MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth
is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is
particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex openly, and
usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual
privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual
behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most
of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is
frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in
our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, and just as importantly, admitting their
desires to themselves, people find out how truly normal they are, and learn to feel
comfortable with themselves and with others.
In MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG – we see the sexual development of a
mother and a daughter. One is just discovering her sexuality, the other is finally facing
up to hers. It is a story which many of us should be able to relate to, a story with an
important lesson for us all.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Marilyn Hubbard stood by the yawning fireplace, her slender fingers cold against the
iced tall drink glass. Why was that damned tingle in her cunt worse in the evening? She
was a mature woman. Certainly she could control her emotions. Perhaps another drink
would make her feel better. Marilyn glanced down at the melting ice cubes and felt a
pang of guilt. She had been drinking far too much lately. But how could she stop it
when all she could think of sober was fucking!
Marilyn let out a soft groan, her cuntlips tensing while the juice began to flow from her
pussy and sprinkle onto her cunt-hairs. It had been so damned long since she had had a
cock in her!
It had been nearly three years since Doug had died. Three long years of raising a
teenaged daughter and caring for her sister's son whenever that marriage seemed going
over the edge. There just wasn't time, Marilyn felt, to slip out and look for a man.
Her three-year-old gray and white German shepherd pranced in just at the moment,
stopping by the doorway and turning his head to one side. She smiled wanly, rubbing
the smooth edge of the drink glass against her lips. Champ had been her friend, her
consolation when Doug had died, leaving her a very wealthy but very lonely widow.
The dog stood there now, tail straight in the air, his long fur sleek, his pink tongue
hanging from one corner of his mouth.
"You don't think I drink too much, do you, Champ?"
The animal snorted, cocking his head a little more to the left. He was breathing hard,
his tongue wriggling in and out of his mouth. It was then that Marilyn realized her
fingers were trembling against the glass.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Marilyn closed her eyes until the tickling, burning itch had faded somewhat. Her cunt
felt so hot, so very moist. When she moved her hips a little, she could feel the soft
surfaces rubbing together. More hot juice was seeping out. This was no way for a
woman to act – certainly not a woman like her. She was responsible in the community,
raising a daughter. In a day or so her nephew Clint would be coming here for a fourday stay.
Marilyn laughed, then picked up her drink again. The attractive blonde walked toward
the wet bar and stopped, moving the glass around so she could hear the ice tinkling
against the sides.
Marilyn glanced down at her blue-faced digital wrist watch. Christy was late again. Her
daughter was another problem. Christy was growing up fast and becoming
frighteningly beautiful. Perhaps she was getting too beautiful, Marilyn had thought
many times. Doug would have known what to do about disciplining her. But alone
Marilyn felt terribly adrift.
Christy was asking questions that were embarrassing her to death! There were times
when Marilyn had thought about sending her daughter to a girls' school. But that idea
had faded when she thought about the resulting loneliness she would face. Tonight
Christy was out with the Willis boy at a party. She had said it was to be supervised and
there would only be soft drinks present. Marilyn hoped so. With today's teens it was so
difficult to judge whether they were lying or not. "No, Champ!"
The dog had come up to her, head lowered, and now he was nuzzling his snout against
her ankle. Marilyn shivered at that light, cool touch, her fingers tightening around the
glass. Dogs were always nosing around, there was nothing new in that. But now
Champ was doing something rather odd. He circled her, rubbing his body against the
backs of her legs, whistling through his nose.
Marilyn smiled again, reaching down with her free hand scratching the back of his
head. His warm fur felt good against her fingers. For a moment – just for a second –
the woman thought she could feel her cunt responding to this warm, loving touch.
Ridiculous, she said to herself, straightening up and glancing at the wall clock hanging
over the fireplace. There would be words to say to Christy when she finally came back
from the party!
"No, Champ, don't!"
The animal was nosing between her legs.
"No!"
Marilyn simply didn't have the time to be playful. She slapped downward at the animal.
But the large German shepherd was faster than she, backing away while barking angrily
at her. Marilyn stopped, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. Was there something
wrong with the dog? She drew one hand back, rubbing the knuckles against her tits.
Marilyn began feeling something like fear as she stared into the dog's large, brown eyes.
"Champ, please, leave me alone."
Marilyn walked to the bar and started mixing herself another drink. It was going to be
a bad night, she could tell. She would have to have plenty of Scotch circulating through
her to make it through. Then the next thing Marilyn knew was that Champ had
bumped the underside of her cuntal mound, bracing his paws against the carpeting for
better support.
"Champ!"
The glass fell from her hand, ice sprinkling over the cobalt blue plush carpeting.
Marilyn rolled back, one hand at her throat. The dog was still standing there, wheezing
through his cold black nostrils. Yes, there was something different about him now, she
could see it in his eyes. Her arousal! The thought hit her like a thunderbolt. He could
smell her the way a dog smells a street bitch.
That's what was so different about Champ's behavior tonight. He had smelled her hot
pussy and he wanted it. Marilyn blushed at the thought, backing away from the dog.
Again she glanced at the wall clock. Why wasn't Christy home?
"No, Champ, go away. Don't come near me," Marilyn said in a shaky voice.
Champ appeared to ignore her. The animal came up behind her once more, swirling
between her legs. Marilyn nearly stumbled over him, stretching out both arms and
grabbing hold of the bar. Her fingertips clawed at the cold Formica as she turned
around and kicked down at the aggressive dog. Again Champ moved away from her,
barking. The woman could feel his hot, panting breath on the inner surfaces of her
thighs.
He was calling the shots as he saw them, staying away from her hands and kicking legs.
She glanced at the black wall phone near-by. For one mad second she thought about
calling the police. But what would she tell them? That her dog was attacking her?
"Go away, Champ!"
Nothing had really happened. Maybe in the morning things would be all right. She
would be calmer then. Perhaps in her room she could finger herself off just as she had
done so many times in the past. Her cunt would be less hot. The dog wouldn't notice it
and they could go back to being the family they had always been.
"Uhhhh... no Champ, don't touch me like that," Marilyn begged.
Pleading with a dog! Everything seemed to be topsy-turvy suddenly. Marilyn looked
down at the German shepherd again.
"Champ, get back!"
The room swirled. She would go to her room, lock the door, lock the dog out of her
life. But the dog pressed close behind her. He was licking her now, licking the softness
behind each knee. He was wetting her with that swathing tongue. Oh God, it felt so
good, so very good. Marilyn didn't turn around to face the animal, fearing he would see
the pleasure in her face.
"Awful... awful dog! Don't touch me like that," she commanded.
It was awful! She had to get upstairs! But the animal had cornered her. It was so weird,
so dream-like. When Marilyn knew there was no escape in some erotic dreams she had,
she would wake up with a scream exploding in her throat. But this was different, very,
very different. Perhaps it was just that she had had too much Scotch. Champ was
pushing his nose hotly against her cuntal mound again. Marilyn shuddered, feeing the
thin nylon being pressed up between her slick, puffy cuntlips.
"Champ... ohhhhh!"
The touch was overwhelming. Why was she shaking so? He was just a dog touching
her. Nothing else would happen. It was at this point the woman realized she was
breathing heavily, panting as heavily as Champ below her. Leaning against the bar,
Marilyn stretched out one hand and began making herself another drink. That's what
she needed. More Scotch, more liquor to deaden the feelings that were making her so
uneasy. "This is horrible."
But her words were lost in the big living room. She could smell herself now, smell
herself just as the dog was smelling her. Yes, she could well understand now why
Champ was acting the way he was. Marilyn blushed furiously, ashamed of the way she
was acting. The juices were flooding from her pussy, wetting down the thin nylon of
her pink panties. Champ was sniffing that and turning on.
"No, Champ, don't touch me!"
Again she pleaded with the dog and again he began nosing her behind her leg. He then
drew his long pink sloppy tongue over her flesh. Marilyn nearly fell to the floor, her
knees knocking together while her muscles seemed to fail. Closing her eyes, Marilyn bit
her lower lip until she could taste blood.
"Champ..."
There wasn't the tone of protest in her voice now. Marilyn was leaning against the bar,
her legs spread apart, her skirt hiked up. Champ had taken advantage of this position,
moving between her thighs and licking up to her pussy. The woman groaned, her
elbows sliding over the Formica table top.
Marilyn thought she had surely gone mad as the dog licked up. She felt the surface of
Champ's hot tongue stretching over her nylon crotch panel and she gasped from the
unbelievable wet tickle. Putting down the drink, Marilyn shoved her hands down to
cover her pussy.
Marilyn shivered, shaking her head violently as if she could shake the thoughts out.
Champ was growling, that soft smothered growl dogs use when they are about to
mount their mate. Marilyn knew that and knew she would have to get away from him!
"No, get away from me! Champ! Oh, nasty dog, don't do that!"
Turning suddenly, she faced him. Raising one hand up, she was about to strike him but
Champ sensed the change in her attitude. He jumped back, hunkering low. His tongue
was in his mouth now. Growling, he rolled his eyes up, staring directly at her. Marilyn
had to look away. She could see the same lust in his eyes that she felt scorching her
own veins.
"Uhhh!"
And then Champ moved, quickly plunging through her weak defenses. In, a moment
he went right to the object of his lust. The sudden, scalding pressure of his powerful
tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart nearly brought the woman to her knees.
"Oh God, get away!"
Marilyn wasn't sure what she would do if she and the animal stayed in the same room.
Her muscles tightened as she backed away from the large dog. Her knees were shaking
violently again, threatening to buckle and send the attractive blonde to the floor.
"This can't be happening to me. It just can't!" she whispered.
But she could feel the bar pressing up against her full ass. The dog was there between
her splayed thighs, licking at her. If she were really disgusted by what was happening
Marilyn knew she could have rushed for the stairs and easily locked herself behind her
bedroom door. But something else was happening to her, something she couldn't quite
understand. The dog was turning something on in her, something that was responding
to his masculinity, to his power and excitement.
"Champ..."
The name died on her lips. How strange it was to pronounce it now – almost as if she
were pronouncing the word of her lover. One wet lick rubbed over her clit and Marilyn
bit more blood from her bottom lip. What was she letting happen? Had she lost her
mind? A dog, a damned dog, that's all he was!
"Uh!" Champ pressed harder. She could feel her ass tight against the corner of the bar.
Electric-like flashes raced up and down her thighs, taking place of that tingle that had
started this whole mess. Marilyn tried pushing the dog away but Champ wouldn't go.
He could sense that she really wanted him to stay. And stay he did, drawing his sloppy
tongue up and down her thighs until they were glistening with his hot, thick spit.
"Uhhhhh... oh Champ! No! No!" Marilyn knew she couldn't make him stop. Things
were happening too quickly, too fast. She tried moving toward the sofa. How weak her
legs were! It was as if she had been stricken with some kind of paralysis. Marilyn raised
her hand again and this time she pushed herself forward when Champ scooted away.
"God!"
Somehow Marilyn managed to make it to the sofa, steadying herself against one of the
armrests. Champ followed, his paws padding after her. Marilyn thought of the dog's
sharp teeth as she sat on the sofa and she shuddered.
"Champ, just go in the kitchen and eat. Wouldn't you like to have some more dinner,
baby?"
The dog only stared blankly at her, lowering his eyes and gazing at her pussy. Marilyn
blushed again. She was letting this dog touch her, actually letting it happen! She chilled,
thinking about what was going on. Champ moved forward again, butting her knees
open and squeezing between her thighs. This time Marilyn did nothing to stop him.
Oh, this was awful, terrible!
Her cunt ached from the tensions of desire, and now it was getting worse from that
sudden, wet attack from her animal. Marilyn gasped, drawing her fingernails roughly
over the brocade couch material. She was excited by this animal. The more he drew his
tongue over her flesh, the more she wanted his touch! Marilyn wriggled her ass-cheeks
over the couch cushions, feeling them sink comfortably in the material.
"Champ..."
How could she be expected to remain unaffected while her cunt was being mouthed by
the dog? It was friction, just friction the woman told herself as she pushed her legs out
in front of her. Just one wet surface rubbing against another, drawing out all these
wonderful feelings.
"Ohhhhh... oh my God! What's happening to me? What am I doing?"
Her words were half gasps, half pants as her chest tightened from the wild excitement.
Again Marilyn tried pushing Champ away. But he simply nuzzled between her thighs
and pushed in. Marilyn let out another cry, rubbing her shoulders against the back of
the couch. It was that tenderness, that gentle wet brush of his tongue that made her
eyes close tightly. She knew she wanted more – more of that wonderful sensation
caused by the dog.
"Champ... uhhhh, lick me, lick me, move that tongue around like that!"
She was actually giving in to the animal, telling him just how to lick her. It was so
devastating! It was just like those wicked times during her high school days when she
had been tempted to touch herself, to finger her cunt. But her mother had caught her
doing it once and had punished her severely. Even now it was difficult for Marilyn to
bring herself off that way. But now the dog was doing it for her!
Champ was trying to reach her drenched panties again. His tongue stretched, brushing
over the wet narrow pink band of nylon halving her cuntlips. It was too much. Marilyn
groaned, moving down on the couch cushion. She pushed her hips forward.
Champ whimpered appreciatively, moving the long tip of his nose from side to side.
Marilyn closed her mind to what lay ahead of her. All she cared about now was
Champ's tongue and the beautiful, wonderful feelings he was drawing from her pussy
with it.


Chapter 2

"Uhhhhh... oh lick me, Champ. Oh, move that tongue around my pussy like that!"
Marilyn groaned, drawing her feet up off the floor.
Her knees moved up until they were nearly touching her tits. She still had her panties
on and surely, she thought, there was some kind of recompense for that. Even while
letting the dog between her legs, letting him tongue her so shamelessly like that, she
was keeping her briefs on. She had some pride left.
Champ moved in for the kill, licking her hard. The nylon was stretched so thin and was
so wet Marilyn might as well have been wearing nothing at all. She could feel every
move of his tongue, every shiver of his snout as it slipped up and down against her cunt
crack.
Marilyn rolled her head from side to side, strands of her long blonde hair clinging to
the corners of her mouth. Not since her late husband had fucked her had Marilyn felt
such powerful feelings singeing her clit. The soles of her feet were brushing against the
sagging front edge of the sofa cushion. She was trying to get herself in a spread-eagle
position here on the couch. What on earth was she doing? she asked herself.
The spit-wet nylon pressed against her inner cuntlips, forcing them wide apart. Marilyn
could hear the blood rushing in her ears. At times she thought she could hear the wild
pounding of her heart as the dog's tongue slopped up and down over her pussy. She
wasn't really doing this, was she? It was all some accident, some horrible mistake.
Perhaps it was one of her dreams, those awful erotic dreams where... 
"Ohhhhh, Champ, your tongue, your tongue!" Marilyn squealed.
She cinched her eyes shut tight once more, her face a wrinkled mask of pleasure as the
dog kept on mouthing the area around her clit. She had both hands down around his
head now, her fingers fanned against his fur. Champ looked at her through slitted eyes
and growled.
Marilyn shivered, feeling the dog opening his mouth wide and pressing those white
fangs into the flesh of her right thigh.
"Uhhh... ohhhhh!"
He couldn't keep doing this. He just couldn't keep touching her this way. But try as she
might Marilyn couldn't muster the strength and courage to shove Champ away from
her. He was biting her lightly now, pressing those killer fangs into her white flesh. She
could feel the tendons and muscles separating under that pressure. The animal was just
trying to show her who was boss. Marilyn knew and dropped her hands from his face,
feeling completely in his power.
"No, Champ, no..."
She opened her eyes and looked at the wall clock: ten-thirty. What if her daughter were
to walk in and find her this way-spread open by the animal, her skirt hiked to her waist
while Champ was licking her cunt through her panties? Marilyn shook her head. No,
she could never survive that kind of shame. She had to get up, get out from this horror.
But Champ wouldn't let her move!
Marilyn sucked in a ragged breath. Champ let her go for the flash of an instant. Then
he bit in once more, a bit higher on her right thigh. She twisted her torso against the
couch, her feet beating against the floor while her fists dug into the cushions. She was
gasping, breathing with the greatest of effort as the dog licked and bit at her. Oh yes,
yes, she loved feeling him crawl on top of her, forcing her thighs farther apart.
She tasted blood from her lip and that was good. She needed to punish herself for
letting things go so far. Yes, that was the price for such a delicious, overwhelming
feeling. She drew her knees up a little farther now. The sloppy nylon crotch band was
pulling into a twisted rope, falling to one side. It exposed the red, swollen lips of her
cunt.
Champ grunted with excitement as he saw this. Lunging at the glistening surfaces that
had been peeled open, the German shepherd growled with happiness and excitement.
That growl produced a groan from Marilyn as she rocked and rolled under the dog's
hot tonguing.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Champ seemed madder than before. He gouged his claws against her thighs, leaving
long red marks on her white flesh. She loved that roughness, that scratching sensation
that accompanied his licking. How overwhelming it was having his snout moving up
and down, up and down against the furry crack of her pussy.
"Nice, oh good, ohhhhh Champ, that's it!" Marilyn gasped, drawing her fingers
through his warm fur. "Touch me like that with your tongue!"
The woman was writhing on the couch now, her thighs hugging the big, thick-muscled
animal tightly as he licked deep into her. She knew his black nostrils were plunging in
and out of her wet cunthole. She could feel it, could hear the slick, trenching sounds of
his maw rubbing up and into her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhh... fuck it out, Champ. Oh God, yes, fuck me with that tongue!"
Marilyn felt herself whirling out of control. What few defenses she might have had
tumbled under the animal's constant oral attack.
Marilyn pushed out one leg, curling her toes until they cramped. The excruciating,
aching tickle was getting worse and worse. She was building steadily toward a wild cum,
Marilyn could see that. And yet she couldn't seem to get the meaning of it all – if
indeed there was some meaning. Her senses reeled at the dog's touch.
"Champ!"
What was she doing? What on earth was she doing pushing her right hand down to her
pussy, peeling down her sticky, wet panties? Marilyn thought the world surely had to
be crashing down around her as she felt the elastic waistband of her pink briefs
scraping teasingly over her flesh. Raising her ass slightly from the couch, she found
herself sliding those panties down over her knees. In a moment the briefs were clinging
to her ankles and with a quick flip of her legs Marilyn discarded her panties. How every
square inch of her body longed for the touch of that tongue.
"Uhhhhh!"
How wet, how soaked she was down there! Oh, it had been so very long since someone,
something, had touched her like that! She was overwhelmed by it all. Sliding that shaky
hand farther, she could feel the dog's tongue licking between her fingers, brushing up
to her knuckles. She unbuttoned her white blouse, opening it until it exposed the white
ribbed cups of her bra. She would strip for the animal and he would fuck her. Yes, he
would fuck her! She had to have that feeling, that sensation of something very hard and
hot in her cunt.
"Good doggie, good... oh yes, Champ, you're going to fuck me." How odd the words
seemed as she crawled off the couch and shrugged the blouse off her narrow shoulders.
Reaching back, Marilyn unsnapped her bra, letting the cups slide from her thirty-eight
inch tits. Stepping from her black skirt was easy. In another moment Marilyn was on
the floor, kneeling in front of the panting dog, holding his head while pressing her
forehead against his.
"Oh, you naughty, naughty dog. You know what you're making me do and feel?"
Champ whimpered, twisting his head around and licking her friendly across the throat.
Marilyn threw back her head and laughed, feeling herself casting off the last few
remaining ropes of restraint. Nothing mattered now. Her daughter, the neighbors,
everything had fallen to the wayside as she thought about her aching pussy and the dog
who would take care of that delicious pressure.
"Fuck me, Champ, do it, do it now," Marilyn cried.
Crawling onto her hands and knees, the woman turned around until she had her
forehead pressed against the front edge of the sofa cushions. Marilyn could feel the sexy
tugging weight of her tits as they hung freely from her upper chest. The stiff-nippled
ends brushed over the carpeting as she angled her ass up for the dog.
"This way, Champ, fuck me this way. Oh yes, fuck me doggie style!"
Marilyn panted heavily, her chest tightening as the juice dribbled down the backs of her
thighs. Her fingers curled into the thick blue plush carpeting as Marilyn waited –
waited for the animal to fuck her. She wagged her ass, feeling her cuntal crack pull
stickily apart, revealing the dark moist red meat of her pussy.
"Uhhhhh!"
Champ was nosing around back there, licking her full, white, round ass cheeks. Again
Marilyn wagged her ass, grunting like a pig, wanting to feel the animal's tongue in her.
But much more, she wanted to feel that knobby prick sliding into her cunt.
"Fuck me, Champ."
There was the feel of paws scratching at her ass. Marilyn sucked in a deep breath,
holding it when she felt his forelegs bracing up against the rounded tops of her ass
cheeks. He was crawling slowly onto her, whimpering, trying to get his balance. Slowly,
steadily Marilyn felt the furry weight of his belly pressing against her back. Her spine
curved downward from the pressure as Champ nuzzled his maw against the back of her
neck. She shivered. The touch of something very hot and slick and pointy brushed over
her cuntal crack.
His cock! Oh yes, it was his cock, that pointy thing she had caught sight of earlier!
Marilyn threw her head back, opening her mouth and letting out a sigh of delight. It
was going to happen, finally it was going to happen. She was going to get fucked –
fucked by a dog, but fucked nonetheless. All her erotic dreams had been pointing to
this night, she felt, as Marilyn readied herself for the dog's randy fucking.
"Do it, Champ, do it to me!"
Her words were nearly a babble. Champ had moved his forelegs around to a position
just below her tits, holding her tightly while pressing his hindquarters up against the
backs of her legs. Marilyn sucked in another throaty breath, feeling her nostrils burning
from the oxygen she sucked in to feed her trembling body. Her pussy was swollen open
with sexual heat. Again something very hot and slick brushed over her ass crack.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Marilyn was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the dog on. Flashes of fear and
shame and excitement alternated with one another as lust poured through the woman's
reeling mind. White-hot flashes of pleasure scorched her pussy walls as she teetered on
the fringe of satisfying her wild needs. She had to have that animal, and had to have
him now!
"Fuck me, Champ! Fuck..."
A warm trickle of juice ran down her thigh as the dog backed up, his bushy gray tail
high in the air. His ears flattened back against his powerful head as Champ readied
himself for the fuck. "Uhf"
Marilyn sobbed in her confusion and lust, her head hanging down between her jutting
shoulder blades. The animal's red cock slipped into her cuntal mouth, the barb of his
prick rodding into her. Her elbows bowed out, her torso lowering to the floor. Champ
was fucking her, drilling her into the floor while his forelegs held onto her. She felt his
hindquarters trembling a bit. Then the animal shoved down and forward hard, taking
away her breath as his cock plowed through the slick, itchy channel of her pussy.
"Ohhh... huhhhhrrr! Huhhhhhrrrrr!"
Marilyn straightened herself, pushing up from the floor and staring wildly at the sofa
before her. Brilliant flashes of light exploded in her head. Champ had pushed his
knobby prick all the way in her! How her cuntal walls snuggled up to the strange,
invading prick, cinching around it. The woman let out another gasp, her eyes wide,
perspiration streaking her flushed face. She wanted the dog to fuck her all the way!
"Champ, oh do it, Champ, do it to me!"
The big animal was fucking her regularly now, his powerful hips slamming, against her
ass. Each forward thrust shook her ass-cheeks, making them shiver and jiggle against
one another. She could feel his hot spit dripping down the back of her neck, slicking
her flesh as the bony prick sliced into her again and again.
"Huhhhhnr! Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrr!"
Each bump squeezing past her tightening cunt lips drew more excitement from her.
Marilyn tossed her head from side to side, gasping, wheezing, wanting more of that
wonderful sensation scorching her veins. It was wonderful, the best feeling she had had
in years! How Champ played with her, toyed with her as if he were her human lover.
When she groaned, close to climax, he slowed, whimpering above her. Then she could
feel his forelegs tighten around her chest, nearly squeezing the air from her. The
woman angled her ass up, trying to make it easier for the big animal to drive his cock
rod deep into her.
"Oh God, God, oh no! It's so good! I'm going to die!" Marilyn groaned. "I just know
it... oh, fuck me... fuck... fuck me, Champ!"
The woman was groaning, long strings of drool oozing from the corners of her mouth.
Her arms trembled, threatening to collapse.
"Fuck!"
Then, she let her elbows bow out completely. Pressing one cheek against the plush
carpeting, Marilyn fucked back, banging her ass against the dog's humping groin. She
could feel those furry little balls brushing up again and again against her cunt. His 
furry haunches pressed against her thighs.
Wriggling in the dog's grasp, Marilyn was excruciatingly aware of her helplessness. But
she liked that feeling, the sensation of being overwhelmed, of being completely
overpowered by the big animal. He was riding her down into the floor, his knobby cock
touching all the sensitive spots in her juicy cunt. She could hear the dog snapping at
thin air, hear him growling as he was about to dump his load of doggie spunk into her
pussy.
"Love it... oh God, I love this! Oh, fuck me harder, Champ, harder!"
Marilyn was gasping in lungfuls of air, loving the feel of the dog's furred belly pressing
against her ass cheeks and back. Her nipples scraped deliciously over the carpeting as
he fucked powerfully into her drenched cunt. Those squishy noises his cock made! The
sensation of that thick hunk of dogmeat in her cunt took her breath away. She clenched
her fingers into two tight fists, pounding them against the floor.
"Cummmmmmm..."
The word escaped her lips like a cry for help. Marilyn cinched her eyes shut yet again,
feeling her mind exploding into millions of brightly colored pieces. The world was
coming to an end and she and the pooch were a part of that finale. Marilyn drew the
backs of her legs together, letting her toes curl around one another. The juice seemed to
ooze freely from her cunt, slicking between the cheeks of her ass.
Grinding her hips hungrily, Marilyn waited impatiently, feeling the hot-chilly rush of
climax exploding in her pussy. She liked it, liked the anticipation, the wait for that final
spasm. Groaning, the woman felt her clit become hot and swollen, pulsing with a
raging tickle that jolted cries of delight from her throat. Champ shoved in one more
time then held her tightly. His body was twitching atop hers, his forelegs hugging her
like two furry vises. Cumming! He was cumming in her, shooting in his wads while
howling.
"Oh noooooo!"
Marilyn felt herself being pushed into sexual madness. A core of white-hot joy burned
into her cunt. That core was Champ, his thick cock fucking her so beautifully! And
then he was humping like a maniac as she came and came and came!
"Huhrhrhhrhrhrrr!"
Marilyn's climactic cries mixed with those of the dog. When they were through, she felt
herself sinking to the floor, sobbing and crying out how good it felt as the dog began
sliding off her.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh, that was sooooo good, Champ. So goooood! We're going to have to
do this again, won't we?" Marilyn cooed.
The animal jumped off, curling himself and walking around in circles while bobbing his
head. Finally he slumped down to the floor with a heavy thud, licking his cock and
balls. Marilyn pushed herself up from the living room floor, twisting her head around
and staring at the big animal. How handsome and powerful he was!
Reaching out, Marilyn gathered up her clothes, finally feeling some strength returning
to her. She stood up, brushing the long blonde hair from her eyes and licking her dry
lips. Marilyn could feel the cum and juice running down the insides of her thighs.
She was still somewhat awash with various sensations. Had she enjoyed herself? Had
she done something so terrible, so awful that she could never look at herself in the
mirror? One look at the big animal licking his shrinking doggie cock and Marilyn
wasn't certain.
Her daughter could never know about this! That was clear. They were having enough
communication problems already. What if... Marilyn brushed it from her mind. This
would be the last time, she told herself. No more, no more. Marilyn hurried from the
living room to the stairs, wondering when Christy would finally come home.


Chapter 3

"Billy, stop it!"
"Aw, c'mon, Christy. Nobody's gonna see us doin' anything."
Christy hesitated, sucking in her pouty lower lip and biting down. She felt excited, the
most excited she'd been in her whole young life. But letting some guy see her pussy,
well, that was something she wasn't sure about. Billy was upstairs with her in his
bedroom. Christy could hear the dull thudding of the rock music below, occasionally
punctuated by loud conversation that managed to make it up the stairs and down the
darkened corridor.
"That's not it, Billy. I just don't think it's right."
Christy crossed her legs at the ankles, smoothing down the light blue party dress she
had worn especially for this occasion. Billy Willis was running his fingers through his
short brown hair impatiently, shifting his weight from leg to leg. She knew what he
wanted. Her mother had told her that time and time again. Men wanted one thing,
Marilyn said, and when they've gotten it, you'll never set eyes on them again!
Christy lowered her eyes, feeling the blush on her cheeks spreading. Was Billy
different? Tonight certainly was. All the dancing and laughing had excited her more
than before. It was getting late and still Christy felt as if the night had just begun.
Billy had been doing funny things to her, telling her all sorts of things about herself,
things she liked hearing. And then when his mom wasn't watching he had taken her by
the hand, pulling her away from the rest of the kids up to his bedroom. Now, sitting on
the edge of his bed, she wasn't sure if she should stay or just get up and walk away.
"Look, I promise I won't... you know, get inside or anything like that," Billy said,
shaking a loose lock of hair from his forehead. "Billy!"
Christy didn't particularly like where this conversation was leading. He had already
assumed she was going to let him take off her clothes! Christy frowned.
"It's no big thing for some girls," Billy complained.
"Well, it is for me," Christy said, glad she was a cut above some of those other girls.
"Look, I promise I won't do anything you don't like," Billy said, sauntering to the bed.
Christy felt her pulse leap. Drawing one hand to her throat, she leaned back, quickly
realizing that was the wrong pose to take.
"Don't, Billy! If you try anything I swear I'll scream!" Christy said shakily.
"like I said, if you don't like it, I promise I'll stop."
He took her by the hand, pulling her up from the bed. Christy felt a little better being
off the mattress. But then he grabbed at her hungrily, his hands gathering up her fluffy
dress. She slid her feet back, feeling panicky all over again. He was kissing her hair,
hunching into her and moaning.
"Don't..."
"I want you so bad, really bad!" he gasped. "I'm scared, Billy," Christy said truthfully.
But the young blonde teen was also terribly excited. She wanted the young football
quarterback as badly as he wanted her. But Christy somehow didn't think it was proper
for her to be showing her feelings of arousal just yet. She was inexperienced, not even
knowing if she should really be alone with Billy or not.
"Really bad," Billy moaned, dropping his mouth to her neck and kissing her there.
Christy let him touch her all over, closing her eyes and tilting back her head. A wave of
some feeling she wasn't quite sure of swept over her. She felt a hand around the zipper
down the back of her dress. In a moment Billy was opening her gown, halving it, then
sliding it down her back. Christy moaned in protest but still did nothing about it. Her
heart was beating so fast!
"Billy..."
The young stud smoothed his hands over her naked back, slipping his fingers under her
bra strap. Christy sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling the cups press against her fully
developed tits. How her nipples tingled with excitement while a swarmy kind of heat
gathered around the fuzzy bundle between her thighs. When Billy was moving one
hand down to the elastic band of her panties, however, Christy stopped him. That was
going too far, simply too far!
"Leave them on, please!"
Billy pulled away, smiling down at her. There was a change in his attitude. He was
more mature, almost condescending in the way he stared down at her. It frightened and
aroused young Christy to an even greater degree.
"like I said, anything you don't want, I won't do," Billy promised.
Christy sighed with relief. Maybe just fooling around a little wouldn't be too bad. He
was pushing her back, back toward the bed once more. Christy felt the mattress
brushing against the backs of her legs. Billy pushed her shoulders and she tumbled
back, her knees rising a little from the sheets.
In a moment he was on her, pushing her back, taking her by the ankles and shoving
the girl up against the headboard. What was he doing? Billy half climbed onto the bed,
holding her by the calves. Christy felt his fingers pressing into her flesh. Then he
moved his head up and she could feel his ears up against her thighs.
"Uhhhh... no Billy, oh no, no! Oh God, wh-what are you doing to me?"
He was licking her dampened panty crotch! Christy stared at him with wide, shocked
eyes, unable to speak for the tightness in her throat.
She could actually feel his lips moving against the stretched-thin material. And then
there was his tongue, pressing in against the wet nylon.
Christy pushed feebly against Billy, then dropped her hands as the lusty rub of his
mouth and tongue took over. Her slim ass flattened against the bed as her breathing
became heavy, labored. For a second she thought she might scream. Then Christy felt
her fear skittering away, being replaced by a warm, pulsing goodness that spread
through her belly and cunt.
"Billy... uhhhh, no, don't take down my panties!" Christy protested.
His hands were snaking up her belly, kneading her flesh, reaching up to her tits.
Christy moaned, arching her spine while pushing her head back in the crushed pillow
behind her. She could hear the bed groaning and squeaking with their double weight. It
was getting so hard to breathe! Billy kept saying things about how nice and fine and hot
she was. Strands of her long blonde hair tangled around her throat as she felt herself
losing control.
"Lemme suck your tongue," Billy growled.
He crawled on top of her, his hands cupping her ass while he kept dry-fucking her with
his thighs. Christy gasped, feeling something terribly hot against her crotch panel. Was
it his cock? No, she. hadn't heard the zipper go down. But it had to be his prick,
pressing against the front of his Levi's, throbbing, hard, rubbing up against her.
Christy found herself giving her tongue to him a bit too willingly, and yet, when he
pulled it deep between his teeth, she loved it. He bit and sucked at it until she found
herself whimpering through her nose. His hands were massaging and kneading her ass
cheeks through her panties, pulling down the briefs slowly. Christy let out another cry,
shoving her ass down into the mattress.
"I said no, Billy. Please, don't... I'm not ready for something like that."
"Okay, okay."
He was breathing so hard now, his voice gravelly as he moved down back to a position
between her knees. Her panties were spitty-damp against her cunt lips. And then Billy
was doing it again, eating her cunt through her briefs. The feeling was unbelievable!
Christy was grunting, jerking her head from side to side while feeling the world swirl
around her.
Then, suddenly Billy countered her demands, curling his fingers around the waistband
of her panties and pulling them down to her ankles. Christy's eyes flickered open the
moment she felt the slick rub of her panties over her thighs. Her hands jerked down to
stop him but it was no use. Immediately she could feel the cool draft in the room
rustling through her wet cunt hairs. She nearly screamed, feeling sure she would be
raped!
"No, oh no! Billy, no! Don't take them off! Give me back my panties!"
Billy slipped them off her flailing legs, tossing them to one side then moving back to
her cunt. Again Christy lunged, desperately trying to hide her cunt from the young boy.
Catching her hands, he knocked them away, shoving Christy roughly back onto the
bed.
"No, don't!"
"You're gonna like it. Licking you through your panties isn't good enough for me,"
Billy growled, running his tongue up and down her inner thighs.
"No!"
His cheeks were wedged between her slender thighs. Suddenly Christy felt as if she
were floating around the room, completely free. He was actually sucking her pussy,
sticking his tongue down into her cunt and wriggling it around and around! The
smooth, silky rub of Billy's lips was a furious new sensation.
.Christy rocked her body from left to right, her fingers clawing at the wrinkled
bedspread as Billy kept feeding on her pussy. The slick clicking sounds of his mouth
against her cunt made her shiver. Christy knew she simply didn't have the power to
make him stop. Calling out for help was out of the question. Christy doubted she had
the power to make a sound.
Her chest heaved up and down as Billy began moving his tongue around and around
like some obscene spoon. She shifted her thighs against the bed, feeling her ass cheeks
spreading as Billy cupped her ass. The young stud kept kneading her ass, spreading the
round globes, pushing one or two fingers into the sweat-sticky cunt crack until the
fingertips were sliding dangerously close to her asshole.
"No!"
But Christy wasn't really protesting any longer. She liked what was happening to her.
She liked the feel of Billy's cheeks rubbing against her inner thighs, the sensation of his
lips pressing against her pussy lips. And that tongue! Christy blushed to think about it
as it skewered her like a cock!
"Ohhhhh!"
The girl felt the flooding juices of her pussy seeping from her cunt slit. The tickling of
his cuntal kisses was so much more delicate than anything she could have imagined.
And oh, he wasn't just kissing it any longer. He was mouthing it, sticking his tongue
in, licking deep into her pussy. Then Christy felt him rimming the edge of her cuntal
mouth with the tip of his tongue. It was wild, better than anything she could have
possibly imagined. Christy arched her spine once more, placing the weight of her body
on her wallowing shoulder blades.
"Billy, what are you doing to me?"
Billy only answered with a growl as he feasted on her dripping young cunt. His strong
fingers pressed into the soft places behind her knees, spreading her open inch by inch.
Christy groaned once more, pressing one flushed cheek against the pillow. She felt as if
he were tearing her in two, spreading her until she would surely rip apart.
Then, without thinking about it, Christy began moving her hips. She groaned loudly,
not caring any longer if someone walking by could hear her moans of delight. In the
distance Christy could still hear the rock music thud-thudding through the walls. If
only the gang downstairs could see her now!
"Ohhh, Billy, when you do it like that, ohhhh, I'm going crazy!"
"Thought you'd dig it."
Billy snaked his tongue up from her pussy, driving the tip into her sunken navel. He
was licking her all over now, leaving long spitty trails on her belly and chest flesh. His
hands moved up around her back once more, the fingers fumbling with the bra strap.
Christy helped him, raising her body slightly from the bed. Immediately she felt the
cups loosen around her tits. He was sliding the bra off and
Billy paused in his cunt-eating, staring at her, his eyes reflecting his excitement.
"Nice body. Just like I thought it would be."
"Oh, we should stop it! Billy, it's going too far," Christy weakly protested.
Again weak fears assailed her. She thought about Billy, about how excited he was, about
how excited she was. How could she stop him if he decided to fuck her?
"Oh no!"
He was mouthing her tits now, licking the nipples while squeezing her ass. And then he
took one tit in his mouth, nibbling on the rubbery end while sucking as hard as he
could. Christy thought she would lose her mind with the sensation. She ran her
slender, shaky fingers through his hair, crooning out his name while rubbing her ass
against the mattress. Then Billy was moving back down between her thighs once more.
She had closed her legs again and now his touch brought out a moan from deep inside
her.
The girl spread her legs once more to let him find her clit again. She sucked in another
shuddery breath, feeling her mind spinning around and around. Billy was moving one
hand around,, caressing her hot, buttery, feather-soft cuntlips. She grunted, Clinging to
him. He rolled a thumb back and forth, brushing the nail against her clit. Christy
thought she would die of sensation.
"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh!"
Christy felt her breathing go out of control. It was gaspy, shallow and hot. And there
was Billy, halving her cunt with his mouth, pressing his chin against the wet bottom
junction of her cunt lips. Christy felt high, dizzy, as though she were falling through a
consuming world of touch, taste and smell. Her thin arms spasmed as Billy kept licking
into her. Christy dragged her fingernails along his neck. His tongue was stabbing up
inside her, then slowly pulling back.
"Fuck," Billy moaned.
"No, no!"
Again Christy was terrified of the consequences. They had gone too far! She would have
to stop him. But how could she stop anything when she was higher than he was? She
had started pumping her ass in the steady hunching spasms of fucking. She was fucking
his mouth! It was so unbelievable how that tiny tickle between her legs was building.
She rolled her head from side to side, sweat burning into her eyes and nostrils.
"Uh... uhhh... uhhhhh!"
The gasps and grunts broke from her throat. Billy's fingers were rubbing the hollows of
her thighs where they met her body. Christy had the most burning desire for him to
finger her cunt while he licked in. Billy seemed again to guess what she wanted.
"No, ohhhhh God!"
Billy was putting two fingers together and sliding them into her pussy while licking
steadily at her clit. Billy growled, watching her throwing her ass around in a wild
abandon. Christy felt the world slipping from her. There were no sounds other than her
groans, no feelings other than those delicious wet ones between her shivering white
thighs. She was drooling, tossing her head as he fucked in and out of her cunt with his
closed fingers. And still he was sucking her clit between his teeth. Christy could hardly
keep still enough for him to give her enough friction. But when the tickle became too
teasing, the blonde teen forced herself to quit bucking so Billy could eat her cunt better.
And still he kept working those fingers deep inside her body. He was touching her
cherry! Christy tucked her ass back.
"No!"
"Wow! Never guessed you could be a virgin or something," Billy said, staring at her
with surprised eyes.
"I am. That's why... that's why I don't want you to fuck me and-uhhhhh!"
Billy went back to fucking her with his fingers and tongue, staying clear of her cherry.
Christy was grateful for this, feeling more relaxed as she abandoned herself to the wild
feelings between her legs. Billy was digging his teeth against her soft cuntal lining,
plowing his knuckles against the slick folds. She felt the suction of her body trying to
nurse those fingers as if they were a cock.
Christy felt herself spinning more frantically out of control. Yes, she was going to cum.
Oh yes, she could feel herself teetering on that delicious brink, one moment from
madness as Billy sucked her pussy harder.
"Nooooo... oh God, no, no, please, oh God, Billy, gonna do it!"
"Go for it, baby, go for it!"
Christy was cumming. She couldn't stop herself. Thrashing, bucking, she felt the
feverish, itching thrills burst in her belly, then exploding deep in her cunt. She curved
her slim body up, holding the sides of Billy's head with her thighs as her ass writhed up
for more of his mouth. Each explosion racked her senses in slow motion. She could feel
the glossy rub, the tickle that grew to an itch and then an aching, wild madness. It was
so slow, so maddeningly slow. Christy thought she would lose her mind.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Billy kept licking and sucking. Christy didn't even remember the last of it. It was
simply a wonderful paradise of slick, satiny hot wildness that finally oozed away. Her
lips were so dry she had to lick them. Billy was standing by the bed. She could feel his
chest, his arms. She felt so odd, so soft. Did Billy care for her? Did it matter? She
pushed herself up on her elbows. What was he doing?
"No!"
Christy thought she was dreaming. But no. Billy was obviously thinking about fucking
her. He had his cock out now and he was staring at her. Christy shook her head,
moving away, wondering how on earth she could escape.


Chapter 4

"Christy!"
"No, no! You promised you weren't going to do anything I didn't want!" she screamed,
putting one hand over her mouth and pointing.
He had pushed his trousers off and was standing there naked by the bed, his cock
standing straight, pointing at her. Christy swallowed a lump of terror. She had caught
him putting something on over his prick, something soft-looking but with a whole lot
of bumps and barbs and nipples, that stuck out from it in all directions.
Her feet were on the rug before she knew what was happening. Dressing hurriedly, the
young girl managed to keep Billy at bay until she scooped up her sandals, unlocked the
door and rushed into the corridor. She filled her lungs with air, feeling very dizzy still.
Halfway down the hall Christy remembered her panties. Forget them, she thought, just
get out of that house!
She felt weak and giddy and half-crazed from the wonderful things that Billy had done
to her. But she had to run. What on earth had made her let Billy do those terrible
things? Oh, if her mother ever found out she would be thrown onto the street!
"Hey!"
Christy didn't know who she'd run into until she pushed her blonde hair from her eyes.
"Oh, have you seen Billy?"
It was his mother, searching the corridor for her son.
"Uh, no, Mrs. Willis," Christy said, trying to regain some composure. "I was just using
the bathroom up here and, no, haven't seen Billy."
"Everyone's downstairs, dear. Have a good time," Mrs. Willis called out.
Christy barely made it down the stairs. They had nearly been caught, and by his
mother! Calming herself as she descended the stairs, Christy looked at all the other girls
and guys. Could they tell she'd been to bed with a guy? Nobody looked. But Christy
felt as if she were wearing some awful badge. She moved among them, hardly noticing
anyone. When she was about to call her mother for a ride home, Billy came up to her.
"Don't. Don't drag me away again," Christy protested, feeling something like a rush of
anger and excitement race through her.
"Just wanted to dance."
Billy was looking at her differently than he had all night.
"Your mom was right there. If I'd let you try something in there-"
"I know. Maybe sometime later," he said, arching his eyebrows.
He was almost cocky. For a moment Christy thought he was going to make an
announcement to everyone and tell them what a hot number she was.
"I wanna go home, Billy. I'm tired and besides I promised my mom I'd be home early.
Please."
Billy looked around and shrugged. "Sure," he said.
"And no funny stuff in the car," Christy said pointedly.
"Won't try a thing," he said, raising his hand in promise. "I've gotta get back here right
away, right? It's my party."
Christy wanted to say something about her panties but she just couldn't think clearly
right now. She had to get home, home to her own bed where she could try to work
things out.
They left the party, moving to the back area where Billy's Mustang II was parked.
Christy slipped in, pulling down the hem of her skirt so he wouldn't see she was
wearing no panties.
"Nice outside."
"Yes."
She felt absolutely naked in that short, short dress and no panties. Her hot little cunt
was pressed down against the cool plastic car seat. It was wetting it with juice. Billy had
gotten her so hot! But the only image that stuck in her mind now was of him putting
that strange-looking thing on his cock. Had he really been thinking of using it on her?
Her cunt tightened. She didn't know anything about those kinds of things. She only
knew they scared her.
"I'll get you home fast."
He certainly did. Billy pulled from his drive with squealing tires, rocketing down the
street toward her home. Christy was glad he wasn't in a talkative mood. She guessed he
was relishing what had happened between them up there in the bedroom. Christy
blushed furiously, wishing she could just get away from him and walk home. But it was
late. And the thought of her walking home alone in the dark with no panties frightened
her. Her mother would certainly have noticed that something was wrong if she had
called her for a ride. All in all, Christy was glad Billy had agreed to take her home.
When they stopped in front of her big house, Christy darted from the car, slamming
the door and moving slowly up the long walk. Billy peeled rubber as he careened
around the drive and back onto the street. He was happier than hell about what had
happened up there in his bedroom. Christy shook the hair back from her face,
breathing deeply.
Christy was about to go upstairs when she saw her mother asleep on the couch in the
living room. There was an empty glass on its side on the floor. Her mother had been
drinking again. Christy had seen her mother drunk before but she hadn't ever seen her
mother in that kind of position – her gown opened at the front, hiked to her thighs,
exposing her cunt.
The glimpse of the thick, brown hair at Marilyn's cunt shocked the young teen slightly.
She'd seen her mother naked before, of course, but she hadn't seen her that way in
some time. What was her mother doing on the couch wearing no panties, with her
dressing gown wide open that way?Moving to one side, Christy picked up the glass and
sniffed: Scotch. "Mother?"
Christy tried waking her but Marilyn continued to sleep, her even, soft snores filling
the room. Christy started to go upstairs, but turned instead to the kitchen. Her mind
was still galloping from her evening at Billy's house. She moved to the large room and
ran herself a glass of water. Then the young teen went to the French doors that opened
to the formal garden in the back. She could see the small white columns, the flower
garden in the moonlight. Yes, they were lucky to have all this. Her father had left them
well-off.
The cool air felt good against her arms. Christy walked into the night air, sipping the
cool water, thinking about what had happened to her. Nothing had prepared her for it,
God knows. The grass felt cool and tickly on the bottoms of her feet as she removed her
sandals. Again Christy thought of the way Billy had held her, of how his hands had
rubbed her ass cheeks while his mouth fitted so nicely and tightly over her hot little
cunt.
That touch, that mouth, that tongue! Christy's fingers trembled against the glass as she
thought of the feelings assailing her. How delicious it had been, in spite of her protests.
Only Billy's last move had spoiled it .She could never let him fuck her. His cock was so
big, so... so huge! And that thing he was putting on it! Christy shivered at the thought
of it.
She stopped, biting her lower lip. Now the young girl realized there had been a part of
her that had wanted to do it. She would have fought him tooth and nail. But still the
thought of Billy mounting her, of Billy fucking her, burned in her mind. She knew he
was certain she would give in and that thought made her blush furiously.
Something glinting in the light from the moon made her bend her knees and crouch
down. She got to her knees in the grass. It was a rock, just a rock. Christy didn't hear
the German shepherd until his claws came across the flagstones behind her. Christy
stiffened, wondering for a second what that sound might be. It was so dark and she was
so on edge. Then she smiled. Champ, of course! He'd come out to greet her.
Christy began getting up and stretching out one hand to greet him. She was met with a
sudden hot wash of a tongue between her ass cheeks. The touch made her drop her
glass, the tumbler shattering into a million pieces on the rock.
"Champ!"
What on earth had gotten into the dog? She staggered to her feet, then fell, tumbling
onto her left side in the dew-damp grass. Champ pursued her, his strong legs bumping
the insides of her thighs and spreading them apart. His tongue was everywhere,
washing down her arms, her throat, then moving down to her pussy. Christy was
stunned for the moment, her arms at her sides. Then she realized what that horrid beast
was doing! He was licking her thighs, moving that animal tongue closer to her pussy.
"No!"
Christy bucked away from him, managing to push him away while scooting backward.
She gasped from the wet friction as he raked his tongue over her clit. Her dress
gathered hopelessly around her waist as she tried fighting off the dog.
"Champ... uhhhh, for God's sakes, stop it," she whispered.
Her mother was in the living room. Although she hadn't awakened when Christy shook
her still she might rouse herself at any point. The girl didn't know about booze and
how people slept it off. She thought her mother might come to the French doors and
see her only daughter there sprawled on the ground, the dog licking off her cunt.
"No, stop it!"
Christy felt helpless. Whenever she pushed
Champ he came back and licked her. She was disoriented, confused by the attacking
dog. Wanting to scream, Christy only barely managed to keep down the cry and fight.
"Champ, go back! Go back into the kitchen," she said in as level a voice as she could.
But the dog kept on licking. His paws braced on her inner thighs, the weight of his
powerful body forcing them apart. She looked up, her eyelids heavy with lust. His big
handsome head was bobbing up and down, his ears flattened against the back of his
skull. She saw that bushy tail jerking from left to right as he settled between her thighs
and began feasting on her pussy.
"No!"
It was too much. Having done something like this with Billy was one thing but letting
her pet do it, well, that was simply too much for the young teen. She managed to kick
Champ from her, twisting her body around and staggering to her feet. It was so difficult
for her to run. At first she tried making it back to the house, her chins scraping one of
the white, wrought-iron benches placed around the fishpond. Champ had anticipated
her move, rushing around and standing there in front of the French doors. Christy
stopped, putting one hand to her mouth.
It was like being chased by some mad rapist! She turned, her eyes searching desperately
for somewhere to run, somewhere to escape from Champ.
"No, stay away from me," she whispered hotly as the animal lowered his head and
glowered at her.
Christy had never seen Champ like this. He seemed to be some beast risen from hell.
She moved slowly away from the house, one hand stretched behind her for balance.
Where could she run? There was nothing but pine trees behind her.
"No, Champ, oh God, please! Don't come this way!" she pleaded.
Why hadn't she gone back for her panties? Hadn't there been enough time to gather
them and still get away from Billy with room to spare? But now Champ was there,
ready to pounce on her. Christy cried out and bolted from the fish pond. She knew
Champ was chasing her. She could hear the rapid padding of his toes against the grass.
Her feet thudded against the thick grass, the world spinning around her. It was so dark
outside. Panic gripped her heart with its horrid, icy fingers. Champ jumped and she
could feel those strong forelegs on her back, the underside of his body against her ass.
She stumbled, falling to her knees. Champ began making hunching movements and the
horror of, what was about to happen roused her. Christy cried out, shaking the big
animal from her.
"Get away from me!"
Her words were lost in the outdoors as she scrambled for safety. Again she fell, her
dress sliding up over her naked ass. Champ was on top of her, licking down deep into
her ass crack. The girl groaned, curling her fingers and digging at the soft damp ground
underneath her. Then she felt something very hot and slick gouging at her cunt and the
thought that she might get fucked by him brought her back to her senses. Christy
roused herself, stumbling forward while slapping back at the large dog.
"Horrid, awful animal! Get away from me!" Christy screamed, covering her mouth once
more.
No, she just couldn't shout out what she felt. The neighbors might hear and come out
to see her. Or worse yet, her mother might be awakened and find her with Champ!
That thought drove her wild.
Christy staggered through the darkened garden, Champ nipping at her heels. Twice he
bit at her, as if he were trying to catch an ankle and bring her back down. She was
frantic. He was a big dog and Christy had never been that confident of her power over
him. Now she felt him licking her naked thigh, bumping his black nose between her
running legs.
"No, don't! Get away!"
But Champ pursued her with frightening single-mindedness. Christy let out another
gasp as she felt him shove his pointed snout up to her cunt. There was a tall pine ahead
and the young girl thought of climbing it. If only she could make it to the second set of
branches she would certainly be safe from that tongue.
"Uhhhhhhh."
The tree was just in reach. Wrapping her arms around it, Christy tried climbing. But
she was too weak and her fingers only clawed at the rough bark. Something seemed to
keep bringing her down. Champ was running excitedly under her flailing legs. She tried
twice to kick at him and missed. His muzzle slipped up the inside of one of her thighs
and went deep into her cunt.
The touch of that maw, the feel of the short, stubby fur around his black rubbery lips
sent shivers of excitement and lust through her. Christy let out another cry as she heard
Champ growl and toss his head. The sudden penetration of her pussy brought her
another fiery shiver. Again she weakly tried to climb higher but that was impossible.
Her arms were failing her and with a gasp Christy fell from the tree, landing heavily on
the ground.
"No!"
The girl choked, trying to get some air back into her lungs. Champ was making funny,
growling noises as he plowed her cunt lips open and ate the hot juice that flowed from
her pussy again.
"No, Champ... oh God, stop it, don't, don't make me do this!"
But the German shepherd did not listen. Never had Christy heard of a woman doing
something like this. A dog, a dog touching a woman like this? Christy shook her head.
How could anything like this happen? She touched his ears-perky, furred dog ears, his
long muzzle and opened mouth. The white-fanged fury of his attack drew out another
shuddery groan from her throat. Christy was finally getting her breath back but her
spine hurt where she had fallen.
She closed her thighs finally, trapping his paws between them. At the same time
Christy tried dragging her body backward toward the house. Champ growled and
closed his jaws tighter around her flesh. She felt his fangs going in deeper as he
watched her reaction.
"Stop... oh Champ, no, oh God!"
It was incredible. He was like Billy, a human toying with her. Christy fell back on the
ground, wondering where on earth this would end.


Chapter 5

Champ knew what he was doing. He was nipping her thighs, sinking his front teeth in
until the girl threw back her head in a mixture of pain and excruciating pleasure.
Giving in, Christy finally opened her body to him again. Champ let out a small yip of
triumph and wiggled his nose deep into her cuntal crack.
The rough wetness of his nose excited her clit. He was fucking her with it, drawing his
maw in and out, in and out of her fuzzy pussy slit. She loved it, loved that feeling.
There was something more uninhibited, something much more wild and thrilling about
this than what Billy had done to her. "Uhhhhh, no, no!"
The sloppy, licking friction was so wildly uncontrolled. Champ's tongue drove around
and around, exciting her clit. Christy thought for a moment she was going to cum but
then Champ backed off, mouthing her toes, then licking the backs of her legs. She
sighed with relief, rubbing her feet back and forth over the grass and feeling the
delicious tickle of the blades against the insides of her toes.
Christy lost the will even to try to tuck her ass under and away from him. She liked it,
really enjoyed having the German shepherd licking her this way. Christy found herself
thinking about Billy, about that thing he was trying to slip onto his cock. Had he been
going to fuck her? Of course he had, even though she was a virgin! The thought
brought more whimpery gasps to her throat. Fucking, fucking, her mother had told her
some things about that. It had to be wonderful! Christy thought.
Christy still feared her mother might have awakened. Raising herself again, she turned
and looked at the French doors. No, everything was dark inside. Out here there was
only the dog and her.
"Oh Champ... good dog, good..."
Christy felt the wonderful sensation of the animal's tongue licking deeper into her. She
raised her knees slightly, almost feeling like a bitch dog herself. She couldn't speak any
more. Billy's darned tonguing had done this to her, had set the stage for Champ and
what he was doing to her now. The sounds of the dog's maw stroking her cunt was
enough to drive her mad. Then, without any warning, he started licking her belly too,
moving up onto her tits and armpits. What made her stay on her back and let him do
this? she wondered. Why couldn't she bring herself to jump to her feet and knock him
away?
"Uh... uhhhhhh!"
Gingerly the girl lifted her lashes as the dog lapped wetly at her tits, licking the tiny
pink nipples up out of their soft pillows. Christy was aware her hips were moving when
she felt the prickling sharp grass tickling her asshole. She was fucking the dog's mouth
just as she had fucked against Billy's face.
"Champ, oh Champ, do it, do it!"
Christy couldn't understand all of this. All she knew was that he was licking her pussy
and making her feel so good! Christy let out another scream of joy, the sharp edge of
pleasure cutting through her like a saw. She spasmed, feeling herself convulsing
inwardly.
She rolled her cunt from side to side in a fever that was too good for her to stop.
Then Champ did something strange, something so odd that at first the girl was unsure
what was happening. He shifted his position, climbing onto her, his forepaws scraping
along the insides of her thighs. Christy still kept her legs raised, her toes now nearly
level with her ears. She was breathing heavily.
This is a dream. This is unreal, she kept thinking as she stared hotly at the beast above
her. Oh God, she was letting her pet do what she refused to let Billy even attempt.
Rolling back a little more, Christy felt the weight of her body on her shoulders and
neck. Champ was nearly all the way on her, his legs spread, his hindquarters dipping
down.
There was that hot, slick, slippery thing again, touching her pussy. Christy groaned,
feeling her cuntal muscles spasm at that touch. Champ growled, twisting his head
around and looking back toward the house. Then he dipped his ass once again, his tail
sticking straight up in the air.
"Ohhhhh!"
Christy closed her eyes, spasm after spasm rushing through her musky pussy and
knocking the wind from her. She could really smell herself now and she realized what
had driven the dog half-mad with lust. He was growling, his brown eyes wide and
glittering. The pointy head of the dog's cock was spearing into her now and she felt her
cunt lips unsticking, peeling open.
A dream, a dream, Christy repeated to herself, sucking in a deep breath. Champ was
lowering his furry ass once more, dipping his cock into her swampy cunt. This time the
animal didn't try pulling it out. He was experimenting with this position, his
hindquarters nervously padding around behind her ass.
"Uhhhh... ohhh Champ! What are you doing to me?" Christy gasped.
The dog grunted, thrusting downward. With a greasy, slippery slide Champ inserted at
least two inches of his knobby prick into her cunt. Christy spasmed, her back arching,
her head snapping from left to right. She could feel those itchy, slick cuntal muscles
triggered off into itchy, achy spasms of delight at the touch of his cock.
Champ pulled up, then shoved down once more. Because of this awkward position he
was unable to stick all his cock into her and Christy was glad. At least there would be
no worries about him breaking her cherry. He just couldn't get down far enough.
"Fuck me. Champ! Fuck me good," Christy heard herself moaning.
The animal obeyed, hammering his furry groin again and again against her pussy. The
rising heat in her cunt made her move like a crazed woman. The dog was groaning as
well, his powerful head snapping around while his tail brushed against her toes. Champ
stopped fucking her for a moment, regaining his balance, his forelegs tensing while his
cock remained half-buried in the girl's pussy. "Oh! Ohhhhh!"
Then she felt that pointy tip nudging against her cherry. No, it was too much to have
her cherry popped by this German shepherd. Christy shook her head, pushing both
hands up and fanning her fingers against the thin fur of the dog's muscled belly.
Christy did all she could to keep him from driving his prick too far into her.
"Nooo... oh God, this is goooooood!"
Christy forgot about her mother. She swiveled her ass, pressing it against the dog's
furred underside. She was moaning regularly now, the need for oxygen making her
gasp in large lungfuls of air. As she ground against the dog harder, the girl felt that
long bar of his cock reaching in deeper. Again Champ was trying to fuck through her
cherry. The blonde teen fought back, her elbows bending outward from the pressure of
keeping him from fucking her all the way.
Every bump of his greasy dog cock was sending more thrills of joy flashing-up and
down her spine. Christy felt herself stretching thin, drawing out like a fine golden wire.
She was vibrating inside, shivering with lust, waiting for the final moment when she
would explode into orgasm with Champ.
"Uhhhh, oh boy, boy, that's it, doggie! Oh yes, yes," Christy murmured, petting the
animal excitedly with her toes.
Champ kept fucking her, his eyes staring into hers, then moving away. The girl dripped
sweat, the salty sting in her eyes and nose adding to the lewd excitement. She could feel
him moving his prick in and out faster and faster, all those lumps and bumps on his
cock setting fire to the mouth of her cunt. Her ass-cheeks flexed then softened as
Christy felt herself close to climax. She was jerking her hips up, whistling through her
flared nostrils, grabbing onto the animal's furred sides for dear life.
The girl was mad with lust, her body humping and shivering with the powerful spasms
of her climax. Christy whimpered then cried out, not caring for the moment if the
whole world heard her in the throes of her orgasm. The animal was whimpering along
with her, his body pressed down against hers now. Christy turned her head, pressing
one damp, warm cheek against the ground. She could feel his cock jumping around
inside her and then wei, hot jets of something hit against her cuntal walls. His cum! Oh
yes, he was shooting his load into her, filling her up with his doggie cum!
"Oh Champ, oh God, yessss..."
How long had it lasted? Christy had no idea. She lay there as if crucified, her arms to
either side of her body. She had dropped her legs back to the ground, her knees still
spread widely apart. The cum oozed from her cunt slit, dribbling down into her butt
crack. She knew she'd done something terribly wrong, something her mother would
have been horrified at. But still it had felt so good, so good.
Christy rose from the ground, rubbing her back. She was a little sore from where she'd
fallen from the tree. Champ was nowhere to be seen she noticed as she staggered to her
feet and smoothed down her wrinkled dress. The garden was quiet, a faint breeze from
the east barely stirring the leaves. The birches nearby rustled with that light wind while
a light ripple turned the fish pond into a silver plate. It was all so beautiful, so normal.
Christy felt something warm dribbling down her thighs and shuddered. She would have
to shower, to rinse away the traces of her latest transgression.
"Oh, Champ!"
There he was, curled by the French doors, licking his cock – Christy walked
tentatively .up to him, afraid he would attack her again. He only looked casually up at
her, then went back to licking himself. Christy blushed. It was almost like being
rejected by the dog. She slipped past him, pushing the big white doors open.
Again the girl checked on Marilyn. No, her mother was still asleep, having moved
around to the other side of the couch in her dreams. Slipping past Marilyn, Christy
moved to the stairs and quickly rushed up the steps.
Hurrying into the bathroom, she stripped, shivering as she noticed the grass stains on
the back of her dress. Dropping all her clothes to the floor, the girl showered slowly,
soaping her swollen cunt and washing the doggie jizz from it. Billy and his mouth, he'd
been responsible for this! But could he be held responsible for all of it? Who really
cared? All Christy knew was that she was happy.
The dog driving his bony prick into her, driving her half out of her mind with his cock,
then fucking her into climax, that was all that counted. And he hadn't even popped her
cherry. She was still a virgin, technically! Christy smiled. She was having her cake and
eating it too. But how long could this last?

* * *

The next day brought several surprises to Marilyn. Clint phoned early that morning,
asking if he could come over for another three-day stay. Marilyn sighed inwardly,
realizing that her sister and brother-in-law must be having another tiff. That was one
day earlier than expected. She'd planned for him to arrive the next day but of course
she agreed to the new plan, wondering how on earth she could get that guest room
ready for her nephew.
But she and Christy managed, cleaning and setting things straight for nearly two hours.
There were times when Champ tried putting in his two cents' worth, sneaking up
behind Marilyn and sniffing suggestively at her ass. She felt her flesh puckering up in
excited goose-bumps at his touch. But she slapped back at him, nervously looking over
at Christy. Fortunately the girl seemed too preoccupied with her cleaning chores to
notice.
"I think I'm gonna go over to Rhonda's, Mom," Christy said, dabbing a clean white
handkerchief over her forehead.
They had just finished cleaning and Christy was untying the red bandana around her
head.
"She's got some new punk records from England," the girl said excitedly.
Marilyn frowned. She had forbidden Christy to play that junk punk music in the house.
She was hoping she could acquaint her daughter with the classics – or at least, some
inoffensive music.
"All right, but be back soon. Your cousin's going to be here in a few hours," Marilyn
said, checking the time on her wristwatch. "I don't want you coming home like you did
last night, young lady. What time did you get in?"
Marilyn's eyes narrowed in question but then she flushed as she remembered the half
naked condition she'd found herself in on the couch around three a.m.
"Just a half hour late," Christy said, flushing too as she remembered seeing her
mother's cunt. "We got to talking and... and I came in but you were asleep. I didn't
want to wake you."
Marilyn could have made an issue of it, but she felt rather unsure. Apparently, she
guessed, Christy had found her passed out with her robe closed, ft must have opened
while she was asleep. She had fastened it again after letting Champ lick her off, hadn't
she?
"Just don't get carried away with Rhonda. Clint's fond of us so let's make him welcome.
He has so many problems at home."
Christy rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. She was aware of her aunt's marital problems
and found them tedious. Right now she had more important things to think about –
like those feelings toward Billy and toward her dog. Christy brushed by Champ, feeling
her hair stand on end as he licked the place behind her left knee.
Marilyn finished cleaning the room, wiping the perspiration off her face as she studied
it with a satisfied smile. This would be home for Clint while his parents carried out
their grim battle at his house.
"Champ!"
The dog was nosing her again, this time boldly butting his nose against her right thigh,
then sliding it up to her crotch. She could hear him sniffing and she knew he could
smell her. Pushing him away gently, Marilyn walked to the window and looked out.
There was Christy, walking briskly down the street toward Rhonda's. Her daughter
would be there for the full two hours, Marilyn knew. That gave Marilyn and the dog
more than enough time to... to fuck!
"Fuck!"
She put both hands to her face, surprised at how hot and flushed her cheeks were. She
was almost like a teenager again, growing wild at the thought of going out with the
town stud. Her pussy was growing warm and moist. Standing away from her, Champ
was whining, picking up the stronger odor of her increased arousal.
"Downstairs, Champ. Down there, in the recreation room."
She moved quickly down the corridor, removing the restraining kerchief from her hair
and letting the blonde tresses fall girlishly down her back. Marilyn felt as if she were
floating on air as she walked through the living room, through the kitchen and to the
door leading to the basement.
Champ nuzzled her ass as Marilyn opened the door and quickly descended the stairs.
There was no need of light. The three windows facing the open field to the south
brought in more than enough illuminations. The two of them, woman and dog,
climbed down into the basement.
"Champ... oh yes, Champ!"
Quickly the woman disrobed, sliding her blouse off, then reaching back and
unsnapping her bra. Her large, high-riding, firm tits tumbled out, slapping gently
together as Marilyn reached down and unzipped her shorts. The dog watched patiently,
his tail wagging slowly from side to side. Marilyn shuddered, her eyes on the long pink
tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. It glistened with doggie spit in the dim
daylight and Marilyn knew she would be feeling that in a moment.
"There," she sighed.
Marilyn tossed the shorts to one side, running her fingertips teasing-gently over the soft
curves of her attractive body. Champ moved forward one step then stretched his neck
out and sniffed. She could tell from the way he was breathing, from the way he was
smelling at her, that the German shepherd was pleased.
"Come to Marilyn. Come here, boy, and fuck me," the woman said, sitting on the edge
of the sofa bed and stretching her arms out. That was a command she knew Champ
was more than willing to follow!


Chapter 6

Thoughts of her daughter and her nephew gradually drifted from her mind as Marilyn
spread her legs gently on the couch. The soft maroon material felt so good against the
backs of her naked thighs. And there was Champ, sitting there on his haunches with
that wonderful tongue hanging out. Slowly Marilyn moved one hand up to her right
nipple, thumbing it until it grew stiff and dark red.
Her cunt reacted quickly, her clit growing thick with lust. Marilyn closed her eyes,
rubbing her ass cheeks against the couch and feeling her pussy muscles starting to
tense. Oh God, how she wished she could have a man instead of Champ sometimes.
But at least with the shepherd there were no complicating emotions, no entanglements.
There was just the dog and her.
"Champ... ohhhhh..."
The dog moved up and sniffed at her legs. She felt the touch of his cold snout and
remembered the other night when he'd touched her the first time. Marilyn shivered,
squeezing her ass cheeks against one another. The dog jumped up, bracing his paws on
either side of her. She felt drool from his tongue dripping onto her thighs, his claws
scratching her flesh.
"Uh, oh Champ, do it to me. You're so good, Champ, such a good dog," she crooned.
Champ obeyed, licking on her thighs, then moving up to her belly. Marilyn drew in a
sharp breath, closing her eyes while pushing her thighs a little farther apart. She could
feel the steady brushing of the animal's bushy tail against the tops of her feet.
Rewarding the dog with a scratch behind one ear, Marilyn kept holding onto his head,
hunching up into his face. The dog growled, licking more frenziedly up and down
against her belly.
"Soo hot... oh Champ, your tongue's so damned hot!"
Marilyn wallowed her shoulders against the back of the couch, feeling the world
whirling around her. Was someone knocking at the door or was that her imagination?
Marilyn curled her toes until they cramped, raising her feet and rubbing her naked
soles against his furred sides.
Champ growled at that touch, licking down a little farther. He was teasing her,
purposely keeping his wonderful tongue away from her cunt until the last moment.
Marilyn appreciated that and she snapped her head back while drinking in the tight,
pressurized feelings building in her cunt.
Marilyn moved back, swinging her legs around and rolling onto her belly. She lay her
head on a small pillow, feeling her cunt press damply against the sofa cushions. The
juice was starting to flow from her pussy, dampening her cunt hairs. The woman
laughed, pressing one cheek against the pillow as she felt Champ bobbing his head
around, trying to get at her pussy.
"Oh, good doggie, good... oh yes, do it, Champ, lick me th-th-there!"
The shepherd began licking her ass cheeks, positioning himself squarely between her
spread legs. Marilyn groaned, bending down as she felt his hot tongue licking down the
bumps of her backbone. Her shoulders; shook, her legs beating against the sofa
cushions. She flexed her ass cheeks as she felt his tongue slosh down her ass crack, the
tip of his tongue searching down the crevice until it was nearing her pussy.
Champ barked, putting one paw up against the bottom swell of her left ass cheek.
Marilyn raised her ass cheeks slightly, wagging them as if she had a tail. She was
breathing heavily now, making raspy sounds through her nostrils as she felt the dog's
tongue touching the top of her cunt. She pressed her fingertips hard against the pillow,
groaning into the musty material while wagging her ass from left to right. How her
knees sank into the soft cushions as the dog lapped down her ass crack toward her
cunt!
"Uhhhhh, oh Champ! Do it! You're so good when you lick me like this!"
The big dog nosed around her neck, licking up to the base of her head then down again
until Marilyn felt she'd been completely bathed in doggie spit. It made her shiver, and
yet at the same time fired her cunt until she thought her pussy hairs were surely
catching fire! Champ moved down a little more, licking once more down her back,
bringing out shivery moans from the woman and making her spread her knees apart a
little more.
Marilyn cried out again, slowly lifting her ass, feeling her cuntal crack stickily widening
for the big dog.
"Fuck me, Champ. Oh God, it's going to feel sooooo good when you fuck me!"
Champ was nosing around her pussy now, tentatively pressing his snout against the
hot, turgid meat. That tongue was doing such wonderful things to her cunt now! Her
ass shot back down, her knees trembling against the mattress. She clawed at the sofa,
biting into the cushion as a series of mind-blowing explosions shot through her. She
loved the sensation of his hot spit dribbling down over the thick, blonde curls of her
pussy. It was something she had been looking forward to all morning, she realized.
Marilyn was glad her daughter had gone off to her friend's house, leaving her alone
with Champ several hours.
"Oh, Champ!"
Again Marilyn raised her ass, wagging her ass cheeks in front of the growling dog's
face. He was licking down her pussy, dragging that hot, slick thing through her cunt
meat! He seemed to know just where the most sensitive spots of her pussy were.
Champ concentrated on them, at times bracing one paw against her ass cheeks and
screwing his fuzzy nose into her pussy.
She felt her cuntal muscles convulsing, cinching down on the invading snout. Marilyn
tried pushing up once more, feeling her tits hanging down from her chest. The weight
of those dangling titties added to her high excitement and she wobbled on her hands
and knees, gasping in lungfuls of air.
As the dog began lapping his tongue around her clit, she closed her eyes. Oh God, how
it felt as if someone had taken a match to her pussy and set it afire! Marilyn ground her
teeth together, pushing back against the licking dog. She was growling, growling and
panting as loudly as the animal behind her!
"Oh, Champ. When you touch me like that... oh God, I'm going to die!"
Her long blonde hair curtained her face as Marilyn kept backing up into the dog. She
spread her thighs farther until the humid cunt meat peeled back along her pussy slit.
Champ pushed at her hungrily, raking his tongue up and under her cuntal mound.
Marilyn struggled for balance, clawing the material with her slender, shaking fingers.
"No, no, ohhhhh God, help me! Oh God, he's too good, too damned good!"
Marilyn found herself crying out with emotion. That sensation of being licked made her
half crazy with lust. She rolled onto her back again, her legs spread wide for the dog's
pointed muzzle. Champ shot right to her cunt, hi?, black snout stuffing and panting in
the steamy cunt flesh. "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Champ licked deeper into her, stiffening his tongue and letting it slide back, back into
her body. Marilyn closed her eyes, trying to remember what it had felt like having a
cock in her! Long! Hard! Good! Those adjectives came to mind as she lay there, her ass
flat on the cushions, her legs in the air with her toes rubbing against the dog's broad
back. She was crying through her nose once more, begging the animal to do these
things to her.
"Fuck me, Champ. Oh yes, fuck me!" Marilyn cried, swiveling her ass on the couch.
The dog was growling lustily now, moving his tongue more slowly around in her pussy.
Marilyn raised her head from the couch, peering down heavy-lidded at the German
shepherd. She could see the dark red spear of his cock and she trembled. It had slipped
out an inch or two from the gray furry sheath and now it glistened with natural lube.
Marilyn sighed, her eyes fastened to the big thing. She thought of him climbing onto
her, of him bracing his paws against her thighs while dipping his prick into her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
More sparks seemed to fly from her clit and shower into her cunt. Pushing herself up
from the cushions, Marilyn watched as the dog readjusted his position, keeping his
tongue inside her pussy. Her cuntal hair was clinging together along the swollen,
rubbery outer labia and drops of doggie spit dribbled from them to the couch. She
could see the tendons in her inner thighs bulging out whenever the animal slurped up
through the hot length of her cuntal crack.
"Uh... oh, Champ! Oh God, what are you doing to me, you damned dog?"
Marilyn knew exactly what he was doing to her and she loved every second of it! She
wriggled her ass again against the couch cushions, offering more of her pussy for the
animal to lap. Champ saw her tendons bulging and closed his sharp front teeth down
on the rigid muscle. Marilyn started groaning more wildly, falling back on the cushions
and hunching up with fuck-like movements.
The dog jumped forward, devouring her cunt, making her senses explode. Soon
Marilyn found herself whipping her legs against the couch, hugging the animal's body
with her knees. The wonderful climactic fury that she'd been thinking of all morning
was mounting.
"No, no, not this! Not this way," Marilyn protested, pushing the dog away." She had to
have something inside her. She had to have that long, knobby cock racing in and out of
her pussy. Champ barked, still trying to get his maw into her cunt. She had been so
close, so very close to cumming! But Marilyn wanted something more, something more
exciting and fulfilling than a simple tongue. "Here, boy, here!"
Once more she was on her hands and knees, her hard-nippled tits scraping over the
cushions of the sofa. Champ was sniffing at her pussy, drawing back and peering
around. How the juice oozed from the soft, velvety lining of her convulsing pussy! She
was so wet, so very hot and wet down there. And the dog was going to take care of it.
Oh, he was going to fuck her!
Champ knew what to do right away. Sliding his paws around her ass, he climbed onto
her, sliding farther up until his forelegs were wrapped around her lower chest. Marilyn
sighed happily, feeling that furry warmth on her back. She opened her mouth, groaning
as that hot, slick prick began gouging its way toward her cuntal mouth.
"Fuck me... oh yes, fuck me, Champ. Oh do it, fuck that thing all the way inside me!"
Marilyn was bouncing her ass in the air, actually lifting the dog from the sofa at times.
Her excitement knew no bounds as she stood there, waiting for the final fuck. The
pointy red head of Champ's prick pressed against her left cunt lip, then slid down until
it was against the jagged, wet crack of her pussy. Marilyn sighed again, her thigh
muscles tensing until they cramped.
Champ growled, nesting his head between her jutting shoulder blades. She could feel
his heavy, steady panting against her neck and she swallowed down a lump of fear and
excitement. She felt the itchy cuntmeat trembling, squirming against the hot cock. It
was as if some tremendous itch she'd had all along were finally getting scratched!
"Uhhhhh, oh fuck me... oh yes, do it, slide that thing into me!"
Marilyn dropped her head, pressing the forehead against the pillow in front of her.
More of his slick dog cock inched into her, spreading her apart. He was doing it so
slowly, so very slowly! And it was driving her mad! More than once Marilyn felt her
cunt muscles cinch down on the invading cock, preventing Champ from fucking the
full length of his dog cock into her.
Champ simply waited, holding onto her until her pussy relaxed. Then he slipped more
prick into the waiting woman. Marilyn cried out, breaking a nail against the sofa
material. He was starting to fuck her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with ease
now. Sparks seemed to fly between the two of them.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Marilyn cried out the filthy word each time Champ drove his prick into her. She was
squirming around like a mad woman, backing into him, swiveling her ass around to
increase the fucking sensations. Her movements knocked Champ's cock from her pussy
once.
"Oh no, put it back in! Back in! In! In!" Marilyn cried through clenched teeth.
The dog growled, readjusting his position and sliding the juice-slicked cock into her ass
crack again. But then something terrible happened, something Marilyn couldn't
explain. Champ had meant to fuck his cock back into her pussy, but somehow the
animal became confused, sliding his prick rod into her asshole instead!
"Ow! No, no!"
Marilyn's eyes bulged out, her jaws slackening as the pain raced through her body. Her
cunt winked on thin air, the walls slapping together.
"No! Ow! No, no, Champ! Oh God, you're killing me! Stop it!"
Marilyn swatted back at the big German shepherd, trying wildly to crawl away from
him. But Champ couldn't understand her sudden change in attitude. He nipped at her
left ear, threatening her with several growls. In the end Marilyn had to kneel there and
take it, her breath coming in strangled gasps.
She had never been ass-fucked, had never even thought about it. Marilyn squeezed her
ass muscles together as hard as she could, hoping that would somehow discourage the
big beast. But it didn't. Champ only fucked her harder, holding on tight, not
understanding why her pussy had suddenly grown so tight and hard to fuck.
"No, no!"
Tears rushed to her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks. The pain was terrible, the
ache reaching to her outer ass curves. And her pussy was going unattended. Her cunt
almost cried out to feel the cockhead that was now ravishing her ass. She wanted to feel
that hard prick in her pussy, not in her asshole.
Marilyn moved her ass as sensuously as she could. If she could somehow manage to
work the dog's cock out, she thought, perhaps he would drive his prick back into her
cunt and fuck her into the climax she'd been waiting for.
"Oh, hurts!"
Marilyn's face wrinkled, a mask of pain as the dog fucked her against the couch. It was
splitting her in two, tearing her in half as if she were made of tissue paper! The dog
drew out, paused, then fucked his cock farther in. Marilyn squeaked, her cunt going
into spasms of need. The hot prick burned her ass, spreading it as it had never been
spread before. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed as the sliding of his cock sent
shivery thrills through her body.
Marilyn felt her guts filling with the dog's prick. It was like having a steady, growing
load of iron-hard heat in her bowels. She thought his cock would surely have to stop.
Surely Champ would realize he was fucking the wrong hole.
Champ's claws were leaving long red marks on her flesh as the animal fucked harder
and harder, gradually speeding up his fuck-thrusts until Marilyn thought her asshole
would catch fire. The hot friction in her dry ass was like burning gasoline poured on an
opened wound. As the ramming speed and length of the strokes grew, the woman felt
the drag of her cunt lips milk more juice from her pussy hole. Oh, she wanted him,
wanted that dog fucking her cunt more and more!
"God!"
Then he stopped again, pulling his cock all the way back until the head slipped from
her asshole. The woman sighed with relief.
"Ohhhh, Champ!"
He readjusted his position, then climbed back onto her, jamming forward. This time
the two of them were more careful and once again Champ drove his prick into her
pussy. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Quickly Marilyn felt herself hurrying toward climax. She couldn't stop moving, her
feverish thrashing nearly knocking the animal off of her. Marilyn felt the world blowing
apart as her cunt milked and milked at that fucking cock.
He was cumming now, spraying his doggie jizz into her cunt hole. That white-hot
pussy juice seemed to be a slave to her convulsing pussy. It soothed the itchy, achy
membranes as more and more splattered into her cunt. The keening whimpers from her
throat grew to a steady moan, then died away as Marilyn finally sagged back to the
couch. It had been wild, but so good, oh so good!
"Champ, you're such a good dog! Oh, am I going to reward you!"
Marilyn smiled dreamily, now lying on her back and running her fingers through the
animal's fur. How much time had gone by? Marilyn didn't know. She would have to
get up and get ready to greet her nephew. But then there would be time for another
session with the dog. Oh, she hoped so! Champ had made her feel so good, so
complete! How lucky she was to have a dog like this!


Chapter 7

"You've certainly grown, Clint."
Marilyn was standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom, leaning heavily against the
molding. Her handsome nephew was busy unpacking his overnight case, grinning
sheepishly at her. He was handsome – a little over six-feet tall, broad-shouldered, and
as handsome as anything she'd seen in some time. He had her sister's good-looks and
his father's build. It was quite a heady combination, one that Marilyn knew she had to
avoid.
"Just my age, I guess, Aunt Marilyn."
Aunt Marilyn! Coming from Clint it made her feel so matronly!
"Is Christy around? I haven't seen her in a long time?"
"Oh, she's at her girlfriend's house. But she'll be back soon," Marilyn said indifferently,
wondering when her daughter would be back.
"I'll just unpack and set things up. I won't be here for long," Clint said, pursing his lips
together.
Marilyn felt her heart jump. What she was feeling was wrong, she knew it. This was her
own nephew, her own flesh-and-blood. Marilyn gripped her elbows, fighting down the
desire gradually taking over her mind. She began to wonder if perhaps she were turning
into some kind of hopeless nympho!
"That'll be fine, Clint. If you need anything I'll be in the living room. When Christy
comes home I'll send her up. I'm sure she'll be glad to see you."
Marilyn walked shakily down the corridor to the stairs, pushing Champ away. Where is
Christy? Marilyn wondered, pausing at the foot of the stairs. She had to have the
support of her daughter now, especially considering that some of her feelings aroused
her nephew. Shaking those thoughts temporarily from her mind, Marilyn climbed
down the stairs, again pushing Champ from her with one hand.

* * *

Several blocks away Christy was having her own struggle, wriggling around on Billy
Willis' bed. Rhonda hadn't been home, and on the way back Christy had run into Billy.
His parents had taken some visiting friends to Disneyland and wouldn't be back until
dark and he invited her to come back over and have something to drink. Christy
normally didn't indulge in anything alcoholic like so many of her friends did. But she
wasn't looking forward to have to entertain her boring cousin Clint, so she agreed.
Besides, there was the naughty chance that Billy might try something again, something
that would excite her terribly.
The memory of him eating out her cunt the other night still hung heavy in her mind.
Of course, he had also tried to fuck her but she had countered that well enough.
Confident she could again triumph if anything went awry, Christy went home with
Billy. But one thing had led to another and now she was naked, except for her panties,
again squirming around cm his bed.
"Leave my panties alone!"
It was almost a repeat of the other night only this time things had gone further. Billy
had taken off all his clothes and was kneeling there now in front of her, his eight inches
of cockmeat throbbing and jerking and scaring her. His cock was so much bigger than
Champ's prick. The teen blushed. The dog! She was thinking about the dog while
staring at her boyfriend!
"Come on, Christy, it's no big deal. It's gonna feel real nice," Billy said.
"All the boys say that, I'll bet," Christy countered, pouting.
"Come on, feel it. It's not gonna bite you."
Reaching down, Billy took one of her hands and drew it up to his cock rod. The girl
trembled, her fingers curling around the fat, meaty prick head. She gasped, surprised at
the soft, spongy feel of the cock tip. She rolled her eyes up, watching Billy's reaction as
she slid her fingers down farther, feeling those blue hot veins throbbing against her
slender fingertips. He was calm, the only indication of his arousal being a slight
quivering of his cheek.
"See? Nothing to it!" he said.
"Ohhhhh!"
He was so male, so strong. And she felt so naked and vulnerable. A scary kind of thrill
shot through her. He could make her do anything he wanted to. He could fuck her,
rape her right here and there was little she could do about it. "Uh!"
Billy grunted, moving his hips as she moved her fingers down toward his balls.
"You keep doing that and I'm gonna cum in your hand!"
Christy drew her hand back, afraid there would be jets of the white stuff spraying onto
her fingers. He laughed at her reaction, smoothing his hands over her tits. Christy
shuddered. She liked that touch, that feel of his fingers tracing her nipples, her tits.
For a mad second she wondered if Billy would fuck her deep... long and deep, like some
of the girls had told her their boyfriends fucked them. Champ had settled some of her
curiosity but Christy still had her cherry and her desire to feel a hot, hard cock fucking
her all the way.
"Oh, baby..." Bill panted.
Then he was on top of her, his cock sliding up and down in the groove between her
thigh and torso. He was kissing her tits, sucking her nipples, smoothing his hands up
and down her sides. Things were happening so fast again! Her mind whirled. Should
she let him get under the nylon like that? His fingers were prying into, the leg bands
once more, trying to pull down her nylon briefs! "No!"
His fingers still clutched at the underside of her cuntal mound. It was dividing the
naked crack and pushing in deep. Christy sucked in a breath, digging her chin against
Billy's right shoulder. He was pressing her down, overwhelming her with his body. He
was so heavy and she knew he wanted to get her panties off! He wanted to fuck her, to
stick his prick into her pussy and fuck her the way the dog had the night before. Only
this time Christy knew Billy's cock would surely tear away her cherry. There would be
no small, knobby dog cock fucking her.
"Don't! Oh please, Billy, don't. I'm scared, I don't wanna get hurt."
"Won't hurt."
Billy was sucking her neck. His cock had slipped lower, almost under her cuntal mound
now. She had soaked her panty crotch with hot juice and Billy was pumping his
cockhead against the nylon-covered crack. The ridged crown of his cock head was
pushing the sheer material up between her cunt lips. That was good, very good. Christy
smiled, feeling so spacy, so wild.
"Uhhhhh... ohhhhh, Billy!"
Somewhere in the distance she could hear a dog barking. Champ? The thought sent
another thrill of lust through her. What a combination it would be – Billy and Champ,
both fucking her. "Christy
He was pumping his cock, fucking her, fucking her as if her nylon panties had come
off. At first Christy fought him. But then the rubbing of his cock against her soaked
panties felt so good. Christy closed her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip and rolling her
ass around to increase the friction of her cunt lips against his prick. It was almost as
good as getting fucked, she guessed.
"Oh, it's nice... soooooo nice!"
Christy didn't mind confessing the obvious to her lover. Billy responded with a
tonguing kiss. He was keeping his cock rod now around her clit, nudging the material
against her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
His hands held her shoulders tightly against the bed. His cock was doing strange things
to her. Her panties! Were they on? They had gotten so slick, so hot, especially down
where her pussy was. The velvety rub of Billy's cockhead seemed so real!
"Billy..."
Christy was trying to slip a hand down to find out what was going on. She touched his
cock and balls and finally found the steamy drenched place where her cunt lips had
been mashed to the side. "No!"
He had twisted her crotch panel to the side and his cockhead was actually touching her
pussy now. The slick tip glided up and down the delta of her cunt and Christy shivered
with fear. Frantically she tried pulling the narrow band of nylon back over her cunt but
the soaked material kept slipping from her fingers. Billy's prick gouged steadily at her,
threatening to slip into her pussy at any second.
"Stop it! Now, Billy! Please, you've got to stop this!"
"Not gonna stop, Christy. Things are goin' too far. I've gotta get in you."
"No, Billy no!"
Christy panicked. He was going to fuck her, whether she wanted it or not. She cried
out, again trying to slide her panties over her cunt. But it was impossible. Her nostrils
flared in fear and confusion as the young stud changed the angle of his cock-thrusts. He
was pulling on her panties again, tugging them to one side. She felt his prickhead
pressing hard against her slick cunt slit.
"No!"
"Now, Christy. Gonna fuck you right now."
The words burned into her, making her chest tighten with sheer terror. He was going
to fuck her, to drive his cock rod right into her!
"Billy!"
Her cries were less than useless. She could feel his body tensing against hers, his knees
pressing against the insides of her legs while his hands held her shoulders down against
the bed. The building tension, the mounting thrill, invaded every fiber of her body. Fear
and excitement, terror and arousal. The two seemed to go hand-in-hand as Billy shoved
down, his head snapping back from the force of the fuck-thrusts.
"Ahhhhhh!"
There was a jolt of pain that took her breath away! Never, never had she felt anything
like it before in her young life. Christy yelped, her legs snapping together, hammering
against his thighs. Arching her spine, curling her back while beating his kidneys with
her heels, Christy thought surely she would pass out from the pain.
"Ohhhh, baby, that's nice and fine!"
He had broken through her cherry, slid way past the point where Champ had fucked
her. Billy was moaning in her ear and she sensed what the moaning meant. He was hot,
ready to cum. He was fucking her more forcefully now, more intent on each movement.
Her plump ass
quivered with each thrust, and her, clit burned with the tickle of his cock hairs raking
over ii. She dug her heels against his back once more and cinched her eyes shut. "Oh,
oh, ohhh!"
"Told you, you'd dig it," Billy whispered.
"It's so... so wild. I just... oh God, I don't know..."
Christy couldn't form what she wanted to say into words. It was all so new to her. All
she knew was that her pussy was winking shut on Billy's cock, milking his cock as he
fucked deep into her.
"Gonna cum... oh man! Gonna shoot off in your pussy you keep grindin' your cunt
against my prick!"
Christy didn't want him to blow yet. She stretched her legs straight on the blanket. She
was all the way open now. Yes, she could feel herself being pulled open, stretched to the
tearing point by his prick.
He was fucking her faster and faster, his balls slapping against her crotch. Christy felt
him going out of control and taking her along with him. Her cunt throbbed, the flesh
around her clit glowing as more floods of juice oozed out to soothe the friction of their
fucking. Christy pinched her eyes tight and fucked back for all she was worth. Her ass
bounced against the bed, the headboard clattering wildly against the wall behind it.
"Fuck it out, baby! That's it, fuck it out!" Billy cried.
"Fuck!" Christy echoed.
Christy flailed the air with her feet, digging her nails against Billy's back. She let out
another cry, feeling her cunt soften around his cock once again. Billy was going mad,
grunting and lunging like some kind of maniac. The friction exploded in her like a
golden bomb. She bit his neck hard and rubbed her ravaged cunt against him in a final,
gasping rut.
They rolled half on their sides, their bodies still bucking and crashing together again
and again. Christy felt far away and dreamy. He rolled over her again and it felt as if he
were trying to slide his cock deeper into her. Christy felt as if her belly were bursting
with prick. She was pregnant with cock meat, her body convulsing as if it were caught
in some earthquake.
"Yagghhghghghh!"
Christy smelled their sweat mingling and she could taste the spit drying on her lips. It
was Billy's spit. Her neck was raw from the rub of his whiskers. She ran her palms
along his back to feel the dying tremors of his climax. He shivered at her touch.
"Oh yeah, Christy, yeah, good fuck, fuck..."
Oh God, this had, to be the best thing anybody could ever do in the world! she
thought. Surely the word fuck was one of the best words ever invented! It didn't sound
so dirty now as she whispered it to Billy.
"Fuck!"
She knew that one fuck didn't make her into a good lover. But having rolled in the dirt
once with Champ and now bouncing her ass with Billy in his bed, Christy felt she was
getting some good experience and fast. Billy was only one guy in a huge world of men.
There were so many thousands more – all with different cocks, different mouths,
different hands... 
"Wow! That was one hell of a fuck, Christy! I've fooled around a lot, but haven't had
somebody like you in a long time."
Christy smiled knowingly, feeling very sophisticated. She felt that softened cock shaft
sliding past her cunt lips. She was empty now and the girl brushed her hair from her
eyes, looking down at her ruined virginity.
"Wow, I'm a mess!"
There was a pink froth smeared on the insides of both their thighs, most of it already
dry. She shivered, then realized she was staring at the past. It was all gone. The only
thing that mattered now was the future – her future with Billy and Champ, and
whatever else lay in store for her.
"I've gotta wash up and get going," Christy went on, swinging her lithe legs over the
bed and standing up. She was a little shaky but basically okay. "My cousin's coming
over to stay and my mom wants us to be together."
Christy hadn't seen Clint for some time, although she vaguely remembered him as
being something of a pest. He was always in his room studying or something. She felt
disappointment at leaving Billy but she knew they'd get together again real soon. And
anyway, there was always Champ... 
"Okay, I'll call you later," Billy said, hitching up his Levi's. "That bathroom's over
there."
Christy showered, washing her cunt carefully, feeling the delicious tingling of the water
droplets against her pussy. All those fears about getting fucked for the first time went
out the window. There had been nothing to worry about. It was all over and now all
she was left with was a beautiful memory.
She washed quickly, toweling herself off, then dressed. Gosh! She'd been at Billy's for
nearly two hours! she suddenly realized. Kissing him good-bye quickly at the front
door, she rushed down the street, remembering she would have to call Rhonda later so
her story would square with what she'd told her mother earlier.
As Christy made her way up the walk to the large white house she caught sight of a
bare-chested young man working around the front porch. She stopped, unaware that
her mother had hired someone to work the yard. It was only when he stood up and
brushed some stray strands of black hair from his handsome face that she recognized
her cousin Clint. Her heart skipped a beat. How handsome and thick-muscled he'd
grown!
"Christy! I'd know you anywhere."
Christy blushed, lowering her eyes and wondering if he could read in her face what had
just transpired. A quick glance up told her Clint had noticed her body. He could hardly
keep his eyes off her tits. Enticing men was still new to her, especially enticing her own
flesh and blood.
"Hi! Long time no see," she said.
"Oh, I see you two are getting reacquainted," Marilyn said, opening the screen door and
finding herself somewhat annoyed that her daughter was there taking up Clint's
attention.
"Yeah, Aunt Marilyn. She's sure grown up to be beautiful."
"She certainly has," Marilyn agreed, a jealous pang souring her mood.
"Oh, Rhonda says hello. Sorry I'm a little late," Christy apologized.
Her cousin looked great Without his shirt. God, even his muscles had muscles! And he
smelled so musky and good – just like Billy had after fucking her. Christy felt her cunt
twinge under her panties.
"Christy, why don't you come up and give me a hand in the kitchen? We'll get dinner
ready quicker and then all have a nice chat at the table," Marilyn said, smiling down at
her nephew, then backing into the living room.
"See you later," Christy said, glad things were turning out better than she'd ever
dreamed.


Chapter 8

Christy lay alone in bed that night, her naked body barely indenting her firm mattress.
It was so warm, a humid breeze wafting in through the lace curtains. She looked at the '
ceiling above, her cunt warm and simmering. She thought about the other day, the day
when Billy had thrown her on the bed and fucked her. There had been some pain at
first but how delicious it was when he had finally driven his cock through her cherry
And now she was facing her handsome cousin Clint! Had he been staring meaningfully
at her across the table, or was that simply her imagination?
Christy turned over, rubbing her long, white legs together. She could feel her pussy
tightening, that hot, electric glow sparking up her clit. Driving her fingers into the
pillow, she shifted her ass back and forth, pumping it in fucking movements. Christy
let out a small sigh, moving one hand down to her pussy and feeling her cunt spasm at
the light touch.
She needed Billy now – or someone like him. She could sneak to his room, knock
softly, then push open the door – all while her mother was snoring peacefully in her
bed.
Rising from her bed, Christy ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. This kind of
thinking would get her nowhere. She'd have to stop!
Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Cindy reached for her dressing gown.
Maybe some warm milk would help her fall asleep. Padding barefoot to her door and
opening it, the young teen was startled to find Champ sitting there, his tail regularly
thudding against the carpeted floor.
"Champ, what are you doing?"
Instinctively the girl put one hand to her throat. She had forgotten about him, about
their session the other night. Billy's cock and now her infatuation with cousin Clint had
shoved Champ from the picture – until now.
The dog stood up, butting his way in, knocking Christy back into her room. She looked
wide-eyed at the dog.
"Champ, you've got to leave," she whispered, peering nervously over one shoulder to
make certain no one was watching her.
Her gown fell open. Champ turned around, whistling through his black nostrils again,
nosing her thighs.
"No, that's not right, Champ! Not right!"
The dog wagged his tail, looking up obediently. He wasn't showing any sign of that
forcefulness he demonstrated the night he had attacked her. Perhaps it was because he
felt he didn't have to force her any longer. Christy blushed at that possibility.
"Go, Champ!"
But the teen found herself closing the door. She shrugged off her gown, then turned
and stared at her image and the dog's in the full-length mirror on her closet door. What
an odd picture they made-naked girl, naked dog! Christy smiled, her smile vanishing
quickly when Champ licked her. She noted with some pleasure the change of
expression on her face.
She saw how pink his tongue was and remembered again the delicious feel of it rubbing
up and down her cunt. Even his cock had made her feel wonderful. Christy bent down
and ran her fingers through his fur, feeling that hot tightness in her pussy.
"Oh Champ, you just knew, didn't you? You knew I needed something."
The dog whined in response to her voice, licking her higher. Another feverish tingle
swept through her belly, making her stomach turn over. She felt cold-hot rushes up and
down her spine while her toes curled into the carpeting. Christy couldn't deny what she
wanted now. The girl wanted that dog, desired him in the way she had lusted after her
cousin.
"Champ..."
Christy spread her legs. Champ sniffed at the puffy white cuntlips. When the tip of his
tongue pressed against her closed slit Christy made a tiny crying noise in her throat.
She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her sweaty palms until they left long
creases in her skin. She was teasing him and teasing herself. It was lovely!
The hot sweep over her ass cheeks made her shiver, made her sway from side to side as
if she'd drunk a bottle of her mother's precious Scotch. She felt her mouth going slack
with lust as the dog swept over the underside of her cuntal mound.
"To bed, Champ. Let's go to bed."
That simple command sent more rills of pleasure rushing up and down her spine.
Christy knew what that meant. She knew she wanted a fuck, and that Champ would
provide that for her. She knew she ran the risk of discovery but the walls were thick,
her door was locked, and her mother was a very sound sleeper. Giggling nervously, the
girl threw back the covers, sliding onto the bed and spreading her legs so her heels
nearly draped over the edges of her mattress. Christy felt her cunt firing up again as the
animal leaped onto the mattress and stood there for a moment, staring hungrily at her
wet, steaming cunt.
"Uhhhh, Champ, oh do it! Do it like you did it to me before!"
Christy tightened her ass cheeks, hunching her pussy up into the air. Juice started
oozing from her cunt slot, wetting down her blonde pussy hairs. Looking up, Christy
saw his red cock slipping from her furry sheath. The moonlight had enabled her to see
nearly everything, sharpening some images, dulling others.
"Champ!"
He dropped his head and began licking deep into her cunt. Christy started undulating
her legs against the bed, closing her eyes and breathing deeply through her nostrils. It
was good, so good feeling the dog's tongue lapping up her furry cunt slit once more.
She bent her knees slightly, raising: her legs, then letting them flop back onto the
mattress. The bed began squeaking, the headboard clattering against the wall behind
her. "Uhhhhhh!"
Christy licked her lips, feeling her mouth become dry as cotton. She panted hard, going
half-dizzy as the dog gained another inch. He growled as he rimmed the edges of her
cuntal mouth. She felt her muscles convulsing deep inside, knocking the wind from her.
Slowly the girl drew her thighs together, hugging the animal with the insides of her
knees.
"Champ, oh yes, do it to me. Oh yes, lick my cunt! Oh, it feels... uhhh... feels sooooo
good when you touch me like that!"
Christy fucked back, her heels and shoulders digging into the bed while her cunt
hunched up into the dog's licking maw. Juice and spit ran down her thighs as the dog
went wild, slopping his tongue all over her pussy. Christy felt her heart pounding like
mad in her chest. She was dizzy, her cunt flooding out juices for the dog to lap up.
Again she thought of Clint. Would he lick her cunt like this?
More delicious, white-hot sparks showered into her pussy. Champ had pushed his
tongue inside her cunt. Christy just couldn't keep still. She tilted her cunt as far to one
side as it would go, then jerked it back the other way. Her tender cunt flesh stretched
tantalizingly from that effort, opening more secret folds and hollows for the lapping
dog. When she felt those fangs brushing against her pussy meat the young teen went
wild, her head rolling against the pillow while her fists beat against the mattress.
"Oh Champ, Champ, can't... can't take this any more. You gotta fuck me!"
Christy was whimpering hoarsely, afraid if she spoke her words would come out in a
shout. She shuddered, the wet mess between her legs throbbing now. Her cunt was
feverish and swollen. The big German shepherd was bringing her closer and closer to
the final rush of excitement.
Clint! Clint! Her mind cried. She would have given anything for him to walk in right
now and find her with the pooch. What a surprised look he would have on his face –
his tender, innocent cousin making it with a dog! That thought rushed her onto her
climax.
"Nooooo!"
Christy curled her fingers in Champ's neck. She held tightly onto him, pulling his face
against her dripping cuntal mound. But she didn't want to reach climax this way. She
had to have something hard and long and thick inside her pussy.
"Oh, yes, Champ!"
He had fucked her one way buf something in her told the girl he preferred what she'd
seen dogs do in the gutter. Pushing him away gently, the young teen folded one leg
over the other, rolling around until she was on her hands and knees facing the
headboard. She felt weird, out of kilter crouched down like this, her tits hanging heavily
from her chest. Christy felt the bed sagging behind her and she knew Champ was
moving up, sniffing at her ass, then bracing herself for mounting her.
Christy shivered, her shoulders shaking wildly, nearly knocking the animal from her.
She loved the feel of his body pressing against hers. It was something new, something
she had never felt before. Being covered that way by the dog, being pushed down into
the bed, it was far better than having him fuck her in the missionary style.
Christy bobbed her ass around, feeling his hindquarters bumping against the backs of
her legs. And then there was the touch of that slick, hot thing bumping against her ass
cheeks. The girl held her breath, her eyes swimming as she felt that thing moving up
toward her pussy. How her juices were flowing, slicking down the backs of her legs.
"Oh, do it, doggie, do it!"
Christy was panting and whimpering. She was nearly breathless with the rousing
excitement, feeling his cock slip over one cuntlip then slide into her cunthole. It went in
fast, without ceremony. She felt his forelegs tighten around her body while his tail
brushed against the backs of her thighs. Christy let out a low moan, her head hanging
down.
The young teen clawed at the pillow under her, feeling the world spinning madly about.
Christy groaned again, heaving her ass wildly as the throes of pre-orgasmic explosions
rushed through her body. Clint, Billy, Champ, all of them mixed together in her
confused mind as the dog slipped yet more cock into her cunt hole. She could feel those
delicious bumps tickling her cunt. Twice her cuntal muscles spasmed, milking at that
odd doggie prick. She clenched her pussy, feeling Champ shudder.
"Huhhrhrhrrr... oh Champ, Champ, do it, do it to me!"
She could feel his belly hairs tickling her cunt lips, the weight of his body pressing hers
toward the mattress. Champ moved his head up to the nape of her neck, licking her
there while growling happily. Christy shivered again. She was letting him fuck her, and
she felt no remorse at all. She tightened her cunt again, milking at him.
Arching her back, she raised her ass slightly, nearly knocking the German shepherd off
her back a second time. Champ growled, twisting his head around a second time as he
began pumping his prick in and out, in and out of her sloppy cunt hole.
"Huhhrhrrr! Oh Champ, do it, fuck me deeeeeeep!" Christy moaned.
The dog seemed to understand her command. Hanging on tight, Champ drew back.
Christy felt her elastic, hot cuntal tissues shrinking back deliciously together behind the
retreating cockhead. The young girl thought she would surely lose consciousness from
the resulting spasms racing through her cunt.
Grunting again, the German shepherd hammered home, driving his cock forward so
hard the girl thought it would come out through her mouth. Champ continued fucking
her this way, drawing all the way out, then fucking down hard and deep. Christy threw
her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her whitened
knuckles. Spittle frothed from the tight corners of her mouth as the teen cried out to
the big dog.
"In! In! In! Oh Champ, fuck me deeeep! Oh yes, fuck me deeeeep!"
The room seemed to fill with light as she wriggled and bobbed her ass around in tight
little circles. She was feeling her breath grow shorter and shorter. Letting out a soft
moan, Christy clawed at the bed. She was going to cum! Oh yes; she could feel that
rush of hot-chilly feelings spicing up her clit. All her nerve endings were standing on
end, sputtering, waiting for that final second when everything would blow to pieces.
The stretched tissues of her pussy hurt and yet felt so good as Champ fucked her
wildly. His body pressing against hers made Christy sweat. She shook the perspiration
off her forehead, feeling droplets of sweat running down her long, full tits. The hard
nippled ends brushed over the pillow. If only this were Billy. He'd be touching her tits
now, milking them while driving his cock rod into her cunt hole. And what about
Clint? It made her shudder even now as Champ fucked her into the mattress!
"Fuck! Oh fuck me, Champ, make that cock make me cum!"
Christy felt the dog panting hard in her ear. His cock was moving faster and faster.
Each forward fuck-thrust nearly knocked the blonde teen against the headboard. She
clutched furiously at the top sheet, tearing at the soft cotton material. She felt those
small hairy balls of Champ's slapping again and again against her ass cheeks as he
fucked into her. She bit her lip, the combination of sensations driving her wild. It shot
along her spine, up to her head, out to the tips of her fingers!
"Uhhhhhh!"
Champ's prick rammed into her like a machine. The heavy mass of his crotch slapped
against her ass while his forward claws scratched and scraped against her flesh. Christy
felt her cunt clenching in spasms, each one more powerful than the other. She spread
her knees a little farther, wanting the brutal thrusts to increase. She wanted more, more
feeling, more sensation, more fucking. And at the same time the girl wanted it to end.
Christy knew what would happen in a few moments. The best, most wild in the feeling
would overtake her.
"Huhrhrhrrhrr!"
Champ's cock jolted fiery explosions from her clit. Her entire pussy was flaming. The
pain and blazing delight of being fucked by the dog was shooting through Christy –
like fire and light. She thought of lightning scissoring through her pussy. It was just like
a pair of sharp but rusty scissors cutting through her, bringing her to the brink of
orgasm.
"Fuck... oh yes, Champ, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me goooood!"
The roaring of her pulse was all Christy heard now. The swirling, searching movements
of Champ's cockhead in her belly jabbed into all her senses. Christy could hear the
squishing of the pistoning strokes. She could see them as flashes of vibrant color. She
could smell the heavy sweat of her fucking. The girl felt herself drowning, her mind
exploding in the simmering explosion of her cock-filled cunt. "Noooooo!"
A mountain of hard lust swelled up her crotch. Christy felt that prick sliding into her
cunt crazily. Her hips churned from side to side, driving even more sensation into her
over-loaded nerves. A great, earth-shaking vibration started in the girl's cunt, then
blasted out in waves through the rest of her body. Christy closed her eyes, sucking in
breath after breath as she fought for sanity.
Christy did all she could to keep her cries down to a minimum. But how could she
remain quiet? She felt herself shattering into tiny pieces, a crash of nerves drowning out
her hearing. She thought she could hear someone outside screaming then she realized
that it might be her.
Another monstrous wave washed over her. She bucked under the ramming strokes of
the animal's cock. Her eyes stared at the headboard, watching the shadows of them
both, girl and dog, fucking. It made her shiver and sent the girl off into another series
of spasms. Christy let her mind and the power of her cum escape in a long high wail of
pleasure and pain.
Her fingers dug into the bed once more as she closed her eyes and let the tapering
waves of her climax carry her away. "Uhhhhhh!"
Champ was so good, so very, very good. But he jumped off too quickly, pulling his cock
rod out, not giving her a chance to ride out those feeling. Oh Clint! Christy thought,
wondering if she and her cousin would ever get together. Strange, how thoughts of him
were now in her mind and Billy seemed just a fading childhood memory. Christy sank
to the bed, drawing her fingers into the pillow as she rested one burning cheek against
the cool, soft material and thought about... fucking!


Chapter 9

"Champ! Is something wrong? Champ, come to Marilyn!" the woman cried, looking
nervously about the big house.
Christy and Clint had gone out for some ice cream and a movie. It had been Marilyn's
idea to get them together, even though she still felt some jealousy at that prospect. Still,
Marilyn thought it wisest to remove the temptation of the boy from her sphere of
influence. It just wouldn't look right with her mooning over her own nephew. Besides,
Champ would be around to take care of her needs.
But now something was wrong. Champ was sitting there at her feet, looking dreamily
up at her as she unfastened her blue robe and let it fall open. Her blonde pussy was
completely exposed, the light-colored hairs bristling with excitement. Marilyn pushed
the soft material farther apart, spreading her legs while scooting her ass down to the
edge of the sagging cushion. Smoothing her hand over her flat belly, Marilyn thought
she could feel sparks sputtering from her clit. Just looking at the dog turned her on.
Moving her hand in larger circles, the woman let her fingers brush over her half-inch
long red nipples. She shuddered, closing her eyes, sucking in her lower lip and biting
down. Another rush of hot/chilly flashes singed her clit. She tensed her legs her
tendons bulging against the flesh. But now Champ was just sitting there, almost
looking bored. Marilyn flushed. She was being rejected by a... a dog!
"What's wrong, boy?" Slipping from the couch, she slid to her knees, shrugging off the
robe. Her tits hung in front of Champ's face. He drew his tongue over the tits, letting it
slosh over her nipples. Marilyn shuddered, closing her eyes and drinking in that feeling.
Maybe he would start in on her now! But Champ only whimpered, then curled up at
her feet. Marilyn bit her lips again.
"Champ, what on earth?"
Marilyn couldn't imagine what had happened. She racked her mind, trying to think of
something that would turn the animal on. Getting up, she moved quickly to the
kitchen, tearing open one of the cabinets and rummaging around for something,
something that would catch her imagination. Steak sauce!
Grabbing the slender bottle with one hand, she rushed back into the living room where
Champ was still sitting. He rolled his brown eyes up at her curiously, moving his tail
again from side to side, then opening those powerful jaws fo yawn. Marilyn shuddered,
glancing in at those powerful fangs.
"Here, Champ, I've got something for you. You're going to like this."
Champ caught the tone of her voice and perked up his ears. He stared curiously at the
bottle as Marilyn twisted off the white cap and shook some of the brown sauce onto her
fingers. She rubbed it on her cuntlips, keeping an eye on the animal. Champ stretched
his head above his forepaws, sniffing at the pungent-smelling liquid. The fur around his
neck began to stand up as he stretched his head farther, then got up and moved,
opening his powerful jaws.
"Oh Champ, yes, yes, lick me there, lick that good-tasting sauce!"
At this point Marilyn didn't have to encourage the animal. Champ liked the smell of
what he sniffed and dropped his maw in her cuntal thicket. Marilyn kicked out both
legs, sitting down hard and squarely on her ass. She felt that tongue slurping up into
her pussy, touching her clit, setting off those sparks she'd been wanting to feel for the
past few hours. All those forbidden thoughts about her nephew had driven her wild.
Champ was taking care of her now, making her safe for her own family.
"Uhhhhh... oh Champ, when you do it like that, real slow, oh, I think I'm dying!"
Marilyn grabbed the bottle again, nearly letting it drop to the floor in her gathering
rush of excitement. Gasping, she turned it over and let it pour out over her thighs, her
belly, her tits. Champ was standing now, his legs braced against the carpet, his tongue
going wherever she let the sauce drip.
Leaning against the front edge of the sofa, Marilyn closed her eyes and gave herself
completely over to the big dog. She was quivering with anticipation, eager to have him
bury his muzzle in her cunt. And then there would be his cock. She hoped he would
have a better sense of direction that he'd had the Mother: day when he fucked her in
the ass! Marilyn groaned at the thought. Oh, oh, he could fuck her anywhere, just as
long as he took care of that awful ache itching through her pussy!
Marilyn knew she was a gutter bitch. But she no longer cared. It was all so good having
the animal touching her like this, licking her into oblivion. Marilyn shook more of the
sauce onto her palm and rubbed it into the tangled blonde thatch of her cunt hair. She
felt excited to be greasing herself up and more excited that the dog was licking her
clean.
Marilyn smeared it around her ears, then down around her ankles. Champ went
wherever the sauce was. She bent her knees, drawing up her legs while rolling back
until her shoulders were against the floor. To one side of her stood the coffee table. At
times her legs flew up over the top, knocking several magazines to the floor. She didn't
care. She was rutting, fucking up, rutting like a bitch in heat. She was a bitch in heat!
Champ knew it and wanted it, wanted her.
"Oh yes, boy, yes, fuck."
Champ licked deep into her, his tongue making her outer muscles convulse and clench.
She moaned loudly, writhing against the carpeting. She petted the dog once more with
both feet, feeling her spit roll down her flushed cheeks. The dog growled back...
nipping along the outer edges of her puffed cuntlips. Marilyn groaned, grinding her ass
up for more. She humped, pressing her cuntal mound up for the dog to take her.
Champ fucked in with his maw, his neck hairs now bristling with wild excitement.
Marilyn thought she would surely come unglued. This dog was fucking her again so
shortly after her daughter and nephew had departed for the movies. Marilyn almost
giggled at the thought. The two of them were having a good wholesome evening out
while she was on the floor of her own front room fucking her brains out with the dog!
Champ took her cunt now in his powerful jaws, shaking it from side to side. The fangs
pressed teasingly, tinglingly into her swollen cunt meat. At the same time he was
licking into her, petting her clit with her tongue. That double sensation nearly knocked
her unconscious with its force! Marilyn screamed out her delight, hammering her fists
against the floor while caressing the dog with her feet once again. How the hot electric
sparks rushed along her thighs as the dog's spit mixed with her juices.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
The sauce bottle had slipped from her fingers. It rolled along the floor. Feeling the
room grow light arid buzzy Marilyn clawed at the dog's furry neck. She was spinning
out of control like a rudderless plane. She felt vulnerable, even slightly in danger when
the big German shepherd began biting her this way.
"Oh, yes, Champ, yes!"
The dog went on, licking her pussy, then moving back up to her tits again and
dragging his tongue across her nipples. Marilyn knew it was time to stop all this licking
and get down to fucking – fucking! Just thinking about doing it with the dog brought a
shuddery gasp to her throat. She felt her hair tangling around her throat as her chest
tightened. She would be feeling that knobby cock chugging through her, spreading her
itchy cunt walls apart.
She tossed her ass up a little higher, loving the hot, biting sensation of the dog's fangs.
Champ seemed to know this part of their session was drawing to a close. He backed
away, licking himself, then whining through those beautiful black nostrils of his. They
were wet, smeared with his spit and her cunt juice. Marilyn pushed the hair from her
eyes, about to turn over and let him fuck her.
"Oh yes, Champ, this is going to be it! This is going to be..."
Footsteps! Panic slicked into her like lightning. Quickly she gathered herself up, kicking
away the whimpering beast. Gathering up her robe, the woman slipped it over her
shoulders, tying it tightly around her waist. Maybe it was Christy and Clint back from
the theater early! There was a knock at the door. Shakily she walked toward it and
peered through the peephole.
"Billy Willis?"
What on earth was he doing here? She would have to get rid of him soon, then get back
to the animal. Twisting the doorknob open, she stepped back, smiling as graciously as
she could while feeling she could scream at him for interrupting her session with the
dog.
"Uh, I guess Christy isn't here, is she?"
"No. She and her cousin Clint went out to the movies. I'll tell her you stopped by."
Marilyn kept on smiling, feeling her pussy clench at the proximity of a man. Behind
her, Champ was whimpering, his body shaking with the same lust coursing through
hers.
"I guessed she wouldn't be home," Billy pursed, growing considerably bolder, "seeing
what you were doing with... with him."
Marilyn gasped, drawing one hand over her mouth and stepping back. Billy entered,
closing the door behind him. She stared wild-eyed at him. Her crime had finally
become known – and to her daughter's boyfriend! Champ growled angrily.
"Stay!"
"I saw through the window over there. I came up the side and peeked in just before I
knocked. Gosh, Mrs. Hubbard, that's some pretty kinky stuff."
"Billy, when you're older maybe you'll understand, but... but sometimes people
change," Marilyn began, feeling herself completely at sea.
She was faltering, feeling herself falling through some dark hole from which she would
never emerge. The word would get around town. She could already see the scorn in her
daughter's eyes, the smirks of her neighbors. Her life was ruined completely! Marilyn
stretched one hand back and sat on the sofa, covering her eyes with her fingers.
"Hey, Mrs. Hubbard! I didn't think it was all that bad."
Marilyn started, dropping the hand from her face and staring up at him. "You... you
didn't?"
Billy shook his head. "Kinda exciting. I mean, you and the dog. Maybe we could try
something – you know, all three of us. Besides," Billy added darkly, "I don't see you
have much of a choice, do you?"
Blackmailed! And by him!
"No, I don't suppose I have, do I? What do you want from me, Billy?"
"Just what I got from Christy. Your cunt, but this time with you and the pooch." He
began taking off his letter jacket.
"You and Christy? Oh, God, I never thought... the two of you?"
"Doesn't matter. Anyway, let's go."
He was smiling and Marilyn felt weak as a kitten. The sensation was dangerously
pleasant. Billy was so sure of himself as he stood there, grinning at her hesitation.
"C'mon."
He was moving up to her, sliding one hand around her waist. She wanted to tell him he
was old enough to be her son but somehow the words refused to come. Behind her, she
heard Champ growling softly, deprived of his treasure. Marilyn didn't care, she didn't
care about anything or anyone, especially when Billy began kissing her neck. She closed
her eyes, one hand fluttered up to his chest, trying to push him away. Billy ignored her
silly move and the next thing she knew she felt his tongue, his lips, his teeth.
"Oh, no, don't..."
Marilyn felt him opening her gown. She felt the soft material edge over the tips of her
tits. Then she was standing there, her bare feet on the carpeting, her knees knocking
together. Both hands were around her waist, the fingers gathering up the material,
pulling the gown open even more. Marilyn tilted her head back, feeling her pussy
getting warm again. She wanted him, wanted that touch, the touch of a man.
"You're nice, real nice. Probably better than Christy."
"No, don't mention her, please. It sounds so... so wrong here."
Billy only grinned, pushing her back, back until she found herself sitting on the sofa.
Her ass squirmed on the cushions, her thighs parting for his touch. The gown felt so
uncomfortable on her body and Marilyn shrugged it off as the young stud moved his
hand over her pussy. When his finger slid into the flooding cunt crack she groaned
loudly, yelping out a cry, kicking one leg out in front of her.
"Ohhhhh!"
"You like that. You like anything touchin' your pussy, especially after the ol' pooch got
hold of you," Billy said.
"Oh yes, yes, touch me, fuck me!"
Marilyn stopped, smiling weakly. He was pushing her back against the couch back, his
finger slipping in and out, in and out in fucking movements. Oh, it was just like getting
fucked by the dog's tongue. Only this was stiffer, more deliberate. And a man was
doing it!
"Uhhhhh!"
Marilyn felt her cunt lips tightening around his touch. She clamped one of her small
hands over his to push him deeper. This was the answer to a silent prayer. Marilyn
pulled his face from his shoulder and stared at him.
"Fuck me, please... oh God, fuck me, Billy. I need your cock!"
She was bold to say something like this, especially to her daughter's friend. But the
words bubbled up from somewhere deep inside her.
"Bedroom upstairs?"
Marilyn nodded, feeling her heart about to rip through her chest. Billy pulled her from
the couch. It was an effort to climb the steps. Twice she had to stop, the spasms of her
pussy taking the wind from her.
Marilyn felt herself swaying as she walked down the corridor. In a moment she was
standing in her bedroom, the large area lit only by the outside streetlight.
"Ohhhhhh, what are you doing to me?"
"You like gettin' fucked doggie style, I'll bet," Billy said, forcing her down onto the bed.
In a moment she felt herself being rolled over onto her belly, then pulled up by the hips
until she was on her face. He tugged her knees up, forcing her to put her face sideways
on the pillow. She just didn't have the strength or will to push herself up on her hands.
"Now, oh now..."
Billy moved away, taking off his red T-shirt, then unbuckling his trousers and letting
them fall to his knees. Marilyn turned her head, seeing that long, eight-inch cock spring
out from his Levi's. She gasped, swallowing hard while staring at that thing. It had been
long, so very, very long since she had had something that size slip into her. The dog
was barking behind her, sniffing around the bed, whimpering as she bobbed her ass in
the air for Billy.
"Oh, go away, Champ, go..."
Billy had something bigger and better for her, Marilyn thought as she lay crouched
down on the bed. She shivered. The mattress sagged behind her then groaned. He was
climbing onto the bed, hunkering down behind her. He was going to fuck her out of
her mind, her own daughter's boyfriend!
"Uhhhhhh!"
She was a bitch in heat, wagging her ass now for Billy. Her cunt flooded more and
more juice. She was burning down there, the heat making her clit curl with excitement.
Marilyn spread her knees a little farther, feeling her ass dip down a bit. Billy pulled her
ass up a little more, reaching around and pinching her nipples. She growled, feeling her
cuntal muscles snap shut at that painful/pleasurable sensation. She felt so weak, so
vulnerable. She wanted to turn and see what was going on back there. But it was such
an effort to move anything.
"Ohhhhh, Billy, hurry! Please, hurry, oh you have to fuck now!"
Somehow the woman managed to look back between her legs. Billy was hunkered there
behind her, getting down for more power. He was like Champ in that. She hoped Billy
would have as little mercy on her as Champ had had. Behind him she could see the
German shepherd's tail wagging from side to side. At times she saw his snout as he
sniffed the air jealously.
"Oh God, God, please hurry!"
"Gonna get it... now!"
"Uh!"
Her ass pranced for his cock and got in. With one savage lunge he fucked her, filling
Marilyn with a human cock for the first time in three years.


Chapter 10

"Billy... oh God, it's so wonderful! Oh, oh, was it this good with Christy?"
"Yeah! But I got a feelin' you're gonna be a lot better."
He was grunting, fucking her deep. That first thrust was a powerful lunge, lifting her
knees off the bed. Stars exploded in the woman's head as she took the young boy's cock
without a complaint. The prick drove along the seepy velvety lining of her cunt and
Marilyn could feel the cock head slipping down, down into her pussy. How long it had
been since she'd had a prick in her cunt! "Oh God!"
Marilyn gasped with unspeakable delight, tossing her head around in circles. Her hair
tangled around her neck as she cried out again and again. Fucked, fucked by this young
stud. She clawed at the sheets, her cuntal muscles milking at the prick. She could hear
the young boy gasping and grunting behind her. She would give him a workout, a
workout her daughter could only guess at! Something like jealousy mixed with lust
began coursing through her body as she fucked back at Billy.
"Man, you're somethin' else. Knew you'd be hot. Figured that one out watchin' you and
the pooch makin' it on the floor."
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"Hurts?"
"No, no, it's so wonderful, so beautiful! Please, don't stop now. Don't stop, don't..."
Marilyn didn't know what she was saying any longer. All she knew was that when he
pulled his cock back very slowly so she could feel her cuntal walls shrink back together
itchily, she thought she was going to die. Long strings of drool oozed from the corners
of her mouth. Her arms trembled, then bowed out. It was so hard to keep her body up.
Then she felt her head fall to the pillow.
His fingers were gripping her hard at the hipbones. Then at times he let go, the only
thing touching her being his cock. She wriggled around in that grasp, aware of her
position, of the feeling of being pounded down into the bed by his prick. Billy was
hammering his groin hard now against her ass, the force of his fuck-thrusts making her
ass jiggle.
Marilyn was letting but lusty little grunts of delight, pulling her head up, then letting it
fall back once more to the pillow. Once again it was becoming so difficult to breathe!
She shuddered, drawing her ass up, then letting it fall back again. She moved it from
side to side in a continual stirring movement, doing all she could to create as much
friction between her cunt and the fucking cock.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Love this, baby, love it."
"Oh, you do?"
"Yeah, real nice, nice ass, nice cunt, nice moves all the way around."
Billy kissed the nape of her neck to emphasize his point. She could feel that flat, strong
belly pressed against her ass cheeks and back. He was climbing onto her, fucking
powerfully into her drenched cunt. His cock made wet, squishy noises as it chugged
deep into her steamy pussy. That sensation of thick cock meat inside her cunt made her
clench the sheet in her hands and whimper.
"Oh no, no, I'm so close... so close to cumming!" she cried.
Marilyn realized she was talking like her younger self. She thought she was a teenager,
as young and hot and curious as someone like... like Christy! The thought of her
daughter doing something like this behind her back sickened her – but only for a
moment. Another spasm through her cunt drove out those thoughts that had begun to
disturb her.
Billy pulled his cock out. She could feel hot streaks of her juice dribbling down. She
was soaked back there, frothing with juices. She'd never been so wet as long as she
could remember. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of sexy thoughts. She wanted to fuck
every way there was to fuck. She wanted to stay up all night with this boy named Billy.
Weakly, she turned around to him as he wrapped his fingers tightly around his juice
slickened cock rod to keep from cumming.
"I want you to suck my prick. You're gonna take this mother in your mouth and suck
it! I wanna feel those lips around my prick!" Billy muttered.
"Oh yes, suck..."
Marilyn had never done something like that.
Her husband was always more interested in her fucking her brains out than doing
anything else. But the idea had occurred to her more than once. Billy pulled her
around, then slipped forward and rolled onto his ass. He lay there, hands folded behind
his head and grinning up at her.
"Come on, suck my cock!"
Marilyn swallowed hard, finding herself crouched between his widely spread legs. Billy
was fingering his cock, holding it around the fat base while pointing it right at her
mouth. Marilyn brushed away her hair, bending down. She could smell her own juices
on his cock! The prick head was so big, so slick, so red. She loved the way it looked, the
skin taut, shiny, the slit open.
As she dropped her face down another inch Marilyn saw a drop of something – cum,
she guessed – squeezing out, bubbling out, then dribbling down the long stalk. Could
she get something inside her mouth that big? At that point Champ jumped on the bed.
"Let the pooch go... let 'im come up. I'll bet he's got something to show us."
Marilyn sighed, feeling Billy's fingers running through her hair. She opened her mouth,
gingerly grabbing hold of that big cock. How it jerked and twitched in her grasp! And
that powerful, hard-muscled, hot cock rod had been racing through her pussy again and
again! It was frightening! Marilyn stared at the big cock, then drew in another sharp
breath. Raising her ass cheeks off her heels, she dropped down, letting the prick head
brush against her pouty lower lip.
"Ohhhh, come on, Mrs. Hubbard! Come on and suck my cock good!"
Billy was licking his lips, his brown nipples hard and stiff as he rubbed his legs against
the bedspread. Marilyn liked teasing him. But then she felt another spasm in her pussy
and decided to go all the way. Flattening her tongue she let it slip forward. In a
moment his prickhead was resting against the pointed tip as she closed her full, red lips
around the cock head.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Billy's legs jerked up, his knees then flopping back down against the bed. Marilyn had
the cock head in her mouth and rubbed her tongue back and forth now against the
sensitive groove behind the tip.
"Noooooo!"
Champ was sniffing around her pussy. Marilyn's mind reeled. Cock in her mouth, cock
in her cunt. Wouldn't that be too much? Oh she felt so deliciously naughty. She wanted
to do all these naughty things the rest of her life. She wanted to enjoy things her
daughter was obviously relishing. Live wasn't just for the young, Marilyn thought, as
she dropped down to the fat cock and started licking it like candy.
"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Hubbard, do it! Come on, do it like that!"
Marilyn rocked forward, raising her ass a little higher from her feet. Champ moved
forward, rubbing his cold snout up against her pussy. She liked having something
touching her back there now. He had fucked her, Billy had fucked her, and now her
cunt was so hot, so empty! If she could have something in her pussy now it would be
lovely.
"He wanna get into the act now?"
Billy raised his head, peering around her slender thighs. Champ was nuzzling her cunt
now, his growls being heard above the wet smacking sounds Marilyn was making
against his cock. She pulled her mouth off his cock, looking around. Yes, she could see
Champ wanted to be a part of the game. His red cock was sliding from its furry sheath
again and he was making those sounds, those growls that told Marilyn he wanted to
fuck.
"I... I think so," she said hesitantly, still unsure of Billy and how he would take
something like Champ fucking her.
"Then let Mm. Hey, it sounds real groovy, real crazy havin' him do it. Man, it's gonna
be great – you suckin' my cock while the pooch's fuckin' you!"
There was a true ring of excitement in his voice.
"Are... are you sure?"
For an answer Billy took her head and forced her mouth back onto his prick.
Marilyn's lips curled around that thing, sliding down, down until the woman could feel
his cock head pressing against her tonsils. He was throating him, growling with the
effect, shoving his crotch up against her face. Marilyn sighed happily, nearly choking
then sneezing as his black, wiry cockhairs tickling the insides of her nose.
"Baby... ohhhhhh yeahhhh!"
He reached up again for her head, then dropped his hand back again. Champ was
licking her now, drawing his tongue over her ass. Marilyn shivered as she felt that
sensation, knowing that he'd be fucking into her soon. That's what she wanted, oh yes,
that's what she wanted!
It was easy to bob her head up and down, letting the hard, spongy cock jab well into
her throat. She found how easy it was to breathe in a kind of jerky rhythm, discovering
the easy rise and fall that seemed to make Billy wiggle and swear under his breath. She
closed her eyes. She liked the taste of the veined prick.
Her lips pursed around the flared tip, her nicking teeth driving Billy out of his mind.
Then she plunged her head up and down fast, going dizzy with the effect. Billy cried
out, swearing a blue streak while hammering his fists against the mattress.
"Suck it! Suck it!"
Marilyn didn't have to have the young boy tell her what she wanted to do. The dog was
nudging her ass up, wanting to get a better stab at her pussy. Marilyn obeyed, rocking
forward, feeling her cunt fire up. She felt his nose prowling behind her pussy, rubbing
up and down. Champ's tongue wet across her pussy, making her moan into Billy's
prick.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Marilyn gasped, spit oozing from her lips down over the head of Billy's cock and down
into his prick hair.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, oh, this dog. He's doing things to me, good things," she moaned.
Dancing around her, Champ had worked her hot cunt lips apart and was now stroking
them hungrily with his tongue. Collapsing against Billy, Marilyn had drooped her head
down at the feeling that was washing over her. She was frantic with excitement and the
sloppy noises behind her were exciting both her and the boy even more.
"Ohhhhh, this sucking, this dog – it's all soooo good!" Marilyn cried.
"I don't blame the pooch for doin' it to you. Hell, that's what I'd be doin' next if you
weren't so Goddamned good at sucking me off."
Billy grinned, dropping his head back to the pillow. Marilyn smiled back, shuddering as
the dog brought his hot tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt. She trembled
mightily, feeling she might pass out from the multiple sensations attacking her senses.
"Oh, it's wild! I don't know if I've ever felt like this before."
Marilyn sighed, turning her head so she could bite the side of the veined cock shaft.
Billy knew what the dog was doing to her, licking her behind. She fought some kind of
feeling that was trying to make her feel guilty. She couldn't feel guilty. That was
impossible! All she could think of was her, Billy and the dog.
Marilyn let her head fall heavily over the shaft that jutted out from between the boy's
legs. When the blue crown gouged her tonsils again, she swallowed and felt the soft
linings caress his cock. Billy sounded as if he were coming apart and behind her,
Champ wallowed his black nose part way into the opening of her cunt. Champ grunted
and drove his tongue in wild lapping frenzies over her opened pussy. The hair curled
along the sides of her cunt lips, wet with the German shepherd's spit.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Champ was growing a little softer in his touch now. When the pink surface of his
tongue brushed over the lump of her clit it was so incredibly soft, so whisper soft. She
widened her knees, wanting more, wanting his prick. Oh, oh, what a night this was
becoming!


Chapter 11

Marilyn felt Champ hunkering down between her dripping thighs. This was it! Oh, she
was going to have two lovers – one human, the other a dog.
"Billy... the dog's licking me was so good, so nice and hot."
"Great! Feel good?"
"Oh yes, yes!"
"Knew I was right. Knew the pooch'd set you off. That's the way, Mrs. Hubbard, that's
the way."
"Oh, it's turning me on!"
Billy laughed back, his laughter turning into a groan as the woman gave a sloppy lick
over his bulbous cock tip. He grimaced, a sharp cry escaping from his lips.
Marilyn knew she's have to be careful or she'd bring him off too soon. She didn't want
him popping off in her mouth just yet, not when the dog hadn't even begun fucking
her! She backed off, rubbing her fingers over his balls, marveling at how hot and yet
how soft and leathery those things were.
"Uhhhhh, yeah touch me like that!"
She looked again at the slit at the top of his cockhead. That's where he'd be shooting
out his cum. He'd fill her mouth with his jizz through that tiny hole, spattering the
back of her throat with it.
"Damn! Come on, Mrs. Hubbard, tighten those lips around my cock!"
Marilyn went back to sucking, feeling the cock head actually swelling between her
tightly pursed lips. Champ had centered his licking attention again on her clit now and
the tiny pink bump had become acutely sensitive. The dog felt it with his tongue, trying
to flatten it down into her wet, throbbing cunt lips. Marilyn went wild, prancing her
ass, feeling as if her pussy would explode.
"Fuck!"
Again the woman pranced her ass, tucking the delicious little treat away from Champ.
He whined, finding her clit again with the sharp line of his bottom teeth.
Marilyn felt herself coming unglued. And there was Billy, thrashing like a wild man
below her. His cock was dancing and jerking around in her mouth. And the dog – that
wonderful, damned dog – was touching her all over, licking his tongue deep into her
cunt, fucking her with his maw! It was wild, the best sex she had ever had!
"Billy!"
Again she had to pull her mouth away from his cock and call out his name.
"Suck, suck..." he panted.
The young kid was pounding the mattress, crying out filthy, terrible things. She loved
it. Marilyn knew she had a sex-crazed male animal under her and behind her was the
dog, that wonderful shepherd licking her pussy, eating her out. When Champ got really
excited, Marilyn could always feel his fangs and she could feel them now. They pressed
keenly into her wet cunt lips, rimming the aching flesh around her cuntal mouth. She
gasped with undisguised delight. Her long hair tickled sexily over Billy's muscled belly.
When she bobbed down, it tickled over his balls.
"No!"
The dog was starting to pull back. No, no, she couldn't let him pull away, not now
while her cunt was so damned hot!
"Oh, he's gonna do it, gonna fuck you. That's why he's movin' back!" Billy cried.
Marilyn shook her head, feeling her heart pounding so hard, so very, very hard. She
gasped, hearing the animal's low, throaty growl. Oh, it was happening, really happening
behind her! Champ was going to fuck her while Billy's cock was dancing around in her
mouth. It was better than she could ever hope for!
"Let 'im fuck you good, baby. That's it, let 'im fuck you real good."
She licked her tongue around and around Billy's cock head, flattening it, rubbing it
back and forth, feeling that hot double-lobed head throbbing up against her tongue. She
swallowed more, coating her throat with his spunk while still tickling his balls. Billy
was doing everything he could to keep from shooting all the way. Marilyn slowed down
again, rubbing her cunt against Champ's snout. She heard him growl. He had one paw
up against her ass, rubbing it over her ass crack. Marilyn curved her tongue into a
trough and started caressing the thick cum-tube that ran the length of the boy's prick.
"Man, that's. . .that's good, real gooooood!" Billy cried out.
"Oh yes, yes," Marilyn sobbed, feeling Champ take one of her ass cheeks and shake it
vigorously.
She sobbed louder when the pull of her nipped flesh made the strain against her clit so
delicious it nearly made her cum. She struggled to keep her concentration, to keep
sucking hungrily at the bursting cock that now jabbed hungrily into her throat. When
Billy began to thrust his hips frantically, she struggled to keep his cock in her mouth. It
jabbed out the sides of her cheeks, more cum slicking down her throat.
Champ bit at her thigh, then licked deep into the peeled-back, swollen membranes of
her cunt. Marilyn quivered and groaned through her nose, gurgling as she swallowed
down more and more jizz. She knew the boy was close to shooting. She could tell in the
strain of his voice, in the jerkiness of his movements.
"God, Mrs. Hubbard, that's good, real good. Christ, you're gonna make me cum. I
wanna cum when the dog's fuckin' you."
"Oh, Billy!"
Marilyn's consciousness felt suddenly shaded, dazed. The hard cock in her mouth was
about to explode down her throat. She tilted sideways, feeling Champ bumping his
head hard against her thighs. The dog was up on his paws now, driving his pointed
muzzle roughly against her cunt. And Billy was there watching it all. She could just
barely see him as he pushed his head up a bit and watched the action.
"Fuck me, Champ, fuck me!"
By now the dog was familiar with that command. He barked, his tail jerking from left
to right.
"Wow! You must do this a lot," Billy commented, watching the close interaction
between woman and dog.
"Enough," Marilyn conceded, hunkering down.
Marilyn began whimpering as Champ climbed onto her, his paws scratching her ass.
And at the same time Billy was pushing her head back down onto his cock. She opened
her mouth, swallowing the full length of his prick and moaning against his cock.
Champ was on top of her now, fucking his prick against the backs of her legs.
"Man, it's a real trip, havin' the pooch hunkerin' down over you. He's a trip. Christ,
he's pumping now, his hips goin' up and down."
"Uhfhfhfhhffff!"
Marilyn heard the description and moaned happily. She felt the dog's rapid movement.
His cock was edging up into her pussy, fucking her pussy, rubbing all those delicous
bumps against her lick-over cunt. "Nooooooffff!"
Marilyn felt her mind blowing apart and shattering into millions of pieces. Billy was
swearing once more, his head jerking around. She could taste the wads jetting into her
mouth! He was cumming, firing his load.
"Damn it! Suck it down, suck it down all the way, man! Fuck, it's somethin' else havin'
you eat my meat that way! And the Goddamned dog's fuckin' your cunt! Shit, this is
outta control!"
Billy cried out again and again, feeding the woman more of his hard cock. Marilyn
couldn't keep herself from exploding either. Her clit was swollen and hot, pulsing with
a crazy tickle that threatened to climax at any second. She looked up and saw Billy's
face, a mask of pleasure and pain.
"Oooooofffff!"
Champ fucked down fast, his forelegs around her belly while his narrow hips slammed
again and again against her ass. She felt herself a second away from insanity. It was
going to happen! She was going to cum with the dog!
A core of white-hot joy appeared at the apex of her cunt. Champ was howling, his body
shuddering against hers. He was cumming, dumping his doggie spunk in her pussy
while Billy sent more gouts of his cum down her throat.
Marilyn sighed happily and came and came and came, feeling so wonderful, so loved,
so wanted! Billy was saying something, rubbing his hairy groin up against her nose
while the dog finished burying his cock in her pussy.
"Cummmmm..."
Marilyn let the prick drop from her mouth, falling completely sideways on the bed. She
was breathing heavily, trying to get air in her lungs. Champ had slipped out and was
curled on the floor already, licking his shrinking cock. She felt the boy's fingers rubbing
through her hair. Sighing happily, Marilyn felt Champ's cum oozing from her cuntslit.
It was wonderful!
"That's a good fuck, a good everything," Marilyn sighed.
"Haven't had that kinda head in a long time. like to do it again?"
Marilyn frowned. She would have loved doing it again and again until the sun rose but
Christy and Clint would be coming home soon. Perhaps she could send the two off
somewhere else tomorrow evening. She proposed that idea to Billy and he grinned. isi
"Mom sneakin' behind her daughter's back. I like it, yeah, sure! Why not?"
"Mother knows best," Marilyn said, slowly pulling herself off the bed.
She would shower and perhaps play with her new-found lover some more before letting
him go. Champ was spent for the moment but later, perhaps, he would show more
interest again. Marilyn sighed happily. Oh, what a good day this had turned out to be!

* * *

Some miles away Christy was pumping her ass for all she was worth, her shivering
white back bouncing against the flat black seat of her mother's car. Clint was holding
her with both powerful hands, pressing her into the material. The young girl was
gasping, her tits slapping wetly together, her nipples slick with her cousin's spit. Small
teeth marks around the hard tit tips indicated just how excited Clint had been.
"Uhhhhhh, oh fuck me, Clint! Oh God!"
Christy was panting, her mind going blank. Her pussy membranes were tight against
his cock as he fucked her deeply.
"Christ, Christy, gonna cum! Gonna blow your fuckin' head off with my cock!"
He was groaning while he held her and touched her asshole with two fingers. Did he
like her moving like this? Apparently he did. The tops of her toes scraped over the roof
of the car. How nice it was for her mother to let them use the auto! If she only knew
what was happening now! "Uhhhhhh!"
Christy especially liked it when Clint's touch lingered for a second on the tiny, hard
pucker of her asshole. There were nerves there she had never even guessed about. And
when he pushed in a little, she cried out.
The shout told everything. Christy knew he was going to shoot. She braced herself, her
ass fucking back for all she was worth. She could feel that big cock gouging hotly inside
her pussy. And then... and then it happened. White-hot explosions tore through her,
ripping her mind as her cousin fucked long and hard and deep into her.
"Yaghghghghhh!"
It was the biggest, the best climax she'd ever had! The teen bucked back, then fell limp
as she surrendered completely to the hammering blows of her cousin's jizz. In a
moment Christy could feel the cum bubbling from her cunt slit, oozing down her
thighs. How delicious!
"Ohhhhhh!"
And then it was over. He pulled out slowly, rubbing his cockhead over her clit. Then he
lowered himself carefully back onto her body.
"Good movie?"
They both giggled.
"Mother can't ever know. She's such a prude," Christy said, thinking uneasily of that
night when she'd found Marilyn in that odd position. But quickly she brushed the
thoughts from her mind.
"Maybe we can do it again tomorrow night. I'll figure out something," Clint suggested.
Christy smiled. This was going to be the best visit ever! Christy thought wickedly of the
dog. Well, he'd just have to wait. Perhaps her mother would take care of him! Christy
giggled, burying her face in Clint's shoulders. That was a joke! Her mother and the
dog!
"Oh no, everything's just right... perfect. Oh, let's fuck again before we have to go
home."
Clint laughed and kissed her nose, telling her what a hungry little thing she was. Well,
she was hungry! And Christy guessed her appetite for such things would grow and
grow and grow.


THE END
