pictures of men with hard-ons. How big was Harry?
Was he going to be gentle or rough?
"Uhhhh..." she gasped.
He was hunching his cock right at the hot, itchy spot between her legs!
Bobbie was having a hard time catching her breath. She curled her fingers, scratching
Harry's back while her toes shuffled over his. She wanted to stop and yet at the same
time she wanted to go on to the ultimate end.
"Harry... maybe we'd better... better stop," Bobbie whispered. "What if someone came
here?"
His grip loosened. He looked down, his eyes boring into hers. There was a burning
determination she had never seen before, a determination that made her shiver. It made
her blood boil. He was going to see this thing through no matter what.
"Nobody's gonna come in here, Bobbie. I checked around. They're all splashing around
in the pool. They don't even know I left."
"Ohhh, it's so..."
Bobbie felt her heart skip a beat. He was hugging her tight, pushing her down, down to
the blanket.
In a moment Bobbie found herself lying on her back while Harry was slipping one
hand under her bikini bottoms.
"No, don't..."
"Bobbie tried stopping him. But Harry brushed her hands away, nuzzling his mouth on
her neck.
She groaned, feeling his hot breath, feeling his hands roaming teasingly allover her
body. His callused fingertips touched her flat belly, then roamed down to the tops of
her bikini bottoms. She wanted him to strip her, to take off all her clothing.
Suddenly Bobbie felt her body come alive to the lightest touch. And then he was on top
of her, holding her, his knees pushing hers apart while his prick was brushing against
her legs.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
Fucking. They were going to be fucking!
Bobbie turned her head away to suck in more air as she felt him settle between her
thighs.
"No, no... don't... I'm not ready for this, I'm not..."
Harry caught her head between both hands, holding her steady. Then their lips were
touching, sealing together.
"Mmmmmmm..."
He was tonguing her! He was Frenching her, trying to wriggle his tongue into her
mouth!
For seconds Bobbie struggled against the hot, slippery thing pressing against her lips.
But the heat of the moment and his pressure were just too great for her. Sowly she
opened under his attack.
"Mmmmmmmm, Bobbie, yeahhhh..." His fingers were close to her pussy, pulling at the
thin silken material of her bikini, tugging the bottoms gently over her hipbones while
hunching and humping his cloth-covered prick against her pussy. And all the time he
was tonguing her mouth.
Bobbie loved it, loved it as she had loved nothing before. One hand had managed to
work under her ass, fingers caressing the naked flesh at the edge of her bottoms. Every
time he squeezed, her cunt tingled. He was pulling on the bottoms harder now. Before
she could protest, she felt two fingers wiggling under the legband of the bikini bottoms,
touching her cuntlips!
"Uhhhhhh," she groaned.
It was as if someone had set fire to her pussy! He kept rubbing back and forth, back
and forth, touching her cuntlips with his ragged fingernails, bringing out more juice.
Sweet hot juice oozed from her pussy until her bikini bottoms were soaked with it.
"Ohhhhhh!" Bobbie could feel the blanket gathering up under her ass and shoulders as
she wriggled and writhed under the big stud.
"Hot for it," Harry panted, pulling away from her for an instant. "You're really hot for
it, want my prick real bad, don't cha?"
"Oh, oh, don't talk like that... please, don't," Bobbie pleaded.
In an instant their hot mouths were sucking and gurgling together once more. Bobbie
could feel eight inches of hot, throbbing prickmeat pressing against the soft slippery lips
of her pussy. She wondered for an instant just how it would feel having that cock
pushing inside her body, spreading her cuntlips apart, tunneling into her cunt until it
touched bottom.
Thinking about it, fantasizing about getting fucked by something as big and hard as
Harry's cock made her want it. Then Bobbie hesitated, drawing her hands down and
pressing the flat palms against his chest.
"No, don't... it's not right, not here. You're going too fast for me," Bobbie panted,
wriggling frantically now as she tried to slip out under his body.
"Not too fast, just right," he panted, catching her face again and kissing her hard.
Her mother's warning words began to fade more and more under that delicious kiss.
"There's nothing wrong with us doing it, Bobbie. Come on, lots of kids do it and
they're okay. I won't hurt you. Promise."
His voice sounded so confident, so wonderful. Bobbie sighed happily, smiling through
the fear and excitement hazing her mind.
Then he was kissing her hard and sexy again. It was terribly wicked to be thinking this,
but Bobbie wanted his tongue to keep going deeper and deeper until it worked into her
belly and got to that awful itch way down low.
And when his fingers began to work their way back under her bikini bottoms, Bobbie
didn't try to tuck her ass away. His arms tightened as he held her, pushing her thighs
farther and farther apart. Bobbie felt as if she were floating. And then his hands moved
up to her tits. She felt his fingers massaging her titmounds, pressing the tiny silken
patches against her nipples. She groaned, drawing her knees together, rubbing them
against his thick muscled legs.
"Like that? Like having your tits massaged like that, Bobbie?"
"Yes, oh yes!" she gasped, clawing at him, feeling her mind exploding.
Never, never had she felt this wild before, this excited before!
"You got a nice, hot itchy feeling down there, Baby?" Harry taunted.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, scratching his back.
"Where, where is it, baby?"
Harry moved one hand down until he was grabbing at the material covering her pussy.
He was cupping her cunt mound now, working the damp, soft nylon between her
plump cuntlips, rubbing it down, down, sopping up the juice oozing from her cunthole.
Bobbie's eyes rolled back into her head as a powerful series of pre-orgasmic spasms shot
through her cunt. She arched her spine, pressing her head back against the blanket. Her
breathing was that of a drowning, strangling woman.
"Hot cunt, baby. Come on, say it, you got one helluva hot cunt."
"Uhhh... hot cunt," Bobbie gasped, the words chilling her even more.
"Yeah, that's it," Harry whispered, tonguing her ear once again as his fingers worked
over her pussy mound, then slipped back under the legband and began rubbing her
cuntlips.
It was as if someone had poured burning gasoline all over her cunt! That touch, that
rubbing sensation, the feeling of his prick growing hotter and harder, everything was
turning her on, making her want more sensation, more of Harry.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
He was reaching down now, pulling his bathing suit down. She could hear the rubbing
sounds of his shorts against his flesh.
"No, don't..."
Again panic, again his restraining hand. "Gotta happen, baby. Can't fuck you with this
thing on," Harry panted.
"I know... but things are going so fast, just so fast..."
There were more shifting movements on his part.
And then Bobbie could feel his prick – that long hard, hot cock-pressing against the
thin, wet material of her bikini bottoms! It was as if she were wearing nothing at all!
Bobbie cried out before surrendering to the big athlete.
"Now for you, Bobbie. And then a piece of heaven," Harry said, sliding his fingers
down to her bikini bottoms.
Bobbie lay there, waiting for the moment of truth, the second when she would feel his
cock throbbing against her hot, tightening cunt.


Chapter 5

"Bobbie?" Abby threaded her way through the thick brush, peering over one shoulder
and watching the other kids diving and swimming in the large pool.
Patterns of shadow created by the pines spotted her flesh as she tiptoed through the
brush. Someone had told her they'd seen her cousin in this area with some guy. Some
guy! Abby felt her heart sinking. What was it with this family? Could it be her cousin
was doing it with a man after they had had that conversation this afternoon? And
Bobbie had seemed so reluctant to even talk about fucking.
"Ummmmmmm..."
Abby froze. It was happening again. She was once more the outsider, the person
peering, watching others fucking. Images of her aunt rolling on the big bed with the
dog wedged between her thighs exploded in her brain as Abby reached out and pushed
aside several branches.
Oh God! There was Bobbie, stretched out on a towel. And there on top of her was
some man – a big stud, his hairy, muscular ass work ing up and down.
"Like it, baby? Like feeling my prick go up and down over your pussy?"
"Ohhhh... uuuuhhhhh, yesssssss!"
Bobbie was going mad with sensation. She jerked and thrashed as she felt Harry
rubbing her pussylips together.
As the delicate, wet flesh of her cunt was rubbed and heated, Bobbie started hunching
back, digging her heels into the soft ground and humping up. That heat, that sharp,
tingling ache that raced through her cunt and scorched her veins made Bobbie pant for
more.
"Fucking, baby, that's what's going to happen right here. You're gonna get my prick
right up your tight little pussy. "
"Fucking..." Bobbie gasped.
"Fucking," Abby whispered.
It was awful, watching them writhe against one another, their arms and legs and bellies
one mind-tingling tangle while his prick was getting closer and closer to her hole. Abby
knew it was, she just knew it!
"Yeah, real hard fucking... real good, havin' my prick inside you."
Harry moved his hands up, cupping them now around her tits.
Bobbie felt him sliding her bikini top away, brushing the silken patches to one side,
sliding the straps over her shoulders. She was naked now, his fingers rubbing over the
long, red tips of her tits. And then he cupped his lips over one of the rubbery nubs,
sucking so hard, flicking his tongue over the tips, nibbling them.
Again Bobbie hunched back, arching her spine, feeling as if the world were exploding
around her!
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." Bobbie moaned in ecstasy, her eyelids fluttering, her cheeks
reddening as she breathed with more labored wheezing and whimpering. His tongue,
that wonderful, lapping tongue, was working its way around her nipples, slathering
down, wetting her big thirty-four-inch tits with saliva while his teeth drew tingly
feelings from her tits.
"Ohhhhh, God," Abby groaned, her knees sinking into the soft, pine-needle-covered
ground.
Twice in one day! Leaning against a pine tree, Abby let her right hand roam down
between her legs, the fingers creeping under the legband of her bikini bottoms. It felt so
good, so far out, touching her cuntlips.
Looking with wide, rounded eyes at the couple rolling around on the wrinkled blanket
in front of her, Abby felt heat rising quickly between her thighs. A whirling golden ball
of sexual delight was growing quickly in her belly, taking away her breath. She moved
one forefinger up, shoving it through the tangled brown mass of her pussyhairs until
she felt it rub up against her clit.
"Uhh!" Abby closed her eyes, biting down hard on her lower lip as a wild electric shock
raced through her pussy. Abby felt the muscles of her cunt snap shut while her asshole
quivered. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, licking her lips. Her cousin was
rolling around like a cheap slut, her heels rubbing up against the man's ass. And there
she knelt, finger-fucking, wishing for all the world she could change places with Bobbie.
"Uhhhhh!" Bobbie groaned.
"Yeah, baby, do it, come on! Fuck it out with me, fuck it out!"
"Noooo, oh, God, you don't know... don't know what's happening to me!" Bobbie
cried.
Abby felt faint with rising sexual excitement as she crouched in the shadows and
watched her cousin fucking. She could smell the heat of her own aroused cunt, that
vaguely pungent muskiness that came up from the soft, moist parts between her thighs.
She was hot, so very, very hot. And there was nothing she could do other than feel the
soft folds of her pussy with her fingers.
"Ummmmmm..." Bobbie sighed. "Like my cock'? Like the way it feels rubbing up
against your cunt?"
"Oh yes, yes!"
Bobbie didn't know what to say. She rolled her plump young ass from side to side,
wishing that Harry would fuck her, yet also wishing that he would think better of the
situation and leave her.
"Now!"
The word was terrible, final. Bobbie gripped his shoulders, pushing him away, or trying
to.
"No, too soon, too..."
Abby felt her body shivering, felt her cunt tightening around her own probing fingers.
Fucking. It was happening. It was happening right there in front of her! That man was
fucking her cousin, driving his prick into Bobbie's cunt! She could see his knees
pressing down and in, could see the faint tremor of excitement in his buttocks and legs
as he corkscrewed his cock into Bobbie.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!"Bobbie wailed.
Bobbie was going wild. She had tried to push him away. Then she felt his prickhead
working into her cunt, felt the meaty tip pushing aside the shivering, squirmy
membranes, stretching her pussy apart.
Keeping her ass flat on the ground, Bobbie moved her head from side to side, tangles of
her long blonde hair washing around the base of her throat. So good, so very, very
good. Hot flashes raced up and down her cunt, making her prance her ass high in the
air, making her claw Harry's shoulders while he slipped inch after throbbing inch of his
cock into her cunthole.
"Uhhhhhhhhh... yes, yes, yes!" Bobbie begged, twisting her hips.
"Knew you'd love it," Harry panted, holding her still. "Can't keep you still, huh, baby?
You gotta move, gotta get more meat up you, eh?"
"Uhhhh, more, more, more..."
"Gonna get it, too, gonna get it all the way when I'm through with you."
Harry pushed forward again, his thick, juicy cockhead slipping inside.
Bobbie could feel her cuntlips stretching, clasping the thickly veined cockshaft
disappearing in her hole. As the head slid all the way in, Bobbie's pussylips closed over
it, trapping his cock deep inside her.
Harry paused, his long big cockshaft outside, bending slightly at the middle, waiting to
be shoved into her aching cunt.
"Want it?"
"Oh yes, yes, yesssss!"
"Yes," Abby gasped, blinking her eyes, feeling her fingers roaming freely over her cunt.
Abby felt that she was going to faint. With one hand she peeled the outer lips of her
cunt back while she massaged her steamy crack. Her pussy felt so squishy and wet.
Abby experienced sympathetic thrills as she watched her cousin tossing and turning
under that stud's body, hearing her moans, pretending that her fingers were that big
man's cock.
"Uhhhhh..." Abby pitched forward, catching herself just in time as she grabbed her slick
clit and began pinching it gently, teasingly. That hot, tight itchiness was driving her
mad. She was going to cum. Abby just knew it!
Abby rolled her hips slowly, feeling her pussy tightening around her fingers. It was
wonderful, absolutely wonderful doing this. But how much better it would be if she
were under that stud, feeling his hands on her tits, feeling his cock in her!
"Uhhhhhh..." Bobbie jerked and twisted madly under Harry, feeling his cock working
around her tight cunthole.
He was pushing his prick farther and deeper into her cunt, his cockshaft disappearing
inch by inch. And then he was pulling out, teasing her, riding high so his cock rubbed
her clit.
"Fucking, baby!" he gasped.
"Fucking!" Bobbie wailed.
His fingers were touching her nipples again, tweaking them, pinching them, making
her squeal with pain and pleasure. His prick was sinking into her hot cunthole. And
then there was that pressure, the pressure that told Bobbie he was right up against her
cherry.
"No!"
Fear again, this time fear of pain. Bobbie remembered hearing stories about popping
cherries, about the pain and blood.
"No, don't! You're going to hurt me! I just know it!"
"Just for a second, baby. And then it's gonna be down hill all the way!"
"Uhhhh, no, don't..."
Abby felt an icy grip of fear around her heart. She could feel the pressure, could feel the
fear building as that dickhead pressed against Bobbie's cherry. She watched in horrified
fascination as Bobbie squirmed wildly under Harry. Her body looked so small, so frail
and fragile under that big man.
"Gonna happen, baby."
"Uhhhhh, no, no, no!"
He was holding her by the shoulders again, his knees pressing up against her asscheeks.
Bobbie cried out wildly. Fearing her screams would draw attention, Harry cupped his
fingers over her lips and pressed down while shoving forward.
Bobbie cried out as loudly as she could, her voice shrilling as a sharp jolt of pain took
her breath away. Her cherry! Her cherry was tearing under the relentless assault of
Harry's prickhead. She could feel it ripping under the pressure, finally giving way!
With another groan Bobbie fell limp, her legs sagging apart as Harry's cock rushed in.
"Oh my God!" Abby again gasped, watching her cousin being fucked, her cherry torn
from its anchorage.
"Good, baby, huh? Real good?" Harry asked, pulling his hand away from Bobbie's
mouth.
"Hurts... ohhhhh, God!"
"Easy, Bobbie, easy. It's just gonna hurt for a little while," Harry whispered, kissing her
dampened cheeks, rubbing his fingers gently up and down the sensitive flesh of her
cuntlips.
Abby knelt there, holding onto the branches of a bush. She was tearing at the leaves,
grinding her teeth as she remained there quietly watching her cousin getting fucked.
Harry wasn't moving much now. His hand was going back and forth, working over
Bobbie's pussy, soothing the injured flesh.
Bobbie groaned, not knowing how long they had lain there like this.
"It's going to hurt?" she asked, blinking away one salty tear.
"No more, baby, No more. From now on it's clear sailing."
Harry drew his prick nearly all the way out.
Bobbie shivered as she felt the tingly, elastic cunt membranes drawing together behind
his retreating prickhead. Harry kept his prickhead between her cuntlips, giving quick,
sharp hunches to it, touching her clit all the time.
"Uhhhh... uhhhhh... oh God, no, no, no!"
Whorls of reds and blacks flashed through her brain as Bobbie began fucking back,
twisting and tightening her buttocks as she felt his hands cupping her asscheeks and
guiding her up, up onto his cock.
Bobbie was going mad. Streams of perspiration burned into her eyes and nose, trickled
down her belly and oozed into her cock-filled pussy.
Harry's callused fingers were edging back, back into her asscrack, caressing the wet,
sensitive flesh. Bobbie's cunt throbbed, pulsed like a festering wound. She moaned,
flashes of sexual fire racing through her body, burning her flesh until it exploded
around her pussy.
She was going to cum, going to fire her load.
"Work it out, baby, come on, work it out. "Uhhhh, oh yeahhhhh!"
Harry licked her salty flesh while tonguing her neck. The cut of his teeth against her
chin, the wet suction of his lips on that most vulnerable of places, gave her a scary,
ecstatic feeling. She clung to his shoulders as he spread her farther and farther apart.
He was opening her pussy with his prick, spreading her cunt with his cock. And how
her plump ass quivered with each forward fucking thrust!
"Ohhhhhhh!" Abby was nearly losing her mind while watching the fucking couple.
Tearing more leaves from the branches, she panted with arousal, watching as her cousin
Bobbie worked her body up and down, up and down, riding Harry's prick like a merrygo-round horse!
"You're real soft when I go deep, baby, real soft and wet and tight," Harry said.
Bobbie loved the way he was talking, the way he was telling her how she felt as he
fucked her.
"Jesus Christ, it feels fuckin' good feelin' your pussy like that. It almost hurts, baby
when you... uhhhhh... Christ, you're milkin' my cock real nice, Bobbie. Where'd you
learn to do something like that?"
"I didn't... learn it... uhhh... really, it just sort of happens."
Harry let out a weak laugh, the laughter turning into a moan as Bobbie's cunt clamped
hard on his cock.
"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum right now, you keep doing stuff like that."
"Sorry. Can't help it. It's hard to keep from doing that when... when you go so deeeep!"
Bobbie stretched her legs as far apart as she could. She was all the way open now, her
cuntlips peeled back as Harry fucked her hard.
Bobbie wondered how it looked down there with her pussy stretched and swollen and
drenched with her flowing juices. Biting her lip, she tried to slide one hand between
their bellies, but Harry was too intent on his fuck rhythm to let her.
"Christ," he moaned.
Bobbie sensed that his movements and his breathing were building in. a, way that was
different from before. She could feel something taking over his body, a driving need to
explode deep in her. It was scary to think of the forces at work in his body.
"You wanna touch me, baby? You wanna feel what it's like gettin' fucked? Sure, come
on," Harry said, arching his back and making room for her hand.
Bobbie flushed red, then sucked in a deep breath and slipped her hand between their
bellies. She traced the lips of her cunt stretched around his big fat cock.
When she scratched a nail lightly against the spongy meat of his cockshaft, Harry
growled and drove suddenly into her cunt once more. Her pussy muscles spasmed,
sucking at his invading fat cock. Bobbie's fingers lingered there, feeling the spasming
that continued to build into a savage cumming fury.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" Abby let her fingers wander into her pussy, twisting around and
around, fucking in and out as she imagined Harry's prick fucking into her pussy.
"Can't stop..." Harry gasped.
"No, oh God!" Bobbie wailed.
Harry was fucking her faster and faster now, his belly slapping wetly against hers. The
brutal stabbing made Bobbie tighten her pussy muscles. She felt the powerful ring of
her pussy cinch down around the base of Harry's prick just as his movements became
the most violent.
"Aggghhhh... Bobbie... fuck!"
He was squirming on top of her. His face reddened.
And with her cunt muscles so tight, Bobbie could feel the steady pulsing of his
cockhead as he tried unloading the boiling cum in his balls. Bobbie knew instinctively
she was shutting off the tube that ran along his cockshaft. She knew she was strangling
him in the middle of his climax. Again Bobbie realized she was different from other
girls. The surprised, shocked expression on Harry's face earlier when she was milking
him with her cunt had told her that.
"Uhhhh... baby, let go, lemme cum, lemme cum!"
Bobbie pranced her ass wildly, still holding Harry's prickshaft with her cunt. It hurt to
hold him for very long, but she was starting to climax. Bobbie could feel the hot
rushing tickles that maddened the bulge of her throbbing clit.
"Nooooooo!" Bobbie flailed the air with her feet, digging her fingernails against Harry's
broad back.
"Ohhhhhh God, it's... it's... uhhhh!" Harry gasped.
Bobbie released the tenseness, felt her cunt soften around Harry's prick. He grunted
and lunged like a crazy person. She hadn't realized he could fuck her deeply like that.
The friction of his cock against her pussy exploded like a firebomb inside her. She
jerked up, biting his neck hard while he ravaged her throbbing pussy.
The two of them were rolling around on the towel, their legs kicking, their arms
tightening around each other's body.
"My God!" Abby felt fires of incredible goodness lick up her thighs and explode into
her pussy.
Abby was cumming, reaching climax with her fingers twisting around and around in
her cunt. She watched through a filmy red haze as her cousin and that strange young
man fucked and pumped their bodies wildly.
Bobbie was shaking while Harry pumped his hips time after time against her thighs.
Abby could only guess what it felt like having something that big and hard inside her
cunt. If only she could be so lucky!
"Fuck..." Harry finished, pulling up and shaking the perspiration from his face.
"Ohhhh, it was wonderful, Harry. Just..." Bobby couldn't explain the feelings rushing
through her right now. All she knew was they were pleasant-good, warm sensations she
wanted to have again and again. How wrong her mother had been about fucking. It
wasn't bad. It was good, so very, very good!


Chapter 6

Abby nearly ran all the way to her aunt's place. She stumbled several times on the
sidewalk, catching herself, looking wildly around her as if everyone knew why she was
rushing home. Bobbie. Her aunt. Everyone in this family was involved in sex, and
neither knew about the other.
"My God!" Abby stopped, putting one hand to her chest and trying to catch her breath.
Looking down the deserted side street,' she saw her aunt's house ahead. The car was
gone from the drive. Good. Abby didn't think she'd be able to face her aunt, knowing
what had gone on with her and the dog, and then having witnessed her cousin's first
fucking in the open like that.
"Ohhhhh..."
She adjusted the big beach towel around her shoulders, walking more slowly toward the
two-story white frame house. In the distance she could hear children playing, dogs
barking. How innocent it all sounded. It was as if nothing had really changed. Yet,
Abby knew her world was turning upside down as she thought of how her Aunt Janet
looked stretched out on the bed, the dog licking her pussy. And there was her cousin
Bobbie, fucking with that complete stranger.
Abby let out another shuddering breath. It was as if she were trapped in some horrible
blue movie!
Turning into the drive, the young girl reached into her purse, pulling out the keys.
Should she leave tonight? How could she explain her sudden move to her aunt and
cousin, let alone to her mother? She couldn't feign illness. Abby turned the key in the
front door and walked into the living room, realizing she would have to think this one
over more carefully.
"Ohhhhhh God!"
Abby padded through the living room, feeling the thirst in her mouth for the first time.
It had been quite a day!
Reaching the kitchen, Abby was about to go to the refrigerator when she noticed some
movement under the kitchen table. To her alarm, she saw it was Caesar, stretching out,
opening his jaws in a long, loud yawn.
"Ohhhhh..." Abby jumped back, drawing one hand over her chest.
She knew it was silly for her to feel nervous around the animal. Caesar hadn't attacked
her aunt. Aunt Janet had obviously encouraged him to do those awful things. If she
minded herself, the animal wouldn't touch her.
Keeping one eye on the big German shepherd, Abby opened the refrigerator and took
out a Pepsi, closing the door quietly and backing away from the dog.
Caesar still remained under the table, keeping his big brown eyes on her all the way.
Reaching the bar, Abby leaned heavily against the counter, closing her eyes and trying
to resume normal breathing.
Again she remembered how her aunt looked on the bed, the wild expression of ecstasy
as the big dog moved his maw hungrily against her pussy and licked and licked. And
what was so unusual, so startling now, was that Abby was feeling something stirring
deep inside her pussy, something that was making her think about the dog, about how
it would feel having him lick her cunt.
"No, oh no, what am I doing?"
Abby shook her head, putting the cold bottle of Pepsi to her lips and drinking down the
fizzing soda. It was silly for her to be thinking these sorts of things. Doing something
with the dog? Absurd!
But things had happened quickly for her that day. She had felt the stirrings of emotions
so powerful they had taken away her will for a while. And now she was alone in the
house, alone with that dog, alone so that no one would ever know what went on. The
bottle trembled in her fingers.
Turning her head, Abby realized she wasn't alone in that room. Caesar! He was
standing there in the doorway, his head cocked to one side, his pointed ears pricked
forward while his tongue hung to one side of his mouth.
Abby felt her fingers tightening on the bottle.
"Caesar..."
Eyes wide, knees shaking, Abby put down the half-filled bottle of Pepsi and walked to
the long living room couch.
Caesar followed her with his eyes, his thick gray hair, bristling around his throat and
neck.
Abby sat down, feeling her asscheeks sinking into the soft cushions. It felt so sexy, the
sensation of her bare legs rubbing against the soft cushion material. Abby rested one
arm across her lap, tilting her head back, feeling her long brown hair splash over her
shoulders.
She was so weak, so exhausted from having watched her aunt and cousin do all those
horrible things. And yet she wanted to do them herself! She wanted to experience the
feel of a dog's tongue against her young, virginal cunt, the sensation of a man's prick
spreading her cunt open, filling her belly until it was pregnant with cockmeat! As
horrible as it sounded to her, Abby wanted to get fucked, to get licked until she came
and came with the same kind of frenzy she had seen in her aunt and cousin!
"Caesar..." Abby whispered, her throat growing tighter and tighter, her arms and legs
trembling with anticipation.
Opening her eyes and turning her head, Abby saw the big dog trotting over to her, his
tail high in the air, his eyes round and glowing with excitement.
"Ohhhhh God!"
He paused in front of her, his head still cocked to one side, his eyes now staring at the
black bikini briefs pressing up against her cuntlips.
Abby was afraid to do anything – afraid to move, afraid to make any kind of sign to the
panting animal. Caesar took one step forward, stretching out his handsome head.
She watched as his nostrils quivered, picking up the scent of her aroused pussy. The
thought that he was smelling her sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Abby
thought about that tongue, about how it would feel licking up and down her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, doggie..."
Leaning forward, Abby reached behind her fumbling with the tiny strings holding her
top piece together. With a simple flick of the wrist, Abby untied the top, feeling the
bikini fall away from her tits. It was silly, disrobing in front of the animal this way,
feeling as if she were taking off her clothes in front of her lover. But there was some
excitement, some arousal in the feelings of stripping in front of Caesar.
The big dog sat on his haunches, panting heavily, his tongue moving rapidly back and
forth while he seemed to watch in approval of her strip tease.
"Ohhhhh, Caesar..."
Abby dropped her hands to her hips, rubbing her palms against her thighs. She was
breathing hard now, her nipples becoming thick, hard.
"Nice, Caesar... nice dog. Going to make me feel good... so good..."
It wasn't wrong or right any more. All Abby could think of was her pussy, her hot,
tight cunt. Aunt Janet and Bobbie had had their fun today. Why couldn't she?
"Ummmmmm..."
Raising one hand, Abby began touching herself, fingering her nipples, the touch giving
her another thrill. She felt the tension in her body building more and more, felt the
juices oozing from her pussy, wetting down the bikini bottoms clinging to her cuntlips.
She was getting hot, very, very hot, as hot as she had been when she watched her
cousin Bobbie get fucked in the field.
"Caesar..."
The dog moved up, sniffing at her crotch then moving up and putting both paws on the
cushion between her widely spread legs.
Abby stopped her tit-fondling, her eyes cast down at the bit dog who pushed his head
forward.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Her bare feet slapped against the floor, her thighs tightening as she felt his snout
pressing up against the juice-dampened crotch of her bikini. Just that light pressure had
sent such powerful sensations rushing through her body and mind!
Then the dog began growling low in his throat, rolling those big brown eyes up at her.
He clamped his jaws down on one legband of her bikini bottoms, trying to pull them
off.
She felt the material peel stickily back from her pussylips. Abby reached down
instinctively, curling her fingers around the waistband of the suit and pulling back. The
dog growled, his tail dropping while his eyes glistened and rolled. The material pulled
away from her body, tearing in the animal's maw!
"Oh!"
Abby struggled on the sofa, her heels digging into the soft carpet as she tried squirming
away from the panting animal. Perhaps she had gone too far. Maybe she should call a
halt to this before things got out of hand!
"No, this can't happen... just can't..."
But Caesar was aroused fully now, not to be put off by her weak protests and cries.
There was the sound of more tearing, of material ripping.
And then Abby realized the crotch of her bikini had been stripped off. Her bikini
bottoms had been torn and now hung in shreds around her waist.
"Oh, oh!"
Shock and fear rushed through her mind. Twisting around, she looked for something
she could fling at the animal to get him away from her. She couldn't go through with it
– just couldn't.
"Get away from me, you beast! Caesar, stop this, stop this!"
But the dog pursued her, climbing onto the long, large sofa when she moved back Abby
felt the cushions sinking down from the animal's weight. She looked frantically at the
determined dog. He now looked like some beast risen from hell. Oh, I'll scream.
Caesar jumped forward, his front paws landing on her naked thighs. The touch of his
paws, the sensation of his sharp claws against her flesh, made Abby let out a sharp,
shrill cry.
Snapping her head back and jerking her body to one side, Abby thought she would pass
out from sheer terror. Her heart was pounding, beating so hard that she thought it
would explode! Again she tried crawfishing back, her fingers gripping at the armrest,
her legs kicking the pursuing dog.
"Please, stop it... please..."
But nothing could stop the animal.
Abby could feel the wet lips of her pussy rubbing together. The dog smelled her
arousal, ignoring her cries and plunging forward.
"Nooooo!"
It was too late.
Abby stiffened, her spine curling as she felt his cold snout on her hot cuntal mound.
His tongue was moving around, wetting her pussy all over, streaking up her sensitive
inner thighs. It was happening, really happening! She was doing the same thing her
aunt had been doing, making it with the big German shepherd.
"Ohhhh!"
And how big he was! He seemed to tower above her. Abby felt petrified with terror, her
arms moving up, her hands covering her tits and throat. Would he tear her to pieces?
He looked so much like a wolf!
"Ohhhhh no... oh my God!"
Caesar backed away, lowering his head, stretching out his long pink tongue until it was
barely brushing the curled tips of her brown cuntal hairs.
Abby stared over her rounded tits with wide sex-glazed eyes, watching as his head
moved lower, lower, until his tongue was touching her warm, wet cuntmeat.
"Uhhhhhhhh..."
She closed her fingers, digging the nails into her palms as wild feelings raced through
her body. This was better than she had expected, better than she had hoped for!
And what was so strange and yet so good was that she was opening herself to him. She
was letting her legs fall apart for the big German shepherd, just the way she had seen
her aunt do.
The dog was going wild, pleased at his new conquest. Caesar slopped his tongue over
Abby's tender inner thighs, each lick bringing more and more juice oozing from her
cunt. It was wild, wonderful friction.
Abby arched her back, wiggling her ass teasingly from side to side, feeling her cuntlips
un stick and peel back. It was wild, wonderful, feeling the dog's tongue washing over
her pussy. Regular pulsing chills flashed from her cunt and burned into her brain.
Caesar was licking her, tasting and smelling her pussy. He nuzzled his nose between
her swollen cuntlips almost tenderly. How good it felt, having that tongue and snout do
all those things to her!
"Uhhhhhhh... Caesar..."
He was resting on his muscular belly now, his hindlegs barely on the couch. Abby
looked down again, realizing what was happening and not caring. She knew what she
was doing was terribly wrong, having an animal lick her that way. But it was so good,
so very good. The hunger of her body seemed to force everything from her mind except
the desire of having that aching pleasure increased by Caesar's tonguing.
"Uhhhhh... ohhhhhh, good doggie. Yes, oh yes, oh yes!"
Abby now knew why Aunt Janet was so hot under the dog's insistent tonguing. What a
beautiful dog! What a wonderful tongue he had!
"Lick me good, Caesar! Ohhhhh yes, like that, like that!"
Pushing her hands down to her crotch as she had seen her aunt do, Abby felt the
steamy mess between her legs.
The dog was licking her fingers now, teasing her knuckles, then going back to her cunt.
"Yesss, oh Christ... oh God!"
Abby closed her eyes and jerked her ass up, giving the dog more of her pussy to eat.
Now he was licking her ass, lapping back into that split of her buttocks. How good it
wasthat hot wet tongue licking into her shitter as his warm fur brushed over her thighs!
"Fuck... fuck..."
Her arms and legs trembled in a fever of delight. Reaching back, Abby began rubbing
the dog's furry ears, humping and hunching into the dog's maw. It felt so good having
that pink tongue drive up and down, up and down her juicy tight cuntal crack.
Her clit burned from the steady licking friction while her tits tingled. Abby fanned her
fingers out along the dog's neck, raising her feet from the couch. She was inching her
knees back, inching them back the way she had seen Aunt Janet do, the way she had
seen Bobbie do when that man was on top of her fucking his brains out.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
The dog was licking her cunt all over now, touching every hollow of her cunt he could.
She was open now, open all the way.
Abby drew her legs together, rubbing her knees against the furry warm sides of the dog.
"Oh... uhhhhh..."
Abby began learning quickly how to move, how to draw the maximum amount of
pleasure from the dog's licking tongue. She jerked her ass up, then let it fall back slowly
to the couch. Up and back, up and back, a little faster as the tension between her legs
increased.
"Good Caesar... good!"
Soon she would share the same tingling sensation her aunt and cousin had enjoyed.
And all because of that lovely dog, wonderful Caesar!


Chapter 7

"Uhhhhhh... ohhhhhh God, gonna... gonna cum... gonna..."
Abby didn't care about anything any more. If her aunt or Bobbie were to walk in now,
it wouldn't matter. She could have died doing this and it would have been the best
thing in her whole life. It was driving her crazy. This hot licking sensation of the dog's
tongue against her pussy was too much, just too much.
"Uhhhhh..."
And then Caesar changed tack, moving his tongue up her belly, sloshing his warm, wet
tongue around her navel, then reaching hertits.
"Uhhhhh... no, oh nooooo!"
He drew his tongue across her stiffened nipples, slicking them down with his spittle,
then drawing his tongue down, down to her belly.
Abby sucked in a deep wheezing breath, clawing the animal's thick gray coat of fur,
then beating her fists against the soft couch cushions. It was wild having that tongue
touching her allover. Her body dripped with perspiration and doggie spit.
"Ohhhhh, Caesar... don't... oh get back to my cunt... ohhhh..."
Caesar licked her belly again and again, leaving long silver trails of spit on her flesh
before going back to her cunt.
At the first touch of his tongue on her pussy, Abby let out a howl, arching her back.
She could feel her cunt spasming. She could feel the muscles of her pussy tightening, as
if there were a prick about to be pushed in. She kicked one legs out, fanning her toes
until they cramped. The dog slowed his licking for a moment, then went back to her
pussy with a frenzy.
"Ohhhhh... hurrry!"
Caesar let out a sharp bark, then knelled once more between her wet, swollen cuntlips.
She could feel her cuntlips fill with blood and itch even more. If a man's prick were in
her... if only she could have a man's prick in her. The thought of having a man
squirming on top of her, pinning her down with his body while his hands pinched her
nipples sent the girl off into a wilder frenzy.
Kicking her legs high, rolling her ass, Abby felt herself spinning closer and closer to
orgasm.
"Uhhhhhh... oh God, God, I'm gonna... gonna do it... gonna..."
Abby pitched on the couch, bucking her ass hard against the dog's maw. She could feel
his fangs cutting against her pussylips as her climax loomed closer. Tossing her head
from side to side, feeling her long brown hair splashing over her face, Abby cried out as
her thighs filled with a wild, tingling, itchy fire.
She quivered and throbbed, her body hurrying onto a tremendous climax. Bucking hard
and fast, Abby felt the dog licking her cunt all over. He was touching her belly, licking
her cunt, then sliding his tongue on up her tits only to draw it slowly back down to her
pussy once more.
"Yaggghhhhh!"
Acid burned into her clit – or so it seemed as the hot throbbing flashes of orgasm
exploded in her cunt. Again and again Abby snapped her knees together, beating her
thighs against the growling animal, rubbing her legs against his sides as his wonderful,
lapping tongue curled into her cunthole and touched all the convulsing parts.
When it was over, Abby opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, then she looked at the
wall clock. It was getting late.
Her aunt and Bobbie would be coming home. How could she face those two? Again the
question echoed through her brain as she pushed herself off the couch and stared down
at the panting German shepherd.
"Oh, Caesar, what we've done... how am I ever going to explain this?"
Holding her head, Abby sat up on the edge of the couch.
Caesar was lying down, his head on his paws. His eyes rolled up and stared at the girl.
"You crazy, wonderful dog... oh God, it was so good, so wonderfully good and you
made it happen."
Abby ran her toes teasingly over his fur, feeling a ripple of excitement spasm through
her pussy when he twisted his head around and drew his tongue along her ankle. She
had to get out of here and cleaned up before anyone came back.
Standing up a little unsteadily, Abby realized that the animal had torn her bikini
bottoms.
"How will I explain this to Bobbie?" she whispered, fingering the frayed edges.
Abby moved away from the couch, feeling woozy from her sex encounter with the big
German shepherd.
Climbing the stairs, she turned halfway up and pointed a warning finger at the
following animal.
"No Caesar, no. You stay down there. You can't be following me up here."
He turned away with a whimper, going back to his sitting position by the couch.
Abby sucked in a ragged breath, hurrying up the stairs and into the bathroom.
Closing the door, she sighed, fingers still tight around the brass doorknob. She had
done it, had really gone through with something so daring. In a way it was more daring
than what her cousin had done or was still doing there in the field.
"Shower..."
Bending down, turning on the water until it was hot, Abby stepped in, letting the
pelting spray cleanse her body of the perspiration coating it.
As she twisted around in the tub, soaping down her cunt, feeling shivers still race up
and down her flesh, Abby wondered about her act and if it would be habitual. Would
she prefer dogs to men?
"No..."
In spite of the pleasure it had brought her, the cunt-licking from Caesar still hadn't
brought Abby the pleasure she wanted... needed! That man. That man she had seen her
cousin Bobbie with. Surely someone like him would be the answer.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Just thinking about him and Bobbie, about his cock, about the way he threw his
cockmeat into Bobbie while holding her firmly sent shivers through Abby's pussy. How
could her Aunt Janet stick with the animal when there were men like that around.
Pushing her head into the water, Abby rinsed off the soap.
Later that day, Bobbie came home, walking past a curious Abby and saying little. She
had a dreamy, pleased kind of expression on her face, something that didn't surprise
Abby. More than once Abby had thought about confronting her cousin about that
scene she had witnessed. Perhaps there was some way she could drag out information
from her without admitting she had been there spying on her.
"You girls have fun at the pool today?" Janet asked at the dinner table, passing the salad
bowl to Abby.
Bobbie turned and stared at her cousin.
Abby flushed. "Oh, guess so. I don't know too many people around there, and
somehow I lost sight of Bobbie."
Janet gave her daughter a warning look. "Now, you're not supposed to run off and leave
your cousin like that, Bobbie."
"But, Mother, she stayed behind," Bobbie said defensively, sipping her milk and not
noticing the slightly panicked expression on her mother's face. "I went to the pool, and
Abby said she preferred to stay at home and rest."
"But I thought... I thought I saw the two of you..." Janet stopped, feeling her cheeks
flushing a beet red. No, she couldn't show her embarrassment, her worry that Abby had
seen something, something that would have surely shocked the girl.
Looking at Abby, Janet couldn't detect any shame.
"I... I left right after Bobbie did. Got bored just sitting around. And when I got to the
pool, you weren't there, so I just sort of... hung around, you know?" Abby said,
rescuing all three of them as she spooned potatoes on her plate and passed them onto
Bobbie. "Then I just came home by myself. No big deal, really. It was restful."
Caesar trotted into the' room, stopping in the doorway and raising his head.
Janet nearly dropped her water glass, masking her uneasiness with a cough.
Abby somehow managed to keep from flushing beet red, kicking her chair nervously
with the backs of her legs.
Only Bobbie seemed to be natural, stretching out one hand and inviting the animal
forward.
"No!" Janet said, her voice sounding a little strained. "You know I don't like having
Caesar in here when we're eating. It's bad for him. He had his own food."
Caesar stopped, rolling his brown eyes up to Janet.
Janet thought she would faint. What was he going to do, come up and lay his snout on
her lap, nuzzle her cunt?
She would die if that happened.
Instead the German shepherd snorted, turned and padded back into the kitchen.
Janet sighed. "Well, and what are you girls going to do tonight? Stay home?"
"Uh, no, Mother. I thought... well, I met a couple of guys at the pool today and..."
Abby, startled, dropped her fork onto the dinner plate.
"One of them's really nice. The other's super too and... and we thought about doubling,
didn't we?" Bobbie asked, kicking her cousin under the table for a cue.
"Oh!Yes, yes, it sounded like fun."
"I know Harry... he's my date. And Greig's the other boy. Both of them go to school
and are in my classes... last years, anyway," Bobbie said, growing more and more
excited.
Janet narrowed her eyes, suspicious of this sudden scheme.
"You know, young lady, you're to be in before midnight. That's the curfew hour," Janet
said, her voice cold and dry.
"Yes, Mother. But nothing's going to happen, honest. We thought about going to a
movie and then sodas afterward. We'll be home way before twelve, promise," Bobbie
said, kicking her cousin again.
"Oh yes, sounds wonderful, doesn't it, Aunt Janet?" Abby chirped, glancing at Bobbie
and wondering what on earth all this was about.
"I'll tell you later," Bobbie whispered as her mother began clearing the dinner dishes
away. "It's real dreamy, and your date is something else. Remember how we talked
about fucking?"
Bobbie smiled, gathering up some of the dishes.
"Yes," Abby whispered, glancing nervously over her shoulder to make sure Aunt Janet
was well inside the kitchen.
"I did it today," Bobbie said, scrunching up her nose and giggling.
Abby did her best to feign surprise and shock.
"And it was wonderful. Now Harry's got this friend – Greig, like I told mother – who's
a real dream and he wants to take you out. I met him at the pool after the two of us,
you know..."
"But I don't know if... if I can go through with it."
Bobbie's eyes rounded, her face registering surprise. "After all that talking, and the way
you practically came when we talked about guys? Come on, Abby..."
Abby shivered. She was going to do it. It was like signing her own death warrant, but
she was going to do it. Bobbie had looked so sexy, so happy with that guy called Harry
mounting her, fucking her out of her mind. Surely it had to be good!
"I guess... I guess it's okay. Sure, I'll go, but... you sure this guy's-"
"Okay. Besides, I'll be there too. At least, for a while," Bobbie giggled, covering her
delights as her mother walked back into the room.
Seven o'clock came slowly.
Janet sat in the living room watching the evening news, listening to the laughter of her
daughter and niece getting ready for their double date.
There was a car honking outside, the sounds of slamming car doors.
Janet rose from her chair, walking to the foot of the stairs and calling up.
"Your dates are here," she cried, hearing the rapping on the door.
Janet went to the door and opened it.
"Mrs. Noley?" Harry asked, his eyes widening as he examined Janet.
"Why, yes. You must be... Harry, the one Bobbie talked about."
"Whew! Sure didn't expect someone as pretty as you. I thought you might've been
Bobbie's cousin or something," Harry said, smiling more broadly and scratching his
head.
Janet blushed. Harry was attractive, certainly handsome enough to make her heart beat
faster. She stood at the doorway, her fingers tightened on the doorknob. His eyes
glowed – so dark, so sexy.
"This is my friend Greig," Harry said, turning to one side and gesturing to a tall thin
blond boy behind him.
"Hi."
"Hi, come on in. The girls will be down in a moment," Janet said, stepping back and let
ting them in.
"Nice place," Greig said, staring at the several oils on the living room wall.
"Oh, it'll do," Janet said, her eyes still on Harry. What on earth was happening to her?
Couldn't she control herself? He was old enough to be her son!
"I can't get over how young you look. Excuse me for saying it, Mrs. Noley," Harry said,
his eyes laughing with amusement and excitement.
Janet flushed beet red and hated herself for doing so. "Yes... well, thank you for the
compliment." Janet sat down on the couch.
Harry sat next to her, stretching out one arm over the top toward her while leaning
forward. Greig was in the wing chair still examining the walls and ceiling.
"Bobbie! Abby! Hurry!" Janet cried half in panic.
Harry was looking at her again, staring at the expanse of flesh where her blouse
revealed the rounded tops of her tits.
Suddenly Janet felt terribly undressed.
"Uh, your daughter and I go to the same classes, did she tell you that?" Harry asked,
moving closer to her.
"Yes, she did," Janet said breathlessly, her chest tightening, her mouth growing very
dry.
Her flesh was starting to glow as. her body responded to the young man's eyes.
"She's a real brain. There are times I wish I could lean over and copy her papers and
tests," Harry went on, his concentration obviously on Janet and not on the
conversation.
Greig was staring curiously at the couple across from him.
Janet noticed his shift of attention and moved away from Harry, keeping her knees
modestly pressed against one another. Her tits were itching around the nipples, her
cunt generating more and more heat as the swollen lips rubbed together.
Harry kept on staring at her.
"Yes. She takes after her late father in that department. He was very intelligent," Janet
said evenly, trying to regain some control over herself.
"And she gets her looks from you," Harry commented, his eyes drifting up and down
her body.
Janet felt a knot of tension forming between her stomach and cunt. What on earth was
happening to her? Why was she behaving in this shameless manner? Why was she
encouraging him like this?
"Now, you stop that!" Janet said playfully, yet cursing her daughter for taking her time.
"It's true. You're an extremely attractive woman, Mrs. Noley, isn't that true, Greig."
 "Yeah, sure."
Janet felt a thrilling sensation in her hot cunt as she saw that stare, that incredibly hot,
sexy stare grow more and more intense.
Janet was sure he would reach out and touch her, grab her by the shoulders and kiss
her, driving his tongue down her throat while his hands roamed shamelessly all over
her tits, her belly, her cunt! And what would she do, right there in front of that other
boy, in front of her daughter and niece? Lost in this sudden fantasy, she didn't hear her
daughter coming down the stairs.
"Hi!"
The sound of Bobbie's voice shattered Janet's reverie. Feeling a wave of relief rush
through her mind as well as through her body, Janet stood up, ignoring the slick tight
sensation in her pussy. Her body seemed to melt, and her cunt closed up tight.
Bobbie smiled. "Hi, let's go. Abby, this is Greig. "
The two nodded, each obviously pleased by the other.
Janet followed the couples to the door, her eyes still on Harry.
"Now remember, midnight sharp. No later," Janet warned as she stood by the doorway,
regretfully watching Harry disappear with her daughter.
"Oh, Mother, don't worry," Bobbie said, affecting boredom with the warning as she got
into the car.
Lucky girl, Janet thought as she waved, and the car disappeared into the night.


Chapter 8

"Can't... can't do it again." Janet lay naked on the big king-sized bed, one leg draped
over the far edge while her fingers roamed freely over her belly. Her nostrils flared,
burning from the oxygen she sucked in to feed her aroused body.
That boy, that sexy, wonderful boy her daughter was going out with, filled her mind
with lust. Pushing her head deeper into the soft pillow behind her, Janet tightened her
ass muscles, flexing her thighs, making her cuntlips rub against one another and her
clit.
The thought of having Harry on top of her, fucking her, filled the woman's mind. She
couldn't get him out of her mind, couldn't drive the image of him staring at her,
rubbing his palms against his legs while staring at her tits, her pussy! She was sure of it,
positive he was sizing her up.
"Ohhhh!"
That was why Janet couldn't stay in the living room watching some mindless program.
Up here in her room, she could disrobe and fantasize, think about that young man,
about how he would feel squirming on top of her body, feeding in his cockmeat into
her cunt while she twisted and squirmed.
"Uhhhhhh..."
And then thoughts about Caesar drifted into her mind as Janet began fingering her
pussy. As she lay there, her belly swelling up with tension, her ass prancing around the
bed, she thought about the dog, about his tongue, about how that tongue could ease the
tension gripping her cunt.
"But it can't go on," Janet sobbed, fighting through the guilt and excitement that
warred within her.
No matter how much she tried to justify it, Janet still couldn't feel completely
comfortable with the idea of making it with the animal. She was determined to lie right
there, feel herself off, finger-fuck herself while thinking of that young man.
"Uhhhhh..."
Janet began moving her hips up and down, up and down, pumping her ass, letting her
fingertips just graze the tiny bulge of her blood-filled clit. Immediately a rush of wild
hot thrills made her head swim. Her thighs felt as if they were on fire.
Shutting her eyes, Janet felt the bedspread feeling so sexy, so soft under her flesh. She
spread her legs, glancing at the door, wondering if Caesar were there listening to her,
smelling her, wondering if she were going to open the door and invite him in to lick
her.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Another flash, this one more powerful than the last. Janet cried out, snapping her head
from side to side. She was licking her lips, panting heavily as she thought of Harry,
then of the big German shepherd.
Sounds! Scratching sounds!
Janet stopped, her hand on her hot cunt. Pressing her palm down against her cunt
mound, she could feel the flesh trembling against her hand.
And out there, scratching against the locked bedroom door, was the German shepherd.
She could hear him whining now, bumping his head against the door, scratching at the
wood, wanting in. She knew he wanted in. He could probably smell her pussy. Oh yes,
she was so hot that Janet had little doubt she was smelling up the room with her pussy
juice.
She tensed, arching her spine, digging her head harder into the pillow behind her.
Spasms rocked her body. It wasn't the big climax she was working for.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Janet wriggled maddeningly, then rolled onto her belly and clamped her thighs tight,
her fingers squishing wetly through her tightened cuntlips. It was good, so hot and
good!
She moved her ass up and down rapidly, the full-fleshed asscheeks jiggling, and those
movements added to the delight racing through her pussy. It was absolutely wonderful
having her cunt on fire like that.
She thought of that wonderfully handsome young man again, the one out with her
daughter, possibly fucking her. Fucking, fucking. It was wonderful just to think of
fucking!
Janet's mind raced wildly, her fingers plunging in and out, the nails scouring the
sensitivewalls of her pussy. The bed jerked violently, the springs squeaking and
clattering as her body twisted.
"Uhhhhh..."
Janet rolled back onto her ass, her fingers drawing out more juice from her fuckhole.
She felt the fluid bubbling from her pussy, wetting down her frazzled blonde
pussyhairs. She pushed her knees apart, drawing her legs up, up into a fucking position.
Again she dipped two fingers into her pussy, searching around, feeling the incredible
softness, warmth and wetness in her cunt. How would it feel to have a man's prick
pushing inside her, spreading her open, his balls resting against her upturned ass while
he pounded into her!
"Nooooo!" Janet felt herself losing the battle.
Caesar was scratching crazily outside the door, butting against it.
She couldn't resist him!
For another second Janet lay there, her fingers still touching her cunt. She had to have
him licking her, touching her all over in order to cum as hard as she needed!
Moaning, she swung her legs over the bed and padded to the door, her fingers
hesitating only for another moment on the doorknob. Caesar was whimpering,
scratching at the door.
"In, boy, in."
The big German shepherd rushed in, nearly knocking her down.
She watched as he scampered around the room, his long tongue hanging out, his hair
bristling with excitement.
Janet gasped. Caesar was brushing up against her, rubbing his body against hers, then
trotting over to the bed.
Janet smiled weakly. Then she walked to the bed, her tits swinging sexily.
"Oh, Caesar..." It was the sigh of a woman about to embrace her lover.
Janet somehow made it to the bed, her cunt burning more and more hotly as she
dropped her ass onto the mattress and rolled back, resting her head on the pillow.
The German shepherd lost no time. Janet felt the mattress sag as the animal climbed
aboard, drool from his tongue dripping onto her stomach as he licked in hot
expectation. Janet cringed, rolling slightly, bending her knees, then straightening them
and fanning out her toes as yet another spasm of delight rushed through her pussy.
"Uhhhhhh..."
He was sliding his tongue up, up her belly.
Janet reached down and guided him up, rewarding him with a scratch behind those
pointy ears when he started licking her tits. His pink tongue was so hot, so good! And
then he began lapping at her nipples.
Janet gripped the dog more tightly now, another image of Harry drifting through her
 overloaded brain.
"Ohhhhh... ohhhhhh!"
His coat pricked her naked flesh. It was so wild, so uninhibited! Again and again Janet
gasped, holding the big dog hard, then letting go. He was nuzzling her, touching her
cunt gently, then nuzzling her again.
With a moan Janet rolled onto her belly, pushing her fingers into the soft pillow as the
dog bobbed his head around, shoving his snout between her legs.
"Uhhhhh... oh there, oh God, God, you're so wonderful, Caesar!"
She buried her face in the pillow, groaning again and again as the dog licked her ass,
the backs of her legs, the bumps of her spine. She was drenched, thoroughly wet by his
saliva as Caesar licked her neck, nuzzled her ears.
Janet let out a shivery moan, then spread her knees farther apart, digging them into the
soft mattress. She was going to do it, going to raise her ass in the air like a gutter bitch
in heat.
Slowly she raised her ass, wagging it back and forth for the dog, feeling the juice
slicking from her cunthole and trickling down her thighs.
"Uhhhhh... doggie! Oh God, good doggie! It feels sooooo good!"
Caesar growled, pulling back and slicking his tongue down one asscheek then up the
other, at times sliding his maw into her tight asscrack and licking around and around
her shithole. He was licking so hard, so fast, that she could feel the hot spit dribbling
down over the curls of her pussy!
Janet arched her spine a little more, raising up on her knees to give the dog more room.
She was panting as hard as he was, her tits hanging down from her chest. Everything
was filling her with more and more excitement. She wobbled on her hands, sucking in
lungfuls of air when she could, holding her breath when the animal touched a
particularly hot spot!
"Ohhhhh..."
He was working on her legs now.
Grunting, Janet spread her thighs until she could feel her cuntlips peel stickily back
from the hot, moist pussymeat along her slit.
Caesar whined, sliding his tongue under her pussymound and up, touching her clit,
drawing incredible cries of joy from the woman.
"Uhhhhh... ohhhhhhh, Caesar!"
The dog was becoming more and more excited, his tongue slopping wildly over her ass,
her cunt, her shitter. Peering between her spread thighs, Janet could see something that
took her breath away. His prick. Yes, she could see his prick, that red, bony thing
slithering out of its red sheath! He was getting hard, good and hard, perhaps expecting
something now for his licking service!
"Caesar, wonderful, wonderful..."
Janet was babbling with lust and excitement, holding herself back as she felt an orgasm
whirling toward her like a glowing meteor.
With another cry she was on her back once more, kicking her legs up in a wide V,
spreading her thighs for the cunt-hungry animal. The tense thrills built and built.
"There... oh yessss!"
Janet was holding the dog's head down so he lapped her cunt slit. She had her head
raised up now, watching the big dog lick her cunt. His tongue rubbed her flooding
pussymeat, and she watched her clit being forced down again and again from that
licking tongue.
"Ohhhh..."
And there he was biting teasingly again, nibbling at her thighs whenever she tightened
her muscles.
Caesar was slurping upward now, driving his tongue through the slippery length of her
cunt.
"Yaggghhh..."
Again he nibbled, closing his fangs down on her thigh muscle.
Janet felt as if he had set off explosives in her pussy. She fell back, pushing her head
back into the pillow and pounding her fists against the mattress while she thrust her ass
upward. The frantic woman tossed her ass around and around in ever tightening circles,
whimpering for the big dog to eat her again.
He moved forward and quickly began feasting on her pussy once more. She was going
to cum. She was going to cum, going to make it! Fighting through against the red haze
settling over her brain, Janet held back for only a moment. Then it happened, crushing
her down into the bed like a giant wave, blasting away all her senses except those
responding to her climactic pussy.
"Nooooo!"
Janet could hear him licking on her cunt. She kept thrashing on the bed, her lust
peaking. Nothing seemed real any more.
Somehow she had slipped one hand under the dog's belly. The dog's cock brushed her
palm. He was humping his prick against her touch, making fucking movements, the
kind she had seen in the streets when dogs fucked one another in the alleyways.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
He came, actually came against her.
Janet jumped away, feeling the dog's jizz splatter against her thighs while the dog
moaned and howled.
"No, no!"
Janet was frantic. She tried wiggling away from the spurting jets of doggie slime. "No,
oh God no!"
What happened next Janet was unsure of. Somehow she had slid off the bed and out
the door.
The next moment she found herself in the bathroom, the door locked behind her. She
could hardly stand, her cunt still swollen and aching from the licking climax she had
endured. She sucked in huge lungfuls of air, glancing at her lust-swollen face in the
cabinet mirror.
She had done it, really done it this time! Not only had she willingly invited the animal
up into her bedroom, but she had touched him, had brought him off as if he were her
human lover.
"This can't go on..." Janet sobbed, pressing her hands against her face and feeling the
tears roll freely from her eyes.
What was happening to her? She was becoming a freak, a woman who enjoyed going to
bed with dogs!
Again there was a scratching noise. Clenching her fingers into fists, Janet wheeled
around and pounded angrily at the door.
"Get away, damn you! Get away!"
Her cries turned into sobs once more as she leaned heavily against the door. Doggie
cum! And it was still on her thighs.
Rousing herself, Janet quickly rushed to the tub and turned on the water, stepping in
and showering off the vile stuff.
"Never again... I can't let this happen again, or I'll go mad. I know I will," Janet
whispered, turning off the water and toweling herself dry.
Carefully opening the bathroom door, Janet found the dog was gone.
But in the bedroom she saw Caesar still there, lying now by the side of the bed, licking
his red cock of his.
Janet shuddered, hurriedly pulled on some clothes, then rushed out. Caesar stood up
and followed her downstairs. He saw her displeasure and stayed at a distance, watching
as she poured herself a large vodka on the rocks.
Janet raised her glass and stared at the German shepherd.
"You've got to leave me alone, you crazy dog," she said, gulping the liquor.
It was over. It would never happen again. She would find a man somewhere, some
place. And then she would tell him she was a widow with a daughter... and a dog.
Janet's laugh frightened Caesar. He jumped to his feet and barked angrily at her.
"Come here, boy," she cooed.
The animal lowered his head, wagging his tail and quickly padded over.
Why had she put on the dress? And she had forgotten something else, something very
important. She had forgotten to put on her panties. "Why is God doing this to me,
why?"
It was the last pang of guilt for some time. For she was already sitting on the couch,
letting the dog lick her thighs as she gazed at the wall in front of her. Sitting on that
couch as Caesar nuzzled her dress up, Janet thought about her daughter, about what
Bobbie would think if she were to see her like this.
"Uhhhh..."
Her tender cunt was sensitive to the touch.
But Caesar's tongue felt oh so good.
"Bad dog," she breathed as he licked and parted her cuntlips.
Janet reached around to turn out the table lamp. The only sounds now were sexy, wet
sounds coming from her cunt.
Janet whimpered as she could feel the tension building again. She took another sip of
the vodka and lay back. Smiling, she felt her breathing quicken. All she had to do was
sit there, not move at all.
"Ohhhhhh, Caesar, you naughty dog," she murmured as the animal's tongue slipped
once more into her clutching pussy.


Chapter 9

"Are you sure Abby's all right up there with him?"
Bobbie was scooting her panties back over her thighs, feeling the cum oozing from her
pussy.
Harry had just finished zipping up his jeans and was tucking his shirt back into his
pants.
"Sure. Greig's an all right guy. He won't do anything your cousin doesn't want... and
from the way she was acting in the back seat when we drove up here, she sure wanted
alot."
Bobbie felt her face flush. It was true. Abby was letting Greig slip his hand under her
skirt before they got to this mountain clearing. Harry had known about this place for
years. All Los Angeles glittered beneath them, the brilliant blue-white streetlights
blinking like diamonds set in black velvet as Harry took her away from the car and
proceeded to fuck her.
It was lovely. It was wonderful, maybe even better than the first time. There was no fear
or pain. That was all behind her. Harry had been right when he told her that the rest of
the way would be a downhill sail.
"It's just that it's her first time... well, Abby can handle herself, I guess," Bobbie
murmured, leaning against Harry as they sat on a large blanket and stared at the
brilliant scene below.
"Hope they don't burn up the back seat. Just got the car reupholstered," Harry said,
giving Bobbie a playful squeeze, then drawing her head against his chest.
Bobbie sighed happily, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against her face, wondering
if they would have enough time to fuck again before she had to go home.
Back in the car, Abby was struggling with Grieg. He had stripped her, and now she
knelt on the floor, her knees brushing against the carpet while he held her face in both
hands. She was shaking her head as best she could from side to side, tears streaming
down both flushed cheeks. There were fingermarks on her flesh, signs she had been
slapped recently.
"No! I won't do it," she protested, trying to pull away once more.
"Gimme head. I wanna feel your mouth on my cock, baby. Come on, wrap those lips
around my prick."
Oh, it was awful! Abby had hoped Greig would be gentle, kind. Instead he had
practically raped her, nearly tearing her dress, then shoving her down onto the floor
like this and wanting her to take his cock in her mouth. She couldn't imagine doing
that!
"No, oh don't... I don't want to do that! Please, don't..."
"You're gonna dig it once you get it in. Come on, or I'm gonna hit you again."
The thought of having his hand coming down against her face once more frightened
Abby into action. Heaving a sigh of defeat, she relaxed, letting herself being dragged
toward that fat, eight-inch cock jerking near her face.
She could smell him now, smell the arousal of his hot crotch. Even in the dim light of
the car, she could make out the veins throbbing against his taut pink cockskin, the balls
drawing up tightly against his groin.
His hot slippery prickhead brushed against one cheek. Abby flinched, her hands
pressing against the front edge of the carseat.
"No!"
"Come on, baby, come on."
Greig was getting impatient, holding her harder, his fingers tightening around her skull.
Breathing hard, still resisting, Abby knew there was little to be done. Her cousin was far
away. And even if Bobbie could hear her, she probably wouldn't come to help, thinking
it was just natural for a virgin to be reluctant.
"Uhhhhhh..."
And then something strange happened, something as strange as her attraction to
Caesar. The odor of Greig's crotch, that pungent aroma coming from his prick and
balls triggered her into heat. She could feel the slippery hot tissues of her cunt clutching
into tight little knots.
Spreading her legs a little more, Abby sprawled forward, her fingertips now digging into
the soft vinyl of the rear car seat, her tits pressing against Greig's spread knees. She
moaned as she moved forward, feeling his grip loosening around her head.
He knew she was turning on now, getting aroused as she dropped her lips closer and
closer to his prickhead.
"Yeahhhh, come on, baby! Come on, suck it for me, whip a little skull on me!"
Abby swallowed hard, then closed her eyes, opening her mouth. Slowly she bent down
until she felt his prickhead touching her lips.
Again she hesitated, but only for a second. Letting out another defeated sigh, she
dropped down, feeling his hard prick brushing against her lips, sliding over her teeth,
then onto her tongue. It was something else feeling that hard, jerking prick brushing
against the insides of her cheeks! And the way Greig was humping his hips, fucking her
mouth, trying to jab his big cock all the way down her throat!
"Hot mouth! Uhhhh... man, that's the way I dig it, hot wet mouth. You got one hell of
a throat, baby, a good hot tight throat!"
Greig's voice was tight and shaky, his fingers gripping her head hard once more. He
was pulling her down, sliding his cock deep inside.
Abby felt his cock sliding over her tongue, forcing her cheeks to puff out, making her
lips stretch. His big prick filled her mouth, spittle frothing around the corners and
oozing down her chin.
Once more Abby tried pulling back. It would be just for a moment, a second or two for
her to get her breath. But Greig wasn't about to let her go. He let his head fall back, his
knees rubbing against her body while his ass jerked off the back seat more than once.
"Uhhhhh... good, baby, get that tongue movin' around my... yeah, like that!"
Abby tasted the bleachy flavor of his cum oozing from his piss-slit. She swallowed,
coating her throat, feeling her stomach tie up in knots when she thought about how he
could flood her mouth with the stuff if he wanted to. Was he going to cum that way?
She certainly hoped not, for the sucking scene was starting to turn her on.
Abby felt her cunt tightening once more, her cuntlips folding over one another while
her clit popped up and started throbbing hard and fast.
"Ummmmmfffff!"
Abby slid her head a little farther forward, making a trough of her tongue and wiggling
it sexily back and forth over the underside of Greig's cock...
The young man was going out of his mind, fanning his fingers against the sides of her
head and pressing in. He shoved his groin up hard, burying more of his prick in her
mouth.
Abby gagged. She felt his cockhead brushing against her tonsils, then the back of her
throat. He was going to shove all eight inches of that prick in her mouth! Again she
tried pulling back, but Greig stopped her.
"Gonna throat you, baby. Gonna shove all my prick in that fuckin' mouth. Get ready!"
he growled, looking down at the frantic brunette teen.
Abby's nipples brushed against the back seat while her asscheeks pranced and jiggled.
Protest was useless. Greig had control and wasn't about to let go of it. Holding onto
her, he shoved her head down another few inches.
Abby resisted. She felt the muscles in her neck and shoulders straining from pulling
back. But Greig slid more throbbing inches of his cock into her full mouth.
Tears came to her eyes, trickling down her cheeks and wetting down her upper lip as
his fat meaty cock-knob touched the back of her throat again and started on its
downward trip. Abby coughed, gagged, then sucked in air through her burning nostrils
as Greig twisted his thighs up.
"Yeahhhhh... good head, baby, come on! Keep movin' that tongue... yeahhhhh!"
Abby thought she was going to die! She could hardly suck in enough oxygen to
breathe. That prick was blocking her air passage. And Greig kept it in her, rubbing his
balls against her chin, his stiff, wiry prickhairs tickling the insides of her nose. It was as
if she had swallowed part of an apple or something and it was: stuck in her throat.
Again she moved back, coughing, feeling the world turn black around her.
"Ohhhhh, suck me off!" Greig moaned, raising his hairy ass from the backseat with a
sticking sound and rotating his hips so his cock would twist in her throat.
Abby felt his strong leg muscles catching her in their grip.
The two of them rocked back and forth as she gagged. Then, reluctantly, he let her go,
his hands tightening around her head and pushing her away.
Abby sighed with relief, nearly sobbing as she felt his fat cock retreating from her
throat and sliding away from her tonsils. In a moment his cock was resting on her
lower lip, and Abby was able to breathe normally.
"Jesus Christ, that was good... good head. Nearly shot off in your mouth, you know
that? You're one hell of a lay. Harry talked about your cousin, but it must run in the
family, you know?"
Abby moved back as Greig finished disrobing, sliding his Levi's over his ankles, then
shrugging off his red flannel shirt. Then his hands gripped her, raising her from the
floor and settling her ass down on the back seat.
"Please... I've never done this... this kind of thing before," Abby stammered, still
smacking away at the sour taste in her mouth.
"Yeah, like never suckin' prick. Maybe you haven't," Greig said, raising his eyebrows
and looking hotly at the naked girl. "But you're one helluva quick study, know what I
mean?"
In a moment Greig was between her legs, leaning against the back of the front seat,
stroking his hunk of hefty prickmeat with one hand while trailing the fingertips of his
other over her belly.
"Nice tits... big tits, just like your cousin. Man, fuckin' you is gonna be real nice, real
nice baby," Greig whispered.
"Ohhhhhh... please, be careful... please..."
Abby didn't know quite what to expect. Bobbie had told her some things. And, of
course, she had read and heard about fucking from books and from her school friends.
But now she was stark naked, peeled open, her mouth still tasting of the cum from his
prick, and he was going to fuck her, tear her cherry away with that long, fat cock.
"Come on, baby, relax'"
Greig grabbed her tits, catching them in his big hands.
Abby closed her eyes, pushing her head back against the seat while arching her back.
The feel of his fingers on her nipples drove her wild. He was squeezing them gently
between his thumbs and forefingers, making her gasp with sensation.
"Ohhhhh..." Abby moaned, feeling the fear melting away as the sensations increased in
her tits.
Her hot tits high as she arched her back even more, showing him that she wanted her
tits to be rubbed.
"That's it, Abby, come on! Show me how much you want it, really want it. Yeah, the
way you were workin' your ass when I was feelin' you off in the car showed me you
wanted a screwin' bad."
It was impossible to hide it! He knew where to touch, what to do to make her twist and
writhe.
He was squeezing and twisting her tit tips, breathing harder in shallow, irregular gasps
as he pressed against her big fleshy titmounds.
"You ate me... now it's my turn to do you a favor."
The fingering stopped.
Abby jerked, her eyes widening as Greig pulled back and dropped his face fast in her
cunt.
"No!"
Her eyes rounded, her jaws slackening.
Abby couldn't believe this was happening, a man actually putting his mouth on her
cunt! And the sensations! It was like having hot lightning shooting through her pussy.
"Nooooo! Oh, it's... it's so good, so good... uhhhh, you're gonna kill meeeee!"
Abby's legs kicked up. He was sucking her cunt, scouring her pussy with his tongue.
Suddenly the image of Caesar flashed across her mind. Only a day or so ago the dog
was between her legs, eating her out, pushing his snout against her hot pussy while his
tongue stabbed in and out, in and out like a prick.
"No!" She had to push that image from her mind. This was different. Greig was a
human, not some animal driven by the smell of her aroused pussy.
Abby groaned and trembled, twisting her ass up to his face. Her legs tensed, then closed
over his head, trapping him tightly against her crotch. She felt his wonderful rough
tongue sanding over her clit again and again until she thought she was about to cum
right in his mouth!
"Go for it, bitch."
Greig slipped one finger into her pussy, tracing the jagged nail around the tense,
rubbery rim of her pussy. The sensation of his finger and his tongue drove her crazy.
She was babbling, kicking her feet against the window, feeling her pussy spasm again
and again against that sucking mouth. And then he was moving away, his mouth
leaving' her cunt.
Abby sank back onto the seat, feeling half exhausted from the ordeal. How her cunt
throbbed and ached! She was high, high on herself, on the big stud towering over her
now with his hot cockmeat sticking straight out of his groin.
"Gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna stick this prick right in and drive you nuts!"
"Ohhhhh!"
More flashes of fire exploded in Abby's pussy. She rubbed the insides of her thighs
against Greig's body, wanting him to do it now, wanting him to slide his prick all the
way in her cunt and make her swell up with his thick, hot meat.
"Yesss, yessssss!"
He gave his cock a few more jerks with one hand, then leaned forward, putting his
hands flat against her shoulders. It was going to happen!
Abby felt the sweat-slick vinyl seat rubbing against her back and ass as she tried to
ready herself for her very first fuck.
Greig was bracing himself now, pressing forward, his cockhead pushing against her hot,
slippery fuckhole.
"Want my prick, want it bad?"
"Yes, oh yes, give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it to me now, now, now!"
Abby surprised herself at the vehemence of her demand. She sounded like a whore in
heat!
"Ohhhhhh!"
Heavenly! It was the very best feeling she had ever had in her whole young life!
Abby kept her legs spread, feeling that prickmeat pushing past her cuntlips, burying
into the hot hole of her pussy.
Abby could hear his cock slurping its way in, slicked down by her juice, getting ready to
ram in long and hard.
"Ohhhhh, man, good pussy, real good... good and hot! You've been wantin' to get
fucked a long time if you're this hot."
Their bodies were almost touching.
Abby felt his body hair tickling her flesh. His breathing was coming in short pants.
Sweat dripped off his forehead and splashed on her tits.
"Uhhhhh, oh nooo..."
He was shoving in, twisting his body around, screwing his prick in slowly,
maddeningly, into her tight little pussy.
Abby opened her mouth and let out another moan, thinking he was going to tear her in
two with his big prick. She squirmed around, trying to slide up onto that thick prick.
He was screwing her, fucking her, doing the things she and Bobbie had giggled about
earlier. And it was so beautiful. And then she felt his cockhead touching her cherry.
There would be pain, maybe blood. But Abby didn't care. It was good, so good, too
good for her to stop now.
"It's your cherry, baby. Gonna have to pop it. Get ready."
He was halfway there, halfway inside her pussy when Greig pushed and ripped the tiny
membrame from her cunt.
There was a shock of pain that took her breath away. Abby arched her spine, kicking
her feet out and letting out sharp cries of pain. There was that tearing sensation, a
feeling quickly mingled with the hot lance of sensation. His cock was all the way in her
now... or nearly so. She could feel his cock slipping down, her cuntlips stretching even
more.
"Uhhhh..."
His prick was so big!
And still there was more!
Sensuous feelings welled out from her violated pussy. In a moment she felt herself
starting to move against Greig's strokes. Every inch more of his prick inside her was an
exquisite new experience for her.
"Good... good..." Abby muttered. "Fucked all the way and diggin' it. Man, baby, glad I
took my buddy up on his advice and came on this date. Real good..."
Abby was glad too as she thrust her hips forward and swallowed every inch of
prickmeat he shoved into her.


Chapter 10

"Uhhhhh..."
The stretched, bleeding tissues of her cunt still hurt her, but Abby didn't care. She
didn't mind at all.
She gradually moved her thighs faster, urging Greig to increase the depth and speed of
his fucking strokes. The heat and friction grew, the pain coupling somewhat with the
lascivious joy of the wet, sliding prick in her cunt.
"Fuckin', baby. That's what we're up to, and you're one hell of a fuck!"
"Fucking," Abby panted, gasping and wheezing as his fat cock fucked out her hole.
Greig was breathing hard in her ear, his cock moving faster and faster.
Twisting her head to one side, Abby bit her lip. The combination of feelings was driving
a new sensation up into her. It raced along her spine, out to the tips of her fanned
fingers. It was making her climax so fast! She didn't want this to happen this quickly.
That knot of sensation spun crazily in her belly. Her hips rolled uncontrollably as his
cock in her cunt seemed to grow.
"Nooooo!"
"Take it, baby, come on and take it all! You want it... uhhh all, don't cha? You want my
prick all the way in, right?"
"Yes, oh God yes!"
Greig's prick rammed into her like a machine, driving in the full length now. The
heavy, sweaty mass of his groin slapped against her upturned ass, making her cunt
clench in spasms. Cunt juice oozed out, wetting down the hot vinyl of the car seat.
Abby thought of herself as being impaled, and that image stuck, hurrying her to a more
dramatic climax. She spread her knees wide, wanting to stop the brutal thrusts in away,
and yet wanting them to continue even harder, more forceful.
Greig was going out of his mind now as well, moving quickly, ignoring her pleas for
him to stop.
"Ohhhh, God, God!" Abby gasped. "Too good, baby, way too good!"
It was going to happen soon, real soon. Greig's belly ground against the top of her cunt
mound, the fiery friction of his prick against her clit turning her into a mass of molten
butter. Electric shocks raced up and down her tensing inner thighs while her ass
muscles cramped up. The entire zone of her pussy was flaming. The pain and blazing
delight shot through her like fire and light.
"Uhhhhhhhh..." She couldn't hold back, just couldn't hold back!
Soon the roaring of her pulse was all that Abby could hear. The swirling movements of
the stud's prickhead in her belly jabbed into every sense. Abby heard the pistoning
strokes, heard his cock squishing into her pussy, could smell the heavy sweat of their
fucking. The car windows were steaming up with their mutual body heat.
She felt herself drowning, swirling around and around in a black abyss of sensation as
Greig entered his final round of fucking. The noise of her pulse increased, pounding
like a triphammer in her head.
"Noooooo!"
Surely Bobbie could hear her, could hear her cries of unspeakable delight as Abby felt
her body disintegrating under Greig's fucking prick. Nothing in the world had prepared
her for this. Someone in the background was yammering. Was that her, crying out for
more prick, more cock?
"All the way in you now, baby, all the way in. Gonna drop my load, shoot it out in
you," Greig panted, swirling the tip of his tongue around and around in her ear.
"Uhhhhh... now, now, now!"
All she cared about now at this point was her climax, that roaring climax just a few
seconds away. Soon she was going to explode into a million brightly colored pieces. Her
legs kicked against the seat, her feet beating steadily, rhythmically, against the rear
window of the bouncing car. It was getting so hard for her to breathe!
"Now, bitch! Now, Abby!"
Greig's voice sounded so strained. She knew what was going to happen. He was going
to cum in her cunt right now!
"Now!" she shouted, throwing her head back, arching her spine while shoving her hips
up against his in a grinding motion.
A great, earth-shaking vibration started somewhere deep in her pussy, then blasted out
in waves through the rest of her body. With a loud gasp Abby opened her eyes, staring
up at the car roof. "Yaggghhhhhhh!" she screamed.
The orgasm in her cunt exploded. Abby was shattered. Far-off screams seemed to
explode in her head. It was crazy, wildly crazy, as the climax roared through her body.
"Ohhhh, baby..."
She could feel the spurting wads of his cum spattering against the walls of her pussy. It
felt so good being filled that way, flushed out with his jizz while his fingers grabbed her
shoulders hard and held her jerking body in place.
"Yaggghhhh..." Another monstrous wave of climactic spasms rocked Abby.
She bucked and thrashed under the steady ramming strokes of Greig's prick. Her
opened eyes rounded even more as the power of her climax overwhelmed her.
She felt her hands moving down, her fingers digging into Greig's tight hairy ass,
dragging him even deeper into her cunt. Abby closed her eyes, feeling her cunt become
wet, hot and clenching.
Abby milked at the bucking rod of his prick, bouncing up and down, her ass slapping
wetly against the vinyl car seat. Again and again her head went back and her tits jiggled
from the vicious, furious blasts of her pussy.
"Ohhhh..."
And finally it was over.
Her hands slid from Greig's ass, dropping lifelessly to her sides. It had been so good, so
good to have this happen to her. Bobbie was right. Fucking was one of the best things
in the whole wide world! Now she knew first-hand it was true!
Abby rocked under the slowing thrusts of Greig's prick. Slowly, gradually Greig began
pulling out his softening prick. How good and shivery it felt as her cunt walls shrank
back together. Cum came out with his cock, trickling down into her sweaty asscrack!
"Ummmmmm, that was good, real good," Abby said, smacking her lips and looking up
with wide eyes at him.
"Yeahhh, baby. But..." Greig brought one arm around and glanced at his wristwatch.
"It's eleven-thirty. Remember what your aunt said-midnight sharp. We're gonna have a
hard time gettin' you two home on time as it is."
Greig smiled, bending down and sucking one tit in his mouth.
Abby shuddered. She was spent now. But surely in an hour or so she'd be ready for...
ohhh, it was almost shameful to think of how much she wanted to fuck with this young
stud again. But she did! He had opened a door and she had stepped through to this
brave new world!
"I don't care," Abby blurted out, throwing her arms around Greig's neck and holding
him tight. "I'll take the chance. I want to be here with you!"
"Hey, come on. We'll have other dates, especially if we're good and get you two home
on time. Now get dressed," he said, gently pushing her away and starting to fumble
around for his pants.
Abby sighed with disappointment, reaching down and pulling out her bra from the
tangle of clothes on the floor. They had been in such a hurry to get undressed. Now it
was nearly impossible to distinguish his clothes from hers until they held them up to
the dim moonlight.
After some time they managed to dress, climbing from the car and looking for Bobbie
and Harry.
"There they are," Abby said, pointing. "Hey, come on, it's getting late. We've got to get
the girls home!" Greig called out through cupped hands.
"Minute!" Harry shouted back.
Abby leaned forward, looking through squinty eyes at her cousin and her boyfriend.
There in the dim silvery light she saw Bobbie's trim ass moving gently against Harry. It
was a soft, fucking motion, the hint of something much more intense. Yes, they too had
had a good time.
Apparently Bobbie was as reluctant to leave as Abby. But the boys were right. They had
to be home early or Janet would curb their dating habits fast.
"Let's go," Harry said, taking Bobbie by the hand and leading her carefully over the
uneven ground to the car.
"Well, did you... do it?" Bobbie whispered, breathlessly, adjusting the top strap of her
thin cotton dress as she climbed into the car.
"Yes, and you were right!"
"I know... let's hope they ask us out again real soon," Bobbie whispered, pulling away
from her cousin as the boys slid in.
The drive home seemed to take far less time than going up to the drive.
In minutes the two-story frame house was in view, and Bobbie and Abby found
themselves saying good-bye to their dates.
"Just in time... and tell your mom I said hi," Harry said with a leer, pulling his head
back in and throwing the car into gear.
"I'll go up the back stairs," Abby said. "I'm afraid I'll say something dumb to your
mother if she asks me. You say goodnight for me, okay?"
Bobbie pressed her cousin's hand, giggled again, then rushed to, the front door. She
heard Abby opening the back door and stepping into the house.
Still drifting on a cloud, still feeling her cunt burn from the fucking she had received
from Harry, Bobbie opened the front door, closing it quietly behind her.
"Mother?"
There was no answer. Only one lamp as on in the living room.
Poking her head in, she saw her mother asleep on the big couch in the front room.
There was an empty glass on its side on the carpeted floor. Her mother was naked from
the waist down and sleeping with soft, even breaths.
Bobbie was so shocked that she couldn't quite cope with her emotions at first. Then
finally she got a blanket from the downstairs linen closet and covered her mother up.
The glimpse of her mother's thick, blonde cunt hair shocked the girl slightly.
What was she doing down in the living room with no panties and her dress around her
waist? Bobbie picked up the glass and sniffed. Vodka.
The thought that she didn't know her mother very well gave Bobbie a sinking, spacy
feeling. Perhaps she needed some air. Abby was upstairs, probably asleep now from
sexual exhaustion. Well, there' would 'be time later to compare notes.
Another look at her mother sleeping soundly, and Bobbie padded softly to the kitchen
to get a glass of milk.
Caesar behind the sofa, trotted in behind her.


Chapter 11

"Good, Caesar..."
Bobbie stood outside, sipping her cool glass of milk, watching the stars twinkle through
the criss-crossing tree branches overhead. It was so peaceful, so wonderful.
Caesar's warm, furry body felt good pressing against hers, giving comfort as she stood
outside alone.
She thought of her mother lying there asleep in the living room, naked from the waist
down. What on earth had gone on in there? She took another sip of milk, stretched
down her hand and patted the big dog.
"Good Caesar!"
Then thoughts of Harry came drifting back in her head.
"Ohhhh..."
She put the glass down on a nearby patio table, hugging her body tightly as she closed
her eyes and thought about that young' stud holding her, fucking her. How his tongue
had felt against her pussy, her tits, her mouth! He had been all over her, kissing her
hard, fucking her hard.
Even now Bobbie could feel his body rubbing against hers, could feel his prick fucking
into her cunt, stretching out the lips, his balls slapping wetly against her upturned
asscheeks while their tongues battled.
It had been wonderful, better than the first time he'd fucked her. If only he were here!
If only she could sneak him back in somehow and fuck her, fuck her again and again
until...
"Caesar!"
The dog was nuzzling her, rubbing his cold snout against the backs of her legs.
Bobbie wheeled around, slapping the German shepherd lightly on the head.
Caesar backed away, his tail straight out while a low growl came from his throat.
"Don't... bad dog, don't touch me like that," Bobbie said, pointing a crooked warning
finger at the German shepherd.
But Caesar kept on, shoving his snout up against her once more, raising her dress a
little.
"Oh!"
Then a thought, a thought more horrible than she had ever had in her life flashed
through her mind. Her mother. The way her dress was hiked around her waist! Her
naked cunt! The dog! No, that was impossible! Her mother couldn't be doing
something with the dog.
"Oh God!"
Caesar suddenly shot around her and jerked his head under her skirt.
Bobbie cried out, clapping her hands over her mouth just as the dog's tongue drove
hotly between her asscheeks. Bobbie jerked forward so hard that she lost her balance
and fell on the damp grass. One leg was crossed over the other at the ankle as she tried
to get up. Caesar wouldn't let her. He was on her in a flash, his legs bumping the
insides of her thighs.
Bobbie stretched one hand forward, curling her fingers around the leg of the patio table,
trying to right herself. She heard the milk glass tumble over, rolling on the table top,
then falling and shattering on the ground.
"No!" she whispered, trying to hold the hem of her skirt down.
But Caesar was not to be put off. He nuzzled against her legs, pushing forward, finally
sliding his tongue up into her cunt.
Bobbie gasped from the friction as he tongued deeply enough to touch her clit.
"Caesar! No, no..."
Now she remembered him nosing around her mother a lot lately. Bobbie had thought
nothing about it. But now as she lay sprawled on the back patio, her dress up to her
waist like her mother's she knew what was happening. A dog was eating her cunt. And
what made it worse, what made it absolutely wild was that with each passing second his
mouth was bringing back the exciting heat that she'd felt earlier with her boyfriend.
That touch was so hot, so silky smooth against her cuntlips.
"Uhhh... nooooo!"
Somehow she managed to shove Caesar back and get on her hands and knees. Bobbie
crawled over the patio, her knees scraping painfully against the cold flagstones. She was
whimpering, looking through the blonde hair that now curtained her face. Why hadn't
she put on her panties in the car? Neither she nor Harry could find them anywhere
outside or inside, and they had laughed about their disappearance. Now this was no
laughing matter.
"Don't..." Caesar was on top of her again, licking up her belly, drawing his tongue over
her salty, damp flesh.
Bobbie flushed beet red, her pulse scorching her veins. That dog was forcing her thighs
apart, pressing the sloppy folds of her cunt to give him room to lick at her convulsing,
dripping clit.
Caesar wagged his tail, wiggling his nose against her pussy. Bobbie sucked in a ragged
breath and collapsed on the damp grass next to the flagstones, her thighs spread
helplessly for the big dog. She could no more stop him now than she could fly to the
moon. She was ashamed, even shocked by the new sensations rushing through her
body. But the very newness of it, the very naughtiness of having a dog licking her cunt
added somehow to the itchy ache between her legs. Panting, Bobbie let the animal lick
her pussy.
"Uhhhhh, Caesar!"
She was panting hard, feeling dizzy as Caesar gained another inch. He growled as he
rimmed the edges of her wet cunt mouth. Bobbie groaned, feeling her cunt muscles
convulsing and sucking. The dog's tongue moved around and around her pussy,
touching her clit, driving down into her buttcrack.
"Ohhhh doggie..."
A dog, a dog licking her off! 'Bobbie thought of that as she clutched and grabbed at
tufts of grass.
"God... my god."
She was breathing hard and fast now, just as hard and fast as when Harry had taken
her in his arms and pressed his prick against her cuntlips.
And now Caesar was pushing his tongue deep inside her cunt. It was as if he were
searching for something.
"Uhhh..."
Again Bobbie closed her eyes, thinking of how Harry's prick looked-dark at the tip, real
dark and big. How he stretched her with his cock until she squirmed and cried out.
"Uhhhhh..."
Bobbie moved her ass up and down against the steady, wet rub of the dog's mouth. She
couldn't keep still.
Bobbie groaned, tilting her hips back, then twisting them from side to side. Her tender,
glistening cuntflesh stretched tantalizingly, opening more and more for the dog's
nipping fangs.
"Ohhhhhh God, God!"
Nothing had happened like this in her life! The wet mess between her thighs was
throbbing hot and aching now. Her cunt felt feverish, swollen. Tensing her ass and
thigh muscles, Bobbie bobbed her ass around in tight frantic circles as the dog brought
her closer and closer to the final rush of excitement.
Stretching out one hand, she curled her fingers in the fur of his neck, holding him hard
against her dripping pussy. She was going to cum. She could feel it coming. She was
going to reach climax with a dog, a dog! Her calves were hurting as they cramped while
she dug her heels frantically into the soft ground.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Caesar pulled his tongue out at the last minute, letting Bobbie slip down an inch or two
away from climax.
Bobbie ground her teeth in frustration, struggling, trying to regain the furious frenzy
that had racked her pussy. And then his tongue was back again, entering her cunt,
forcing the swollen cuntmeat wide. He was rolling and licking around the sensitive ring
of her cunt muscles. Bobbie felt her cunt convulse and tighten around the dog's muzzle
and hot tongue each time he pushed in deep. It was so close to the feeling of being
fucked.
"Fucked... fucked..."
Thoughts of Harry mixed with those of the animal between her thighs.
Again Bobbie pranced her ass around in circles, then shot it up and down to increase
the friction of the dog against her cunt. When he raked up across her clit again, Bobbie
cried out and hugged his head hard. She wanted him to lick her everywhere at once.
She raised one leg to open up her pussy to his hungry mouth. Bobbie couldn't help
herself. She was cumming, cumming fast. She was plunging and writhing and grunting
with the ecstatic sensation that built to a roaring climax and choked off her breathing.
Mind-blowing spasms tore through her body.
"Uhhhhhh... yaghghhhh!"
How long her climax lasted Bobbie didn't know. Again pictures of Harry and Caesar
mixed together strangely while her cunt throbbed against his maw.
When she came to, Bobbie found herself curled on the ground, her knees pressed
against her tits.
"My God... what have I done?"
Getting weakly to her feet, ignoring Caesar who had spurted his load on the ground
and was now licking his shrinking prick, Bobbie staggered into the house, closing and
locking the kitchen door behind her. Her mother, and most certainly Abby, couldn't
know of this!
Tiptoing past her sleeping mother, Bobbie climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom.
Abby was sleeping just down the hall, her dreams doubtlessly filled with images of
Greig and how he had fucked her.
"Ohhhh..."
Bobbie threw herself across the bed, draping one hand over her eyes and feeling the
final spasms of her pussy die away. Licked off by Caesar! She smiled, giggling softly,
then ending her laughter with a sigh.
Bobbie drifted off to sleep, her dreams a mixture of Harry and Caesar.
Downstairs Janet stirred under the woolen blanket, reaching up and drawing the edge
against her chin. She had heard her daughter climbing the stairs behind her. Dimly she
was aware of the fact that Bobbie had seen her naked from the waist down. Did she
suspect anything? What could she say to her daughter?
Just at that moment Janet heard scratching at the back door. Caesar! Wanting in.
Perhaps he wanted something to eat.
A wicked smile crossed Janet's lips as she pushed the blanket away and smoothed down
her dress.
Glancing quickly up the darkened stairs to make sure her daughter was in her room,
Janet walked to the kitchen, patting down her hair. She could see Caesar's silhouetted
outline as he braced himself up against the screen door.
"Come in, boy."
Caesar leaped in, all pants and happy gasps as he circled her legs.
Janet locked the kitchen door. She returned slowly to the living room and the couch,
sitting down and feeling her knees being butted apart once more by the dog.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Letting her head fall back, Janet sighed as Caesar's tongue entered her pussy once more
and touched her clit.
"Ohhhhh, Caesar, ohhhhhhh yesssss!"


THE END
