DAUGHTER'S DOGGIE URGE
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

"Ohhhh, Sport... don't!"
Debbie Hathaway scooted back on the bed, drawing her knees together. She could feel
her pert, hot little ass sliding over the cool sheets, her tight pussy burning with sexual
excitement. But she knew it was wrong to be feeling that while Sport, her two-year-old
pet German shepherd, was watching. His two front paws were braced on the edge of
her small bed, his furry chin resting on his forepaws.
Frantically the girl reached down with one hand and pulled her short white tennis skirt
over her cunt. Her fingers were trembling and cold, the tips barely able to feel the silky
material. She shouldn't have been thinking about Jack Bracemount that way. But oh,
when she let her mind flow free, all she could think of was that handsome dark-haired
tennis stud and all the naughty things he could do to her if she let him.
Sport nosed under the warm soft spot behind her left knee and Debbie felt her heart
skip a beat. Raising one hand threateningly, she scooted back again, frowning at the big
dog.
"Bad, Sport. Go away, boy. Go downstairs and find your foodbowl."
Dogs were always hungry. Maybe talking about food would make him go away. But
Sport had found something much more interesting than a bowl of Alpo. He blinked
quickly, his brown forehead gathering together while he pushed his head a little farther
back. Debbie could feel his warm, panting breath against her thighs now. She thought
about swinging her legs over his handsome head and rushing for the door. But
something told the teen Sport would follow her, knock her down and – and do
something awful! The best thing would be to stay put and try to talk the animal away
from her burning ass.
"Sport, downstairs! Mother will be home soon and you know she doesn't like you up
here," Debbie said, her heart racing.
Yes, her mother would be home in an hour or so from shopping. The thought of
having Linda finding her up here with Sport brought two hot red spots to her already
flushed cheeks. Once more Debbie scooted back, very aware of the cool, soft pressure of
the sheets against the backs of her legs. And once more the animal followed, his paws
scratching at the sheets and leaving long marks on the white cotton. Why did she have
to take off her panties? Why hadn't she closed the door all the way when she started
thinking about Jack and rubbing her cunt with her fingers?
"Oh!"
Sport was trying to climb on the bed now. She saw his body tensing, coiling like an
over-wound spring. His hindlegs were struggling up against the mattress while he
pushed his head forward. Debbie brought both hands down to his head, pushing her
fingers against his face. She tried everything to shove the big animal away from her. But
Sport was determined. He jerked his head to the right, snapping at her fingers.
"No!"
Debbie felt a rush of fear that made her cunt buckle. Jerking her hands away, she drew
them to her high-riding tits. He was crazy! He was trying to bite her and all she was
trying to do was protect herself.
"Sport, stop it! Please, go away," Debbie said, her voice breaking with fear.
The blonde teen drew her knees together, again pulling down her skirt as the German
shepherd began nosing around its hem. Debbie trembled. She felt the material scooting
up from her kneecaps, edging up her thighs. And what was worse, what was so crazy,
was that hot tingle in her cunt. It was still there, stronger than ever! Debbie frowned at
herself once more, her fingers pressed against her thighs. Why was she still feeling that
itchy ache pulsing in her virgin pussy? She wasn't thinking about Jack now. All images
of the handsome stud had evaporated like a fog under the sun when Sport nosed his
way into her bedroom.
Debbie closed her eyes, curling her fingers until the nails bit into her damp palms. It
was getting worse and worse as the seconds ticked by and Sport nosed his way up her
body. She could feel his panting breath so close to her pussy now! She didn't dare
move. The girl lay there quietly, her heart pounding so hard she was sure it would tear
through her ribcage! Small beads of perspiration dotted Debbie's forehead. She moved
her hips slightly, the moist, velvety surfaces rubbing together. More hot juice seeped
out. She could smell it now, actually smell herself. That's what was making Sport so...
active!
Debbie was his bitch in heat! The thought made her head swim. The thoughts smacked
of something too terrible to mention! Women and dogs! Debbie shook her head, her
long blonde hair washing over her flushed face. She sucked in a deep breath, the
oxygen burning her nostrils. Women and dogs! Peering heavy-lidded down at the big
gray and black German shepherd, Debbie felt something more than just fear and
loathing. No, there was an excitement here, one that had nothing to do with Jack and
her images of him. That idea made the girl tremble at her own sexuality as Sport nosed
her skirt an inch higher.
Debbie worked her ass back and forth a little faster, liking the wet, rubbing feel of her
cuntlips sliding over one another. She felt daring, very wicked and naughty half-baked
there on the bed with the German shepherd crawling on top of her. Debbie closed her
eyes a second time, the burning itch taking her breath away. Sliding both hands back
around her torso, the girl began unbuttoning the tight-fitting sweater she'd worn to the
courts today. It was still damp from her perspiration. She shivered, feeling the soft
cotton peel from her hot flesh. Sport stopped, his bushy tail sticking straight out while
his brown eyes focused on the girl's bra-encompassed tits. Debbie hesitated a second,
her fingertips fumbling around the snaps. Then she threw everything to the winds,
opening her halter and feeling her thirty-six-inch tits fall free.
"Uhhhhh... ohhhhhhh!"
It was so... so wild! Every minute brought new, uninhibited thoughts to the teen's
mind. She scooted back down onto the bed, spreading her legs apart now while raising
both hands and cupping her firm tits. How good it felt squeezing her hard, red-tipped
tits here in front of the big German shepherd! Again Debbie pinched her tit tips, feeling
a hot itchy kind of flash shoot from her nipples down to her clit! The electric shock
made her jerk her knees up. With another soft moan Debbie let her legs flop back to
the mattress.
"Oh Sport!"
What was he doing to her? Terrible, dreadful dog! She had never considered doing
something like this with an animal! Oh, of course she had heard the usual dirty stories
about girls and dogs. But those were only stories, meant to degrade the girls around the
school. No one did that kind of thing, really.
"Uhhhhh..."
And yet here she was, living proof to herself of what could happen.
"No, Sport, no."
Weakly the girl tried pushing the animal's snout away from her crotch. But Sport had
smelled the fresh rush of cuntjuice and was determined to get at it. Debbie felt his
broad shoulders pushing against her inner thighs, his fur tickling her flesh so
deliciously. Debbie shivered, pushing her head back into the pillow while jerking her
knees up a little farther. It was good, so good. Sport had begun licking her, drawing his
tongue up around her thighs, then down to her kneecaps before starting on her other
leg. He was teasing her, tickling her flesh without really getting close to her pussy. Did
she want him that close? Debbie frowned again, her teeth grinding against one another.
The teen let out another mournful sigh, drawing her hands back over her tits and
squeezing her nipples. Her ass rose a little from the bed, wagging from left to right as if
it were her tail. She clenched the big muscles, feeling her sphincters shut tight. Oh, that
dog, that wonderful, terrible dog.
"Sport, no!"
Debbie rolled her head to one side, feeling her hot right cheek pressing against the
pillow. Blinking the haze away, the girl stared at her small brown-faced alarm clock.
Four-thirty. Yes, her mother would be soon coming home. Oh, oh, and there was
nothing she could do to get rid of the licking animal!
Sport was hunching down now between her legs, his tail tucked under his strong ass
while his tongue slopped noisily up against her thighs. The warm, pointed tip was
inching up to her cunt once more. She could feel the tiny nerve-endings in her pussy
stretching down to meet Sport's maw. How she wanted him to touch her there now!
Oh, oh, it was all she could do to keep her ass pressed against the mattress while he
inched forward, getting ready to feast on her cunt.
Suddenly she felt it! Yes, he had done it, had actually touched her cunt with his tongue.
The girl thought she would fall apart. Arching her spine, Debbie shuddered mightily
against the licking German shepherd. She squeezed her tits until her nipples popped up
around her slender fingers. Again and again the teen gasped from the unbelievable
tickle created by his tongue against her cunt flesh. Again she felt his tongue, this time
touching the bottom junction of her swollen pussylips. Debbie dropped back down to
the bed, wallowing her shoulder blades against the wrinkled topsheet while beating the
backs of her naked legs against the mattress.
Behind her the girl could hear the dry clattering of the headboard against the wall. She
didn't care. No, Debbie didn't care if the whole neighborhood could hear her moans,
could hear the bed squeaking and groaning under the double weight of her and the
dog. There was something more at stake here! Her cunt, her hot, virgin cunt was being
serviced by her pet German shepherd!
"Uhhhhhhh... yessss."
How quickly she had changed! Now there was no fear, no surprised horror as the dog
crawled onto the bed. No. It seemed so natural as Sport settled more firmly between her
white, shivering thighs and began lapping his way into her body.
"Uhhhhhhh... oh do it, Sport! Oh yes, yes, it's so good when you do it this way!
Uhhhh, God, God, if mother finds out..."
The sobering thought brought Debbie down from her sexual high for only a minute.
Once more she saw her mother's frowning, disapproving face drifting in front of her.
How many times had Linda told her about boys, about the one thing they wanted from
a girl? Yes, her mother had dressed her down again and again about her overly short
skirts, about her flirting with men. But Sport wasn't a man. What could her mother say
about that? A wan smile crossed the girl's lips, a smile that quickly disappeared the
moment Sport's tongue flashed over her clit. Her face slackened, her jaw dropping as
another painful moan escaped from her lips.
Debbie was thrashing around on the bed, careful to remain on her back while hugging
the German shepherd with her slender knees. Her short white skirt had long since
gathered up around her waist like a rope, the pleats fading under her sweating body.
Sport was growling low in his throat now, bracing his paws on the bed while pushing
his maw farther up between her thighs. She could feel his teeth rubbing against her
flesh now along with those black, rubbery lips. The thought of having his tongue
scouring her cunt, dipping down deep into her body brought more hot, shivery thrills
racing up and down her spine.
"Oh God!"
Sport went right to the object of his lust. The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as
it peeled her cuntlips apart brought another cry from her lips. Debbie threw back her
head, panting noisily while tensing her thigh and leg muscles. She was feeding the dog
her pussy, actually giving it to him while arching her spine once more. One wet lick
rubbed over her clit. Debbie let out another cry, biting her bottom lip. She was letting
this happen and it was so good, so very, very good!
Images of her mother faded from her mind. Once she thought of her good friend
Wendy Urban. What would that girl say if she could see her now? Time and time again
Wendy had laughed at her prudishness. But now having the animal tonguing her like
this – well, Debbie wouldn't call it prudishness with Sport wedged like this between her
long legs!
"Oh Sport!"
The dog's tongue drew back for a second. He washed it around her knees, then down
until he began flicking it over her ankles. Debbie shivered, kicking the brown leather
sandals from her feet. She heard them thud against the blue carpeting as the dog
tongued her soles, mouthing her toes before sliding his tongue back up to her knees.
She was being bathed in the animal's spit, her flesh soppy with his saliva.
She could hardly focus her eyes. Peering over the mounds of her tits, Debbie found it
difficult to see the dog clearly. He was a big mass of muscular fur, so handsome, and yet
so very blurry! She shook her head, panting heavily, feeling her blood scorching her
veins.
He was back to nuzzling her cunt again. She felt that furry, warm pointed maw
pressing up against her swollen cuntal mound. He was touching her inner cuntlips
now, forcing them wide apart while bracing his forepaws hard against her ass! Debbie
groaned, pounding her fists against the mattress on either side of her thighs. She
thought her brain was shattering into millions of pieces as he began fucking her with
his maw. Yes, that's what he was doing, fucking her with his pointed snout!
"Ohhhhh... buhhhrhrhrr! Huhhrhrhrr! Oh God, no, no, no!"
Fucked by a dog! Yes, fucked by a dog's nose! Debbie whipped her body from side to
side, her knees drawing up slowly from the bed while she curled her toes against the
topsheet.
"No, can't do this, can't..."
But the dog was beyond reasoning now. He growled heavily at her protests, ignoring
them while continuing to eat out her cunt. Debbie sucked in a ragged breath, feeling
him pull away. Maybe he was through. Maybe he was going to back down now, leaving
her this way – high and dry to take care of herself. One part of her mind wished for
exactly this. But another, darker part of her wanted Sport to do something much more
than lick her.
Sport was grunting from excitement, pulling back for a moment, then sticking his nose
into her cunt and wallowing it around and around. Debbie let out more desperate cries,
hugging his warm, muscular body with her thighs while drawing her ass up from the
bed. She was sweating heavily now, her young body glistening with perspiration. Sport
was gouging his claws against her, thighs, sticking his long, furry nose up and down
against the flooded slick folds of her pussy. She could see her own hot juices wetting
the fur around his mouth. His black nostrils and lips were glistening with it. Twisting
his handsome head around, Sport let his prick tongue loll sloppily in and out over her
pussy, splitting the hot crack. He bathed her clit again and again!
"Oh Sport... Sport!"
Debbie stretched both her legs out until the balls of her feet were dangling over the
front edge. The excruciating tickle was becoming worse and worse. She knew she was
building steadily up to a roaring climax, the pounding in her head, the eager tenseness
and itchiness in her cunt told her all that! And yet there was something else, something
else she wanted. Hunching her pussy up to his maw, the girl wiggled her slim hips,
wanting more sensation, more hardness!
Yes, a kind of hardness inside her. Cock! The word flashed suddenly in her confused
mind like a brilliant neon sign. Cock. Yes, she wanted a cock inside her. And Sport?
Debbie stopped the wild shifting of her ass for a moment. Did she dare? Did she think
she could get away with having Sport... fuck her?
"Noooooo!"
Too awful! Too horrible! No, she couldn't do it. At least, Debbie felt she couldn't do it
now. Things were all too new for her right now, too difficult. Her senses were reeling
madly with the lusty rub of his mouth. She moved one shaky hand down to her cuntal
mound, feeling just how wet she was. She could feel Sport's tongue lapping up her
fingers. When she dragged her hand back up her belly, she felt the hot streaks of his
spittle against her flesh. The streaks dried coolly and increased the heat of her rushing
climax.
Debbie felt herself getting ready for her first big climax. Her belly muscles tensed until
they ached while her ass pranced madly against the bed. She was begging the dog for it,
twisting her hips from side to side, panting and gasping as loudly as Sport. Oh, she was
his bitch all right. She was as much a bitch as the animals she'd seen squatting down in
the gutter for him. The thought of being fucked by him just as those female dogs had
been rushed the girl onto a more frenzied climax.
"Uhhhhh!"
Debbie saw bright lights flashing in front of her head. Her cunt was clutching
desperately at his tongue, sucking at it as if it were a cock. Something told the girl that
that was exactly what her pussy would be doing if someone – or something – were
fucking her.
"Sport!"
Debbie called out his name, grabbing his neck with her fingers and tearing at the thick
fur. Her voice was cracked, hollow, while her legs slowly rose from the bed. How good
it was to have her thighs grabbing him like that, holding his warm body while her cunt
stretched open for the animal.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhrhrhrrr! Huhrhrhrrr! Oh, fuck me, doggie. Fuck that tongue in and
out of me, Sport. Oh God... uhhhhh... yes, fuck me with that tongue," Debbie cried.
It was so good, too good. It would have to stop! Debbie knew she couldn't teeter like
this. In a second she felt herself tumbling from the ledge into that dark, wonderful
world of climax!


Chapter 2

"Nooooooo!"
Debbie kicked one leg out, feeling the pulsing itch between her legs grow into
something much more wild. Her cuntlips were red and hot while her clit burned like a
tiny, red jewel. She was cumming! Yes, she could feel that pulsing becoming stronger
and stronger, a beat that drove into her head. She was going to climax with a fury that
took her breath away.
"Huhhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhh!"
She rocked her hips, strings of drool oozing from her mouth. And all the while Sport
was licking her, sticking that hot, heavy tongue into her pussy. Debbie pumped her ass
furiously up and down, her tits slapping wetly together while her cunt cinched up
against Sport's tongue. Cumming, she was cumming. She was moving so fast her body
was sweating more and more. Her thighs split open to let the dog's licking tongue slip
into her cunt. How the weight of her plump asscheeks added to the sensations around
her pussy! Debbie let out another rushing moan, her spine curling against the bed. Yes,
she was feeling her cuntal muscles clasping onto the animal's tongue just as if it were a
cock! Again that wonderful image raced through her mind as the teen pumped her ass
from side to side.
"Cock," Debbie cried, the word echoing through the room.
She was cumming, cumming hard and fast. The sound of Sport's long hot tongue over
her pussy rushed her along. The slick clicking of his maw against the folds and lumps
of squishy, dark pink cuntflesh made Debbie mad with lust. Then thrilling white-hot
spasms of lust rocked her body. The girl could have stopped herself now even if her
mother had burst into the room and confronted her.
"Cummmmmmmm!"
Her fingers reached in to plow through the mushy heat of her pussy. Sport's tongue
slicked up to her whitened knuckles as the first of the overwhelming spasms rushed
through Debbie's cunt.
"Yaghghghghhhhhh!"
Never had she felt anything like this before in her life! The young blonde teen snapped
her body from left to right on her narrow body, her hair whipping across her lips.
Again and again Debbie cried out, her voice cracked and deep. Somehow Sport
managed to stay with her, straddling her body with his powerful legs while sticking his
tongue in and out of her hot drooling cunthole.
"Ughhhhh... eeaaghghghghgh!"
Again and again the spasms shook her body, fires of a delicious, wonderful hell licking
at her clit. Fire encased her body as she drifted through that wonderful universe of
climax.
When she finally opened her eyes, Debbie found herself stretched out on the bed, her
hands at either side of her body. Her legs were draped fully over the edge of the bed,
the pillow somewhere on the floor. Her flesh clung damply to the wrinkled topsheet
below, the coverlet having long since been kicked to the floor. Sport was nowhere to be
found.
Debbie moaned, smiling weakly. It was so delicious feeling that oddly comforting
warmth encasing her body. She lay there quietly, listening to her breathing, feeling her
excitement gradually ebbing until she could think far more clearly.
"Sport?"
Wearily Debbie raised her body, feeling a little stiff around the shoulders. She had been
thrashing around so much that it was a miracle she hadn't thrown something out of
whack.
"Sport?"
Again she called out his name. Nothing. Then glancing to her right she saw the clock
once more. Five! Mother would be home in any moment. Quickly Debbie pushed her
long blonde hair from her face, looking wildly around her room. It was a mess! Her bra
and sweater were laying on the floor while the bed looked as if an army had tromped
over it. Shaking herself back to reality, the blonde teen rose quickly, stripping the bed
while now and then glancing nervously out the upstairs bedroom window for signs of
her mother's blue Mercedes.
Now Sport had come in, nudging her knees with his cold snout, obviously ready for
another round.
"No, bad dog!"
Debbie slapped down at the probing animal, sliding the coverlet over the new sheets,
then gathering up the old ones and padding her way to the bathroom. A low rumble
from outside announced her mother's car arriving. Debbie panicked. Kicking the dog to
one side, the girl hurried into her room, gathered up her things and rushed back into
the bathroom. It was all she could do to keep the dog from following her into the tiny
room.
"Debbie?"
There was the sound of her mother's voice, followed by the slamming of the front door.
"Upstairs in the bath, Mother," the girl called out breathlessly, hugging her tennis tops
and her bra to her tits.
"Good. You're home. You can help me with dinner when you get out."
She suspected nothing! Debbie sighed, closing her eyes while leaning heavily against the
door. What had she done? Standing there, feeling her cunt glowing with delight, the
young teen thought back to the dog, to the way she had embraced him wholeheartedly
while he fucked her cunt with his tongue. Even now the girl could feel him up against
her, rubbing his tongue around her pussy while his body pressed into hers.
Debbie closed her eyes, shaking her head as if she could shake the thoughts from it.
No, she couldn't think of it now, not with her mother bustling around downstairs
making dinner!
In the kitchen Linda had already put away most of the groceries. It was about the only
thing she had done lately that had any meaning. Stopping for a moment, the attractive
thirty-six-year-old brunette stared out the small kitchen window. It was such a beautiful
day. The sky was a brilliant blue while the garden she had carefully nurtured all these
years was now a riot of bright reds, blues and yellows. Linda sighed. Everything looked
so promising. That was spring, a time of promise, of anticipation. She turned, blinking
the hot tears from her eyes. She had believed that once with all her soul. And when
Brad was alive there seemed to be nothing the two of them couldn't do. But...
Linda drew one finger up to her eyes, wiping the lone tear trickling down her cheek.
Her husband's fatal accident three years ago had changed all her ideas, all her concepts.
The future had suddenly ended with his funeral. There was only the day-to-day drudge
of shopping, cleaning, and seeing that her daughter would grow up decently. Brad had
left her well-off financially. But emotionally...
"Oh Brad!"
No, she wouldn't think of it. Linda shook her head, rolling up her eyes toward the
ceiling and thinking of her daughter Debbie. No, she wouldn't dwell on the past,
making the present miserable for the living. She had a beautiful daughter to care for
and worry after. There was no time for the personal life. That had died in a car years
ago.
"Oh, Sport, you're here for dinner?"
The German shepherd was standing in the kitchen doorway, his head cocked to one
side while his tail stood straight up in the air. Linda smiled. What a handsome animal!
She had bought him for protection two years ago but now Sport had become a part of
the family. Linda finished tucking the groceries away in the overhead cabinets, turning
around once more and patting her thighs with both hands.
"Come here, boy. Oh, you been a good boy while mama was away?" Linda said in a
mock baby tone of voice.
The animal barked, his long pink tongue hanging from one side of his panting mouth.
Quickly he rushed up to the woman, jumping playfully onto her while licking her arm.
Linda smiled more broadly, rubbing her fingers over his fur. Yes, Sport was about the
only thing around here that was decent to her. Even her daughter was drifting away
from her. Linda's smile faded somewhat, her fingers moving more slowly, dreamily
through the dog's fur.
Perhaps if she had had a son he would spend more time with her. Mothers and sons
supposedly had a closer relationship than mothers and daughters, Linda had read that
somewhere. She felt Sport's pointed ears brush up against her wrists and sighed. The
dog began nuzzling her, growling playfully while moving his hindquarters nervously on
the tiled floor. Linda dropped to her knees, pressing her cheeks against the dog's head.
Debbie was becoming frighteningly beautiful. Too beautiful, in Linda's opinion. And
she was becoming independent, too.
Linda couldn't help but feel overly protective. Debbie was all she had in life – that and
this animal nuzzling her tits. Linda felt a little warm, sucking in a deep breath to clear
her lungs. Debbie, again the discomforting thought of her daughter raced through her
head. The girl was thinking about things that embarrassed Linda to death. It was often
hard to answer her questions with anything approaching objectivity. At least she'd been
able to hold her daughter's dates down to three a month. Brad had been wonderful to
her. But Linda knew what men could do – how they could trap a young girl with all
sorts of promises and sweet talk, then leave her hanging high and dry after they
finished... fucking her.
"Fucking..."
Linda started. There came that word again, bubbling up through her lips and making
her feel so oddly strange. Brad was gone. Never would she think of taking another man
to her bed. With Debbie around it was just too complicated and embarrassing, too
awkward. And what would she have even if she could bring herself to date? Some
junior exec on the make, or a poor lonesome husband waiting for a little fast action in
the sack. There were a lot of married men around too, looking for a little strange cunt.
Linda shook her head, looking suddenly into Sport's brown eyes and feeling her heart
contract. These thoughts had to stop. They were leading her nowhere fast.
"Mother?"
Debbie's startled voice nearly made Linda lose her balance and tumble backward. She
pushed Sport away, feeling guilty for some reason – just as if she'd been found out.
Quickly Linda composed herself, straightening her dress while smiling blandly at her
daughter.
"Sport and I were just... playing," Linda said, seeing Debbie's gathering frown. "You
can help with the dinner. I think there's a good movie on the cable tonight. Get the
magazine, will you, Debbie?"
The girl's initial look of startled displeasure at finding her mother playing with the dog
quickly turned to one of boredom. She sighed, padding out the living room, and
retrieved the magazine while keeping clear of Sport's sniffing nose.
"You know, some of the kids are having a party in a few nights... nothing big," Debbie
said, her voice dropping slightly as she flipped idly through the magazine.
Linda stopped for a moment, feeling her spine stiffen. This was going to be another
confrontation with her daughter. She could smell it in the air. "And?" she said.
Debbie glanced up inquisitively, wondering if this was a good moment to pursue her
thought. Good as any, she thought, laying the magazine on the counter and picking up
the lettuce for the salad.
"And, well, I thought I could go. Wendy's folks are the ones throwing it," she added
hastily. "They're going to be there. It's a kind of end of spring party, you know?"
Linda felt Sport tonguing her ankles. She frowned, gently pushing the dog away.
"I don't know," Linda answered slowly, unwrapping some stew meat and spreading it
out in a yellow dog bowl. "I know how some of these parties can get. And the way you
act and dress sometimes, Debbie – "
"What's wrong with it?"
"Well, it's either too tight, or it leaves you exposed."
"Everybody goes around like this. Besides," Debbie went on, "I could go around
wearing no panties and bra." Her eyes narrowed as she watched her mother jump at the
suggestion. "Lots of the girls do that."
"I've had enough of that, young lady. I don't want any sass from you tonight," Linda
snapped.
She bit her lip afterward, sorry she had barked at her daughter. Why did their
conversations always end with sharp words? Debbie tilted her chin up defiantly,
bouncing across the room. She rattled around the kitchen drawer, her pretty little ass
wiggling through the thin white cotton shorts she'd donned earlier in her room. Sport
glanced up from his bowl, smacked his lips, then nuzzled several more red chunks in
the dish.
"I'm sorry, Mother. It's just that you worry too much about me," Debbie added. She
kept far from the feeding beast, eying him warily as she set the table. "Lots of the kids'll
be there and Wendy's mother'll be there," Debbie added, her voice ending the sentence
in a hopeful note.
Linda bit her lower lip. She felt herself losing ground.
"I-I don't know. Maybe you're right. I'm a little on edge this evening. Let me think
about it. I'll talk about it with you tomorrow."
Debbie smiled furtively, certain she could turn her mother around with a little more
effort. She finished the table setting, making sure she kept well away from the large
German shepherd. He was just finishing up his meal, smacking his black rubbery lips.
She watched that tongue – that long red tongue – that had snaked through her pussy
just a little while ago. She could almost feel it now petting her inner cuntlips, touching
her clit. How it had excited her! How it had turned her into a rutting bitch up in her
own bedroom. And how she had twisted under the dog's belly! She had almost let him
do "it." Debbie shivered, rubbing her upper arms briskly.
"Something wrong, dear?"
"Uh, no, nothing," Debbie stammered, embarrassed at being caught.
She continued to help her mother prepare dinner, watching Sport carefully. She could
already see it would be a difficult evening. She'd go to bed early, maybe Debbie would
call Wendy up and talk on the phone. Anything to keep her mind off that dog!
Dinner followed, going rather quickly. Sport had scampered out the back door when
he'd realized Debbie wasn't about to play. Afterward the girl cleared the table, stacking
the dishes in the washer, then scooting up to her room. There was little conversation,
that lack making Linda worry more and more that she and her daughter were drifting
apart. Debbie disappeared up the stairs while her mother walked to the living room.
Linda didn't even bother to say goodnight. She was too afraid of more sharp words.
Perhaps tomorrow things would be better. Sport was back inside the house now, having
tired of his outside games. He trotted lazily to the living room, casting one glance up
the stairs where Debbie had disappeared. Yawning, he curled up around the bottom of
the sofa, resting his head on his big front paws.
"Television – again."
Linda sighed, switching on the set and watching as the black screen gradually
illuminated into a series of pictures. She sat there, watching the action and yet not
really seeing it. Linda thought of her daughter, then thought of her own empty life. A
dim, steady kind of depression settled over her, driving her quickly into a sleep.
Nodding, the attractive blonde slipped off to a fitful sleep. How long she'd been
unconscious, Linda didn't know. But when some time had passed, she awoke with a
terrible start.
"Sport!"
Even in her sleep she had felt something warming her lower belly. Now she could see it
was the dog. Sport had been licking her! His forelegs were braced on either side of her
knees and his head was dipping up and down between her thighs. He had nuzzled her
skirt up, revealing her red panties. The narrow crotch panel was already soaked with
doggie spit.
"No!"
She sat there frozen with horror as the dog licked. Sport was having the time of his life,
dragging his tongue flatly over her thighs, then curling it and sticking it hard against
the crotch panel. He had found her hot spot. Linda shivered, rubbing her spine against
the back of the chair while the dog lapped and lapped against her silken panties.
"Get... get away!"
Rousing herself, Linda began pushing the German shepherd's head from her crotch.
But Sport growled and snapped at the woman. Linda screamed, remembering her
daughter upstairs and doing the best she could to stay quiet. No, she couldn't have
Debbie bouncing down here and catching her with the dog. Not after all those lectures
she'd given her about morality. Linda pulled her hands away from the big dog, curling
her fingers, drawing her nails against the chair's upholstery.
"Please, Sport. Please..."
What had gotten him aroused? she wondered as she felt the tension in her body
building. Oh God, yes, yes, there it was – that pulsing itch she had remembered so well
when Brad had sucked her cunt before fucking her. It was so strange that she should
think of that now as the dog licked her panties. Again Linda tried wriggling her way
from the sofa, and again the dog snapped at her weak escape attempts. The woman
sank back down in the chair, her ass sinking into the soft cushion while slick juices
began flowing from her aroused pussy.
"What's happening to me? Dear God, what's happening?" she whispered as Sport began
to lick her cunt in earnest.


Chapter 3

"Uhhhhhh..."
Linda was rocking her hips, feeling the radiating heat spreading through her. It was
silly, it was ridiculous. She was far too old for this sort of thing. Besides, having a dog
touch you, well, it just wasn't done. And yet there she was, sitting in front of her
droning television, her legs spread, her panties being drenched by her own pet! Turning
her head, Linda cast a glance up the stairs, thanking God her daughter had gone to
sleep.
"God... ohhhh, Sport, what... what are you doing to me?"
Linda peered down, noticing how difficult it had become to breathe. She swallowed
hard, licking her dry lips, her nostrils burning. She tossed her head, shaking the loose
hair from her flushed face. She was starting to enjoy this. The desire to dash from the
room, to leave the animal sitting there, was fading from her. She rubbed her feet against
the rug, feeling the soft blue slippers sliding from her toes. Her knees were trembling,
spreading for the big licking animal.
Sport noticed this, pulling away from her crotch and giving her another loud growl
only this time there was nothing threatening about it. It was the sound of an animal
aroused, an animal in heat, an animal that wants to... to fuck! Linda shivered again,
feeling her flesh crawl. The thought of letting Sport try something different, more
extreme with her, was both frightening and terribly arousing. Linda slid down a little on
the soft sofa cushion, feeling her ass touching the edge of the couch.
"Oh God, Sport, God..."
The German shepherd was pulling back now, dropping his head. In a moment she felt
his teeth nipping at the bottoms of her shorts, tearing at the red material. Linda
instinctively dropped one hand, curling her fingers around the waistband of her panties.
Did she dare? Did she dare go all the way? Again Linda bit her lower lip. Sport was
growling more loudly now. Linda struggled backward on the sofa, her head back, her
heels digging into the carpeting. She tried squirming away from the panting dog.
"No... oh no, this can't be happening," she breathed.
But it was happening. Sport was tearing at her panties. She felt the material stickily peel
away from her puffy outer labes. He was gripping it with his fangs, tearing at it. Linda's
pulse jumped each time she heard the material ripping under the dog's constant
chewing. In a moment she could feel the velvety wetness of her pussy exposed. She felt
the inner, squiggly surfaces of her cunt rubbing together as she wormed harder against
the back of the sofa. Sport tore the remaining shreds of her panties.
"Oh no!"
He was finished. Rearing back for a second, he plunged forward, sticking his cold black
snout under her hot cuntal mound. The contrast in temperatures made the woman
gasp, her eyes and mouth widening. He was whining, wiggling his strong body from
left to right as he moved up higher on the sofa.
"Uhhbhh..."
It was unreal. A nightmare! But there it was, happening to her. She was opening up to
him, letting him touch her all over. She had fallen back against the sofa, letting her
knees fall apart completely. The resulting stretching tension added to the delightful
sensations racing through her pussy. Linda felt Sport's tongue slopping over the tender
flesh of her inner thighs. She was getting so wet, so very, very wet!
"Ohhhhhhh, Sport..."
Images of the dog eating his meal, his sharp fangs tearing at the stew meat flashed
through her mind. His licking brought more and more hot juice seeping from her cunt.
It was a wonderful, lovely friction, his tongue against her pussy. Her knees fell apart
even more. She could hear that slick sound of his tongue against her cuntmeat. Linda
wallowed her back against the sofa, thinking she would die of this pleasure.
"Lick me! Oh yes, that's good, boy, that's sooooo goooood!"
Linda found herself sliding down from the sofa, her ass dangling over the edge of the
cushion. Sport did his best to follow her, edging back.
"Oh yes, boy, yes..."
In another moment Linda found herself on the floor, her skirt wrapped around her
waist. Silken strands of her ripped panties clung to her damp thighs as she lay back,
rubbing her fingers on either side of her swollen cunt. Shame? Pride? Everything had
vanished under the rising heat of her pussy. Linda rocked her ass back and forth,
raising her legs slightly from the floor. She felt the weight of her body press down on
her upper back as she silently invited the dog to lick her pussy some more.
It was so wonderfully wild, so animal-like! Her hands caressed her lower belly, touching
her hot flesh while the dog's tongue laved the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs.
Then he moved his head up a little, licking her fingers and palms. Again the woman let
out another moan, feeling delicious hot feelings scorch her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, Sport, oh you're... you're doing such things to me," she stammered.
Linda began moving more rhythmically now, hunching her ass up, giving the dog more
of her cunt to eat. Sport could see her rising excitement. He began whimpering through
his nose. Now he was licking the very bottom of her ass with his tongue, lapping back
into the tight little split of her ass. Linda felt this change and whimpered as loudly as
the dog.
She wanted him to lick her ass, her legs, her face, her tits. Wallowing around on the
floor, the woman frantically fumbled with her blouse buttons. In a moment she had
taken off the garment along with her bra. Cupping her firm tits, she rocked her ass
back again, begging the dog to lick her all over.
"Oh yes, Sport, yes... oh good God, yes, lick me, touch me all over! Uhhhhhh, that's
good, that's a good doggie!"
The animal obliged her, pushing his head up and drawing his tongue along her heaving
belly. She felt the hot warmth radiate up to her tits. In a moment Sport was sanding his
tongue over her nipples, touching them again and again, pushing them down while
nuzzling her big tits with his maw. A particularly powerful spasm made her cuntal walls
knot up then buckle in. She could almost hear the membranes slapping together,
cinching down on nothingness. Fucking, fucking, that's what she needed more than
anything else. That's what Sport could provide her with now.
His pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack, plastering down the fine silken
hairs against her hot pussy mound. Linda shivered each time his tongue touched her
and her clit burned while her flesh tingled from the excitement. Sport was mouthing
her cunt, his head bobbing up and down between her splayed thighs. Linda cried out
again, dragging her fingers through the dog's fur and wanting him to fuck her all the
more badly.
She was inching her knees back, back until they nearly touched her tits, exposing
herself completely to the big German shepherd. Her cunt pulsed like a festering wound.
The carpeting scratched her back as the woman moved from left to right, her feet
striking Sport's humping back again and again.
"Oh God, God, I want him to fuck me," she cried, hanging on to the dog's fur. "I can't
help it. I just can't help it!"
Linda gasped and babbled to the dog as he raped her with his tongue. She brought her
feet together at the sides of his body, caressing him with her toes. The slick tickle of his
coat against her naked soles made her throw her head to the side. Strings of drool
oozed from her mouth as she moved her ass up and down rapidly now. She twisted
from side to side so she could feel the dog's fangs against her cuntmeat.
"Now, oh now, now, fuck me, fuck me!"
Linda arched her back, giving Sport her clit again. The woman didn't care about
anything anymore. She could die doing this and she would be the happiest woman in
the world!
"Sport... oh yes, Sport..."
Linda was working her ass around in frantic circles, her cunt bobbing up and down.
Her mouth was so dry while her chest tightened even more than before. Sport's licking
seemed to be everywhere at once now. He was tonguing her tits one moment, then
moving back down to her cunt where he squeezed his tongue through her cuntmeat.
How her pussy throbbed and pulsed against his maw. And still she wanted more! Still
Linda wanted to feel a hard cock pushing through her quivering pussymeat.
"Uhhhh... fuck, fuck..."
Linda could feel her cuntal walls spasming. No, she didn't want to cum this way. No,
she wanted to climax with something hard in her pussy. The big muscles in her ass
were cramping while her thighs squeezed up against the big dog's head. Fucking.
Fucking. She had to have his cock in her pussy now!
Would she have the courage, the daring, to roll over and let the dog mount her? Linda
pitched on the floor, bucking her ass hard against Sport's jaws. His teeth were cutting
her deliciously. The sharp tickle brought more babbling groans of pleasure from her
throat.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
Linda scissored her legs tightly around the big dog, hunching up furiously. Then
slowly, gradually she let go, regaining some control of herself.
"Fuck me, Sport, fuck me good and hard," Linda groaned softly.
She pushed the dog away from her pussy, gasping at the hot pulsing itch that took her
breath away. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she bobbed her ass up in the air. How
deliciously sexy it was feeling the heavy pull of her tits against her upper chest. The
aroused rubbery nipples dragged over the carpeting and behind her she could hear
Sport breathing heavily. His raspy panting made her heart stop. Oh, what was taking
him so long? How her cunt ached for the touch of his tongue, for the brush of that
long funnel-shaped cock she'd seen dangling from between his hindlegs!
"Oh, fuck, fuck!"
Her words echoed through the room as Sport sniffed her dribbling cunt tentatively.
Touching her ass again, licking his tongue over the firm, white, fleshy globes, he raised
his left paw and pressed it against her asscrack.
Linda let her head hang down from her jutting shoulderblades. Her long hair curtained
her face, some of the strands clinging to her cheeks as she waited impatiently for the
dog.
"God, Sport, fuck me, fuck... uhhhhh... uhhhhhh!"
The German shepherd obliged her. The animal let out a little yip, then climbed on top
of her. She felt the scratching of paws, the tentative licking once more. Then... and then
he mounted her, his body sliding atop hers.
Linda let a gasp, feeling the warm soft fur covering her back. For an instant her elbows
bowed out, threatening to collapse. She found the strength to straighten her arms,
bobbing her ass around as best she could while the big dog straddled her and fought for
a good fucking position.
"Yes, oh yessss..."
She could feel it! Yes, Linda could feel that hot doggie cock scraping against the backs
of her thighs. The frantic woman blocked everything from her mind except the dog's
cock and the feeling she'd get when he slipped it into her cunt.
"Fuck..."
Another whimpery gasp escaped from her mouth. Sport was holding her tightly around
her chest with his forelegs while moving his hindlegs around for better support. His tail
stood straight up while he nestled his head between her shoulders. Linda let out
another moan, feeling his warm panting breath against the back of her neck. Her belly
sagged slightly to the floor. And then... and then she felt it happening. Yes, it was going
in!
A thrill filled her chest, stealing her breath once more. Sport was driving his ass under,
tucking it sharply in the instinctive movements of fucking. She curled her fingers,
digging them into the carpet so hard her knuckles whitened. Linda's ass moved from
side to side, dipping, plunging. In a second the woman felt something brush against her
crack. It was something very hot, very hard. Yes, a prick!
Linda felt Sport tighten his grip around her once more. There was a second's hesitation
and then he fucked her! She felt it, the red barb of his cockhead penetrating her. She
crawled forward, her breath coming in hard, gaspy pants. Sport stayed with her, driving
his cock in, tucking his ass under a little more. Slowly, gradually, the woman felt his
prick splitting open her cunt. Yes, it was happening. The dog was fucking her, sliding
his boney cock into her pussy. Linda tossed her head around, her hair tangling around
her throat. Again she bobbed her ass, feeling it brush up against the dog's body.
"Yes, Sport, oh yes, that's so good, so very good!"
He slid another inch of his prick in, the tiny bumps and knobs tickling her cunt as if he
were wearing a French tickler. Fucked by a dog! And what a dog! He was drilling his
cock into her, the pointed tip gouging at the seepy, velvety wet lining of her pussy. A
spasm, then another roared through Linda's cunt. She gasped, her eyes widening, her
nostrils flaring. She opened her mouth to scream but only air rushed out. Climax!
Orgasm! All those words flashed through her mind as Sport kept fucking against her
ass.
She was still some distance from her final cum. Linda sighed with relief, backing up
against the dog. How delicious it was having the dog on top of her, his fur warming
her. She jerked her body from left to right, her big tits rocking against the carpeting.
How good it was having her nipples sliding over the piling. Ideally she would have
enjoyed Sport licking her tits while fucking her. That would be impossible, she thought.
But now why should she complain? Her cunt was filled, stretched itchily by the dog's
pointed prick. He was fucking her now, his narrow, muscular ass pumping up and
down. She could feel the gentle slapping of the tiny furry balls against her ass. Linda
responded with fucking movements of her own, moving her body from left to right
while dipping her ass again.
"Oh yes, Sport, you're making Linda uhhhh... making her very, very happy!"
Another hot flash seared through her cunt, scorching her clit. Showers of sexual
electricity sparked through her pussy as she rocketed toward a climax. Linda thought
she was losing her mind. Juice seeped from her cunthole, wetting down her tensing
thighs and the carpeting below her knees. All she could think about, all she could feel
was centered around that fucking doggie cock. Her tits swung forward with each hard
fucking blow! His growling made her shiver. She could tell he was close, nearly as close
as she was. Hot, shivery thrills raced through her pussy as she teetered on the brink of
climax, the first one with a cock in her cunt in so long!
Linda felt herself only a second away from madness. Then that second had passed. She
was crazy, gone completely mad with yelping fits of delight as the final wild flames of
orgasm engulfed her. A core of white-hot joy burned through her cunt. It was Sport's
knobby cock fucking her so beautifully! The dog was licking the back of her neck,
howling and growling while dumping his load of spunk into her cunt. His cum was
burning like acid into her pussywalls. It was all so mad, so crazy! With another wail
Linda felt herself whirling into a world she hadn't visited since her husband died.
When she finally came to, the woman found herself stretched on the floor, her arms in
front of her, her legs tangled together. There was a hot, wet sensation seeping from
between her legs. Sport's jizz. Yes, her cunt was wet with it. As she stirred from the
floor, Linda could feel it against her pussy. The dog! Pulling herself up from the floor,
she looked around. He must have gone to the kitchen.
Pushing the long hair from her face, Linda found herself smiling. She'd fucked a dog
and loved every second of it! Sitting up, stretching out her hands for her bra and
blouse, Linda thought of all the times Sport had nosed her ankles and she had ignored
it. Funny, she hadn't thought about fucking him then. Something must have snapped
inside her, something that didn't care if Sport was a dog or not.
Glancing a little nervously up the stairs, Linda was glad to see her daughter hadn't been
roused by her groans and cries. Linda knew she'd have to be much more careful if she
ever did this again.
Again? The thought made her a little dizzy. Later, she'd think about this, later after
she'd had some sleep. Switching off the television, Linda hobbled up the stairs to bed,
wondering where all this would take her.


Chapter 4

Two days had passed. Debbie's good friend Wendy was over, giggling about the boys
who were going to be at the party and what they were going to do. She stretched herself
out on Debbie's narrow bed, her ass jiggling under the thin red bottoms of her bikini. It
was very hot today. Even her mother had resigned herself to the heat and had worn a
surprisingly revealing outfit outside as she gardened.
"And that dopey Jack Hennessey's going to he there," Wendy said after a moment's
pause. She was smoothing her fingers over her lower arms, admiring her white flesh.
"What's wrong with him?" Debbie asked, a tingle in her cunt making her clit wriggle at
the mention of a boy's name.
Debbie had more than once thought about calling the dog to her room. One night
she'd even stood in the hall, hoping Sport would come trotting down and see her. But
nothing happened and she had retired, finger-fucking herself off, still not getting the
thrill she'd had when the big German shepherd had licked her into such a wonderful
cum.
"Oh, he's... he's just kinda retarded," Wendy retorted, smiling sexily at her friend.
Wendy was so free, so uninhibited. Debbie envied her sometimes. Her parents let her
do about anything and didn't complain. "Does he scare you or something?"
"No... well, kind of. All boys scare me," Debbie admitted shamefully, her cheeks flushed
with excitement and embarrassment.
"That's because you don't have any experience," Wendy said airily, rolling onto her ass
and sliding her fingers slowly over her naked belly.
Debbie watched dreamily, thinking once more of the dog. She could tell her friend
about that. But the words stuck to the back of her throat. Silently Debbie watched as
Wendy circled her sunken navel with the tip of one finger, rubbing the backs of her
legs against the bedspread.
"You have to get a guy to... you know, fuck you or something."
"Wendy!"
Debbie eyed the open doorway nervously. All her mother would have to hear is Wendy
spouting off about fucking and she wouldn't have any friends visiting her!
"My mother! She'd kill me if she heard you talking that way," Debbie whispered
urgently.
"Oh..."
Wendy looked bored, propping her head with her hands and staring at her friend.
"I'll bet your mother's making it on the side and you don't even know about it."
"What?"
Debbie almost burst out laughing. Her mother? Fucking? The thought rarely came to
her. She shook her head, climbing onto the bed next to her friend. She too was wearing
a tiny bikini. It was terribly exciting just wearing it, even though only her friend Wendy
Urban could see her in it now.
"One thing about Jack," Wendy said after a moment's pause, "he knows how to fuck.
We did it once... just once." Wendy pointed a warning finger at the open-mouthed
Debbie. "And oh, he knew what to do!" She went on dreamily. "He took down my
panties and started kissing my tummy, fingering me till I thought I was gonna scream.
He licked my cunt until I came three times. When he finally fucked me I was limp."
"Wendy!"
"Well, he did, whether you like it or not," she sniffed, shrugging her shoulders. "That's
what you need – you and your mother both."
Again Debbie wanted to say something about the dog, but she bit her lip and kept
quiet.
"And I don't give it away," Wendy added, looking through slitted eyes at her friend. "I
mean, I'm not some kind of slut, or something. It's just kind of normal for a guy and a
girl to, you know, fuck."
"I don't know," Debbie said.
Her heart was beating so fast now as she thought about fucking. Could she let a guy
handle her like that? The thought made her cheeks redden more and more. She felt the
silken patch of her bikini bottom pressing hotly against her pussy. It was then she
realized just how excited she was. The material was wet, damp with her own juices.
Debbie squirmed up on the bed, hoping her friend wouldn't notice.
"You could do it tonight. Your mom won't be there and my mom's easy to get rid of,"
Wendy said, winking at her.
"I don't... oh, it sounds so weird," Debbie said, looking at the door. For some reason all
Debbie could think of now was the dog's red and glistening prick. She shuddered and
rubbed her arms.
"It's not the end of the world, no matter what your mom told you," Wendy said,
putting one arm around her friend's shoulder. "And I'll bet you could drive some guy
wild if you played your cards right."
"Maybe. Oh!"
Debbie nearly jumped from the bed. As it was, she reared back, her head striking
Wendy's face.
"Ow! What's gotten into you? It's only your dog."
"Yes, but... but he's been acting real strange lately and... and I don't like him up here in
my bedroom. My mother..."
"Oh, she's downstairs playing with her flowers. Come up here, boy, come here and be
friendly," Wendy said, throwing back her head and laughing as Sport bounded up on
the bed and began licking Wendy's face.
"Wendy, I don't think you should be doing that," Debbie said warily, glancing at the
dog's ass. At any time he could start doing something that would be difficult to explain
to her good friend.
"What's he gonna do, tear out my throat?" Wendy shot back.
"No, of course not. But... but I'd better get him out of the room."
"Hey, what's going on?"
He was starting to do it! Debbie nearly died, sliding off the bed and stretching out one
hand for the door. Sport had pushed Wendy down to the bed, flattening her against the
mattress while crawling on top of her. He was licking her tits now, wetting down the
material until her stiff nipples were plainly visible through the bikini tops.
"Sport!"
"He's crazy!"
"Sport, you come down from there," Debbie said, trying to make her voice as hard and
threatening as she possibly could.
"He's... oh God!"
Wendy had a look of near-panic in her face as she squirmed up on the bed away from
the big German shepherd. Sport followed her, dropping his head and opening his jaws.
Debbie looked on helplessly as he closed his fangs around Wendy's right ankle,
tonguing her at the same time. The brunette kicked back with her free leg, searching
around behind her for a pillow to throw at the dog.
"Call him off, Debbie. Call him off!" Wendy pleaded.
"I can't... I can't. He does that all the time. He'd bite me or something if I tried to pull
him away!"
"Oh, stop... ohhhh!"
Wendy's cocky tone had been replaced by one of real fear as she eyed the dog. Sport
was enjoying himself immensely, biting her ankle teasingly, then sliding up to mouth
her soft calves. She kicked back, striking him more than once in the face. Rearing back,
Sport barked, his powerful muscular body blocking her escape. Debbie instinctively
closed the door, knowing this would end somehow to her favor.
"Debbie..."
Sport was breathing hard now, licking her legs, then sliding his body up to her pussy.
Wendy's eyes were wider than ever, her mouth opened as she watched the dog's
progress up her body. When she tried to move away, he growled in a low, menacing
voice. It was all she could do not to scream.
"Debbie, what's he going to do to me? Debbie, what's going on?"
"Oh, Wendy..."
The blonde teen stood there by the door, one hand to her lips. She couldn't believe it.
Her secret would be out in a second. Wendy lay there, her brown hair tangled around
her throat as Sport stopped by her crotch. Eying her, the German shepherd dropped his
maw to her bikini bottoms and started licking them.
Immediately the girl's legs shot apart, her back striking the headboard while her head
snapped to one side. She let out a muffled groan, her fingers spreading out against the
dog's head.
"No, oh no! Oh my God."
Wendy looked at her friend. Confusion, fear and excitement were all there in her eyes
as the dog licked and lapped against her bikini bottoms.
"Wendy, I can't help it," Debbie confessed, her eyes wide as her friend stared accusingly
at her. "He... he just does these kind of things with me and... and, oh, I don't know."
The dog had grown bolder, taking Wendy's bikini bottoms in his front teeth and
pulling at them. The girl screamed, beating her fists against the German shepherd's
proud head. Nothing stopped him. Growling, throwing his head around, Sport pulled
the material back until the thin straps holding the front and back patch together
snapped. Her cunt was naked, exposed to the big dog!
"No!"
Crying out, the girl snapped her hands over her pussy, scooting back and digging her
heels into the mattress. But Sport wouldn't be put off. He nuzzled his snout between
her fingers, licking down into the cuntal crack.
Debbie nearly fainted from embarrassment. She could only imagine the stories that
would be floating around school. But then something odd happened. Opening her eyes,
she saw her friend's face. Wendy's expression wasn't one of horror and fear anymore.
No, she was almost smiling, her hands falling away from her pussy while the big animal
fed at her cunt!
And her moans! There was no fear in them. Slowly, gradually, the brunette teen began
to turn on to Sport's licking. Debbie sighed with relief, dropping her hands to her sides
and watching as the big animal fed.
"Is it good?"
"Oh, oh, it's... it's just like having a guy doing it to you. But... don't have to worry
about him saying dumb things."
Debbie locked the door, tiptoeing to the window and drawing the curtains. Casting a
quick glance below, she saw her mother digging around in the garden. Debbie smiled.
If only Linda knew what was going on upstairs! She'd really freak.
But then again her mother didn't know much about what was happening around here
at all. Turning, she watched as Wendy scooted down on the bed, her legs spreading for
the licking animal. Reaching up, Debbie unsnapped her halter top, feeling the two
patches of material slipping away from her aroused tit tips. How good it felt having her
tits sliding down onto her chest. Slipping her hands under the thin patch covering her
pussy, the young blonde teen pushed the bottoms down past her knees and ankles.
Debbie barely made it to the bed. Sport pulled up from Wendy's darkened bikini
bottom, turning around and licking her tummy. Debbie sighed, her hands wrapped
around his head. She guided him upward after scooting next to her panting friend.
While she let the dog lick her all over, Wendy moved up, slipping her bathing suit from
her body. In a moment both teenagers were naked, their cunts hot, pulsing, waiting for
the animal to lick them.
"This is really freaky," Wendy panted, looking glaze-eyed at her friend. "And I thought
you didn't know anything about this kinda thing."
Sport's pink tongue was soooo hot, soooo rough, and soooo good!
"Here, boy, here, come up to me and have some fun," Wendy cried, spreading her legs
and clapping her hands lightly between them.
Wendy rolled onto her belly, laughing lightly as the handsome animal pulled away
from Debbie and bobbed his head around her ass. The blonde lay quietly on the bed,
watching with a wan smile as her friend excited the dog with her cries and moves.
"Uhhhhhh, oh, it's so good, so very good. This is unreal, Debbie."
"I know. Wait till he sticks his tongue into you. Oh wow, it really drives me crazy when
he licks me inside like that."
"In-inside?"
Debbie nodded, biting her lip as she watched the dog licking his tongue down her
friend's back. Wendy raised her ass slowly, wagging it for the animal. Sport pulled back,
watching, cocking his head to one side as the brunette pulled herself off the bed as if
she wanted him to fuck her. Debbie shook her head wildly from side to side. No, she
couldn't think of things like that. It just wasn't right, just wasn't correct for her to think
of fucking – with a dog.
"Oh!"
Sport must have touched a sensitive trigger in Wendy's cunt. The girl's elbows went
out, her body thudding to the mattress. Her face was red and pinched while she made
hard, fucking movements against the bed. Debbie flushed. It was a little shocking to see
her friend turning on that way, her legs tensing, relaxing, then tensing again, her hips
thudding hot and heavy against the rocking bed. Wendy was fucking, fucking her
fingers, it seemed, while the big dog licked his tongue up and down her white, shivering
ass. There was no question Wendy was turning onto Sport. Debbie obviously wouldn't
have to worry about her friend squealing on her to all her friends at school.
While Wendy wriggled and squirmed on the bed, Debbie lay back, her thighs pushed
widely apart, her cunt swollen open with excitement. Parting her legs for his pointed
muzzle, she felt her inner cuntlips stickily peel back, revealing more of her virginal
cuntmeat for the hot animal.
"Sport... oh... ohhhhhh!"
The German shepherd lost no time in getting down to business. He was growling, that
soft, smothered growl of lust she had heard before when he had licked her. Opening
her eyes, the girl saw that dark red spear of cockmeat slipping from its furry sheath. He
was hard, hard and excited. Again the thought of having his cock sawing in and out of
her, the bumpy knobs tickling her cuntmeat, rushed through her mind. But how could
she ever face herself in the morning, knowing she'd let a dog fuck her? It would be like
having some incredibly filthy joke come true.
Wallowing her shoulders against the headboard, dragging the backs of her legs against
the mattress, the girl shuddered. Then his tongue dragged up her cuntlips touching her
clit, making her babble with excitement. Tossing her head from side to side, Debbie
moved her hands until she was holding his head. She held him down, watching the dog
lick her cunt. His tongue rubbed her flooding cuntmeat up and down.
"Ughughughgghhh... oh yes, yes, fuck me with that tongue, Sport..."
Debbie was going wild. She watched her clit forced down by his tongue while his maw
fucked in and out of her cunt. The dog moved up, wagging his hips from side to side.
Even more of his red doggie prick slithered out. Debbie saw this and groaned, feeling
her cunthairs cling together in wet little curls along the edges of her labes. She was
sitting now with her legs partially crossed, making herself completely open to the dog's
constant licking. Sport slurped upward through the slippery, flooding length of her
cuntal crack.
"Ohhhh, it's so good, so gooooood," Debbie crooned. "Wendy, you should get up and
let Sport lick you off like this."
"Oh, I will, I will... I'm gonna let 'im do more than that too."
Debbie half-heard her friend as she threw her ass around. The dog was watching her
thighs. The moment her tendons bulged out, he closed his fangs down on the ridged
muscle. The effect was electric. Debbie fell back on the bed, sliding down, throwing her
cunt around in frantic circles. She was whimpering for the dog to eat her again and
again.
Sport obliged, jumping forward and slipping his tongue into her hot, drooling cunthole.
He was humping his ass up and down, nipping and licking her pussy. Debbie could feel
the shaking of his shoulders and back. The subtle, erotic moves added to her fever.
"Yes, Sport, yesssssss!"
Debbie whipped her legs against the bed, hugging the dog with all her might. The keen
hurt building between her thighs was taking over all thought, all feeling. Once more
she was going to cum with the dog. And it was going to be so good, sooooo good.


Chapter 5

Debbie thought the world was crashing down around her. The dog was growling
loudly, closing his jaws down around her pussyflesh. Debbie groaned, beating her fists
against the mattress. She could feel his teeth sinking deeper and deeper as he watched
her reaction. Debbie saw it, this show of his uncanny intelligence. It made the girl go
dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted. It wasn't an accident.
When the pain became sharp, the animal let out a small yip, wiggling his nose deep
into her cuntal pit. The rough wetness of his nose excited her more and more. He was
purposely concentrating on that little nub, tickling it with his tongue. He knew it was
making her wild, making her want to fuck, to do things she had only dreamed of.
"Uhhhhhhhh..."
His tongue drove around and around the squiggle of that tiny trigger. After another
second or two the girl lost any desire to stop her rushing climax. No, she wanted it all,
wanted to feel the roof crashing down around her.
A hot knife seemed to skewer through her pussy. Debbie thrashed and writhed,
bucking her cunt against the dog's muzzle. He was licking her all over, concentrating
on her belly, then sliding up to her tits. She was stalled in her climax, feeling her body
hovering deliciously between the peaks of two waves.
Desperately Debbie clutched at the growling animal, shoving his snout deep into her
cunt, feeling the bristly short hairs around his muzzle tickling her pussymeat. Her hips
moved up and down in fucking movements, the bed groaning and squeaking. With
another howl of delight the girl pressed herself up to him, opening her thighs until she
felt the muscles in her pert ass cramp.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Now! Now! She could feel the sharp edge of her joy peaking, cutting through the haze
that had settled over her brain. She was going to cum and that climax would shatter her
mind. Debbie jerked and bucked like a speared fish.
"Ohhhhhh, cumming, I'm gonna... gonna cum... right now!"
"Wow!"
Wendy sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide as she watched her friend. Debbie
rolled halfway over on one side, her legs kicking outward and up. The dog stayed with
her, his tongue sticking in and slipping back and forth. The girl spasmed, convulsing
around her tender cunt. She rolled around and around in a fever that hurt her as much
as pleased her. Sport kept with her pussy, gouging and lapping and driving his hot
snout into the mouth of her cumming cunt. Debbie cried out, curling into a fetal
position. The dog wedged himself strongly between her thighs. She cried out a third
time, scraping her nails over his furry back. She scratched him hard, digging her
fingernails into his thick coat, pulling out some of the fur. The dog writhed his narrow
ass. His paws were wide set on the bed as he kept her cuntlips open to him.
Debbie bucked backward, rolling on the bed. Again and again she dragged in air to feed
her squirming body. Her cum seemed to go on for ages. The animal's tongue slipped
into her pussy, patting her clit, making her feel oh so very, very good and hot. When it
was over, the young blonde rolled onto her ass, drawing her hands slowly over her
thighs.
"It was so good, Sport. Oh, Wendy, he made me feel so good!"
"I want to feel that good too."
Debbie scooted over, every movement an effort as that wonderful, comforting glow
settled over her body. She watched as her good friend embraced the animal, throwing
her arms around him.
"Debbie was good. But I'll bet I'm better," she said, spreading her legs farther apart
while resting her head against the pillow.
Debbie rolled her head around, watching dreamy-eyed as Wendy let the dog feast on
her cunt. The girl's face reflected the excitement coursing through her young, lithe
body. Sport had calmed down somewhat. Slowly he dragged his tongue up the inside of
her right thigh, stopping just short of her brown cunthairs, then wetting down her left
thigh. Wendy was going wild, hunching down, trying to get him to touch her clit.
"Oh, he's teasing me, Debbie. He's teasing me and making me feel... ohhhhhh! It's so
good, so damned good!"
Debbie agreed, watching as Wendy moved her ass. Her legs snaked around the bed
while her curling brown hair splashed over the pillow tangling wetly over her lips.
"He's gonna fuck me, Debbie. Oh yeah, yeah," Wendy said, licking her dry lips. "I'm
gonna let 'im fuck me. You gonna stick that thing into me, doggie?"
"Oh, Wendy, don't... it's too weird, it's too... I dunno... just wrong," Debbie said, her
voice reflecting the excitement she felt the moment her friend made that statement.
She was going to watch her friend, her very best friend, get fucked by an animal. It was
crazy, wild! Wendy was rolling around on the mattress, her knees hugging the big
beast. Sport realized she wanted something more than a tongue, something more than
the licking he had given Debbie. He growled, twisting his handsome head around, his
ears flattening down, his eyes glistening with lust.
"Fuck me, Sport... oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me good."
Wendy's ass looked so white, so firm, so round bouncing up and down like that in the
air. The girl's face was red and pinched while a dreamy smile crossed her lips.
"Do it, Sport, do it!" Wendy encouraged, shaking the rest of the glow from her mind.
"Oh, I can hardly wait, I can... uhhh!"
Wendy wobbled a little, her eyes widening as the big dog slipped on top of her. She
shivered a little, her spine bowing down toward the bed while her elbows bent a little
more. Straightening her body, the young teen stared wildly at her friend, her lips
moving silently. Debbie could hear Wendy breathing, her breaths mixing with Sport's
as the German shepherd slipped farther onto the girl's body.
"It's so weird. It's... it's like nothing I've ever felt before in my life!" Wendy panted, her
fingers scratching and clawing at the mattress.
The girl bobbed her head up and down, her curly blonde hair bouncing around her
flushed cheeks while Sport nuzzled down against her body. Debbie panted heavily,
feeling her cunt squeezing shut again. The heat was returning to her pussy as she
watched her best friend being covered by her pet. Sport slipped his forelegs around
Wendy's shoulders, gripping her around the upper chest while his hindlegs braced up
against the backs of her thighs. The girl was making strange grunting sounds, still
bobbing her ass from left to right while moaning for the dog to fuck her.
"Yesssss..."
He was doing it! Debbie could tell. She could tell from the way Wendy was panting,
from the way she was groaning at the animal, begging him to... to fuck her! Sport
moved his head around, staring right into Debbie's eyes as if to tease her for being too
afraid.
Debbie turned away, swallowing hard. Another sharp cry from Wendy made her jerk
her head around. The girl was crying out, snapping her head back.
"He's doing it! Oh, I can feel it! He's sticking it in my cunt, and it feels sooo good!"
It was happening too quickly for Debbie. The girl blinked, watching as Sport began
humping his ass up and down, up and down. There was a steady fucking, sucking
sound – a sound that reminded her of a stick being pulled from a pool of mud. Wendy
was backing down against the dog, her face a mask of lust, her body covered with dog
fur while the prick fucked her again and again.
"I... ohhhhhh yes, yes, yes," Wendy cried.
"Oh, he wants you bad – real bad," Debbie cried, wishing she could trade places with
her friend.
"Yeah... real... uhhhhh..." Debbie heard the slick sounds of his knobby hard-on
trenching out Wendy's cunthole. The young brunette was spinning out of control now,
humping and wriggling and bucking against the fucking animal. There was a moment
when Debbie thought her friend would surely topple over the bed. Then Sport stiffened,
his body freezing for a second while his tail stood straight out. He made a sharp,
whining sound, the whimpering quickly turning into a growl.
"He's doing it... oh yeah, he's cumming inside me!" Wendy cried excitedly, wagging her
ass frantically.
"Can you feel it?"
"Oh yeah, yeah! It's so freaky... and uhhhh... it's makin' me real hot and... oh God,
Deb... gonna cum, gonna... wawwhwhwhwhhhh!"
Wendy knocked her forehead against the headboard, her hands flying out from under
her. She fell forward, her face pressed against the pillow while her ass stood straight up
in the air. The dog held on, his body tilted forward, his prick driving in and out, in and
out. Finally the growling stopped, Sport having finished dumping his load of spunk in
her pussy. He slid off her body, jumping from the bed and curling around one side,
licking his shrinking cock. Wendy let her ass sink down, the animal's white cum
seeping from her cuntslit.
"Ummmmmm... that was good, real good, Debbie. I gotta come over here more."
Debbie nodded peering down at the big dog curled on the floor. She watched his furry
head bob up and down while his tongue slithered over his red cock. How odd! His
prick had been so long, so thick, so threatening before. And now Sport's cock was just a
shrunken little thing, creeping back into the dark gray furry sheath between his
hindlegs. The German shepherd was arching his back so he could lick his balls. Debbie
felt a little spaced, a little creepy.
"My name's Debbie," she whispered, closing her eyes as another subtle rush of delight
tightened her pussy. She'd have the courage to let Sport do that to her next time. Oh
yes! She'd liked watching Wendy freak out with the dog and she wanted to feel the
same thing. Biting her lower lip, Debbie felt her thin lips curling into a smile. Yes, she'd
do it next time.
"I'd better go downstairs and find out what's going on with mother. I don't want her
getting suspicious about us," Debbie told Wendy.
"Mmmmmmmmm."
Debbie draped her skirt over her shoulders, letting it fall down around her waist. She
buckled her sandals, grabbing a lacy halter and slipping it over her tits. The girl cast a
look at her bathing suit. It lay there on the floor next to Wendy's, soaked with doggie
spit. She shuddered again.
"Get dressed as soon as you can. We've got that party at your place, remember?"
"Mmmmmmm..."
Stepping over Sport, Debbie unlocked the door, stepping into the coolness of the hall.
The juicy heat in her cunt was already making her feel a little shaky. How could she
still feel so aroused, especially after just having cum so hard with that marvelous dog?
Rushing down the stairs, Debbie met her mother coming in from the garden. Linda
looked a little flushed. She was taking off her long green rubber gloves.
"You girls shouldn't run off like that up to your room. It's such a beautiful day and I
could've used some help gardening."
"It's all right, Mom. And besides, I don't like working with all those plants. I kill 'em,"
Debbie said hastily, blocking the stairs and hoping Wendy would hear the conversation.
She had to get some clothes on or her mother would freak!
"What were you girls doing anyway? You've been up there for some time."
"Talking." Debbie hurried on by. "Just girl-talking."
"About that party tonight, dear..."
But Debbie had already rushed out the door. Behind her Wendy came sleepily down
the stairs, her arms stretched over her head, a dreamy smile on her lips. Linda stared at
the girl and frowned. There was something about Wendy she just didn't care for. It was
a kind of defiance, a look that made her feel so – inferior. And to a teenager!
"Your mother's going to be there tonight, Wendy?" Linda said, trying to keep an even
tone of voice as the girl brushed by.
"Uh-huh. Did Debbie go by here?"
She walked by a little unsteadily, her face flushed, her eyes a little glazed. It was almost
as if Wendy had been – fucked. Linda trembled. That was silly. There was no one up
here who could do that. Shaking off the idea, the attractive blonde went into the
kitchen, trying to calm her fears about the party her daughter was going to this
evening.
The day went by quickly. Linda sighed with some relief when Wendy finally went home
to dress for the party. Debbie had become suddenly attentive, scurrying about the
house, cleaning and otherwise helping her mother while talking incessantly about
nothing. She's trying to make something up to me, Linda said to herself. But what?
Once Sport trotted by, brushing up against Linda's right calf, making her cunt spasm as
she flushed in guilt.
The woman flashed a quick glance up to make sure Debbie hadn't seen a thing. Thank
God she was in another room. Perhaps it was good her daughter was going to that
party this evening. It would give her time to sort out the jumble of thoughts and vague
guilts that had been circling around and around in her head ever since she'd let the dog
fuck her.
By seven-thirty Debbie had left, promising she would be home at eleven-thirty sharp.
Turning around from the living room door Debbie had just shut, Linda stared at the
empty living room. Sighing, she rubbed her damp palms on her shorts, closing her eyes
and pursing her lips. Couldn't she control her emotions? She was a mature woman.
Even her teenage daughter appeared to have a better grip on her feelings than she did.
And yet – and yet there was Sport, stretched in front of the television, a brown rubbery
bone trapped under one of his paws as he chewed playfully on the thing. Linda listened
to the smacking sounds, watching the teeth sink into the soft material.
Turning around again, she checked the sidewalk outside. Empty. Debbie had
disappeared from view. Good. She walked to the sofa, her knees shaking from the
gathering tension, and sat down. Linda sighed loudly, her soft groan catching Sport's
ear. She watched as he stopped his chewing, raising his head and looking at her.
"Ohhhh, Sport..."
Linda rubbed her fingers lightly along her inner thighs, smiling down at the handsome
young animal. She let her legs fall apart just enough so the briefs were tight against her
cunt. She was sure that Sport could see the soft curves of her hot pussy. She felt so very
moist down there – wet and glowing. Sport's eyes were on her, glowing with the same
kind of lust that burned through her body. The big dog rose from the floor and moved
toward her, his tail wagging excitedly. Linda flinched as he bumped her knees with his
cold nose. She felt a mixture of want and shame and incredible excitement scorch her
veins.
"Ohhhh, Sport..."
The animal wagged his tail again, looking up hopefully. He wasn't showing any
particular forcefulness as he had the other night. Sighing again, Linda slipped two
fingers under the waistband of her briefs, unbuttoning them and sliding the shorts
down past her knees and over her ankles. Naked, she was naked again, her ass sinking
into the soft cushions.
"Your tongue, Sport..."
Again the animal seemed to understand. He moved toward her, letting his tongue wet
her cunt. Linda's face slackened, her knees drawing together slightly as she rubbed her
naked ass against the cushions.
"Oh hhhh, that's so good, doggie, so good. Touch me some more, Sport."
Linda closed her eyes, digging her fingernails into the soft couch material while
scooting her ass a little forward. She slipped her feet from her sandals, breathing heavily
as the dog began eating out her cunt. He was different this evening – more gentle,
almost... almost human! That thought made her open her eyes. What a silly idea! And
yet the way he was licking through her cunthairs made Linda feel as if a man were
there wedged between her shivering legs.
"Uhhhhh... oh God! That's sooooo good, Sport. That's it, that's it boy. Lick Linda. Lick
Linda good with your wonderful pink tongue."
The dog whined with her approval, letting his tongue wet her a little higher. He was
right up against the couch now, his front paws braced on the leading edge of the
cushion while his head dipped down to her pussy. Feverish tingles swept through her
belly, making the muscles tighten and cramp with arousal. Sport pulled back a little,
sniffing at the puffy, dark pink cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue pressed against the
jagged closed cuntslit once more, Linda made a tiny crying noise in her throat. She held
more tightly onto the arm rests of the couch, sure she would fly from the seat and slam
into the ceiling. Oh, this was so marvelous, so good! How could she have possibly had
any doubts?


Chapter 6

Sport moved around a little more to get a better angle. Now Linda could feel the long,
hot/wet sweep of his licking across the underside of her cunt. She cried again, her face a
twisted mask of desire. Her feet danced on the carpeting while she slid farther forward
on the sofa. She was nearly lying flat, her legs braced out in front of her with the dog
wedged tightly between her thighs. A new flood of hot, sticky juice coated her cuntlips.
Peering down, Linda saw Sport's red cock slipping out from his furry sheath once more.
She shuddered. It dangled wetly under his belly, bobbing around as he worked his
muzzle around her steamy cuntal folds.
"Ohhhhh!"
Her knees jerked up, her body twisting slightly to the left as she gripped the sofa for
dear life. Oh! Oh! Oh! The wet sloppy touch of the dog's tongue between her splayed
thighs was too much to stand! Mindlessly Linda began moving her hips up and down.
The dog's tongue was laving her, slipping in and out of her cunthole, sopping up the
juice that oozed freely from her slick lining.
"Good dog, good..."
Linda spread her thighs as widely apart as she could, her body shaking with lust. She
could feel the animal's spit drenching her soaked cuntlips, the saliva dripping down into
her asscrack. The dog was going wild he lurched forward, eating her cunt ravenously.
His snout slid in and up, forcing her inner cunt labes apart. He was stretching the
mouth of her pussy, sliding in his nose. Oh, she had wanted this, wanted it badly all
day!
Sport growled, letting his fangs nip along the swollen outer labes of her cunt. The
feeling made Linda wallow her shoulderblades against the back of the couch. Growling
back, Linda ground her ass up for more. Sport was grunting and shoving, his neck hairs
bristling with excitement. It was the same kind of excitement driving Linda near the
edge of her desire.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
Flames of excitement lapped and licked along her inner thighs. The sensitive places
between her toes tingled as she gasped at the dog, throwing her head back. She couldn't
just be satisfied by that tonguing. No, she needed something hard and hot in her pussy.
Linda knew she'd slip again and let the animal mount her. She dug her knees against
the dog's muscled, furred sides, feeling her brain shatter into a billion brightly colored
pieces.
"Huhhhrrr!"
Linda's body was responding fast to the sloppy, hurried friction against her squirmy
cunt. That was all she could take. With a muffled groan Linda found herself slipping off
the sofa, her arms and legs useless for the moment as spasms passed through her pussy.
"Ohhhh... uhhh... oh Sport, fuck me, fuck Linda. Linda needs your cock. Oh yes, she
needs to get fucked hard!"
It was going to happen again! She found herself on her hands and knees, her big tits
swinging lustfully in her halter. There was no time, no energy for her to slip off her top.
She pranced her ass for his cock, hearing Sport whining through his cold little nose.
And then...
"Ohhhhhhh, yesssssss!"
His tongue entered her pussy once more, forcing the hot, slick swollen cuntmeat wide
apart so he could suck out more of her juices. He rolled and licked around the sensitive
ring of her cuntal muscles and Linda felt them harden and convulse around the dog's
muzzle. How good that hot tongue felt as it sunk down deep into her body!
Again the woman pranced her ass around in circles, jerking it up and down to inflame
the dog's lust. The trick worked. She had wanted to have him on top of her. Sport
obliged, putting one paw on her ass for the moment, then sliding quickly on top.
"Ohhhh yesss, yesssss!"
There had been that paradise of hot, spitty friction. Now she could feel his doggie cock
pressing against the back of her right thigh. She plunged her ass up and down, writhing
with the dog settling on top of her. The anticipation of getting fucked by the dog
choked off her breath while stunning spasms tore through her body.
"Fuck... fuck, oh God, fuck me, fuck me hard and fast, doggie! Do it to me hard,
Sport!"
The German shepherd was gripping Linda hard, his paws sliding along her sides, his
claws leaving long red marks along her ribs. The blonde gasped hard, then held her
breath, feeling the pointed tip of his cockrod inching closer to her pussyslit. In a
moment he'd be fucking her! She could feel every nerve-ending in her pussy straining,
yearning for his cock. Her fingers curled into the piling of the carpet, the knuckles
whitening.
Something was wrong! Something was terribly, terribly wrong! Sport had become too
anxious, slipping somewhat behind her and sticking his cock rod into her asshole!
Linda's jaw slackened, her eyes bulging out while the blood left her flushed cheeks.
Beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead as she jerked her head from left to right. She
tried to scoot out from under the animal, jolts of hot pain shooting through her asshole
and into her clit. But Sport was growling hard, still holding onto her and trying to slip
his prick into her asshole.
"No, oh no, don't... ughhhh... take it out! Take it out!"
Again Linda tried to roll over. The animal kept her in balance, however, his cock
splitting her ass inch by mind-splintering inch! She sucked in air with a wheezing gasp,
hot tears springing to her eyes. Fucked in the ass! And by a dog!
"Owwwww!"
Linda screamed loudly once more, her head snapping from side to side while her long
blonde hair whipped across her fingers. Sport was confused, pressing harder against her
back, his groin shoving down hard against her ass. The woman felt more pain as the
dog pressed forward. Sport had managed to squeeze most of his cock into her ass, his
hind legs padding unsteadily behind her. Sport started pulling back, the reversed
tugging action acting like a vacuum sucking at her bowels. Lewd outward stretching
sensations tugged at her asshole, shooting flashes of wild delight up and down her
spine.
"Uhhhh... oh, Sport, stop it, stop it... it just isn't right... uhhhhh!"
Linda bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now. She couldn't cry out, not with the
insistent, slippery moves of that prickmeat in her ass. She shoved her ass back toward
the dog, looking for some kind of relief from the obscene sucking in her asshole.
"Oh God, God, what's happening to me? What's... going on?"
Linda felt the dog stop for a second. His furred head rested heavily against the back of
her neck. Again she felt his hot breath pumping through her hair. Sport wasn't sure
why fucking her suddenly had become so difficult.
But the animal was determined to dump his spunk into her body. His forelegs
tightened even more around her ribcage, nearly choking the air from her lungs. He
bore down, then shoved in once more.
"Awwwwkwkkkkk!"
Linda squeaked, her cunt suddenly going into a spasm of need. His ass-fucking was
taking its toll. Linda could feel her pussy warming up. It was strange, so odd her
asshole should have that kind of connection with her cunt. But it did and as the
minutes passed, the woman felt his cock massaging her sensitive nerves.
The pain was gone now – or most of it. And the shame had evaporated as well. Now
she simply concentrated on the steady back-and-forth movement of Sport's knobby
cock chugging through her asshole, threatening to split her open.
The sliding of the German shepherd's cock as it slipped deeper into her body sent hot
thrills through her ass. Linda felt her bowels filling with the big dog's cock. It was like
having a steady, growing load of iron ore heating up in her guts. She thought the
animal would surely have to stop. Surely he would tire of this and cum. He'd been
fucking her for hours, or so it seemed, and she couldn't take much more of this.
But after a while Sport seemed to pick up more energy. Linda's asshole nerves were
much more sensitive to this exaggerated distending than her pussy. She thought of the
thick bar of cockmeat in her ass growing and growing until it was the size of a baseball
bat. Sport's prick felt like a tree trunk skewering her, tearing her open until there were
two Linda's.
The steady pressure eased for another second. Linda felt his furry groin rubbing against
her cuntlips. Then Sport began pulling out slowly. The woman thought he was pulling
at least one foot of cock from her ass! She let out another cry, arching her back, nearly
knocking the dog away from her. That strange fullness inside her body was starting to
excite her. It was a sensation all its own, unlike any she'd ever had. Maybe it was the
sheer ungodly evil of the act she was committing adding a spice to the feeling that made
her pant like a true bitch in heat.
"Ohhh... wawwhhwhwhh!"
Linda sucked in a deep breath, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. She could feel
the pointy head of his prick going up, up, filling her until she thought it would come
out of her throat.
"Sport, Sport, you lovely, lovely dog," Linda breathed.
Linda couldn't believe the thoughts rushing through her confused mind now. She
wanted more prick ripping through her asshole. She squeezed her sphincter tight
around the big dog's cock now, trying to cram more sensuous tingles across her singing
nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt. She only wanted that cock to drive into her
and pound her until the spinning, tightening golden ball of heat in her assguts blew to
pieces!
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, doggie... ohhh it's so gooooood, so goooood!"
The dog had stamina. He shoved back and forth, gradually speeding up his cockstrokes
until Linda thought her ass would explode into flames. The hot friction in her dry ass
was like burning gas in an open wound. As the ramming length and speed of the
German shepherd's fuck-strokes increased, she could feel the drag of her cuntlips
milking more juice from her cunt hole. Heat exploded in her clit. The feelings between
her shivering thighs built up fast, becoming as important as the jabbing piston of
cockmeat in her ass.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Linda grunted with the effort of keeping up with his fucking strokes. All the delight in
her body focused on her asshole.
"Now, doggie, now!"
Her stretched distended ass ring felt so delightful, so marvelous with that fucking.
Linda panted nearly as heavily as the dog. She could feel the feathery sweep of his tail
behind her while his forelegs slipped forward, closer to her shoulders. Linda felt her
belly sagging a bit as spasms flashed through her cunt. All she could think of now was
that wonderful animal drawing all those marvelous sensations from her cunt. The lining
of her ass stretched up toward her throat. The juicing sliding of her cuntlips, the
piercing, reaming, circling thrusts of the dog's cock, the roaring tickle of climax –
everything overwhelmed her, driving her into the floor as the animal exploded into her
cunt.
"Ughghhhhh!"
The dog growled loudly behind her. His cock pulled out, sucking her guts down. Linda
pranced her ass madly, wanting more of his cockmeat in her. She was hunching down
in fast, fluttering strokes. With a low grunt Sport aimed his cock deep into her ass.
Linda thought she could feel the lining tearing a bit. Sport was fucking harder now, his
head moving spasmodically against her neck. He was going to cum. Oh yes, yes, she
could tell! He was about to shoot his load of doggie cum right up her asshole!
"Oh yes, yes, do it, Sport, boy, do it good to me, doggie!"
Her encouragement was the only thing Sport needed. With a high-pitched howl the dog
cut loose, his furry balls tightening up in their sac. Linda screamed. She could feel
thick, spurting masses of the dog's cum burning the lining of her asstube like jets of
jellied gasoline. Linda drew her knees together, feeling her cunt snap shut on thin air.
Her ass cinched down on his shooting cock. She spasmed, her body threatening to
collapse onto the carpeting.
The lightning-like bolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming in her ass. Linda's
mind centered on two spots – her cunt and her asshole. Every movement of the dog's
cock sent more shivers of delight shooting through her ass, radiating down to her clit. It
was the most encompassing cum she'd ever had!
"Ooooohhhh, so gooood, so very good," she crooned, saliva dribbling from the corners
of her mouth. "It's so goooood it's going to kill me."
Linda hung her head down, her long hair curtaining her flushed face as the big dog
finished dumping his load. Linda was nearly weeping. Her overloaded brain shattered
again and again as she fought to keep that delightful cock in her asshole. Twitching and
jerking, she came and came and came, her world disappearing, replaced by a golden
one of hot, mind-piercing climax.
When Linda opened her eyes again, she found herself on the floor. Sport was nearby,
curled up, licking his pointy cock. At times he raised his head from his crotch, staring
curiously at her. No doubt he was wondering why it had been so difficult fucking her
this time.
Linda shivered. She'd done it. She'd actually let a dog fuck her – and in the ass! A few
nights ago, getting fucked in the cunt had been daring enough. But this? She hadn't
ever let her late husband try something like that, though he'd tried often enough. Now
Linda was sorry she hadn't listened to Brad.
Was she treading on the edge of madness? As hot as she was, Linda knew most women
didn't go around fucking dogs. But there she was, stretched out on the floor, halfnaked, 
doggie cum oozing from her stretched asshole. Surely they'd put her away if
they even suspected what was going on behind her closed doors!
"Ha!"
Linda's sharp laugh frightened Sport. He jumped to his feet and began barking.
"Come here, boy," she cooed.
Sport wagged his tail and quickly padded over to her. Why had she done this? Why had
she let this happen again not even trying to stop the chain of events that led the dog to
fuck her?
Minutes passed. Linda had righted herself, still sitting on the floor, her back pressed
against the front edge of the sofa. Again she thought of her daughter. Debbie would be
at that party by now. Of course, she'd been reassured that Wendy's mother would be
there, Mrs. Urban and her husband supervising all those nymphettes and satyrs. Linda
still felt uneasy about letting Debbie go. What if Debbie got into trouble? Well, they'd
cross that bridge if they came to it. Besides, this gave Linda an excellent opportunity to
play with the dog.
Again she laughed, stroking the big animal's head. Playing with the dog had taken on a
new meaning for her now.
The animal was insatiable! He was softly licking her thighs as she sat there in the living
room. Sitting there alone, feeling the dog's tongue licking up to her cunt, Linda sighed.
Her raw tissues were tender to the touch. But the dog's tongue hurt so good!
"Mmmmmmm..." She scooted down a little, opening her knees once more. "You bad,
bad dog. You're a bad dog, Sport, such a bad doggie."
Linda closed her eyes, loving the soft, sexy sound of Sport's tongue touching her cunt.
Yes, it was that steady licking sound that she enjoyed hearing. And that tongue! How
many times now had she started out with that, winding up with his cock pumping into
her cunt? Linda smiled a weak smile, her eyes drooping as she moved her ass over the
carpeting. Most of the cum had slid out from her asshole. How delightful! Her new
lover!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Linda whimpered as Sport built her tension again. She swallowed hard once more,
letting her head fall back against the bottom sofa cushion. She was a little drunk with
fuck-lust right now. She smiled more broadly, feeling her breathing quicken. She didn't
have to move a muscle. Sport would bring her off just with the tongue, no humping, no
athletics. She moved again to give the dog more of her flushed, swollen cuntmeat to
nibble now. Another sigh relaxed her against the sofa cushions as she rubbed the soles
of her feet into the rug.
"Ohhhhh, Sport... that's it, that's it!"
The dog's tongue slipped into her pussy, sending Linda sky-rocketing once more. How
nice it was to have a dog at home!


Chapter 7

"He's kinda cute, who is he?"
"Ken Arnell. He's a team leader with the basketball squad – sophomore level."
"Wow, he's something else. I'd sure like to meet him, Wendy."
Debbie hugged her friend hard, her fingers tightening around the cold glass. It was
nearly nine-thirty and she hadn't met one good-looking guy yet. There were the usual
pimply creeps who wanted to let their fingers do the walking – right up her dress. But
Debbie was holding out for better game. Ken Arnell seemed to be what she'd been
waiting for all evening.
"I know his brother," Wendy said, eying her friend suspiciously. "Maybe I can get him
to talk to you. But I hear he's pretty fast," Wendy added, nudging Debbie playfully in
the ribs.
"Fast?"
The pretty blonde felt her heart skip a beat. Fast – that's just what she wanted right
now. Watching her best friend get fucked by her pet after having been licked off by the
German shepherd had torn away the last shred of reluctance from her. Debbie wanted
to get fucked – and bad.
"I heard he fucks girls till they actually cry for more. That's what Sharon Granger said.
She went out with him one time and said she couldn't walk straight for days!"
"Wendy!"
"Oh, damn! There's Jack Hennessey," Wendy said, ducking behind Debbie.
"I thought you'd told me you'd love to get fucked by him."
"I know." Wendy sighed. "But I don't want to look too anxious. He'll see me in action
soon enough. Meanwhile," Wendy said in a business-like fashion, "I'll talk to Kenny
and see if I can get the two of you together."
"Wendy..."
Debbie stretched out one restraining hand, then stopped. No, she wasn't going to try to
prevent her friend from getting her fucked. The dog, the tonguing, watching Wendy
explode again and again as Sport stuck his cock into her – everything was turning her
world upside down. Now all that mattered was losing her cherry, that last remnant of
her innocence. And Ken Arnell would be the person who'd take care of that for her!
Debbie waited impatiently. She could hear the ice cubes rattling against the frozen sides
of the glass as she watched Wendy at work. Twice Ken raised his eyes, the black pools
glistening with excitement as he stared at her. Debbie felt her breath growing shorter
and shorter while her flesh crawled with delight. Tonight she felt a special vibration,
some kind of special connection with men in general, and with Ken in particular. He
was so handsome – that full head of black hair, that neatly trimmed moustache, and
those wonderful dancing eyes. Debbie shrugged her shoulders, very conscious of the
material pressing against her body. The silken warmth of her panties against her cunt
made the girl shiver. Ken glanced up at her again and again. "Hi!" he said sexily.
"Hi!"
Wendy had done it. Ken Arnell was standing there right in front of her, a glass of coke
in one hand, the other braced on his right hip. Debbie felt her heart sink right into her
shoes while her cuntal walls heated and buckled. Wendy was standing slightly behind
Ken, her eyes wide with mischief. A slightly sarcastic smile crossed her thin lips.
"Come on. Wendy says you're interested in watching basketball."
Interested? Debbie didn't know the first thing about the game. Did it have innings? She
searched her mind as she silently nodded her head up and down. Her fingers tightened
around the glass as yet more juice seeped from her hairy cunt crack and dampened her
crotch panel.
"Oh yes, I... I can't seem to get enough of it," Debbie said, frowning slightly as Wendy
stifled a loud laugh.
"Let's talk."
He guided her out of the room, no one noticing as the two of them slipped up the stairs
to the main section of the house. How quiet the living room was. Mrs. Urban was
clattering around in the kitchen, desperately trying to keep the bowls filled with chips
and dip. Debbie and Ken slipped by silently, the girl wondering what on earth they
were going to do.
"I... I went to nearly every game last..." she stammered as they rounded one corner and
found themselves in a dimly lit room. Debbie could just hear the rhythmic thudding of
the near-by rock music.
"That's good."
Ken's voice sounded a little bit breathless. What had Wendy said to him? The truth?
She'd scratch her face off if she'd told him!
"I... I thought you were wonderful. Still are wonderful, I mean and... and..."
He had his hand around her. She felt terribly small, insignificant standing next to this
big athlete. His palm was so warm, covering hers. Debbie sucked in her lower lip,
biting down hard while she thought her heart would tear right through her chest. A
warm tingle began nipping at her clit, making her so very, very warm and excited.
What was he going to do? she wondered.
"Thanks."
Ken had moved toward her. Now he was pressing against her. Finally one hand
touched her waist, her shoulder, her neck. He was turning her, forcing her head back a
little. Debbie knew this was it and she closed her eyes, parting her lips after having
licked them. His mouth came down on hers quickly, his moustache tickling her just the
slightest bit.
"Ummmmm."
She moaned into his mouth, feeling her world coming unglued.
"You're hot for it, baby. Real hot for it," Ken whispered, flicking his tongue in one ear
canal while rubbing his palm over her ass.
Debbie knew what he meant and the words burned her to the marrow. Again he kissed
her, his tongue piercing into her mouth, slicking over her molars while he gathered the
material of her white dress in both hands. She murmured through the tongued kiss,
curving her body against his chest and belly. Her thighs were so hot where his crotch
was. Debbie moaned again. She could feel the hard swelling of his cock pushing
outward. A hot thrill burned over her flesh. She rocked her hip there where his cock
poked her, cinching her small arms around his neck as he trailed his tongue over her
lips.
"What are you doing to me?" she whispered, her head tilted back.
"Just what you want."
Debbie let him have her mouth again, opening it farther than she ever had before. The
touch of his tongue as it probed deeper caused a ripple of feverish tingles to course over
her flesh. Just when he was pulling her tighter against him, the girl drew her mouth
away.
"Not here. Someone might come in and find us and... and..."
It was getting so hard to talk! Debbie felt herself losing control. But she had to keep
some of it. She had to keep her wits about her or she'd be ruined utterly.
"Okay, then, let's find someplace else," Ken suggested.
"Someplace quiet," Debbie added.
Where had these new words come from? Just saying them gave her a thrill. She was
acting so daring! This wasn't the same thing as letting Sport lick her. This was the big
league. And there she was, Debbie Hathaway, playing in center field.
They walked down the hall, careful to make sure no one from the party was near. The
thud-thudding of the rock beat grew fainter and fainter. Debbie felt she was leaving this
planet when they stepped into a large bedroom and closed and locked the door.
"Okay, we're alone now, Debbie. How does that feel?"
She didn't dare say. Ken was holding her right hand tightly around the wrist, shoving it
down, down, past his belt buckle until her fingers passed over the stretched bump of his
pants. The thing there pulsed against her damp palm. Ken was nuzzling his face in her
hair, moaning something about wanting to get "in" her.
"Oh please... please don't say things like that."
His words made her soul burn. She thought about Sport's knobby prick, then pressed
harder against his Levi's. She felt his prick move, stirring against her probing fingers.
Again Ken moaned, his grip tightening around her wrist. What would that cock be
like? She knew how the dog's prick was, but this seemed much thicker and longer. An
image of Wendy being fucked by the dog flashed through her mind. Was he going to
fuck her the same way? Would she look as sexy, her head drooping down, her arms
bending while her ass pranced madly in the air for more cock?
"Oh God!"
Debbie sighed with the mere idea of something so wonderfully sexy happening to her!
"Oh baby, you're so Goddamned hot! Man, you're gonna burn up my cock when I stick
this little mother into your pussy."
His dirty mouth made her shiver again. Her heart was pounding like it had when the
German shepherd had tried to mount her. She kissed Ken wetly as she rubbed his cock
through the two layers of clothing.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, go for it, get a feel of my cock!"
Ken was sliding his hand up under her blouse. She felt him working one button loose
with his other hand. Oh, it was wonderful! She stood there, feeling her knees shaking,
knocking against one another while she let him manipulate her any way he chose.
When he spread the thin cotton garment, Debbie felt her pink nipples burning to be
touched, to be pinched, to be sucked. Ken kissed her hard, then let his hips push up
against her again.
Debbie closed her eyes and went limp as he dropped his head, mouthing her big tits,
then wrapping around one hard, pink nub. It was wild, feeling his front teeth nibbling
around her tit-tip while his tongue lapped and licked all around the surrounding flesh.
Sport could never have done something like this! Debbie groaned, her spine curving
backward even more.
"Oh, it's so... so good! I... I can't take this, I–"
"Sure you can, baby, sure you can," Ken said, mouthing her other tit then sucking its
nipple while sanding her right tit with the flat of his hand.
"Oh God! You're doing such things to me... I can't stop myself."
"That's what I wanna hear."
"I'm... I'm scared. I've never done anything like this before."
Ken shrugged.
"There's a first time for everybody. Glad it's gonna be with me."
"Oh Ken, I dunno. It's so scary."
The light from an outside streetlamp illuminated his handsome face. It was funny how
brave and scared she felt at the same time. Debbie felt his hand sliding back, fumbling
with the snap of her skirt. She felt the garment loosening around her waist. For a
second she thought about making a grab for it. Then the skirt slipped down, puddling
around her ankles. He smoothed her blouse back over her thin shoulders, pushing it
down until it dropped off too. Debbie panicked when she felt his fingers touching the
waistband of her pink briefs.
"Leave them on... please... just for a while till I get used to this."
Ken smiled at her, kissing her lightly on her pug nose.
"The reluctant virgin," he, laughed, stepping back and pulling off his white cotton Tshirt. 
"Okay, okay, but they aren't gonna stay on all damned night."
Debbie lowered her eyes, feeling her cheeks burning with lust. She watched him unzip
his fly. His chest rose and fell mightily while his trousers halved from the fly on down.
Again Ken walked cockily up to her, his Levi's slipping down with each step he took.
He was so darned sexy! And now he was taking her by the wrist once more, pushing
her hand down in the opening of his Levi's. It was so hot inside! And there through the
soft cotton material of his jockey shorts she could feel his cock. It stirred again at her
light touch, throbbing against the restraining material. Debbie cried out, pulling her
hand away as if she'd just touched the top of a hot stove.
"Too much for you now, huh? Don't worry. You'll be diggin' around inside there after a
while, once you get used to gettin' fucked."
Debbie trembled. He was yanking down his underwear. She heard the quick rubbing of
the cotton over his thighs. She closed her eyes fast, not being able to bring herself to
look down. Something very hot touched the nylon front of her panties. Ken stepped up,
hugging her thin body close. She could feel it all then, the long, thick shaft of cockmeat
pressing against the crotch panel of her briefs. It was so huge, so... so big! He was going
to stick that prick up her itching cunthole? He'd kill her with something that big,
something that hard.
"Oh no, no, you're gonna hurt me!"
"It's only gonna hurt for a little bit. Then you'll be so fuckin' hot you won't give a
damn about anything except gettin' off."
Ken's speech was growing more and more excited. She could tell he was highly aroused.
Again Debbie told him she was frightened. But this time the young stud didn't laugh at
her fears. His hands were crawling over her naked body while his breath was coming in
wheezy gasps. She felt herself growing dizzier, just as if he had given her some kind of
weird, exotic drug.
"Oh, don't..."
He laughed hollowly, his fingers sliding around the elastic waistband of her briefs one
more time. Again Debbie fought him off, feeling she would scream out for help if he
touched her there again. Ken sighed, then began bumping her knees with his. He was
pushing her back, back toward the large king-sized bed behind her. Willingly Debbie
followed his lead, her itchy nipples rising and falling sexily against his broad chest.
"Oh, don't hurt me, please. I heard so many things about this and..."
His mouth covered hers again. Debbie sighed, tilting her face to make their lips squirm
together. He was touching her pert little ass, kneading each plump, firm cheek. A man
was touching her there, touching her there for the very first time!
"Damn, what a body!"
"You... you think so?" Debbie murmured, pulling away from the kiss.
"Yeah, one of the best I've seen for a long time."
Even through the covering of nylon over her ass and cunt his touch felt awful good. She
rocked her hips a little, feeling his cock gouge into the softness of her belly. Debbie felt
some of her former courage melting away. That prick felt so big and stiff. She
remembered telling Wendy how bad she wanted to get fucked. But she was so dumb
about sex. Letting that stupid dog touch her was something else, something different.
Sport wouldn't laugh at her, or point fingers at her if she did things wrong. What if she
did or said something stupid? She'd never be able to forgive herself.
Ken moved his right hand slowly around her hips, smoothing his fingers down her flat
belly until he could curl them under the nylon-covered cuntal mound. Debbie stiffened,
feeling electric sparks rush up and down her spine. She stood on her tiptoes, the strain
making her calves throb. He was rubbing the soppy nylon up between her cuntlips and
she bucked her hips back so he could rub against her clit.
"Uhhhhh..."
"You are a hot little bitch!" Ken gasped, pleased.
"Don't... don't say things like that," she pleaded. His dirty mouth was exciting her
terribly. "I don't know what's happening to me. I really don't."
"Yeah, sure. If you don't, you're one hell of a quick learner."
Ken's touch was more gentle than Sport's. Again she thought of the handsome dog, of
the way he'd brace his paws on either side of her thighs before dropping his head into
her cuntal thicket. She could almost feel his tongue slopping up between the puffy labes
to her clit. And now it was Ken who was moving the wet nylon in and out of her pussy,
rubbing the silken material against her clit. Debbie let her head fall back, her mouth
burning and dry from the excitement. Her knees were knocking together so hard while
her arms felt useless as they dangled limply from her shoulders.
"Gonna fuck you limp, baby. Gonna fuck you so you can't walk."
What had Wendy said about him? Had he fucked girls that way? Oh, yes, yes, she
wanted to feel his cock sawing through her, taking away all her life, her will!
"Ohhhhh, God, it feels so gooooood," Debbie finally admitted.
"Yeah, and it's gonna feel a whole lot better when I stick my cock in."
He pushed her back until Debbie felt her calves bumping against the edge of the bed.
She sat down, hearing the springs groan slightly under her light weight. In a moment
Ken was all over her, pushing her shoulders down against the bed. He held her arms
down flat against the mattress his mouth sucking first on one nipple, then the other. All
the while his tongue was flicking and licking at the hard red nubs. Debbie rolled her ass
as best she could, digging the back of her head against the soft covering and drawing
her knees up. How she loved having her nipples sucked like that, his teeth feeling so
threatening and yet so sexy against the sensitive flesh. And that tongue! Oh, he could
even give Sport lessons!
"Ummmmm... ohhhhh, good, so good... Oh you're doing it so goooood!"
"Debbie, Debbie..."
His hipbones bumped against hers. He was shoving his hard cockshaft up and down
against her belly. She could feel the brush of his balls, and the way the tip of his cock
was shaped. She wanted to look at it, to touch it. Did she dare? Did a decent girl do
something like that? Did a decent girl ever get involved in something like this?
"Gonna fuck you good, Deb. Gonna do it."
Oh yes, yes, do it, do it, she thought to herself as his cock plowed up against her
panties.


Chapter 8

"You wanna see it? You wanna get a good look at what's gonna be fuckin' you? Sure, I
don't mind."
He rolled off, watching her as she sat up and shook the loose hair from her eyes.
"Come on, cop a feel."
She tried to quiet the trembling in her hand, petting his muscled belly where the hair
curled into his navel. She touched the stiff black curls near the base of his cockshaft.
Finally, her teeth clenched together from the tension, Debbie curled her fingers around
his cock. Ken let out a hissing sound, his body stirring at the touch of her fingers.
Debbie shuddered. He was a man – hairy and strong – and he could have easily torn
her panties away and raped her by now. But instead he was playing her game, letting
her take her own time on this while he watched. But Debbie sensed he wasn't about to
wait around too long. He was hard, hard and heavy and wanting to fuck her. If she
didn't put out soon he'd tear those sheer panties from her thighs and stick his big prick
into her pussy whether she wanted it or not!
"It's so big," she gasped.
"Eight inches or so," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Eight?"
Debbie swallowed. Most guys were somewhere around six inches or so, that's what they
had told her in sex education class, anyway. Of course, there were stories about some
guys being hung "like a horse". But who believed them? Debbie was beginning to.
Debbie moved her hand up a little. She was surprised at the way his cock felt. It was
hard as steel, but the outer skin moved over that inner hardness. And up toward the
end of the tip it was much softer. When she moved her fingers over the double-lobed
thing, Ken let out another hissing sound. Debbie guessed she'd touched a particularly
sensitive area. He was moaning something, something about wanting to get on with
fucking.
"Oh please, please..."
Was she begging him to fuck her? Begging him to take it slowly? Debbie couldn't have
answered that. He was telling her how she was freaking him out with her touching.
Debbie bit her lip, then slipped her fingers back until she could gather up the loose
hanging sac holding his balls. Her breathing was tight, labored. She was doing things
that scared her. She didn't think her mother would approve of this.
"Oh baby, baby, yeah, touch me like that. Fuck! You keep touchin' me like that and I'm
gonna shoot all over your hand."
Debbie wasn't thinking about what she was doing. Her hands seemed to know. Was he
really going to cum all over her with just her touch? Debbie began squeezing the soft
balls, cradling them, rolling them against themselves. Ken's breathing caught. He
laughed at her, putting a restraining hand down.
"That's enough of that, baby. I'm gettin' tired of all this messin' around. I wanna get
fucked and I'm gonna do it with you!"
Ken kissed her neck, her shoulders, trying to pull her back down on the bed. Debbie let
out another sigh, then let herself fall onto the mattress. She felt him slipping one thigh
over hers. He was kissing her tits again, sliding his fingers under the elastic of her
panties. Debbie's mind whirled. She didn't want him to get under her panties yet. No, it
was still too soon.
"Oh, don't..."
His fingers grabbed at the underside of her naked cuntal mound. He was halving the
crack and shoving in deep. Debbie sucked in a ragged breath, digging her chin into
Ken's shoulder. He was pressing her down. He was so heavy! She knew he wanted to
get her panties off, wanted to fuck her. Yes, the word scared her now that she was on
her back and a man was trying to stick his cock into her.
"Don't..."
But again Debbie could tell Ken wanted her badly, badly enough not to listen to her.
He'd take his chances with her displeasure, her screams. He was smoothing his hands
down the sides of her body, feeling her waist, then her hips. His cock had slipped
lower, almost under her cuntal mound. Debbie had soaked her crotch with juice. She
could feel his cock much better now that the material was stretched thin and damp with
her juices. It was almost as if there were no material there.
Debbie groaned, arching her spine and pressing her head back against the bed. His
cock was shoving the sheer material up between her cuntlips. It was shockingly good.
Debbie closed her eyes, sucking her bottom lip under her front teeth while rolling her
ass up to increase the friction of her cuntlips against his prick. Ken flicked his tongue in
one waxy ear canal, telling her deliciously terrible things about her body and about
what he was going to do to her.
"Fuck, baby, gonna fuck you till you can't walk for a week."
"Don't say things like that."
"That's the truth, Debbie. I'm gonna shoot my cum so hard in your little cunt you'll be
able to taste it in your mouth."
"Ohhhhhh!"
She loved the friction of his cock rubbing against her soppy cuntlips. She was wetting
him with her juices, and that knowledge made her tremble. Soon her fears softened a
little. She felt she had some control of the situation again. The girl moved her ass
around a little more, hearing the headboard rubbing up against the wall. Well, at least
they were some distance from the party. No one would hear them. And thank God the
door was locked!
"You're good, really good, baby. Your body fits real nice against mine."
It did! He was right. What was happening seemed so natural. Debbie squirmed happily
under the big stud, feeling his cock. She'd let Ken push her thighs apart and suddenly
her panties were gone. She loved the sensation, loved the constant rubbing that was
taking her breath away. But no, she didn't want to go too far. It was still too soon, far
too soon to let anything serious happen.
"Ken?"
He didn't answer. Debbie moved one hand down, trying to find out what was
happening. Once more she touched his cock, felt that hard, rope-veined shaft moving
up and down, up and down against her belly. Debbie went on, finally finding the
steamy drenched place where her cuntlips had been stretched to the side.
"Oh God, noooooo!"
Panic struck the girl. Her panty crotch had been twisted aside as well, stretched into the
hollow between her thigh and pussy. No wonder it all felt so real. It was! Ken's hot
cockhead was actually touching her cunt! His slick, bloated prick tip was gliding up and
down the feathery crack of her cunt. Debbie shivered with fear and excitement. It was
exciting to know that his cock was so close to her cherry.
"Uhhh no, no, don't... oh don't, you're gonna fuck me. Please, not ready yet, not yet
ready," Debbie yammered.
Again it was plain that Ken wasn't listening to her. He went on with his gouging, his
prick slipping closer and closer to her pussy. Frantically Debbie tried to pull the narrow
band of nylon back over her exposed pussy but the juice-soaked fabric slipped from her
fingers. Oh God, what was she going to do? Ken wasn't about to help her. He was
trying to stick his prick into her cunthole now, doing everything he could to keep her
from stopping him. He was so strong, so insistent. And all the while that cock was
inching up to her pussy!
"No!"
Ken's cock gouged steadily at her. He clutched her body up against him, trapping her
wrist between their sweaty bodies.
"Don't, don't do this to me. Listen to me, please, listen."
"Debbie..."
He opened his mouth and clamped it down hard on her lips, shutting her up for the
moment. Debbie felt herself sinking and spinning around and around. Then he began
mouthing her all over. She felt her chin wettened. Desperately the girl tried turning her
face. Ken caught her head with both hands and smothered her with a hot kiss. Debbie
whimpered into his mouth, her nostrils flaring wildly as she sucked in more air to feed
her wriggling body. This couldn't be happening! And yet she'd done everything she
could to make it come true. She'd lured him on, even sent her best girlfriend out to
scout him for her. But panic was panic and the thought of his prick breaking her cherry
now frightened the wits from her.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it out. Gonna stick it to you now."
She flailed at his back with her small fists, driving her heels against the backs of his
legs. He had found that shallow spot where she knew her cuntal mouth lay hidden. He
was stretching against it. It was starting to hurt! Debbie thought she'd pass out. But still
he kept shoving, gouging, pushing into her.
"Damn, it feels so good, baby, feels so good gettin' into you. You're nice and hot and
slick and fine down there, baby."
"No!"
Debbie couldn't hurt him, couldn't stop him from fucking her.
"Yeah, fuckin'."
A sob choked her response. Why had she let it go so far? A man was different from a
woman. He had certain needs that seemed far more powerful. And now that Ken had
been driven this far, nothing could stop him. Debbie cried and sobbed, still beating him
with her fists while feeling his prick slipping lower. He wouldn't stop for her, wouldn't
listen to her. He wouldn't stop until he broke through, plunging his prick in deep,
penetrating her cunt.
And the steady, sleek friction against her stretched pussylips was doing something to
her now. Debbie felt something other than the fear that had first slivered her mind.
There was something more turbulent, something more consuming than anything she
had ever dreamed before. Climax, orgasms, cum, they were only words before but not
they were taking on real meaning. There was that insatiable itching pleasure burning
over her most sensitive parts, the sensations making the words seem bland. They had
no meaning compared to the actual feelings she was experiencing now.
"Uhhhh... oh God!"
"Fuck, fuck, baby."
"Oh no, no..."
But she was hoping for it, praying for it in her heart of hearts. A good, hard fuck, that
wonderful prick splitting her, spreading her open as it chugged its way down her
squiggly, itching cuntflesh. The building tension, the mounting thrill was almost
identical with the excitement she'd had when Sport had licked her. But then the dog
only licked her, he hadn't really done anything to her with his cock. Wendy, of course,
had gone all the way but this was Debbie's first time, her first time with a male on top
of her gouging her cunt with his cock!
The tension seemed to invade every fiber of her body. She could hardly breathe. The
muscles in her calves ached as she struggled under the weight of Ken's writhing body.
And making it better in an awful kind of way was the danger of his spearing prick. She
wanted him to fuck her just as much as she trembled for it.
Whenever he tried to shove against the soft hollow at the mouth of her cunt, Debbie
tilted her mound so he would slide up along her cuntal slit again. He slipped over the
pulsing hot finger of her clit. The room spun around and around, growing blurry as her
eyes rolled back in her head. If only she could hold out for a few more seconds. If only
she could keep him from busting her cherry. She was soooo close. Ken bucked his hips
forward with a raspy groan but the girl tilted her hips again and the swollen lobes at
the underside of his cockhead slipped against her clit.
The teen could feel the hot fluid oozing from his piss-slit – pre-cum, and lots of it! The
girl thought about the stories about a guy's cum, about how white and hot it was and
how it shot out in big spurts from his prickhead. Again the girl shivered mightily,
thinking about all the cum Ken probably had in his balls – all of it was for her. The
thought nearly made her faint with excitement as again he slid his prick through her
throbbing cuntslit. Pleasure poured through her young body. It was a demanding,
hungry pleasure, more frightening than anything she had ever experienced. Ken was
almost going crazy on top of her, pinching her, nearly making black-and-blue marks on
her shoulders as he fought to get inside her pussy.
"No, don't..."
"Get off it, Debbie. Come on and keep your damned ass flat on the fuckin' bed!"
The tone in his voice frightened her even more. She blinked several times, staring up
into his eyes. There was the look of a brute, determined animal glowing in them now.
She froze on the bed, stiffening as she felt something very hot and hard pressing against
her outer cuntlips. Her pussylabes flattened back, the throbbing cockhead brushing up
against the thrilling, tingling finger of her clit.
He was doing it! It was happening! He was fucking her, really fucking her good and
hard! It was just as he had told her! Buzzing lights flashed and droned through her
brain. He was holding her down hard, hunching forward, his fat cockhead tunneling
through her virgin cunt. How odd it was, the itchy, stretching sensation between her
legs! Debbie didn't fight him now. She lay there quietly, her knees nearly touching her
tits while she felt her body being entered. How good it was feeling that added heat
snaking up into her guts while all the time Ken was panting against the right side of
her face.
"Good, fuckin' good," he breathed, nibbling at her ear.
"I'm afraid... I'm really afraid!"
Debbie clung to his chest, feeling her hard nipples scraping against his ribs. She felt so
thin with his hands all over her. Hunching up against the big stud, Debbie wanted to
feel all of those eight inches of cock entering her, spreading her apart.
Ken groaned, dragging his cock back a little, then shoving up into her once more.
Debbie groaned, curling her spine as she felt her cunt stretching wide. The ring of
muscles around her pussy went tight and a shot of pain made the girl wince and gasp.
"Relax... you gotta relax or it's gonna hurt worse."
Somehow the girl managed to control herself, to force her muscles to go limp. Ken
shuddered with another gasp, then pushed forward. Down, down his cock went until
the head struck something very firm. Debbie cried out, shoving the flats of her hands
against his chest. She pushed up as hard as she could. Her cherry! He was pushing up
against her cherry, about to pop it. Again the young teen fought him with all her
might. No, she couldn't lose that, couldn't let him penetrate her all the way. Something
terrible would happen. And then and then...
"Yooowwwww... wawwghhghghghh!"
The world exploded before her eyes! Bright yellow and orange lights flashed in front of
her as Debbie felt her cherry tear. He was sliding through, shoving his prick down
while the pain hit her again and again. It was awful! It was a kind of sharp concentrated
agony that almost made her heart stop.
Her strength was failing. He had done it, stuck his prick in. And now he was pushing
down all the way. It was so freaky, so weird having something stretching her pussy
where nothing had been before.
"Fucking, baby! That's what we're doing. And you're gonna love it!"
"Uhhhhh..."
He lay quietly for a while, letting her get used to his cock. Then when her moaning
quieted somewhat he began his fucking her all over again.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Debbie came to life again at the touch of his cock sliding in and out. Ken moved his
lips back onto hers, writhing his tongue inside her mouth like a snake. Debbie
responded by contracting her cuntmuscles, milking lightly at him without moving her
hips. He groaned into that spit-slicked kiss.
"Oh, baby, that's it. You're learnin' fast. That's the way I dig it."
The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move. She was leading, but he followed
with a perfect rhythm. Again she thought it so strange she was doing all this as if she'd
done it before. It was as if she had some hidden knowledge of how to fuck a man.
"Yeah, move it, move that ass."
He cupped her ass with both hands, rolling her asscheeks up farther while sliding his
prick deeper into her. Debbie swiveled her ass as much as she could, pressing against
the mattress, then his hands.
"In! In!"
Every time the girl slid forward she slipped down onto his prick. Oh, how it split her,
how it halved her! Debbie could hear herself sobbing as she ground her clit up against
him. She loved that new sensation of stretching in her cunt. And how those sparks flew
each time his cockrod bumped up against her.
"Told you I'd have you beggin' for it. And I ain't through yet."
Thank God, Debbie thought, thank God!


Chapter 9

"Oooooo!"
Debbie kicked her legs higher in the air, the stretched tingling feeling in her cunt
getting worse and worse. Ken's dirty mouth made the girl burn. Gasping and moaning
she tossed her head about, feeling free for the first time in her life. Yes, it was an odd
kind of freedom she felt coursing through her veins as Ken drove his prick in her again
and again.
The girl growled, bobbing her ass back and forth.
"Feel it, baby? Like it? Feel it slippin' in and outta you?"
Oh yes, she felt it! Her ass pranced for it. Debbie let out groan after groan, her cunt
clamping down again and again against Ken's fucking cockrod. The double-lobed
prickhead drove along the seepy, velvety lining of her cunt.
"Ohhh, when you pull it back like that... real slow, oh God, I know I'm dying..."
A particularly powerful spasm rushed through the teen's pussy, taking the rest of her
breath away. Long strings of drool oozed from her mouth while her nostrils flared. She
was close, so close! Her body burned with desire. The sensation of thick cockmeat
inside her cunt drove her up the wall! And it soon would be cumming inside her, firing
his hot white load of jizz into her pussy! The thought hurried the girl along toward her
climax.
"Please... ohhhhhhh!"
Ken slowed a bit. He eased his cock gently back, back from her cunt. Debbie trembled,
lying there, staring straight into her lover's eyes. She could feel hot streaks of her juice
dribbling down. She was soaking, frothing with juice. She'd never been so wet – not
even when Sport had licked her. She wanted to fuck every way there was to fuck. She
wanted to stay up all night with this boy named Ken. Weakly she moved her ass from
side to side, biting her lip, waiting for Ken to slide his cock all the way down once
more.
"Uhhh, take it!"
"Ughrhhrhhrrrr!"
Debbie wallowed upward as he covered one rubbery nub of her tit with his mouth. At
the same time she felt his prick sliding back, slipping toward her cuntal mouth. Debbie
bit blood from her lip, whining. She felt herself coming unglued and then the girl found
that by tensing the big muscles in her ass, the thrilling rub of his prick was increased. It
felt like a crazed, wild animal gouging against her cuntal walls.
"Ummmmmmm!"
Ken had her other tit in his mouth now. As he roughed the sensitive nipple, she felt her
body quicken to the friction. Her clit was pulled tight down each time he fucked into
her pussy. And then as her belly filled with cockmeat, Ken bit down teasingly around
her nipple.
Debbie couldn't believe the sensations exploding through her brain. She babbled,
jerking her body from left to right. She groaned Ken's name as he worked his hips with
a building, fucking tempo. The juice seemed to ooze continually from her pussy. She
felt it oozing down her ass and onto her thighs. Debbie was grinding her hips around
wildly, straining up against the big man. She could feel herself about to cum. It would
be good, soooo good!
"Ken... oh Ken!"
Debbie dug her nails against her palms, opening her mouth for Ken to kiss. He obliged,
sticking his tongue down deep while fucking her with a crazed hunger now. She could
hear the headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall behind them.
When Ken held his cock just inside her convulsing pussy, Debbie felt her body quiver
all over. Her ass was trembling, waiting for the knob of his prickmeat to spear into her
cunt again. She cried out, twisting her hips from one side to the other. Her clit was so
swollen, so hot. Sport would have loved to tongue her now, sopping up all that juice
oozing from her slit. And how that tiny sex center throbbed, pulsing with a hot tickle
that jolted hoarse, hollow cries from her throat.
"Now, now!"
Debbie felt her thighs smearing with her own juices. Yes, she loved it, loved the feeling
of being filled, of having that wonderful thick cock inside her. And then... and then the
world exploded around her.
"Yaghghghhghhhhhhh!"
Brilliant flashes of light blinded the girl as she humped madly under Ken. She was
cumming, her pussy squeezing hard on Ken's throbbing cockmeat again and again. It
was like a giant meaty fist holding onto his prick while he growled into one ear. Lava
like explosions erupted in her pussy. It was then the girl realized he was firing his load,
cumming inside her as she thrashed and kicked and bit and screamed through her
climax.
It seemed to take forever, although it probably, lasted only a minute or so. When she
opened her eyes Debbie found Ken still on top of her, his prick jerking slightly inside
her pussy. She blinked her eyes, looking shyly down, feeling unsure of what she should
say or do.
"You were fantastic! Great!"
Color rose to Debbie's cheeks. "I... I'm glad you liked it. I had... had fun too."
The words stuck to her throat, it seemed. "You probably don't think too much of me I
mean, now that I did it."
"Are you kidding? I've been wanting to meet you for a long time and do this. And now,
I want to see you again."
"Really? You mean it?"
"Baby, I could fuck you all Goddamned night," Ken said. "But they're gonna be getting
suspicious if we don't show up back at the party pretty soon..."
Debbie thought about that for the moment. Yes, she didn't want even her best friend
Wendy leering at her. And if the others found out God only knows what would
happen! Maybe her mother would hear about it and then she'd really be in for it!
Reluctantly Debbie agreed they should leave.
"Uhhh, this feels sooooo good," she confessed, feeling the elastic walls of her pussy
shrinking back together behind his retreating prick. Gobs of his jizz and her cuntjuice
oozed from her pussy.
"Yeah, man, I'm gonna make sure we do this again. You're one hell of a fuck."
Debbie took in large lungfuls of air, looking happily around the room.
"I feel so good, so very good," she whispered as Ken slipped off the bed and dressed.
Debbie lay there watching him pull on his Levi's, still wishing he'd change his mind
and hop back into her cunt. That was impossible, and she knew it. Sighing, the girl
stretched her arms over her head, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed and standing
up. Quickly Debbie dressed, tucking her blouse back in before unlocking the door. Ken
was behind her, his hands cupping her ass through the material of her skirt. Debbie let
out a sharp cry, feeling her cunt warming all over again.
"No, please..."
"Later, baby, later."
The rest of the party was a drag. More than once Wendy tried to corner Debbie, asking
her just what had happened. "Nothing," the girl replied airily, saying she'd talk about it
with her in the morning.
Glancing up at the clock, Debbie realized with a shock it was near her deadline time.
Hurrying through the living room, she looked around for Ken.
"I've got to go home. Please, drive me. I'm afraid of the night," she said, lying through
her teeth. But the promise was good.
Ken smiled down at her, slipping a hand around her waspish waist and giving her a
hug. Oh, she could have run right back into that bedroom now and fucked him.
"Come on."
They drove silently down the deserted streets to her home, turning into the U-shaped
drive. There were still some lights on downstairs. Linda was probably waiting up for
her, watching the clock, making sure her daughter kept her promise. Debbie felt a flash
of anger.
Ken walked around to her side of the car, opened the door and helped her out. Debbie
held her breath, her heart pounding. Her cunt was seething hot moisture and seemed
swollen open under her loose-fitting skirt.
"Oh, Ken..."
Debbie kissed the tall boy, letting her head bend back. She was standing on tiptoes as
he pulled her thin body against him. The girl's trim little ass was moving gently against
Ken. It was a soft, fucking motion, a reminder of something much more intense that
had happened earlier.
"I... I gotta go," Debbie said, breaking off the embrace.
"I'll call tomorrow," Ken said, waving, then sliding back into the car.
Debbie bit her lip. She felt frustrated and lonely. How she longed to step back into that
car with Ken and drive off... off to somewhere. But instead she stood there on the
porch, watching the headlights swing around. In a moment they were gone. Sighing
again Debbie unlocked the front door and stepped in, wondering what her mother
would say.
Silence. Debbie peered into the kitchen and saw the dishes stacked up neatly on the
counter. Turning, she was about to go upstairs when she saw her mother asleep on the
couch in the front room. Linda was naked from the waist down, sleeping heavily.
Debbie was so shocked that she couldn't quite cope with her emotions at first. What on
earth was her mother doing there in that condition? Immediately Debbie thought of the
dog. What if she and that animal were... but no, that was impossible. Perhaps Wendy
was right. Maybe Linda was getting a little fucking on the side somewhere. The thought
unsettled the girl. But after all, Linda was human.
Finally Debbie pulled a small blanket from the downstairs linen closet and covered her
mother up. A glimpse of the thick, blonde hair around her cunt shocked the girl even
more as she tucked the blanket around Linda. Again she wondered what her mother
was doing on the couch with no panties, no skirt. She shook her head. Debbie had the
sinking feeling that maybe she didn't know her mother at all.
She started to go upstairs once more, then turned and went instead to the kitchen. Her
mind was still galloping from her evening at Wendy's place. She could still feel Ken's
cock as it had pierced her cherry, burrowing through her cuntmeat, splitting her open.
Debbie leaned against the refrigerator, hugging herself while closing her eyes. The cool
porcelain felt good against her arms as she stood there, thinking about the way Ken had
fucked his cockmeat into her pussy. Maybe it was wrong to think about those things all
the time. She might turn into some kind of nympho or something. But Debbie just
couldn't let the image of Ken and his prick go from her mind. She thought again and
again of it, of the way his hands felt holding her down, of the way his legs pressed her
to the mattress, of the way his prick plunged in and out of her sucking cunthole!
There was a sound at the doorway! Her mother! Snapping to attention, Debbie wheeled
around and saw Sport standing there, his ears pricked up, his tail straight in the air. She
laughed nervously, rubbing her fingertips along her upper arms. Did she dare? Wendy
had done it, and raved about the way Sport had fucked her. She was so hot! Juice still
dribbled from her cunt, wetting down her thighs. The dog could smell it. Debbie just
knew Sport could sniff that hot liquid.
"Come on, boy, come on."
Debbie was throwing everything to the winds. She just didn't care. She tiptoed past her
still-sleeping mother. Linda stirred under the blanket, tucking it more fully under her
chin. Debbie stopped for a moment, her icy fingers on the handrail. Would Linda wake
up? No.
"Come on, Sport, come on."
The German shepherd followed eagerly, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner
of his maw. His soft padding against the carpeted steps made Debbie's heart pound
even more. She felt almost drunk as she made her way down the long corridor to her
room. Again she looked nervously over one shoulder, making sure her mother hadn't
secretly followed her up the stairs.
"Inside, Sport, fast!"
The dog slipped in, Debbie behind him, closing the door. She stood in the room,
quickly undressing, lifting the skirt and dropping it to the floor. In a moment the girl
had stripped naked and was standing in the middle of her room. She turned and saw
her reflection in the full-length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. Sport trotted up
to her, rubbing his furred body against her "right leg. They made an awfully odd
couple. She with her pink skin, he with his dark fur. Sport pulled his head around and
began licking the backs of her legs. Debbie trembled, her cuntal walls snapping shut at
that touch.
"Ohhhhhh, Sport."
The animal worked his way around, nudging the backs of her knees. Debbie felt weak,
about to faint from the emotions coursing through her. She bit her lower lip, feeling the
strong upward sweep of his licking over the underside of her cuntal mound. The girl
stared at her face in the mirror, watching her lips tighten as her eyes began to glaze
over as the animal licked and lapped at her pussy. Then his sloppy pink tongue went
deep, touching her clit. Sparks burst through the delicate membranes, making the girl's
knees shake. Again Debbie could see that red cock dangling from between his hind
legs. Only this time the girl knew she wasn't about to ignore that thing. No, she was
going to take it, take it between her legs just as she'd taken Ken moments earlier.
"Ken..."
The dog licked and licked, sniffing at her pussy occasionally, then going back to
sticking his tongue deep in her.
"Here, boy, here..."
She moved to the bed, throwing back the brightly colored coverlet and fluffing up one
pillow. She lay down, her head resting on the pillow while she spread her thighs wide
open for the dog. Debbie bent her knees slightly, raising them while she moved her ass
slowly against the cool cotton topsheet.
"Good, dog, Goddamned good dog. Come on, Sport, do it to me. Do it to me just like
the way you did it to Wendy."
Debbie could hardly breathe. She was writhing against the dog's maw as he pinned her
to the bed with his body. She felt his cold, sharp paws pressing against her upper thighs
while he stared down at his furry treasure. How her nerves were sparking and
sputtering with delight while the dog panted into her crotch.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Debbie panted hard, feeling dizzy as Sport gained yet another inch. He growled,
rimming the edges of her cuntal mouth with his tongue. And all the time he was eying
her, watching her with those wonderful brown eyes, his nostrils quivering and flaring
with excitement.
"Oh, do it, do it!"
Debbie arched her spine, resting her body on her wallowing shoulderblades while the
dog stuck his tongue deep into her body. She thought of Ken, of the way his cock felt
as it reamed into her cunt. Funny, how one fuck reminded her of the other. The images
blurred in her mind as she let herself be carried away by the cunt-lapping animal.
"Yes, Sport, yesss..."
Debbie felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Sport had pushed his tongue deeper
inside her cunt. It was as if he were searching for something. His forepaws went up
against her ass, bracing his body while all along his tongue sopped and slipped in and
out of her pussy.
"Oh God, doggie... oh yes, Sport, yes, it's so good, so good!"
The wet mess between her legs was throbbing now. Her cunt was feverish and swollen
while the dog stuck his tongue down deep in her. Debbie tightened her assmuscles,
bobbing around as the animal brought her closer to the finish. Her mind was running
out of control. Gasping for air, the girl grabbed the fur around Sport's collar, holding
him tightly to her pussy. Oh, he liked that, liked the feeling of her fingers tugging at his
fur. Growling into her pussy, the dog twisted his head around and around. She could
feel his strong fangs brushing up against her rubber-taut cuntlips. Debbie cried out
again, flailing the naked backs of her legs against the mattress. This was so good, so
very, very good. Again and again the girl thought of Ken, of the way he had fucked her.
"Come on, Sport, fuck me, fuck me."
Her boldness frightened her. But this was no time to be shy. Biting her lower lip,
Debbie turned around, bobbing her ass around, waiting for the dog to stick his cock in
her pussy!


Chapter 10

"Oooooooohhhh!"
Debbie crouched on her hands and knees, her tits hanging down. This was her first
time, the very first time she had let Sport go so far. The dog stood there, his head
cocked to his right, a confused look in his eyes. Debbie peered over one shoulder,
shaking the loose hair from her eyes. How her cunt burned for his touch! Her clit was
pulsing, set on fire by the constant lapping of the dog's tongue.
"Please, boy, please... come on, fuck me, fuck me good!"
Debbie couldn't believe she was saying something like that. But the tension and heat in
her cunt were too intense for her to say anything else. She squeezed her assmuscles
tightly together, jerking her ass left and right while juice oozed down her inner thighs.
Why couldn't he come up and fuck her when she asked for it?
Overcoming his initial surprise, Sport trotted forward, sniffing at her pussy, then
quickly sliding atop the girl.
Debbie nearly freaked. She shivered, feeling the animal's warm coat covering her flesh.
Hunching her head down, the teen wallowed in the sensation of being covered by the
animal. His forepaws felt so skinny as they slipped around her upper chest. And then
there was that prick! Yes, she could feel it, feel the hard, hot touch of his knobby cock
as it slipped up against the backs of her legs.
"Fuck me!"
Sport was positioning himself, resting his head against the back of her neck while his
hindlegs pranced nervously behind her. Debbie held her breath, her eyes fixed on the
wall right in front of her. She breathed with wheezing sounds. And all the while she
could feel that hot pointy prick edging up, up toward her pussy.
"God!"
Debbie stiffened, her head snapping up while her arms nearly buckled. He was doing it!
He was actually doing it, slipping his cock into her cunt. Debbie felt the spear-like
cocktip slipping past her tensed, eager cuntlips.
"Yes, oh yessss!"
Debbie pranced her ass around, feeling the singing nerves exploding again and again
under the gentle gouging of Sport's prick. All those lumps and bumps were adding to
the delicious sensation of being fucked by the dog. No wonder Wendy had gone crazy
when Sport had fucked her!
"Oh yes, yes, it's so good, it's so hot and good, Sport."
Debbie nearly cried, feeling her cunt itching and scratching against the animal's prick.
Gradually the girl began moving in a counter rhythm to the dog – slowly at first,
unsure of what she should do. Sport growled every now and then, shifting position,
licking the back of her neck. She loved it, loved the sensation of having a dog pressing
her body toward the mattress. The headboard clattered against the wall and Wendy
stopped, afraid her mother would hear it and would come up to investigate.
"Ohhhhh, Sport!"
Gradually she moved faster. The heat and friction grew. It was so wonderful feeling that
wet, sliding prick in her cunt.
Ken! Oh yes, she thought of him, of the way he had driven his cock into her pussy. He
knew how to throw his cockmeat with considerable skill. He could make a girl cry
when he struck that fat prick in her pussy. But Sport was something different. There
was a real dog, a real fucking dog that could make a woman feel like a true bitch in
heat! She wallowed under the degradation, feeling perspiration building on her flesh
from her rousing excitement and from the warmth of the dog's fur against her skin.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Debbie was flying out of control now, her mind exploding like fireworks on the Fourth
of July. The girl was impaled, skewered by the animal's cock. She could feel his
nervously dancing hindlegs behind her as he plunged his prick in and out, in and out,
faster and faster. His panting was louder now. Debbie felt her eyes slipping out of
focus. The fiery friction of her violated cunt sent more electric shocks jolting into her
brain. The entire area of her cunt was flaming, burning as if someone had poured
gasoline on her.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Sport stopped for a second, adjusting his hold of her body with his forelegs. Then he
began fucking her once more.
"No, oh no, no, no!"
Debbie saw those familiar flashing lights once more. Cumming! She was cumming. She
could tell that immediately. The girl threw her head from side to side like a rutting
mare, feeling Sport's cock ballooning inside her. The animal was whimpering loudly
now, growling into one ear, snapping his jaws around her head. She could feel his saliva
dripping down on the back of her neck. Yes, oh yes, he was going to do it, going to
cum!
"Yes, Sport, do it, do it!"
Shamelessly Debbie cried for more friction, more excitement. She felt his cockhead
gouging wildly against her pussywalls. A mountain of lust was swelling up in her belly.
The noise of her pulse increased in her ears. She was yammering, crying out again for
the animal to fuck her harder.
"Yaghghhhghghghhbh!"
Debbie knew the cock in her cunt was fucking in and out crazily, driving even more
sensation into her overloaded brain. Her hips churned, the noisy slurping of her
cuntjuice spurting out filling her ears. A great, earth-shaking vibration started in the
girl's cunt, then blasted out in waves through the rest of her body. Debbie opened her
eyes wide, feeling herself coming unglued.
"Noooooo!"
Did her mother hear? Did it matter? Debbie screamed and clawed, shaking her body so
hard she nearly knocked the German shepherd off her back. That mountain in her belly
had exploded with a blinding fury. Debbie felt herself shattering into small pieces with
a crash of nerves that drowned her hearing. It seemed as if someone far off was
screaming. No, that was her. She was bucking and rutting like a crazy woman. It had
been Ken's fucking that had set her up for this. Now she was cumming so hard it
nearly knocked her senseless.
"Yaghghghghhhffff!"
A huge splintering noise assaulted her ears. Was she really splintering to pieces? The
girl laughed at the thought, her laughter turning quickly to a moan as another
monstrous roar of climax rushed through her. Debbie let her mind and the power of
her climax escape in a long, high wail of pleasure. Her fingers dug into the bed,
dragging herself forward while Sport fucked her. The steady firehosing of something
very hot and sticky in her pussy let the girl know he was cumming.
"God, ohhhhhh, God!"
Yes, that was it. That was really it! She had done the ultimate. She had let an animal –
her own pet – fuck her right there in her bedroom! With another laugh Debbie felt
herself falling to the bed. Sport stayed with her until her ass flattened somewhat from
the stretched-out position. With a bark the dog leaped off the bed, trotting about the
room, looking for a safe corner where he could lick the remains of his cum from his
prick.
"Oh, I've done it, I've really done it," the girl repeated to herself over and over again as
she stared at the dog.
Fucked by a man, then by a dog! Debbie stretched herself sexily on the bed, feeling the
final throbbing of her pussy from the animal's fucking. What would mother say? What
would she think if she were to find out her daughter wasn't the nice little innocent
anymore? Debbie smiled, staring up at the ceiling, feeling so dreamy. No, she wasn't
going to risk being thrown from the house just for a few moments of sadistic pleasure.
Fighting through the comforting red haze that had settled over her flesh, Debbie roused
herself from the bed.
"Come on, boy, come on."
Opening the door, the girl shooed the reluctant beast from her room.
"Can't sleep with him in here," she said out loud, wondering if Sport would mount her
and rape her as she dreamed of Ken.
It had been such a long night. Tomorrow she would think about what Ken had said.
He'd phone and they could make plans to meet and... oh, that would be so nice! And
mother wouldn't be the wiser. With a soft smile on her face, Debbie drifted off to sleep,
unaware of the drama unfolding in her living room.
Linda awoke with a start, looking at the cover tucked under her chin. Had she gotten it
before – before Sport licked her off after having ass-fucked her? No. Debbie must have
come home and...
"Oh God!"
Linda drew one hand up and pressed it against her burning cheek. Her daughter had
come home and found her like this. She must have drifted off to sleep!
"Uhhhhh!"
Linda threw off the covers as if they were burning, searching around for her skirt. She
found it, laying behind the sofa. What could Debbie have thought when she came
home and found her like this?
"Debbie?"
No, the girl must have gone directly to bed. Linda sat there on the sofa, her head in her
hands, wondering what on earth she could tell her daughter when she saw her in the
morning.
"Sport?"
The dog was standing there by the doorway to the kitchen. He was staring at her, that
same stare he'd had the first day he'd fucked her.
"No, I won't, I won't," Linda said through clenched teeth.


Chapter 11

Footsteps! Linda had nearly done it, had nearly fallen prey to her lusts once more.
Shaking away the desire that had begun to build once again between her legs, the
woman walked carefully to the front door. Through the curtains she could make out a
male form. Glancing at the wall clock perched over the yawning fireplace, she could see
it was nearly one a.m. Who on earth could that be? Sport was growling behind her, his
fur standing up around his neck.
"Who is it?"
With the animal Linda felt reasonably secure.
"Who... who's there?"
She held onto the curtains as if they could give her support.
"Kenneth Arnell, Mrs. Hathaway. Your daughter left her watch at Wendy's party
tonight and I thought I'd return it."
Linda pushed the curtains to one side and saw a tall, rather handsome young man
standing there under the porch light. That daughter of hers! She thought money fell
from the skies! Leaving her expensive wristwatch there!
"Just one moment."
Linda glanced at herself in the hall mirror, pushing back her full blonde hair. Yes, she
looked good, very good. She could have easily passed for Debbie's sister. In fact, more
than one person had told her that. But why was she thinking of that now as she kicked
Sport back and unlocked the door?
"Hi, I'm Ken... leastways, that's what my friends call me. Could I step in for a second,
Mrs. Hathaway? It's a little chilly out there and I don't want to freeze up my muscles
before the big game."
"Oh, you're in athletics?" Linda said, surprised at the tone of her voice.
"Basketball. Oh, here's Debbie's watch. Is she still up?"
Linda flushed beet red. Again she remembered how her daughter had found her. A
dread of meeting Debbie filled her mind.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Hathaway?"
"Uh, no, just a little headache. She must be asleep by now, Ken. I have to admit I
wasn't awake when she came in. Did you bring her home?"
"Yep. Nice party. By the way, do you have something to drink?"
Linda raised her eyebrows.
"I mean a coke or something?" he added with a smile.
"The kitchen. Here, I'll show you."
Who was this oddly handsome man who was so forward? And was he forward, or was
that her own imagination? Linda stepped into the room, opening the refrigerator door,
very aware that Ken was staring hard at her.
"You know, you're very attractive almost prettier than Debbie."
Linda dropped the cola bottle, excusing herself and picking it up. She simply wasn't
used to a man's compliments. In fact, she wasn't used to a man being near her. Just his
presence was making her extremely nervous.
"Here, the coke."
Linda felt her throat tightening as their fingers met over the coke bottle. Ken wasted no
time. Grabbing her and letting the bottle fall again, the young stud gathered Linda in
his arms, preventing her from struggling.
"No, this can't be happening!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her feet flailing under her.
Desperately she pushed against Ken, her heart pounding wildly.
"It already is. You're one hot lady. I could see that when I walked in. You're not fooling
me."
He kissed her neck, opening her blouse, his hands sliding down next to cup her
asscheeks and squeeze them through the skirt material.
"Debbie... if she knew... if..."
"Fuck her. I want you and want you now."
He was more than a young man, it seemed. And the way he was touching her!
"No, not here... please, the guest room."
She was mad, insane to be falling this way. And yet as she pulled Ken behind her,
Linda couldn't help herself from smiling. Fate had thrown this man in her path and she
wasn't about to kick him away. They slipped into the room, undressing hurriedly like
two lusty teenagers. Shedding the last of her garments, Linda dropped her eyes. She
could see that marvelous, muscular naked body in the bathroom light behind him.
"On the bed."
Linda did as she was told, feeling deliciously good being ordered about by a man. He
was on top of her in a moment, rolling her over onto her belly then pushing her up
until she was on her knees, her face turned sideways and resting against the pillow. It
was just like the times she let Sport fuck her only this time it was a man – her
daughter's boyfriend – fucking her. That irony wasn't lost on the panting attractive
blonde as she wagged her ass back and forth for Ken.
The big athlete knelt behind her, stretching his hands forward. He worked his fingers
along the insides of her thighs, forcing apart her cuntlips so he could work a finger
deep into her pussy. It was almost like a long hot tongue, like having Sport licking her
in that marvelous way. Linda moaned, jerking her ass up and clawing at the sheets.
Thank God, the guest room was far from Debbie's room so there was no way Debbie
could hear.
She felt Ken's finger slip down into her crotch, exploring all the way. It was teasing her
with the sensation of almost filling her pussy. Linda pranced her ass as she'd danced it
up and down for the big, cunt-hungry animal.
"Ohhh, yeahhh, good and steamy down there," Ken whispered.
Turning around, she saw him holding his cock with one hand, stroking the vein-ribbed
underside with his thumb while he still toyed with her pussy. Ken was hunkering down
low behind her, his knees spread wide apart for power. He was like a dog in that. Dogs
hunkered down for power, then drove into the bitches without mercy. She hoped Ken
would have no mercy with her.
"I don't believe this," she gasped.
"Yeah, right."
"Ahhhhhhh!"
It had been so long, so long since she'd had a cock in her – a man's cock. And now...
oh and now she had such a big one, such a thick one! Her itchy cuntal walls spasmed
hard, cinching down on the stabbing cock. Linda cried out, her body shivering with
incredible lust as Ken drove his prick down into her body. It was such a lovely feeling!
He rode her hard, shoving down, his hands braced on the full mounds of her ass as he
split her body in two.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me so good, so hard!" Ken did exactly that, whipping his hips faster
and faster, his cock trenching through her tight little cunthole. While she gasped and
moaned, Sport paused at the half-opened door, peering in through the darkness. He
tentatively put one paw in, sniffing the air, his ears pricking up at the sounds of Linda
being fucked.
"Ohhhhhh, deeper, deeper! It's so good when you do it deeper!"
Ken hammered his prick into her cunt again and again, riding high, making sure her
clit felt the constant rodding until the attractive blonde began whipping her head from
left to right. She was cumming, her pussy blowing to pieces, firing up like an
overheated blast-furnace.
"Man, you were super-hot! Came already and I didn't even get off a drop. You'll get 'er
back fast," Ken said, smacking Linda's ass hard.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Linda knew he was right. They lay in that awkward position for several moments, her
cunt still hugging his cock tight. It was then she saw Sport standing there in the
doorway, slowly coming in. She felt her heart skip a beat. No; this was her shameful
secret! She didn't want Ken knowing about this! But what could she do?
"Nice mutt. Yours?"
Sport sniffed at the big man, then lost interest and moved to Linda.
"Hey, whatcha doing, pooch?"
"Oh, get him away," Linda cried, slapping backward as Sport sniffed at her drooling
cunt.
"Man, the pooch wants in," Ken said, laughing as he drew his prick back all the way
and let Sport onto the bed.
"No, I don't know what's gotten into him... oh, nooooo!"
Linda whimpered half in shame, half in passion. Sport was licking her pussy! He knew
too damned well how to lick. Linda tried to push herself up and shove him back again.
But the dog brought his tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt and she
trembled like a bitch in heat.
"Sport!"
Ken caught at her wrist.
"There's nothing wrong with it. Really. I think it's hot."
"I'm so ashamed!"
Sport was growling with pleasure as he wet the backs of her thighs and asscheeks, then
moved up to her puffy, slick-soaked cuntal crack.
"Go on, boy, fuck 'er, fuck 'er."
Sport needed no encouragement. He slipped onto the rutting woman quickly, his cock
jabbing once or twice before finding home. Linda squawked, her cunt going into spasms
of need once more as the knobby bumps slipped and slid along her pussy. Ken jacked
his cock, moving around until his cock was even with Linda's mouth.
"Gimme head. Finish me off that way while pooch takes care of your cunt."
Linda was too hot to say no. She quivered and groaned before opening her mouth and
swallowing a throatful of the big man's cock. She tongued and sucked hard, sliding her
tongue around that sensitive groove on the cock's underside. All the while she felt the
lovely sensation of Sport's cock spearing her, tunneling through her pussy until she let
out a yelping, muffled howl. Her clit sang while strings of doggie cum spurted out,
filling her pussy.
At the same time Ken pressed his fingertips so hard behind her ears she thought he
might crush her skull. He let out a cry. Then hot dribbles of cum shot down her throat,
clinging in great, white gouts to her tongue and cheeks. He shot and shot, keeping time
with the rutting animal behind Linda's bouncing ass.
And now she was cumming again! Ken had been right. The snapping fuck-thrusts of
Sport's body did it. She thrashed madly on the bed, plunging her ass up and down
against the driving prick, sure she'd never be the same again. Thrilling spasms of lust
exploded in her cunt. The dog finally fell back drained and wasted. Another spasm
rocked her and she cried out once more, her cunt sucking in thin air.
"Ohhhhh, baby, baby, wild, really wild," Ken said, pulling his prick out and wiping the
bloated head over her lips.
Linda smacked the cum off his cocktip, feeling nearly as drained and wasted as the
animal flopped on the floor nearby. How she'd loved the flat-tasting cum as it shot back
against her throat, sliding down to her belly. And all the time Sport had been fucking
her!
"You're not shocked by this?" Linda said, glancing down at the licking Sport.
Ken shook his head from side to side. "I think it's wild. And I think I'm gonna be
comin' back here lots of times," he said with a secret smile.
What did he say? There seemed to be some kind of secret meaning behind his words.
Oh well, what did it matter? Happily Linda sighed, feeling Ken's tongue trailing down
the bumps of her spine. He loved fucking her. And not only that, he loved watching the
dog play with her. What a perfect lover. And she'd found him through her daughter!
That's what made her laugh. How young and free she felt. And as long as Ken and
Sport were in her life, Linda knew she'd have that feeling. And that, she felt, would be a
long, long time.


THE END
