DOG-LICKED MOTHER
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

Jane Hennessey pressed her fingertips together, rubbing them against her pouting lower
lip. It was becoming so difficult to ignore that tingly hot, tight itch deep in her cunt.
She leaned against the back of the couch, her eyes closed, the pulse between her white
shivering thighs seeming to sap all her strength. Why was it so bad now? Why was it
becoming worse and worse? Jane turned, shrugging her head between her narrow
shoulders. She caught her image in the big, yawning picture window to her right.
Certainly she was mature and attractive enough to find someone, a man, who would
satisfy her... who would... fuck her.
"Fuck!"
The word sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Jane circled her arms around her
upper body, rubbing her fingers over her goose-fleshed skin. It had been so long since a
man had held her and fucked her. Again the tall blonde woman closed her eyes,
rubbing her thighs against one another and feeling the slick, sexy rub of her bloated
cuntlips. She could almost feel her late husband's hands caressing her ass, kneading the
cheeks together while his cock squeezed through her cuntlips.
Jane had to stop thinking things like this. It was getting her nowhere. Opening her
eyes, she sighed with the effort of pushing away those delightful images. of her and
Brad tossing around in bed. How he could fuck! Row his prick would piston in and out
of her cunthole, always touching her clit, always sending those delicious sparks of
delight showering into her cunt.
But that was three years ago. Three years! I Jane closed her eyes. It was like living
through some dreadful sentence. And there was the problem of raising her young
daughter, Fran.
Lately the two of them had been drifting so far apart. Francie was always crossing her,
saying the wrong thing, doing what she knew would displease Jane. Perhaps this recent
visit of her sister's daughter Cindy would help. Francie needed a good role model her
own age.
"Oh!"
Jane's train of thought was interrupted suddenly by movement to her left. For a
moment the woman thought someone had broken into the house. There had been a
problem in the neighborhood recently. To protect herself and her daughter Jane had
purchased a guard dog, a German shepherd.
"Oh, it's you, Spike," she laughed nervously, her lips curling into a smile.
Spike. Her only friend, Jane thought, stretching out a hand and motioning to the dog to
approach. He was such a handsome animal! Jane had purchased him as protection, but
in the past few weeks he had become far more than an animate burglar alarm. There
was just something about the way he acted lately that made the woman feel dogs were
indeed man's best friend. Jane bent down and petted the friendly dog, rubbing her
fingers through his short fur and tickling him behind his pointy ears. The dog whistled
through his black nostrils, nuzzling against her thighs.
"Oh, Spike, if only everyone were as friendly and open as you."
Jane let him nuzzle her tits, feeling the corn forting warm wash of his tongue around
her lower throat. Her daughter and niece were at the movies now and Jane knew they
would be coming home in another hour or so. Would Cindy be a positive influence on
Francie? The two seemed to hit it off, renewing their childhood friendship after some
ten years of separation. Jane smiled, glad the girl was able to visit for a week.
"Oh, Spike, you silly dog!"
Jane slapped him playfully, feeling his nose nuzzling a bit too deeply in her dress. She
pushed him away, holding his big, powerful fuzzy face in both hands. Sometimes,
especially lately, he bad been acting too-well, fresh! Jane smiled at her choice of words.
She was acting as if he were human.
"Spike, no!"
Jane was firm, pointing a finger directly at him and shaking it. The dog cocked his head
to one side, his tail high in the air while his big brown eyes stared at her. Jane shivered.
There was something behind those eyes, something that made her feel ill at ease. She
shook off the thought, stroking her fingers through her fur once more and standing up.
How shaky her knees were! It was all that thinking, all those old memories of Brad and
her fucking.
She had to stop thinking of fucking. It was too complicated with Francie living with her
right now. How could she possibly start dating again with a teenaged daughter without
looking like the neighborhood tramp? How could she keep nagging Francie about being
careful with, boys if she was sleeping around?
"Spike!"
He was nuzzling her again, lifting the hem of her skirt up an inch Or two and pressing
his nose against the back of her thigh. This was really too much! Slapping downward,
she struck the big animal across the snout, regretting immediately Of having hit him so
hard. Spike reared back, his tail tucked between his legs. But still he seemed undaunted.
Moving forward again, he slipped his head under her dress, pressing that cold black
snout against the soft spot behind her right knee.
Jane stiffened, a shock of pleasure racing through her body and making her cuntal walls
slap together. What on earth was wrong with her? Why was she acting that way with a
dog?
"No, that's enough, Spike! Stop it!" she said, moving away from the big animal.
Jane walked around to the front of the couch, sitting down and feeling her ass settle
comfort ably on the cushions. Reaching forward, she searched through the pile of
magazines. Another evening of reading and watching television, waiting for her
daughter and wondering if her life really did stretch before her in some endless plain of
gray.
"Spike!"
This was really going too far! The big dog had squeezed between her legs and began
licking at her knees. Startled, the attractive woman pushed her dress down and shoved
Spike away another time. This was unbelievable! What on earth had gotten into that
dog? She wrinkled her forehead in disbelief, holding her skirt down and staring
disapprovingly at him.
Spike had been fine all evening. A little excited, perhaps, but with Cindy rushing
around all over the place, acting like the little firecracker she was, he had reason to be
upset. But this was more than that. He was almost attacking her, rubbing up against
her as if – as if she were his mistress.
"Oh!"
Then suddenly the thought struck her that Spike had smelled her. All those images of
her and Brad fucking, twisting around in their bed had stimulated her cunt. Her pussy
was itchy and hot, the juice running so freely her crotch panel stuck uncomfortably to
her cuntlips. The dog had smelled that, smelled her as if she was one of his rutting
bitches in the gutter. The thought made her cheeks redden. To think her pet would
react to her as if she were some, some animal!
"No, Spike!"
Again she pointed a warning finger at the animal, shaking her head from side to side.
This had to stop. He had to be shown she wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior.
Again Jane pushed him away with both hands, feeling him struggling against her move.
He still pushed for ward, sniffing the air between them. Jane shivered, realizing what he
was smelling. She would simply have to be more careful in the future. She couldn't
have this sort of thing happening with her daughter and niece around.
"No!"
That damned tingle in her cunt was making things so terrible this morning. Why
couldn't she control herself?
"Ohhhhh!"
In an instant Jane saw mental pictures of dogs smelling one another, of dogs licking
one another. Then the woman remembered stories she had heard about some women
who enjoyed having animals do that sort of thing to them. No, no! She wasn't that kind
of woman. The thought had never even occurred to her until just now and the horror
of it made her shove the dog roughly away.
"Go, Spike!"
He would have to stay outside until Francie and Cindy came home from, the theater;
She moved toward the door, then stopped, one hand fluttering over her beating heart.
When she moved, she could feel the slick rubbing of her cuntlips against one
another. Oh, oh, this was going to have to stop! She would take a cold shower and take
theedge off her excitement. But first she would have to get rid of that awful dog.
"Out!"
But Spike refused to move. Jane stood there, one hand on the doorknob, her fingers icy
with fear. What was happening to her? There was some other feeling gripping her now,
something other than fear and revulsion. Excitement! She bit down hard on her lower
lip, shaking her head if to deny the truth to herself. But there it was, staring her right in
the face – sexual arousal!
Jane could feel it between her legs, the heat burning in the furry bundle that was wet
with juice. She could feel her clit standing up, almost sputtering with electricity while
the dog kept on staring at her and smelling the juice seeping from her cunthole.
"Get out!"
How cracked and hoarse her voice was. And why couldn't she open the door? It was as
if something had fro her, something that had prevented her from making one
intelligent move.
"Spike, out!"
With the greatest of efforts, Jane managed to open the front door. The rush of cool air
against her arm felt good! Inhaling the fresh oxygen, Jane felt a little stronger. She
motioned with one hand for the animal to leave but Spike stood his ground, wagging
his tail slowly from side to side. Glancing nervously outside, fearing the neighbors
would wonder why she was holding the door open like that, Jane closed it once more.
"Please, Spike, you have to go. I can't... just can't have you in the same house with me."
He was a two-year-old dog, in the prime of his sex life, and he obviously wanted to
share some of that with her. Jane shook her head once more. Never, never would she
let herself sink that low. It was too awful for her to contemplate.
"Down, Spike, down!"
The dog was swirling around her legs now. Slapping down once again, she felt his cold,
damp nose against her calf. And then the dog moved back, pushing his snout against
her right thigh. Jane let out a whistling sound from her flared nostrils, then realized it
was nearly the same sound Spike was making.
"No, oh God in heaven, no! This can't be happening to me!"
Jane turned around, clawing her fingernails against the smooth white molding around
the door. The animal was nuzzling the backs of her legs again, licking his tongue up
and down broadly while whimpering deep in his throat. This had to stop now!
"Spike!"
Here voice had none of the authority that might have ma4e the big animal stop in his
tracks. Again Jane slapped down at the dog, feeling his snout sliding between her thighs
and bump the underside of her cuntal mound. He had touched it, actually pressed his
nose against her pussy. Through her panties Jane could feel the pressure of his nose
against her pussy. She let out a long sigh, her thighs tightening at that brushing
sensation. She could feel his bristly snout hairs and wondered what his tongue would
feel like slopping over her pussy. Brad had eaten her several times and she remembered
now how good his mouth had felt sucking her cunt. He had driven her wild with his
tongue, fucking it into her cunt as if it were a cock!
"No, Spike! Down, down, get away from me!"
But the animal persisted. He bumped her cuntal mound again, wedging his muscular
body between her legs. Jane pushed away from the wall, shaking her head. It couldn't
happen to her! It just couldn't!
The bedroom. If only she could make it to the bedroom she could hide there safely
until her daughter and niece returned from the movies.
"Get away!"
Jane ran to the stairs, her slender fingers grip ping the polished oak handrail. Spike was
behind her, his tail wagging. Jane didn't care what he did now. .Her resolve was strong.
She would rush to her room and lock the door. The silly dog could do what he wanted.
She would be safe!
Jane climbed the first few stairs, slipping to her knees when the German shepherd
shoved his nose up against her pussy mound again. Jane suddenly felt as if she couldn't
move. Her shoulders rested against the banister, her ass on the fourth step. Somewhere
behind her, Spike was licking her legs, then pushing his snout up under her skirt once
more and trying to get at her cunt. Panicked, Jane slapped down, kicking at him. A new
rush of fear made her stand up stiffly from the steps and climb the stairs faster than
before. She reached the top landing with effort, finding herself panting heavily, just like
her pet.
"Uhhhh, get away!"
Nothing seemed to have an effect on the animal. Spike was in his own world, a world
of hot cunts and pungent female smells. It was so hard for Jane to walk down the hall, a
pathway she'd gone down millions of times previous to now. Putting one hand against
the wall, she steadied herself. Her room, if only she could get to her room everything
would be all right. Then she would be able to sort out this horror.
But Spike pursued her, his tongue always licking the backs of her running legs. He was
really licking her now, licking the softness behind her knees as she rushed for the
bedroom door. Jane would have stopped to strike down at him but she didn't want to
slow her pace.
As her fingers gripped the door Spike jumped up and closed his jaws around the hem of
her dress. She felt herself being pulled away from the door. Her arms stretched
backward for balance, the sound of the dog's growling sending more shivers up and
down her spine. He was attacking her, attacking her the way a man would just before
he raped her! Rape? The thought of the dog doing anything sexual to her made Jane let
out a gasp of fright.
"Stop it, Spike!"
But her words meant nothing to the dog. His growls were more insistent, more
frightening than anything she had ever heard before in her life. He was tearing her
dress, jumping up and gathering more of the soft pink cotton material into his maw.
Jane staggered backward until she could feel the wall behind her.
"No!"
Letting out another soft scream, Jane reached back and gathered up a handful of her
dress. With one quick jerk forward, the woman snapped the dress from Spike's jaws.
She felt the dog falling past her. Stifling a sob of terror, Jane lurched forward, keeping
one eye trained on the animal while she fumbled madly for the door knob once again.
"Filthy beast!"
Brushing a lock of her blonde hair from her eyes, she opened the door. Keeping the
dog at bay with one hand, Jane rushed into her room, meaning to slam the door
quickly behind her. But she had misjudged her timing. Just as she stumbled into her
bedroom, the German shepherd moved in behind her, rushing back to her bed and
bounding up onto it in what seemed to be a mini-second. Jane groaned, one hand to
her lips.
"Get off, get off my bed!" she wailed, her eyes wide with terror.
Spike could only look at her, his long pink tongue hanging wetly from one corner of
his mouth. She rushed to the bed unsure of what she was going to do. Clenching her
fists, Jane pounded them on the mattress, jiggling the headboard against the wall.
"I said get... uhhhh!"
Spike leaped forward, his front paws striking Jane just above the tits. She could feel his
hot, panting breath against her throat as she reeled backward from the surprised blow.
Spike pushed her down to the floor and with a loud thud Jane sprawled on the thick
plush carpeting.
Spike moved in quickly. He butted her thighs farther apart, going in for the kill. Jane
was still stunned from the fall. The animal licked over her asscheeks, touching the
elastic leg bands of her panties, then moving around and soaking down the damp front
of her panties. Jane felt the silken material quickly become soaked with his spit.
"No, no, no, this can't be happening! Oh my God, God in sweet heaven, this has to be
a dream!" Jane repeated again and again.
Her voice was almost drowned out by the sound of the animal's heavy panting. she
could smell herself now, smell the hot juices that oozed from her cunt and soaked her
panties.
"Please, oh God, please don't!"
But Jane knew in her heart of hearts she was lost. There was no escaping Spike now.


Chapter 2

Jane lay there, her narrow shoulders wallowing against the floor while the animal
continued to lick up her thighs. Something was happening, something the woman
couldn't quite under stand. Her attitude toward the lapping German shepherd was
changing. There was a sudden, scalding wet pressure of his tongue against her cuntlips.
It brought a whimper of delight from her throat, a whimper Jane hadn't made since her
husband bad done something like that to her years ago. The thought of rushing from
the room faded from her mind. Her knees trembled against the big animal. One wet
lick rubbed over her clit and Jane let out another gasp, licking her dry lips.
"Oh, Spike!"
He kept nuzzling and nosing her, licking her pussy through her panties, making her
feel oh so good! Jane faded in and out, at times relishing the wet oral nuzzling, at other
times wanting to turn around and crawl away from the animal. But in the end the
blonde stayed there, legs in the air, her heels rubbing against the powerful hind
haunches of the German shepherd.
"Uhhhh, goooood!"
She closed her eyes. What would someone like her daughter know about sex? About
what a woman wants, needs especially after she's had a perfectly good sex life taken
away from her suddenly? Nothing. Jane shook her head, her fingers clawing at the
carpeting below her. She could feel her ass and lower back swiveling over the soft piling
while the animal licked deeper into her body.
Her cuntal walls convulsed, buckling in. Jack could almost hear them slapping against
each other as the hot tension between her legs grew more and more intense. She had
known secretly something unusual would happen tonight.
Something had told her that. But nothing could have made her believe that she would
be on the floor now letting a dog lick her!
"Oh there, Spike, there! Oh, it's so good for me when you touch me there!"
Jane felt that tongue touching her everywhere now. Her dress came up to her waist
while her ass jerked and pitched against the dog's maw. Spike was drenching her
panties with unbelievable energy. Jane moved down on the rug, shoving her hips
forward in an attempt to communicate her need to Spike.
The shame and fear that had made her want to run for her life moments ago had
vanished. All she could think of now was that dog, that wonderful animal with that
wonderful tongue. Her pussy was like a furnace, the heat from Spike's tongue singeing
her clit. Hooking one leg around the licking beast, Jane petted him excitedly, her
nostrils flaring as she sucked in more oxygen to feed her body. Licking. Fucking. It was
all getting so confused in her mind!
"Oh God, God!"
Spike whimpered, shoving the long black tip of his snout from side to side. Jane
whimpered back. She could feel the nylon of her panty crotch being shoved up into her
cunt, the damp silken material rubbing sexily against her convulsing cuntal walls. And
when he moved the damp material up against her clit, Jane thought she would die!
"Oh, no, noooooo!"
Jane could hear the beating of her own heart as if it were a brass drum. He touched her
clit again and Jane caught the dog's head in both her trembling hands, staring at him.
He stared back with slitted eyes, his pointy ears flattening back against his head while
his nostrils quivered with excitement. She could never stop this – and she wasn't sure
she wanted to.
"Uhhhhhhh... oh, Spike, don't, don't do this to me! Oh God in heaven, what am I
doing?"
Jane let go and the dog backed away. He wiggled back down to .her pussy, opening his
jaws wide and closing them lightly against the bulging tendon of her left thigh. The
painful pressure made Jane throw her head back, arching her spine and rubbing her
shoulders against the carpeting. She gasped with wild delight, her ass beating the rug
while her fingers clawed at the dog's thick coat of fur.
"No, uhhhh, nooooo!"
The woman hadn't felt this sexually wild for so many years. It was as if a. dam of lust
had burst! Jane embraced the dog as she would have embraced a human lover. Spike let
go for an instant, then bit again a few inches higher on her thigh. She shivered again,
her flesh breaking into goose-pimples at the biting touch of her pet.
Biting down on her pouty lower lip, Jane could taste blood. She tried to punish herself
for the delight racing through her body. But nothing could stop it. Panting, Jane
thought of all those erotic dreams she'd been having lately. She would always climax
just as she was waking up, just when reality blended with the wild, twisted images of
her unconsciousness.
She sobbed, rolling to her side on the floor. She felt her knees banging up against the
bed. Only then did she realize that she was on the floor and not on her mattress. She
wondered if she were worthy now of climbing onto the bed with the animal licking at
her pussy.
"Nooooo!"
The sloppy nylon of her panties twisted, pulling into a twisted rope. It fell to one side
and exposed her swollen cuntlips. Jane cried out again, clawing at the air, then at the
dog once more.
"Spike! Spike! What are you doing to me? Oh God, don't, don't!"
But the dog kept on lapping, his sloppy mouth wetting her all over. Jane loved the
touch, the licking sensation of his tongue wet ting the tender the tender surfaces of her
pussy, which had been peeled open. Jane wallowed in her own sexuality, loving it when
the dog seemed more excited than ever. He gouged his claws against her thighs and
stuck his long nose up and down against the flooded, slick folds of her pussy. Raising
her head slightly from the floor, Jane could see that her own juices were wetting the fur
around his snout.
"Spike, oh God, fuck me with that tongue," she said, feeling as wild as a teenager.
The dog seemed to understand her and drove his tongue up and down her pussy. She
felt that pink tongue lolling sloppily over her cunt, parting the hot crack, bathing her
clit again and again with spit-doggy spit.
"Doggie."
The word came to her mouth and made her shiver as she pronounced it. She rubbed
the backs of her legs quickly against the rug, feeling the piling heating up her flesh.
Pushing out one leg, Jane pointed her toes, feeling them cramp deliciously. That dog,
that wonderful, damned dog was doing this to her! How she loved it!
"Spike, fuck me with that... oh God, fuck me with that tongue!"
She cried out the command again, her face pinched and red from the animal's caresses.
It was so lovely, so wonderful. Jane pitched her ass up, feeling it brushing over Spike's
fur red face. Her senses reeled with the dog's hot, lusty touch. With a groan the woman
put one shaky hand down to her cuntal mound. She could feel the hot, wet sensation of
his spit washing over her pussy. Climax, yes, she was going to cum with the dog
lapping at her between her legs.
Jane laughed, a wild, hoarse laugh. She felt every nerve-ending in her pussy sputtering
with lust. It was a sensation she hadn't had since her late husband had held her down
on the bed and fucked her mind blank. How she had let him touch her, fuck her, drive
her wild with his prick right there in the room. And now it was happening again only
this time it wasn't a man.
With another laugh Jane gave herself completely over to the animal, moving her fingers
around her cuntlips. How deliciously good it felt having that tongue licking her fingers,
her knuckles, then going down and touching her clit all over again.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Could she let the dog do any more? Jane thought about letting Spike fuck her. The
thought made the woman inhale a sharp gasp. Fucking, fucking with a cock! It had
been so long since anything like this had happened at all. A man touching her with his
cock would have made her whimper in excitement. But fucking with her dog?
"No, no, get away from me!"
Things had gone too far, Jane thought as she shoved the growling animal away from
her. Looking down, she saw the bumpy red spike of a cock sticking out from its sheath.
The pointy end was standing straight up at her. Jane shivered, feeling as if she had just
saved herself from some awful fate.
"Away! Get away or I'll kill you!"
The woman felt a rush of energy as she screamed wildly at the confused animal. She
rushed away, crawling on all fours across the carpeting. Spike lunged over her back,
diving his head between her legs again. Her panties were pulled into a twisted rope
between her asscheeks.
"No, no!"
She slapped backward this time, meaning it. Jane knew she had to get away from the
German shepherd or she would be doing something she'd regret. Fucking a dog! What
kind of animal had she become?
"Nooooo!"
Spike wet her ass, nipping at her shivering flesh with those large front fangs. Somehow
she had managed to open the bedroom door and crawl into the hail. Thank goodness
she didn't hear the voices of her daughter and niece.
"You horrid animal! I'll have you destroyed if you follow me!"
Could he understand? Would he listen to her? No, he pursued her still, butting her ass,
licking her, still trying to reach that golden goal of her pussy. Jane shook her head. She
could see the yellow light of the bathroom coming out from under the door. She let out
a little cry of triumph, crawling toward it. Down below she could hear the steady
chiming of the grand father's clock.
"Get away from me!"
The bathroom door opened and she dragged herself halfway inside. Spike was yipping
and dancing at her feet. She pulled herself forward on her belly, her fingers scratching
over the smooth tiled floor.
Her cunt was almost completely exposed now and the animal made another move,
shoving part of his black muzzle into her pussy. He twisted his snout around, growling
into her cunt. The vibrations sent more shivers rushing through Jane. Gripping the
stand supporting the sink, she pulled herself in all the way into the room.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Somehow Jane managed to kick the dog out of the bathroom. She curled up, wedging
the door shut. Jane could hear Spike outside. At times he threw his body against the
wooden door, threatening to break it down. She clamped her hands over her ears,
unable to stand his howls of frustration. Then he began scratching at the wood,
whimpering, still able to smell the hot pungent aroma of her aroused cunt.
Jane held her head, rocking back and forth on the floor. She could feel the cold tiled
floor rubbing against her hot, steamy cunt. The contrast sent shivery orgasms rushing
through her body. Cumming. Climax. All the words rushed through her head as she
saw there cross-legged on the bathroom floor.
"Nooooo!"
Jane stood up fast, clinging to the edge of the sink. There was that steady pulsing itch
in her cunt. Her pussy lips were red and hot, while her clit seemed to burn like a tiny
fire.
"Fuck!"
The word tumbled from her lips. She closed her eyes, resting her forehead against the
smooth slick surface of the cabinet mirror. She couldn't open that door. She just
couldn't let that dog touch her again. Jane knew she wouldn't have the strength to run
away from him again.
"Get away, you damned animal!"
She screamed at the top of her voice, his howls of rage and disappointment torturing
her through the bathroom door. She stood there, legs wide apart, leaning against the
sink. She was so hot down there and she had pushed away the only thing that could
satisfy her. The pulses in her cunt continued to grow, worse and worse. They seemed to
draw the life from her as she rocked there from side to side.
"Fucking."
Again that wonderful word escaped from her lips, making her shiver all over. She could
still feel Spike's warm, furry coat rubbing against her. She could still feel the pressure of
his body, the touch of his tongue against her cunt. Rubbing her thighs together, Jane
felt her pussy lips folding over one another wetly.
"Spike."
She had pushed him away. But oh, oh, how she wanted him now. Jane rocked her hips
slowly at first. And as the friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbed against her clit
tip, she moved them faster. It wasn't the same as finger fucking. But somehow this was
better, more appropriate.
"Oh no, no, oh God! I'm so hot... so hot, I'm going to cum!"
How many times she had shouted that word when her late husband had fucked her?
She said it again now, drawing her legs together to increase the friction. With her
thighs tight together, the woman started dipping her ass, noticing how the perspiration
dotted her forehead.
Spike kept on scratching at the door. He heard her whimpers and noticed the smell of
Jane's pussy become stronger and stronger.
"No, no!"
Jane felt the hot dampness under each of her tits become more intense. At the same
time a streak of drool oozed from the left corner of her mouth. She stared at her
reflection. Could she deny what was the obvious? She wanted to get fucked, and get
fucked badly. Jane couldn't pretend she didn't want the dog. Scratching her nails
against the cracked white porcelain of the sink, she turned, her fingers gripping the
doorknob.
"Oh, oh, you beautiful dog! We have to do this, don't we?"
Spike jumped at her, smelling her, licking her as Jane stumbled down the hail back to
her bedroom. They would have to hurry. Glancing at her white alarm clock by the side
of her bed, Jane saw it was nearly time for her daughter to return from the movies.
Spike rushed back in, bounding onto her bed. Jane locked the door behind her, feeling
as if she were entering some new time dimension. Quickly she reached around,
unbuttoning her dress, then stepping from it. She wasn't even going to think of what
she was doing. The best thing was just to get it over with quickly.
"You're going to fuck me, Spike, fuck me good," she whispered, reaching down and slip
ping off her panties.
"Fuck me, Spike."
It was a command she didn't have to give twice. The dog was ready, his legs braced
wide on the mattress. Reaching around again, she unbuckled her bra, feeling the halter
slipping from her shoulders. Her large, high-riding, thirty-six-inch tits swung free. As
she approached the bed, Jane caught herself in the full-length mirror to the right. How
long and red her nipples were!
She was, she thought, the perfect picture of a woman in heat, a woman going to her
lover. Only this lover wasn't human. Jane laughed, throwing back her head and feeling
the sexy, silken sweep of her hair over the tops of her asscheeks.
"Good, dog, good..."
Jane crawled onto the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. Spike was on her
immediately, licking her tits, nuzzling his fur red head against her chest. How hot and
wet and wonderful that tongue felt as it licked her body again. Jane laughed shakily,
falling back onto the bed. She felt her head pressing into the soft pillow behind her as
she spread her legs and began drawing her fingers lightly up and down her belly.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Spike went wild. He licked her all over, his tongue slopping over the tender flesh of her
inner thighs. It was a wonderful, ecstatic friction. Her knees slid farther apart and she
could hear her cuntlips unstick. Was that a car outside? Was someone bringing her
daughter home? Jane didn't care. If they came home, they came home. No one would
dare go into her bedroom.
"Uhhhhhhhl"
Spike nuzzled his snout between her swollen, slick cuntlips. Jane felt herself spinning
down and down into a black vortex of delight. How she loved it, wallowed in it, as the
dog continued licking her into sexual oblivion!


Chapter 3

"Spike... Spike..."
Jane was rolling around the bed now, feeling the silken material of her bedspread
gathering up between her clenching and unclenching asscheeks. The dog knew how to
play her, how to bring her up, then gradually let her down. Jane panted heavily, her
flesh glowing with perspiration. Gently, delicately, his long pink tongue sucked around
her tiny inner cuntlips. It was when he was petting her clit that the woman thought she
would go out of her mind.
"Nooooooo!"
Jane arched her spine, pressing her head into the pillow behind her. How she wanted
that touch, that touch of his tongue in her cunt. And then she would have that touch of
his cock. Deep in her heart, she knew she had to have something very hot and very
hard in her pussy soon. The excitement the dog had peaked in her 2 earlier told her
that. She whimpered, sliding her, arms up and pushing her hands into the pillow. She
gave herself completely over to the large animal, relishing his wildness!
"Spike! Do it to me, oh yes Do it to me, doggie, lick me, fuck me!"
It was so completely uninhibited. There were no worries here about going to bed with a
dog. Nothing to worry about except when he would fuck her. He licked down deep into
her pussy as Jane stretched her legs farther apart. She could feel that hot, humid,
panting breath tickling her cuntal curls as he licked her pussy again and again.
"Spike... Spike..."
How beautiful his name sounded. Jane loved to think of what was happening to her.
Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine what they looked like-dog and woman, stretched
out on the bed, fucking. She could well imagine the strange contrast of her white flesh
against his dark gray fur, his tail washing over her toes again and again. And all the
while his tongue was dipping into her hot cunt, drawing out more juices while her legs
undulated against her bedspread.
"Spike."
Jane rolled from side to side. Oh, how good it was knowing that it was an animal
between her shivering white legs. The hunger of her body made that sensation all the
more intense. Her hands reached down to her belly. She wanted to find the dog's nose,
to feel his tongue again. Her fingers touched the squishy, steamy mess between her
thighs and she felt the dog's tongue there.
Jane started moving her ass up and down in soft, fucking movements. That was a hint,
a hint to him that she wanted more. The dog growled, sensing her excitement. He
whimpered, bathing the bottom of her ass with hot spit. He lapped back into the split
of her asscheeks then moved back to the tiny knot of her asshole.
"No!"
Jane jerked her ass up higher. It was wonderful, incredible that he was touching her like
this. And to think she had nearly pushed him away forever, locking herself up like
some teenager frightened of sex. Jane giggled hysterically, pushing her hands around
her pussy and fingering her clit while the big animal kept tonguing her asshole.
"Oh yes, yes, lick me, lick me everywhere!" she gasped.
Her late husband had never been this unrestrained, this... wild! Jane gasped and
babbled to the dog as he kept on raping her with that tongue. The snout drove up and
down against her slick pussy, her clit burning from the steady lapping friction. Jane
moved one hand up to her face, brushing away the perspiration that burned into her
eyes and nose. She felt the sticky sensation of her back and ass against the bedspread.
She had to have the dog fuck her soon. Jane knew she would not be satisfied to just let
the animal touch her with his tongue.
"Uhhhhhh...uhhhhhhh!"
The sticky touch of his tongue, the stiff tickle of his coat – all of it drove Jane out of
her mind. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head, caressing him with her
toes. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. She moved her ass up and down
faster now, fucking his tongue, wanting to fuck his pointy little cock.
"Fuck me, fuck..."
Jane worked her ass around in frantic little circles, crying and panting excitedly through
her nose. Her nostrils burned. The dog's lapping seemed to be everywhere at once now.
The more she moved, the more pleasure he brought.
"Fuck."
Jane knew all she had to do was climb onto her hands and knees and nature surely
would take over. But the woman waited for that moment, relishing the anticipation, the
excitement of being teased this way.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Now he brushed over her cunt and licked back into her ass-split, touching her asshole
once more. Then he moved up to her belly, drawing his tongue over her nipples,
sanding it over the tiny tip and sending more sparks of delight rushing into her body.
Jane let out another gasp. How close she was to cumming now! But Jane fought to keep
from climaxing, rutting there in front of the dog while keeping her excitement down.
The big muscles in her ass were cramping. She could feel her cuntal muscles spasming,
trying to grab the animal's black nose. She had to let him fuck her now. She couldn't
hold back any longer. Reaching up, she grabbed Spike's head again, looking into his big
brown eyes and smiling.
"You're gonna fuck me now, Spike. That's right, boy, you're gonna drive that doggie
dick into me and make me feel oh so good!"
The dog whimpered excitedly, his tail working from left to right. The thought of what
was about to happen hurried her to the inevitable conclusion. With a gasp Jane rolled
onto her belly. Spike followed her, nuzzling her ass, trying to get at the hot, moist
treasure between her legs.
Jane moved her knees apart, pressing low with her hands until she was kneeling there,
facing the headboard. Behind her was the dog, growling and whimpering excitedly
through his nose. For a moment Jane was afraid he might now know what to do. Then
she felt a paw on her asscheeks as he licked across her ass.
"Do it, Spike, do it."
For an instant Jane was afraid the dog might lose interest, or she might have another
flash of morality. But nothing of the sort happened. In a moment the dog began
crawling onto her, hooking his legs around her belly and hugging her tight. Jane let out
another sigh of delight when she felt his weight pressing her down onto the bed.
Stiffening her elbows, Jane pushed back up, loving the furred, warm feeling of his belly
against her spine. She spread her knees yet farther apart and felt something very hot
touching her cunt. His cock!
"Fuck me, fuck me now!"
Her words were harsh, demanding. They echoed through the large bedroom as Spike
worked nervously behind the woman. He secured his balance, looking around, then
tightening his grip behind her waist. Jane let out a shuddering breath, the blind
stabbings of his prick exciting her more and more. For an instant Jane thought she was
going to cum then and there. And then she felt the pointy pricktip brushing over the
tops of her cuntlips. Then it slipped down, pressing against the hot cunt crack. Jane
dipped her ass a little, pushing it out to make the dog's initial penetration that much
easier.
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh, God, God, you're fucking me! You're fucking me, Spike, and it's
beautiful!"
Jane closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. Crouched there on her marriage
bed, the woman backed up into the fucking dog. How his prick split her cunt in two,
separating the itching, convulsing walls! How his forelegs tightened even more around
her chest, nearly crushing the air from her lungs as he fucked her. The furry feeling of
his belly against her made her so happy! Jane let out a long, low wail, her forehead
pressing against the pillow under her. Her elbows bent out, then straightened as she felt
more and more of those hot, bumpy inches sinking into her pussy.
"Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!"
She wanted to be raped brutally by this animal! And how her cunt got hot under that
constant attack. Her pussy boiled with juice while her clit rubbed up to climax. Deep in
her body, she could feel the orgasm starting to explode.
"Stick it in me, stick it in. Oh fuck me, fuck me! Do it, doggie, do it!"
Jan swayed under that constant attack, wriggling her ass under Spike's heavy body,
relishing the swift, stabbing strokes of that cock. All those tiny bumps on his cock
seemed to find corresponding sensitive spots in her cuntal walls. The wet, sucking
sounds of his cock chugging through her pussy drove her wild. Jane tossed her head
around, never felt this free, this alive before! All the problems that had seemed so
weighty before had disappeared in a flash when the dog began fucking her.
"Ohhhhh, God, do it, do it to me now!"
Jane felt herself filled with cock, stuffed with the dog's prickmeat from her cuntlips to
her belly. She felt his cock tightening and knew it was goirg to spray its cum into her
pussy. The thought hurried her into her own gigantic orgasm.
"Cummmmmmm!"
Jane threw back her head and let the wonderful word escape. She didn't care if the
neighbors heard her. Bobbing her ass, nearly throwing the dog from her back, the
young blonde housewife panted for more action. The animal gave it to her, hugging her
tightly while pile driving his knobby prick into her cunt.
"Nooooo!"
There was a moment of near-madness, a moment when Jane felt herself suspended
between the seconds of time. She knew she was about to climax. She shuddered, her
fingers tearing at the bedspread while her head jerked from side to side. Spike nuzzled
his head between her jutting shoulder blades, his tongue wetting the back of her neck.
His hindquarters were hugging tight against the backs of her thighs while his swishing
tail washed over the tops of her heels. He was going to do it too. Oh yes, he was going
to send loads of spunk into her pussy.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Nothing mattered any longer. All she cared about was the wild climaxing that was
going to carry her away to a wonderful world of pleasure. And then the dog let out a
high-pitched yowl, his claws leaving long red marks on her sides. She felt his prick
tighten deep in side her. And then there were the unmistakable sensations of something
hot and wet splattering against her pussywalls. Cumming, the dog was cumming!
She felt that load jet out and burn its way through her cunt. His cockhead squeezed
tight, throwing it out in thick, fast spurts.
"Cum, cum, doggie, cum in me!" Jane paused for a second, then felt the onrush of her
own climax. She felt herself exploding. Screaming again and again, Jane thought of
herself as all cunt-clenching, milking,. grabbing at the shooting prick as she came and
came and came. The two of them rocked and swayed together – woman and dog. The
two embraced in a wild lock of love as the headboard clattered menacingly against the
bedroom wall.
Jane collapsed. She was exhausted from the workout, one leg dangling over the bed.
Spike jumped off and circled around and around the bed, bobbing his head up and
down as he tried licking his cock and finally he fell with a thud to the floor, raising one
leg and drawing his tongue over his furry balls.
"You naughty, naughty dog," Jane whispered, watching him with a shudder.
She wanted to walk to the shower and wash her pussy. She could feel the hot, wet
sliding sensation of her cuntlips against one another. The lubricant was the dog's cum.
But she just lay there for several more minutes, thinking of what had happened,
relishing the afterglow that had settled over her.
"Nice, oh so nice."
Finally forcing herself up from the bed, Jane steadied herself, padding from the
bedroom after carefully checking the upstairs. No, her daughter and niece were not
home yet.
"You crazy, crazy dog."
Jane hugged her naked body, watching as the animal licked himself clean. She shivered,
her eyes concentrating on his shrinking prick. She could still feel it as it fucked her
cunt, bringing her satisfaction that had eluded her these past three years.
Jane shivered again, wondering how on earth she had been able to survive this long
without having had this powerful a climax! It was no. wonder she'd been crabby, as her
daughter Francie was fond of saying. Well, she had found her lever of release.
"Spike, you're such a wonderful dog," Jane said, bending forward and feeling her tits
swing out from her upper chest.
She scratched the German shepherd behind his ears. He stopped the licking and leaned
up against her arm, whimpering. Again Jane tried to deal with what had happened to
her, but her mind clenched at the thought. There could be no morality, at least in the
usual sense. Jane knew she had crossed some line, but she refused to think about it in
the that way.
"Oh, I guess we're both a little crazy. I guess the world just isn't going to stop and let
us off, Spike."
The animal nuzzled closer, pressing his black nose against her soft belly. Jane smiled
weakly, reaching out and pulling on her soft blue bathrobe. She padded out her
bedroom, Spike following some few feet behind her. Going down to the kitchen, Jane
opened the refrigerator and found some hamburger she had taken from the freezer
earlier. The animal deserved a reward, Jane thought, finding his yellow dinner bowl and
scraping the meat into it.
Standing back, she watched as he devoured his treat hungrily. The sound of his jaws
snap ping over the red meat made her shudder. He was an animal, just an animal. And
yet he'd done things to her that had an almost human tenderness to it. Jane found
herself smiling.
Jane knew she would be doing this again. After having experienced the massiveness of
this last cum, she couldn't stop from doing it again. But there was Francie and right
now Cindy. She would have to wait until the girl was out of the house before she and
Spike tossed around in the bed again.
"I must be losing my mind!"
Jane laughed, shaking her head, watching the big animal finishing his meat. Glancing at
the wall clock, she realized her daughter and niece would be home any minute. And
there she was, standing in front of the dog, feeling that another session with Spike
would be wonderful. Just as she began rubbing her fingertips over her nipples,
remembering how his tongue had sanded over her sensitive nubs, Jane heard footsteps
at the frontdoor. Her daughter and niece!
Jane flushed beet red, putting her fingers to her cheeks and feeling the skin burning.
No, her daughter could never guess what had happened here. Tightening the robe
around her waist, Jane sauntered into the living room just as Francie and Cindy burst
into the house. They were both flushed as well, giggling like two hysterics as they
slammed and locked the door behind them.
"Oh, he was so crazy!" Francie laughed, holding her waist and nearly doubling over
with laughter.
Cindy kept gasping, unable to speak. She held herself up by leaning against the rear of
the sofa. Jane was glad for their wild laughter. It meant they wouldn't notice that
something was out of the ordinary.
"Something wrong, girls?" Jane asked, brushing a stray lock of her blonde hair away
from her face.
She looked from Cindy to Francie, two beautiful girls on the brink of becoming
beautiful women. When her eyes lighted on her daughter, Jane frowned. Cindy was
dressed in a tight white sweater and matching slacks. But Francie was wearing a very
short, revealing red dress. It made her look somewhat whorish. Forgetting what she had
just done, Jane felt anger rising in her. She had specifically told Francie not to wear that
dress.
"Oh, it's just one of the guys at the movies," Cindy said, finally finding her voice.
Jane raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, Mother, you should have seen... seen it," Francie stammered, doubling over with
laughter again.
"What?"
"This guy sits next to me," Fancie explained, regaining her composure somewhat, "and
starts leaning on me and putting his hand on my knee. But we came prepared. Just
when he starts pushing his hand up to, well, you know where," Francie rolled her eyes
up to the ceiling, "Cindy gave me this long pin. When I felt his fingers touching my
panties, I let him have it – right in the leg. And I think I may have stabbed his... his
thing!"
The girls went wild after this explanation.
Jane tried to berate her daughter for having encouraged this man. But there was
nothing she could say. Besides, having just been fucked by the dog, Jane didn't think
she could stand trying to give her daughter a lecture on morality – a morality she
herself had tossed out the window.
"I'm going to bed, girls. I'll talk with you in the morning."
"Good night!" they chorused, Francie bending down and ruffling Spike's fur.
Jane saw the act and shivered. If only Francie knew what they had been doing. No, the
girl must never know. With that and other hazy thoughts circling in her head, Jane
went to bed, not knowing what a whirlwind was about to sweep through her family.


Chapter 4

"That was an evil thing to do, Cindy giving me that pin."
The girls were still talking about it, hours alter Jane's mother bad gone to bed. Cindy
was wearing her babydoll nightie, smoothing her fingers over her thighs as she lay
sprawled on her narrow twin bed.
"I don't think so," she sniffed, smoothing her fingers through her hair now. "He was a
creep."
Francie paused, biting her lower lip. She had been dying to ask her cousin this and now
felt it was the right time.
"You know, I kinda felt... something when he touched me, you know?"
Francie thought she was going to fall through the bed when she said it. She hadn't
meant for the words to come out in quite that way. They sounded so sluttish. But there
they were, hanging in the air, waiting for her cousin to say something about them.
"What?" Cindy asked.
Francie blushed. Cindy wanted an explanation? Francie thought she was going to die of
embarrassment.
"I mean," she went on hesitantly, "when he touched me, I felt something really hot and
well, you know, going on between my legs."
"In your cunt?" Cindy gasped.
The bluntness of her cousin's words made Francie sit up. She was wearing only her bra
and panties, still thinking about that man's hot touch. She hadn't told Cindy that she'd
let that man touch her pussy just under her panties before she had asked for the pin. It
had been guilt, not moral outrage, that had moved Francie to hurt the strange man.
"Yeah, I guess so," Francie said a little breathlessly.
Cindy sat up, rolling over and staring hard into her cousin's blue eyes. "You ever do it,
you know, with a guy?" Cindy asked.
Francie closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side. "You?"
"Yeah, once, just before I came here. With one of the guys on the basketball team. It
was real spacy, real crazy," Cindy said, closing her eyes and rubbing her fingertips up
and down her goose fleshed arms.
"Wow!"
Francie inhaled sharply as if she somehow could find some pleasure in her cousin's
experience. She had thought about doing it with guys. More than once on a date,
Francie knew the guy wanted to get into her panties. Francie had nearly weakened once
and now, talking to her cousin Cindy, she began wondering if she shouldn't have given
in long ago.
"Yeah, it was real crazy. I'm gonna do it again, you know? Cumming's a lotta fun. You
ever do it to yourself?" Cindy asked.
Again Francie shook her head. Her mother had never said too much about sex. In spite
of all the talk of the sexual revolution, Francie felt quite stupid when it came to fucking.
"Lemme show you how it feels," Cindy said.
"What do you mean?" Francie asked, her eyes wide with startled surprise.
"I'm not gonna do anything freaky, Cindy said, crossing her arms and pulling off her
babydoll pajamas.
Francie swallowed hard, watching her cousin disrobe. Cindy's small, lithe body looked
so odd sitting there in the middle of the bed. It was the first time she'd seen her cousin
naked.
"Come on, take off your clothes. I'm gonna show you how you can have lots of fun
yourself," Cindy exclaimed.
Francie took off her bra, stopping with her panties around her knees. She felt kind of
giddy, spacey and high. She had some doubts about this. Giving her cousin a
questioning look, she then did as she was told.
"This is really great. One of my friends showed me this finger-fucking. You heard about
it, right?"
Francie shrugged. "Some of the girls talked about it a little at school."
Francie had wondered about finger-fucking. She'd laughed when she'd heard the other
girls talking, pretending she knew what they meant. Of course, she'd touched herself at
times in bed. But not the way they were describing. Only her fear of looking stupid had
kept her from inquiring more about it.
"Well, tonight's gonna end that," Cindy said determinedly.
"What if my mother..."
"Her room's at the other end of the hall. I don't think an atom bomb could wake her
up. Besides, I locked the door. Come on."
Cindy squirmed down on the bed until her ankles were dangling over the front edge.
Francie shook her panties off completely, feeling her naked ass rubbing over the smooth
white cotton topsheet. She inhaled deeply, feeling so strange being naked and in front
of her cousin.
"Girls aren't built the same, but I can show you what I'm doing to myself."
Francie blushed violently. To cover her shock, she rolled on one side. Cindy was sitting
up now, bent over herself. She probed around in the thick brown fur of her cunt. With
a sticky sound, her outer cuntlips slipped open. The girl beamed, her nostrils flaring
slightly at her touch.
"See, there's this little kind of covering," she panted.
Francie watched, fascinated, her heart beating so hard she thought surely Cindy would
hear it and laugh. But the girl was too intent on her lesson to do anything except go on.
Francie watched.
"That's the clit. It's mine, anyway," Cindy corrected, laughing softly as she rubbed her
finger up and down. "And you've got one too, unless you're a boy in disguise or
something!"
"No, I think I have one like yours. But it's way smaller, I guess," Francie said a little
shame-faced.
"No, that's not true. I don't think it's smaller. It gets way bigger when you rub it."
Francie spread her legs apart and looked down at her blonde bush. She was built just
like her mother – long firm legs, a plump but taut ass, flat belly, and firm large tits.
Lots of girls envied Francie for her build, although she never dressed in any way that
would accent her features. That red dress was the only halfway daring thing she owned.
"Ohhhhh!"
Francie brushed her fingers over her plump downy cuntlips. Gingerly, tentatively, she
pried her cuntslit open. She felt that spacy feeling sweeping through her again. She had
to be crazy to be doing something like this, right here in her house with her cousin son
ten feet away. But there they both were.
Francie could feel tingles of delight rushing through her, making her nipples hard and
red while her breath came in shorter and shorter pants. Trying to appear more
sophisticated than she felt, Francie stiffened her back, gently moving her fingers up and
down over her plump cuntlips.
"Doesn't that feel great?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Francie was unsure of what was happening. She knew she was hot and juicy. She'd
been thinking about that guy in the movies a lot, more than she'd admit to her cousin.
He looked nice – a little older, but handsome. And he was playing with himself.
Contrary to what Cindy thought, Francie knew she hadn't stabbed him too hard. But it
was funny hearing him scream, then watching him scramble over other startled
moviegoers, holding his cock while yelling in pain. The ushers stood there paralyzed
with shock as the man made his way quickly through the lobby and out the front doors.
But still there was a part of Francie that wished she hadn't done anything. She had
wanted him to touch her more, to stick that finger in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
"Yeah, see, it's getting bigger!" Cindy said, leaning closer to her cousin.
"Oh, I...it feels weird!"
"But nice and weird, right?"
"I... I guess so," Francie whimpered. "Sure. And it's gonna feel even better when you
stick your finger inside."
Scratching sounds. Spike! Francie stiffened. She blushed, pulling her finger out of her
cunt while closing her leg.
"What's that?" Cindy asked.
"The dog. Spike."
"Let him in. He's gonna wake up your mother if he keeps that noise up," Cindy
warned.
Francie bit her lip, wondering if they had done more than they should. Still that tingle
between her legs was becoming more and more urgent. She couldn't stop now, not even
if the world were coming to an end. Sliding off the bed, Francie padded to the door,
unlocking it and letting the animal in.
"Stay there, Spike. Stay," Francie said, pointing a warning finger at the German
shepherd.
Whimpering, he curled up and settled in one corner of the bed. Francie padded back to
the bed, feeling her flesh become all sweaty clamp with excitement.
Francie put her finger down, touching the tiny bead of her clit. Her cousin had been
right. How good it was touching herself like that. A shock cut through her legs. She
inhaled sharply, her shoulders shaking. It was more exciting than she could have
dreamed! Francie felt as if they were doing something very wrong. And having the dog
staring at her from the corner amplified that feeling. And yet there was something very
natural about what they were doing now. Francie touched herself and and Cindy
smiled.
"Doesn't that feel wild?"
"Yeah, wild," she breathed.
"Sometimes I squirt a little baby oil on it, you know? Then I work my fingers around in
circles – two at the same time. Sometimes," Cindy said, her voice getting shakier, "I use
both hands when. I'm really hot. Gosh, just talking about it makes me want to do it
again."
"What about later?" Francie asked. "Don't you feel you did something... you know,
wrong?"
Cindy shook her head, her breathing becoming short and raspy. "Not me. I just feel
dreamy and warm. I usually stick a pillow between my legs and drift right off. It's a
great feeling. I bet when you get done you're gonna be doin' the same thing a whole
lot."
"Maybe."
Francie watched as Cindy started fingering herself in earnest. She let her own finger
stray between her cuntlips again. Francie glanced enviously at her cousin. Cindy
seemed to know so much more than she did. She'd been cheated somehow of all that
information. It just didn't seem right.
"And what if your mom found out?" Francie asked.
"She won't. She's like your mom. They both don't want to know the truth if they can
help it, right?"
"Sure, I think so."
Francie shivered. She could smell the heat of her body – that vague muskiness that
came up from the soft, slick parts between her thighs. It was, she thought, part of being
a woman. Actually, she liked the smell.
She had wanted to ask her mother so much. But, of course, Jane had been somewhat
standoffish about answering her daughter's vague probing questions. The girl had
guessed her mother was unhappy sexually, and really didn't want to talk about a subject
she'd give up years ago.
"Oh, ohhhh!"
"What's wrong?" Francie asked, startled at Cindy's latest outcry.
"Nothing," the girl gasped. "It's just that .oh, wow! I started thinking about the guy
who was fuckin' me last week and I started get ting all hot and swarmy down there. I
think I'm gonna go all the way. I'm gonna make myself cum!"
Francie felt as .if she could fall through the floor. Her cousin was going to do it to
herself right here. Moving her eyes to the right, she saw Spike had stood up, cocking
his head to one side while edging his pointy ears forward to catch every sound the girls
made. There was something about his interest that made Francie uncomfortable. He
was making whimpering sounds through his black nostrils. She wanted to pitch him
from the bedroom but Cindy was right. He'd bark if they threw him out.
"Uhhhbh!"
"Cindy!" Francie gasped.
"Oh, oh, it's so good." Cindy's nipples jutted out from her dark areolas. She was
shifting her naked ass from side to side now, her legs undulating against the mattress.
The headboard rubbed against the wall, rattling the pictures on either side of it.
Francie wondered about the noise once more. "Uhhhh, it's so gooooood!" her cousin
moaned, spreading her legs farther apart.
Spike had begun to move forward again. He was sniffing the muskiness that hung now
like a heavy perfume in the air.
"Stay!" Francie ordered.
Spike cringed back to his corner, whimpering more loudly while curling his bushy tail
under his ass. Francie thought she could see something hard and red sticking out from
his hindquarters. His cock? The thought made her shiver. No, it had to be her
imagination.
"Oh, I'm gonna get some baby oil."
Cindy got up from the bed, steadying herself with some difficulty, then padding into
their private bathroom. Francie sat there as if she were made of stone, twice warning
the dog to keep his place while her cousin rattled around in the medicine cabinet. She
came back, a bottle in one hand. The mattress groaned as she slid back on it, uncapping
the plastic container and sprinkling the clear oil on her fingertips.
"Wow! Ohhhh, wow, wow!"
Francie was moaning and shivering, rubbing her ass all over the bed while digging her
heels into the mattress. She was massaging the slick fluid into her steamy cunt crack. It
sounded so squishy and wet down there. Francie felt a sympathetic thrill in her own
pussy as the fleshy nub of her cousin's clit rose from its hood.
Cindy licked her lips. "Wow! Some guys feel up a girl like this. They know just what
we want. Oh, oh, oh!"
"How do you... do it?" Francie let her own cunt go closed. She brought one hand up,
sniffing at the fingertip.
"Get the oil there... try it yourself. That's why I'm doing it – well, sort of," she said,
narrowing her eyes and smiling knowingly.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't..."
"Oh, Go on. Nobody's gonna find out except me and the dog over there."
Francie eyed Spike suspiciously, then took the clear bottle and oiled her own thighs.
She watched her cousin lean back on the bed, parting her thighs wider. Cindy was
using her right middle finger, rubbing it way down her own slit, then bringing it back
up slow, pausing each time to tickle to her clit. As far as Francie could tell, there was no
hint of the opening of Cindy's cunt. Even with her thighs well apart it looked like a soft
stretch of unpenetrated cuntflesh.
"Ummmmmmm!"
"No, Spike! You do that again and I'm going to throw you out of the house!"
The German shepherd was up on the bed, nosing around her cousin. He had left his
corner unnoticed, but now he cowered back. But he didn't go all the way back to the
chair.
Sighing heavily, Francie dabbed some oil on her fingers. When she saw Cindy wasn't
watching, she pushed her fingers between her outer cuntlips. The feel of those hot folds
surrounding her fingers made her a little dizzy. Francie wasn't sure where it would feel
best so she rubbed her fingers around, searching for the best spot. Her cousin Cindy
was groaning again.
"Ohhhhh... soooooo gooOOOd!"
"You were a virgin up to the time... you know, when that guy fucked you?" Francie
asked.
"Yes, oh yes!"
"I... I wonder what it feels like... you know, getting... fucked!" Francie was becoming
more daring in the things she was saying.
Cindy stopped rubbing. "It's not like anything in the world, Cindy. It's the best feeling,
ever!"
Something deep in her mind and soul told her that was true. Francie was scared to
think about doing things like that with guys. But the thought of going through life like
her mother frightened her. She felt she'd missed too much already.
"Oh wow, oh wow, this is good!"
Francie had to admit, it certainly was!
Francie's body felt warm and buzzy. Could she make herself climax with someone else
around? It seemed too... wild and somehow so undignified! But did dignity have a place
here?
"Oh, cum, cum, cum!" Francie chanted to her cousin.
Francie watched her cousin going wild on the bed. How could she let a guy do
something like that to her? Wouldn't she feel foolish acting like that, clawing and
kicking and screaming out of control?
"Yahghghghh!"
Cindy rolled onto her belly suddenly. She clamped her thighs tightly together, her
fingers still squishing wetly between her tightened cuntlips. Francie reddened even more
as she watched her cousin pump her ass up and down, making fucking motions.
Francie thought Cindy looked strangely pretty stretched out like that.
"Oh, it's so good, so very good, Francie. Ohhhhh, oh God!" Cindy gasped.
Francie looked uneasily at the door, wondering if her mother could hear those terrible
tell tale sounds of fucking. She almost expected to hear knocking on the door.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
The bed was jerking violently as Cindy started to cum. Cindy's face was pinched as if
she were in pain. But Francie knew it wasn't hurt she was feeling. The thought of a
pleasure so intense as to make her cousin jerk and groan like that made Francie shiver.
"Wow, oh wow! Oh God, it's... it's something else!"
Cindy was banging around the bed, her arms and legs seeming to be all over as she
pitched and yowled. Francie was so busy watching her cousin that she had failed to see
Spike getting up again. When she noticed him it was too late. The dog was nuzzling his
snout against her cousin's cunt, actually licking Cindy's asscheeks! Cindy sat there in
bed, her fingers still wedged between her vise-tight pussylips, her mouth opened in
horror. Finally she found the energy and will to speak.
"Stop it! Oh Cindy, it's the dog. It's the dog! He's touching you!" Francie whispered
loudly.
Had Cindy heard her? She was pumping her ass wildly now, grabbing a pillow and
wedging it between her knees as if it were some guy. She trembled again, gouging her
fingers a little harder against her clit. Francie felt more than ever as if she were
eavesdropping. She was embarrassed and excited and now a little frightened,
considering what Spike was doing. All that whimpering, all that sniffing around now
seemed far more ominous.
"Cindy!"
But the girl backed up into the dog's snout.
It was an open invitation, on Spike didn't ignore. Sniffing around her ass again, the
animal silently and suddenly climbed onto the bed. Francie reeled back in. The two of
them, girl and dog, made an picture. Cindy, it seemed, was still unaware the animal's
presence.
Spike began licking at her cunt, then moved down and drew his tongue up and over
her asscheeks. After some time Cindy slapped back, twisting her head around and
staring with some surprise at the big animal.
Spike didn't even acknowledge the fact that he'd been spotted. He continued licking
her, drawing his tongue over her cunt, then letting it lick down her asscrack.
Francie was horrified. She started to climb off the bed, swinging her leg off the mattress
and snatching her panties up from the floor. That was the time her cousin held one
hand and kept staring at the dog's tongue with curiosity.
"You know, Francie, he's good," Cindy said sweetly.
"What?"
The young blonde nearly dropped to the floor. She couldn't believe that she'd heard.
Shaking her head, Francie staired with wonder at Cindy, then dropped her eyes back to
Spike. He was happily lapping his tongue around to the girl's front now. Cindy rolled
back onto her ass, propping her torso up with her elbows. She looked down at the dog,
then at her cousin.
"Oh, that was good. But I'm still hot. You think Spike wants to help me out?"
"Cindy!" Francie gasped.
This was going too far. The joke had to end. If she risked waking her mother, that was
her problem. She wasn't going to let the dog touch her cousin, and then maybe her.
Francie slipped from the bed, sliding her fingers under the German shepherd's collar
and pulling him away from Cindy. Spike turned around and began snapping at Francie.
The girl let go, drawing her hand back against her tits.
"Oh God!"
Things were getting out of hand. And her cousin wasn't doing anything to help her.
"Come here, Spike. Come here and show me what you want," Cindy called out.
Cindy had a strange look in her eye. She was scooting back onto the bed, her head
tilted slightly to one side while she rubbed her legs sensuously against the sheets. The
dog began licking her legs tentatively, starting at her ankles, then moving up her thighs.
All the while his big brown eyes were staring at the teen.
Francie was appalled. She watched as her cousin started to get high. Cindy was moving
her hands around her nipples, thumbing them until they were stiff and long and red
once more. She was panting heavily, groaning and embracing the animal with her legs.
Francie thought she was in some horrible dream. It was unreal!
"Ohhhh, Francie, it's real good... uhhhh!" Cindy sighed.
Cindy was stretched out once more, her legs dangling over either end of the narrow
mattress. She was tensing her thighs while feeding her cunt to the dog. Spike was
licking her pussy, his snout partially hidden by the thicket of her brown cuntal hair.
Francie shivered. She could hear the slick, sticky licking of his tongue against her
cousin's cunt. Cindy was jerking, her legs shooting up, then slowly sagging apart while
she pitched and rolled against the bed. It was shameful! Francie wanted to run from the
room and hide – but she was fascinated by what was happening in front of her. She
watched, one hand straying into her lap. Before she knew it, Francie found herself
fingerfucking her own pussy, rubbing her palm against her clit.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
A sudden shower of sparks made Francie stiffen her spine. Spike heard the cry and
pulled his head from Cindy's cunt.
"Oh, Spike!"
Francie had a thought of what he was going to do. She moved backward, her eyes
darting toward the door. She could still make it from the bedroom without him having
time enough to leap at her. But something kept her riveted to the spot. Spike gave a few
more licks at Cindy's pussy, then dropped down from one bed and jumped up onto the
other.
"Oh, Francie, he wants to lick you too! Oh wow, that's really great!" Cindy squealed.
"No, no, that's slick! God, Cindy, get him off me! Get him off!"
Francie was almost shrilling. It was only the thought of her mother that kept her voice
down. Francie was breathing heavily now, her throat tight. She could feel Spike's hot
panting breath against her left knee and behind him she saw Cindy smirking at her.
Cindy was laying on her belly and rubbing her pussy against the mattress. She would
be no help, Francie thought, as she still backed away from her aggressive pet.
"No, Spike, get away! Go back! Go back!" Francie said, trying to make her voice firm.
But the dog refused to listen. He stretched his powerful neck out, sniffing at her pussy
from several inches away. Francie blushed, feeling unclean. How could she get away
from this madness? The girl knew Spike would snap at her fingers, possibly even bite
her if she tried shoving him away. She had nearly felt the touch of his fangs when she
tried puffing him away from Cindy minutes ago.
"No!"
He was creeping forward, those black nostrils twitching with excitement.
"Oh, go ahead, France. It's really great feeling his tongue slopping all over," Cindy I
laughed.
"That's disgusting! How could you do something like that?" Francie said, making an
ugly face as she looked incredulously at her cousin.
"It feels real good. I'll bet when he gets his tongue in your cunt-"
"No! It won't happen!"
Francie started to scramble from the bed, drawing the sheet with her but Spike realized
what was happening and acted quickly. He leaped forward, knocking her hands from
the sheet with his forelegs. Francie shouted with fear, shooting back until her spine
banged hard against the headboard. Glancing in Cindy's direction, she saw the girl was
enjoying the scene. Francie shook her head, feeling the dog's paws touching her. The
right and wrong of this whole mess was becoming mistier, she felt, as the animal
cornered her.
"No, Spike, no!"
Tears rolled down her cheek. But the dog was determined. She felt his paws settling on
her thighs, felt his breath against her cunt. And then... and then she could feel that
tongue touching her pussylips! He was mouthing her cunt, driving his tongue into her
hot little pussyslit. All that talk about fucking, about guys and about touching herself
had done the trick. Instead of feeling nothing, Francie felt a great deal. She was
wriggling her ass around the mattress, breathing heavily as the dog's tongue touched
her clit again and again.
"No!"
But her denial was weaker than before. When she felt that cold damp nose on her cunt,
then again against her thigh, Francie let out a low groan. She was slowly sliding down
on the bed now. She could feel her spine smoothing over the polished oak behind her,
the sheets gathering under her sweaty ass. Cindy was saying something to her but she
could hardly hear it. There was only the sound of her own wildly beating heart.
"No, I can't be doing this! I just can't!"
She closed her eyes as if that would somehow blot out the reality of the situation. Her
cuntlips stretched thin with tension as Spike began drawing his hot, wet tongue up and
down her inner thighs. Francie found herself liking that sensation, the feeling of that
muzzle pressing against her thighs. She let out another groan, drawing her knees
together and finding herself hugging the big dog.
"Oh, it's good, good, isn't it, Francie?"
Cindy said, drawing her hands over her pussy and fingering herself once more.
"No, no!"
But she knew her cousin could tell she was lying. Every time he licked the underside of
her cuntal mound Francie shuddered, her knees jerking up, then flopping back down to
the bed once more. She was tilting her cunt to one side, then the other, drawing in deep
shuddering breaths.
How quickly she had given in to the dog! She was just like him, Francie guessed, a
lusting animal wanting satisfaction. Her pussy burned and ached for release. She just
couldn't help herself. Spike was pushing up against her, his forelegs moving against her
inner thighs while his tongue slopped closer and closer to her clit. It was as if he was
toying with her, purposely keeping his tongue away from her little clit. Francie let out a
little groan of dismay, scooting down and tilting her pussy up. And then he touched it,
making her cry out.
"Oh, Spike, Spike!"
She was calling out his name, calling out his name as if he were her lover! Francie
thought about this for an instant, feeling odd once more. And then he touched her clit
again and all those guilty fears evaporated under the sunshine of her mini-orgasms.
"Oh, lemme have him again. Please, Francie, lemme have him again!" Cindy begged.
Reluctantly the blonde teen pushed Spike away, shoving him in the direction of her
cousin. The animal bounded across the distance between the two beds and once more
buried his snout in the girl's pussy. Francie watched through lust-glazed eyes as Cindy
rocked and rolled with the animal. She had scissored her legs tightly around Spike's
body, hugging him while her hands raked through his fur. There was that sound, that
delicious sound of the dog's tongue slopping through Cindy's pussy. It was enough to
make Francie want to drag the beast.
"Oh, Cindy, he's touching me all over! God, I came before real hard and now I'm
gonna do it again. Christ, he's touching me all over!"
There was an urgency in Cindy's voice that Francie could hardly believe. Her cousin
was going to cum. She was actually going to cum in the dog's maw!
Perhaps realizing the girl was to pop, Spike backed off, licking her thighs. Then he
turned and went back to Francie. The blonde received him with a smile, stroking his
neck, and falling back onto her bed and kicking up both legs.
"Oh, Spike, Spike!"
Francie knew she was acting like a shameless whore but what could she do? She wanted
him, wanted him as badly as she had anything in her whole young life! He had jumped
up, drool dripping onto her belly. Francie felt herself throwing away all inhibitions. She
laughed, roiling her ass up, feeling the mattress under her as she rubbed her feet
excitedly over his back. He was so strong, so furry, so warm against her naked, writhing
body.
"Uhhhh, oh yes, yes, touch me there!"
Spike was going wild. He licked up her belly, touching her tits, drawing his tongue over
her nipples, then back down again. Incredible! Francie found herself guiding the
animal, scratching him behind his ears when he started drawing his tongue over her
nipples. Oh, how she liked that feeling! Francie pressed her head into the crushed
pillow, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip when he kept on licking his tongue
over those nubs!
"That's it, Spike, oh that's real good! Oh God, God, how I like it when you lick me
there!" Francie babbled, rubbing her feet more quickly over his back.
"Oh, Francie, he's gonna fuck you if you keep doing that. You throw your legs up any
more and he's gonna stick it to you!"
What had her cousin said? Something about fucking? That was absurd! Spike wouldn't
do anything like that to hurt her. No they were just playing around now, roiling around
in the bed while his tongue sloshed over her tits and cunt. Oh, he was so rough! And
yet so soft. Francie wallowed her shoulders on the bed, breathless with the furry
German shepherd's eagerness. His coat pricked her skin. The girl hooked her left leg up
once more, rubbing her feet over his back. How she loved that sexy feeling of his fur
tickling the sensitive places between her toes!
Francie arched her spine once more. She couldn't believe the delight she experienced
now with him licking and lapping her.
"Oh, God, Cindy, it's so good, soooo..."
Francie couldn't finish the sentence. A powerful spasm knocked the wind from her and
she roiled onto her stomach, pressing her fingers into the pillow and gasping for air.
How hard it was to breathe now, especially when Spike's tongue stiffened and speared
into her cunt.
More than once the girl felt his tongue touching her cherry. Oh, he had gone deep,
really deep into her body. Just the thought that he was tasting her down there, drawing
out more and more of her slick, thick juices set the girl even more on fire. She
trembled, backing into the animal, half-thinking it wouldn't be so bad if indeed he had
fucked her.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
The sheets came up from the corners, gathering around her humping ass. Francie
twisted around like a wild beast, feeding her cunt eagerly to Spike. She laughed,
twisting her head around when 'she felt him nosing his snout around her ears until she
was soaked. The new titillation was unexpected. The girl drew in a ragged breath, now
feeling his tongue washing down either side of her spine. Francie let out a shivery
moan, widening her knees for the dog. Slowly she raised her ass, realizing she was
offering him her cunt and asshole as if she were another dog.
"Wow! Francie, that's something else. What are you going to do?"
Francie had no idea. She could hardly think. All she knew was that her cunt was so
very hot, and the dog's tongue was making her hotter. Panting, Francie rocked her ass
from side to side, unsure of what path she was taking.
"Uhhhh, goooood dog!"
"Oh wow, Francie, this is getting wild!" Cindy was breathless. She had that pillow
between her legs again, humping against it while watching her cousin going crazy with
the animal. Never in her life had Francie ever thought about doing something like this.
But now it seemed so natural, so free, so wild. She felt as if she were doing something
quit natural by letting Spike touch her like this.


Chapter 6

He lapped down, smoothing his tongue between her asscheeks until hot spit dripped
down over her thick cuntal curls. Francie arched her back more, rising up on her knees
to give the beast more licking room.
"Spike, Spike! Oh God, lick me more. Oh yeah, yeah, it's so good!"
Francie encouraged the big German shepherd, wagging her ass around as if it were a
tail. The thought that she was his bitch, his lover, his mistress drove the girl to higher
and higher planes of excitement. It was wild the way her mind was working. She had
never even thought about going this far with a guy. And there she was, letting this dog
lick her pussy. Her thighs alternately chilled and burned while more spit dribbled down
her flesh, wetting her all over. Francie curled her fingertips into the mattress, clawing at
the material as another series of hot/chilly flashes seared her cut.
Francie wobbled there on her hands and knees, her hair curtaining her flushed face. She
stared ahead of her at the headboard, the room swimming around her eyes. The girl
found herself spreading her thighs until her inner cuntlips peeled stickily back from the
hot pussymeat along her cuntslit. The dog pushed at her hungrily, growling, raking his
tongue under her cuntal mound and upward. That pressure against her pussy and her
clit made Francie's shoulders shudder. The girl let out a long, low moan, her fingernails
cutting into the mattress top. How good, how unutterably good it felt to have the dog
doing this to her!
"Ohhhh, Cindy, it's... it's wild!"
Francie could hardly recognize her own voice.
She was gasping and rutting there right in front of her cousin and the dog. And there
was nothing she wanted to do to stop it. She bobbed her ass frantically, wanting more
and yet unsure of what they would entail.
"Uhhhh, oh do it, Spike! Oh, lick me harder. Harder!" the girl groaned.
Rolling back onto her ass, she parted her legs for his sharp muzzle. She thought again
about all that talk about fucking. What would it be like having something that thick
and hard in her pussy? Peering down over her jutting tits, Francie could see his cock –
long pink and lumpy.
It looked way different from all those pricks she'd seen in those dumb sexeducation
books in school. But then again, this was a dog's cock. She had seen dogs fucking in the
streets some time. Now she wondered what position a woman would take when an
animal mounted her.
"Nooooo!"
Francie shook the thoughts from her head, hearing that soft, smothered growl of lust
from Spike. When she looked down under his thinly furred belly again the girl saw the
dark read spear of his cock slipping out a few more inches from his furry sheath. She
shivered, her eyes glued to the thing.
"Wow, Francie! You gonna let 'im fuck you?"
Cindy's voice cut through her reverie. Francie's mind was a whorl of confusion while
the big dog kept his tongue washing over her body. She was babbling with excitement
now and Francie laughed. She remembered how embarassed she had been watching
Cindy pitch and writhe around as she came. And now here she was, doing the same
thing – only worse.
Cindy said something else about fucking and Francie knew the dog was edging in that
direction, too. Reaching up, she pushed him from the pussy and sat against the
headboard. She had to get things under control. She just had to or Spike would really
slip his cock into her. Francie shivered. The thought of losing her cherry to a German
shepherd was almost ridiculous.
But Spike wouldn't be pushed away easily. He moved in, licking her cunt. Francie
watched the dog lick. His tongue rubbed her flooding cuntmeat, touching her clit again
and again and making the blonde teen moan with delight. Spike wagged his hips and
more of his red clock slithered out.
There was no doubting it now. Spike was interested in more than licking her pussy. She
watched her cuntal curls clinging together in wet little clumps as the dog drew his
tongue up the full length of her pussy. When Spike began rubbing his fangs against the
flesh just below her clit, Francie fell to pieces. She cried out, her back sliding back down
the headboard while her feet pushed against the dog. She whipped her legs against the
bed, hugging the dog's body with her knees.
"Oh, let him fuck you, Francie! I wanna see him fuck you."
"Fuck"
Francie was unsure of what to do. Should she get back on her hands and knees? She
began raising her legs, feeling the resulting tension stretching her tight cuntlips apart.
Spike moved back, perhaps realizing what was happening. He licked at her thighs, then
put his forepaws on her thighs as she raised her legs even higher. In a moment his
hindquarters were padding nervously against her rolled-up ass and something very hot
was touching Francie's pussy, something pointy and slick. His cock! Francie stretched
her arms forward, bracing her palms against his chest. She wasn't sure if she wanted
this.
"Spike!"
He had mounted her, mounted her the way a man would climb on top of her. The
position left Francie breathless. Her knees were pressed against her shoulders while her
feet were directly above her head. She could feel Spike's claws scratching the undersides
of her thighs while his tail brushed against her ass. Cindy was gasping, fingering herself
like mad while watching the obscene fuck. Spike adjusted his position, his broad clawed
feet tearing at the blue mattress covering. Francie could hear the headboard clattering
against the wail and again she worried about her mother sleeping just down the hail.
Again that touch, and again she felt her cuntal muscles winking with sensation. She
couldn't let him break her cherry. She just couldn't let the dog go that far! But she
could let him fuck her just a little. He could penetrate her a few inches, but.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He centered his cock right over her seeping cunthole. And then with a forward hunch
the animal sank his doggie meat right into her cunt hole. Sparks of incredible lust and
delight shot through her body, making Francie think she was surely going to die from
such pleasure!
"Oh wow, Francie, you're letting him do it to you! You're really letting him stick his
cock into you!"
"Oh, it's so good... oh God, I can't believe it's this good!" she admitted.
It was good. The girl twisted and writhed, her moans becoming louder and louder as all
those greasy little bumps on Spike's cock rubbed against her cuntal walls. She had only
had her fingers in there recently and now she was let ting her pet fuck her. She screwed
her face up, concentrating on the hot, hard sensation of a cock slipping into he pussy.
He began pulling it out, then tensing his powerful doggie muscles and shoving in.
"No, Spike!"
Keeping some measure of calm, Francie fanned out her fingers against his belly,
pushing him upward away from her body. With that constant tension the girl was able
to keep his cock from going in too far, from breaking her cherry.
He touched her clit continually, the little bumps on his cock tickling her beyond en
durance! It was like a tickle that refused to go away. It got worse and worse, hotter and
hotter!
"Oh, Francie, how does it feel?"
"Fantastic! I... I don't think I ever felt anything like this... oh no, I haven't! Oh,. Spike,
Spike fuck me good and hard!"
The dog complied with her plea, starting to pile drive his powerful hips back and forth.
Francie let out tiny little grunts with each for ward fuck-thrust be made.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! I'm gonna cum, cummmmmm!"
Francie had to close her eyes once more. The first spasms had knocked the wind from
her. She felt her cuntal walls clenching down on the fat cock, holding at tightly while
her muscles cramped all over. She had nearly passed out with the frying fury of her
orgasm.
"Oh wow, Francie!"
The pleasure was so intense there was a sharp angle of pain to it. Now Francie
understood why her cousin had looked the way she had cumming all over the bed.
Again that spasm, and again the painful shock of pleasure that knifed through her
body.
"Oh God, God!"
Spike was rubbing his thighs against her, his prick rodding her hard. Then he let out a
howl, twisting his head around while those brown eyes glistened with excitement. He
was cumming too, shooting his load deep into her while his body shivered along with
her. Francie could hardly believe it. Somehow she managed to fight through the red fog
that had settled over her brain. She kept her arms stiff, making sure the dog wouldn't
tear through her cherry. She would keep that safe, intact for her first human lover. It
was the only concession she made in this fuck-fest. Finally, with another groan, Francie
felt the dog's pressure against her easing. He had dumped his load and now Spike was
pulling out, twisting his head around, getting down from her thighs.
Feeling the dog's cock pulling from her cunt was delicious. Francie felt the cum
dribbling out, oozing onto her upturned asscheeks. And then Spike was hopping onto
Cindy's bed, knocking her over, finishing off the girl by licking deep into her pussy.
Francie watched as the dog lapped Cindy into climax. The girl pounded the bed with
her fists, her large tits jiggling on her chest while she came and came and came into the
dog's maw.
"God!"
Then it was over, the whole scene was over. Spike was on the floor now, curled up, his
right hind leg over his head while he licked his furry balls. The two girls lay panting on
their beds, each one trying to regain some part of her normal breathing.
"Oh wow, that was something else!" Cindy groaned, rubbing her thighs together, then
bringing her hands down to her pussy and stroking her fingers along the puffed, red
outer edges.
"Oh yes, yes! But that was something we can't let my mother know."
Cindy sat bolt upright, her eyes wide with surprise while her mouth dropped open.
"Can you imagine what she'd say if she found out – that the two of us weren't fucking
around with guys but had Spike to ourselves all night?"
"All night? No, Cindy. He goes out now," Francie said with determination.
She wanted to lay there for a few more minutes and let that comforting warm glow
wash over her. But the thought of doing this again, of taking a chance of letting the dog
fuck them was too much. She reached down, taking the now complacent Spike by the
collar and dragging him to the door.
"You can finish licking yourself out there," she said, unlocking the door and shoving
him out.
She closed the door with a sigh of relief, pushing stray hairs from her face. Cindy was
half-lying on the bed, grinning at her.
"I didn't think anything like this would happen tonight. But, wow!"
Francie found herself smiling back. She padded to the bathroom, feeling the sexy, slick
rub of her cum-smeared cuntal walls against one another.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?"
"Oh, wow, I hope we do more than talk. Spike's gotta fuck me too. I want him to,"
Cindy said, hugging her naked body and closing her eyes as if in ecstasy once more.
Francie stared at her cousin, feeling so weird all of a sudden. She and Cindy had
crossed a boundary, a barrier that perhaps they should have backed from. That was all
too complicated, too uncomfortable to approach right now.
In the shower her cunt was still hot, pulsing with excitement and the memory of having
had the dog fuck her. Thank God she'd managed to keep her cherry. It would be a long
day tomorrow, especially considering she would have the guilt of this evening to carry
in front of her mother.
"Oh God!"
Guilt, perhaps. But there was also the pleasant memory of her first fuck. Francie again
found a smile on her face as she twisted her lithe, naked body under the shower and
began soaping the cum from her still-swollen cunt.
* * *
The next morning Francie and Cindy flashed knowing looks at one another over the
breakfast table. They giggled and Jane looked at them curiously over the frying
pancakes.
"What are you girls going to do today?" she asked, pushing Spike away from her cunt
with one leg and feeling a shiver of delight as he licked her ankle in response. Jane
knew she would have died of shame if Spike did anything to her right in front of the
girls.
"Oh, not much. Thought we'd lay out by the pool," Francie said, noticing Spike staring
at her. She drew her legs together, feeling very naked in front of the German shepherd
in her short shorts.
"The downtown pool?" Jane asked, arching her eyebrows in disapproval. "There are
boys around there... well, I don't think they're particularly suited for you girls."
Jane realized she sounded terribly stiff. Both girls pleaded with her, all of them eying
the dog as he drew near first to one woman, then another. Jane finally relented, shaking
a warning finger at her daughter and advising her not to wear that white bikini she was
so fond of.
"I'll change into it at the pool," Francie confided to her cousin as they cleared the table
and washed the dishes.
Jane told the girls she was looking for a part-time job in the city. But she hadn't
intended in going anywhere, really, if the truth were to be told. Sitting there, sipping
her coffee, Jane found herself staring at the dog and wondering how good it would be
to feel his cock fucking her again. As the girls got ready for the pool, Jane decided to
stay home and take advantage of her time alone – with Spike.


Chapter 7

"Who are you?"
Jane stood there by the back door, her fingers tightening around the screen. A young
man was standing behind it, shifting his weight casually from one muscular leg to the
other. He was dressed in faded Levi's and a white cotton t shirt. An army style green
fatigue cap rested jauntily on the back of his head, revealing a full shock of black hair
that dangled on his forehead.
"Jack... Jack Oranger, ma'am. I'm over at the university, just starting graduate work in
political science. Thought I might earn a little money for books doing some yard work.
Did that a lot back home in Indiana."
Jane smiled warmly, pleased by the man's openness and his handsome face and body.
She caught herself just in time, realizing some time had gone by since her last remark.
"Well, there isn't all that much to do around here, but I certainly could use a little help.
My daughter just hasn't been that good about doing the yardwork. I'll pay you what I
can."
The young man smiled back, wiping the perspiration from his face. It certainly was hot
outside. What was worse, Jane thought, was the rising feeling she felt inside her body.
A warming glow began in her cunt, spreading to all parts of her body. Her knees were
actually shaking while she stood there behind the screen. Jane moved back, her clit
popping up from its hood. Oh, she would certainly have to have Spike this afternoon.
"You can start now, if you like," Jane said, sighing deeply and feeling her nipples
scratching teasingly against her halter.
"That'd be great!"
"The tools are in the garage. Let me show you.', breathed the fresh outside air as she
stepped from the porch. Jack followed a respectful distance from her. More than once as
she pointed out the lawnmower and hoe Jane thought he might have been sizing her
up. Lonely housewife, bored widow, looking for a little action. In a way Jane was
disappointed as she left him to his work and re-entered the house.
"Spike."
Jane was careful to lock the back door. She would have died if this new man were to
come in and find her with the dog.
"Spike!"
Jane raised her voice, curling her fingers until the nails bit into her dampened palms.
She thought again of the stud in the back. She could see his developed body – the pecs
pushing out against his cotton T-shirt, the tapered waist, the trace of his cock against
the faded material of his jeans. She shivered, rubbing her fingertips briskly against her
upper arms. She had to find spike to keep those dreadful thoughts from her mind!
"Spike!"
She nearly shouted that last time. There was finally an answer from upstairs. She could
hear him scrambling down the steps, his paws hit ting the floor. In a moment he was
circling her, nosing her skirt up, panting against the backs of her legs. Jane closed her
eyes once more.
Jane was glad he was out of the house. She leaning against the sink and wanting to
push the dog away. This was madness, sheer madness. Did she think she could go on
this way? Wouldn't her daughter or someone else sooner or later find out what she was
doing? Again Jane shoved those vague, guilty thoughts from her. To hell with them all,
she thought, the rising heat in her cunt burning into all parts of her body.
"We're going downstairs, boy. Downstairs. Nobody's gonna see us there."
Jane knew she could lock the cellar door from the inside and that would give her
double protection. Jane gripped the handrail, feeling the sexy, slippery rub of her
cuntlips against one another as she descended the steps. It was so cool down here!
Spike hesitated only for a moment, then padded down in front of her. He was waiting
there at the foot of the stairs, his tongue hanging out, saliva glowing silvery on its long,
pink surface. Jane shuddered, kicking off the loafers and starting to unzip her summer
skirt.
"Oh, you're going to make me feel good again, aren't you boy?"
Spike whistled through his nostrils, nuzzling the backs of her legs once more. Jane
pulled off her halter and stepped from her panties. The now-naked woman pulled off
the blanket from the used couch and settled her ass on the sagging cushions. It was
dark down in the cellar, but light enough for her to see the lust quickly rising in Spike's
eyes. He circled around himself excitedly, his head bobbing up and down before he
came to her once more. She knew he could smell her cunt. She could smell her pussy
heating up at the thought of his tongue's touch.
Jane closed her eyes, rubbing her fingers over her thighs while sliding down on the sofa.
She parted her knees, feeling her cuntlips open to the German shepherd. Spike took
advantage of his mistress's excitement. Drawing his tongue up her right inner thigh, he
braced his paws against the front of the cushion and pushed his nose into her pussy.
Jane arched her back, rolling her head from side to side against the top of the sofa. She
shuffled her naked feet against the floor, feeling that urgent tingly itch increase as the
seconds ticked by.
"Oh boy, there – oh yeessss," she hissed, her ass jerking forward as the animal touched
her clit with the tip of his tongue. Jane squirmed upward, her legs bracing against the
side of the couch while her toes curled against the soft, rot ting material. She found
herself thinking about Jack again. How strong, how handsome he was! She had fallen
for him in an instant. And yet here she was, rutting in front of this damned animal
instead of trying to get herself fucked by him.
Jane covered her face with one hand, nearly laughing at her own train of thought. She
was sounding like some silly teenager out to hook her first boyfriend. She sucked in a
deep breath, Spike's nose fitting nicely into her pussy. Jane threw her head back, the
heated shocks of delight taking her breath away. She closed her soft thighs around his
head, loving the furry rub of his coat against her pussylips. In and out. In and out. He
was fucking her with his maw! And all the while that wonderful trained tongue was
licking down into her cunt. She loved that feeling, loved the sound of his mouth
smacking wetly against her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Spike! Do it, Spike, do it!"
The big animal was bracing his paws more firmly against the sofa now, twisting his
head around, tunneling into her cunt with his nose. Jane knew she was a bitch. She
couldn't get away from that. From a frustrated widow she had turned into this. All she
could think about now was fucking Spike.
Her cunt was flooding hard now, wetting down all those tight little blonde curls. Spike
happily licked up her flowing juices, one paw braced against her left thigh. She ran her
fingers up and down his coat, loving the sensation of that soft fur against the sensitive
flesh just under her nails. He moved his head around, teasing her, licking down her
side.
Jane twisted her body around, feeling that tongue lap around her hipbones, then down
her thighs toward her knee. She twisted around again, her ass sliding over the dusty
sofa cushions. The woman laughed, pleased Spike was touching her all over, dragging
his sloppy tongue up and down her body.
"Uhhhh... oh Spike, Spike, Spike!"
Jane was jerking her hips up and down in rapid fucking movements. At times she hit
the dog. At others she nearly slid off the couch. Jane pushed herself back onto the sofa,
wriggling around and whimpering nearly as loudly as the animal about to mount her.
"Fuck me, Spike!"
Jane had whispered the command. But Spike had heard it clearly. He barked, tossing
his head around, staring right down into her blue eyes. Jane trembled. She thought she
could almost make out a glimmer of human intelligence behind the dog's eyes. But she
knew it had to b her own imagination. She kept petting his sturdy haunches as he
licked the pool of sweat from her navel. Jane shook some more, rubbing her fingers
over her tits, her belly, her cunt. The dog was following her hand, licking wherever it
went. Jane loved it, loved that tickling pleasure.
"No, oh no, oh God, this is... soooooo good! Spike, this is so good, doggie. Oh God,
good doggie!" Jane repeated over and over again.
The tickling rub of his tongue made her ass move back and forth in faster fucking
movements. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead while her long blonde hair plastered
itself to her cheeks. Little puffs of dust rose all around her as the animal broadened his
stance above her.
"Good dog, goooood dog," she gasped.
Jane parted her thighs, feeling the steamy sensation between them increase the moment
she spread them. She could feel more juice dripping down her soaked cuntlips, trickling
to her ass. The dog lurched forward, his eyes rounded and glistening with arousal.
"Uhhhhh, Spike!"
The dog began eating her cunt with a wild appetite. She loved the way his hair was
bristling around his neck, the way his maw fitted so tightly in her cunt. Jane reached
up, pinching her nipples, then rubbing them with her palms. That was the trouble with
a dog, she thought. He couldn't be all over her at once, not like a man. A man could be
fucking and fondling at the same time. With a dog, it was one thing or the other. Still,
Jane thought, Spike was certainly better than what she had had before – nothing!
She felt his black nose moving up and down through her cunt crack, forcing the inner
labes apart. He was stretching the mouth of her cunt tantalizingly, adding to the
already hot, pulsing itch that throbbed through her pussy. Jane moaned loudly,
writhing her shoulders against the sofa cushions. She petted the dog with her hands and
feet while he lapped and wet her cunt with his doggie spit. That warm, sticky stuff
dribbled down her thighs, dribbled down to her ankles. Jane tensed her asscheeks again,
throwing them off the sofa cushions.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
What a filthy mouth she discovered she had! She had never said those things to her late
husband, not even in the throes of passion! But the dog had touched something in her,
let out a dark force that encircled them both right now.
"Oh Spike, fuck me good!"
Spike growled, puffing out and licking the juices slicking down the short fur around his
maw. Jane shuddered, seeing that glimmer of human intelligence flash in his eyes again.
No, no, it was her imagination. And what did it mean, anyway?
"Fuck, fuck me Spike, fuck!"
Her words became more and more urgent. The dog growled again, letting his teeth nip
along the puffed outer edges of her cuntlips. The feeling drove her wild. She ground her
ass hungrily at him, digging her fingernails into the soft sofa material while beating her
naked legs against the couch.
Jane looked wildly at the wall, her legs hugging the big animal wedged between them.
Spike was still growling. She could feel his voice vibrating through her pussy. It was
wonderful, wild! Jane humped her back, pressing her cuntal mound up harder for the
dog to eat. His fangs dug along the dainty flesh of her thighs. His neck hairs bristled
once more.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Jane clawed at the dog's neck, urging him on, fitting his snout up against her pussy.
Even when the biting made her wince with pain, the woman wanted more. Flames of
incredible heat and goodness licked along her inner thighs. She wanted him, wanted the
dog more than anything she had ever wanted in her life!
"Do it, Spike, do it to me!"
Jane was sliding off the couch again. He would fuck her soon. She would be on her
hand and knees and let the animal mount her like the bitch she was. Her body was
responding quickly to the hurried, sloppy friction of the German shepherd's tongue.
Perhaps it was all that thinking about that young man still in the backyard working
that made her so hot. Jane smiled weakly. He was working back there while she was
down here in the basement. Jane laughed, her laughter quickly turning into a groan as
Spike touched her sensitive clit once more.
"Ohhh, can't take more, can't take much more," she groaned.
Spike backed off for a moment, opening his killer jaws and taking in her whole cuntal
mound. Jane looked at him with surprised fear, her jaws slackening open when she felt
his fangs pressing into the wet, swollen cunt meat. Then he shook her pussy, eyeing her
constantly. It was too much! Jane jerked her ass off the sofa, thinking she would surely
pass out from the rush of excitement.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Spike was pawing at her thighs and she knew what that meant. He wanted more, more
from her as she wanted more from him. it was a mutual exchange, she thought, as she
slid off the sofa and onto the basement floor on her hands and knees. Her ass was
wagging back and forth for the big dog.
"Oh, do it, Spike! Do it to me! Oh, you're such a good doggie!"
Spike was still rolling his tongue around in her cunt, sticking it down into her cunt
meat until the woman was crying out. Tears of delight rushed down her flushed cheeks
as Jane wanted that fuck, that wonderful fuck she'd been thinking of all morning. Her
cuntal muscles convulsed and tightened around the dog's muzzle and it was very close
to the feeling .of being fucked. Her ass pranced in circles, then drove up and down to
increase the friction the wild dog brought to her inflamed cunt. She wanted him to lick
her everywhere at once – and fuck her now!
"Do it!"
The urgency in her voice was more intense than before. Spike picked up that note and
moved forward, bracing one of his legs against her ass. He dug at her thighs again with
one paw, burrowing his nose into the sloppy mess of her cunt.
"There, Spike... there! Good doggy, ohhhhh, so goooood!"
Spike was on top of her now, his forelegs wrapped around her upper chest. He was
going to fuck her! Jane knew she was going to cum fast and hard. Just the touch of his
cock rushing in and out of her pussy would be enough, she thought, to send her over
the edge. Jane closed her eyes, feeling her cuntal muscles tighten again as Spike
struggled for support and balance.
She felt his furry weight shifting back and forth over her back. His hindquarters padded
nervously behind her. She felt his hard, pointy cock jabbing blindly at her pussy once
more. This would be the second time, the second time she had let him fuck her.
Jane shivered, working her shoulders while the animal shifted for ward, fitting his head
between her shoulder-blades and resting his maw against the back of her neck.
Again he moved about, then jerked forward.
Jane let out a sigh of delight, her eyes closing while her cheeks quivered. He was
fucking her! She could feel those delightful little bumps caressing the sore, aching,
throbbing cuntlips that tightened around his prick. Jane dropped her head toward the
floor, hardly able to keep her wobbling body steady. In and out, in and out he
certainly .was fucking her hard and fast. His furry little balls slapped wetly against her
ass while he fucked her into the floor.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The shivery moan made the animal growl in response.
Jane thought she was coming apart. How her pussy trembled, convulsing again and
again as the dog's cock trenched out her sloppy pussyhole. Jane could feel that familiar
whirling ball of sexual arousal spinning around and around in the pit of her belly.
Jane's big ass jerked and shot into the air, nearly knocking the animal off her back. She
was so close, so very close! And how much hotter she was this time than she had been
the last when Spike had first fucked her. Now she was not afraid. Now she was
completely uninhibited, wanting only to be serviced in the best, hottest way possible.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Spike paused for a second, rearranging his fucking position. Jane felt his tail wash over
the backs of her legs. What a wonderful feeling that was! And then he began fucking
into her once again, his powerful strokes making her body shudder with each
downward fuck thrust. Her tits jiggled, the nipples brushing against the cold floor.
"Oh, do it, do it!"
Jane rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy crack of her cunt flesh up and down on
the fucking cock. She squirmed, then let out a shout of frustration as the dog's cock
slipped from her pussy. Spike growled, wriggling on top of her, then pushing forward.
Again Jane could feel his cock pushing along blindly for her pussy. She dipped her ass,
hoping to help the animal. Then Spike seemed to find his bearings and he fucked
forward, right into her asshole!
"Yaghhhhh!"
And there was nothing, literally nothing, Jane could do!


Chapter 8

"No, no, get off me!"
Jane swatted back at the large animal, her fingers stroking him again and again. But
Spike was holding firm this time, growling at her in a warning.
"No, oh God, it hurts! And it's all wrong!"
There was a cry of pain in Jane's voice as again she tried to wiggle out from under the
dog's insistent body. But Spike kept onto her, his tail straight out while his cock knifed
into her asshole. She could hear him moaning, probably wondering why her cunt had
become so tight so suddenly.
"Uhhhh, damned dog! Get off me! Oh God, get off me!" she cried.
But Jane knew she had succeeded too well in exciting the animal for him to do
anything but fuck her. She had trained him well, programmed him like computer. He
would act now, and there was nothing in the world she could do to stop him! Jane
hung her head down lower, feeling shame, humiliation and pain mix all together as
Spike continued to fuck her ass as if it were her cunt!
Jane felt the obscene slickness of his cock chug into her asshole, reaching farther and
farther into her body. Consciously, Jane eased the tight grip of her ass on the prick. If
only she could get him to work his cock from her asshole and put it back into her cunt
everything would be all right. She had been so close to cumming and now the dog had
set her back. Jane ground her teeth in frustration.
"Oh Spike, in my cunt. Please, not in my asshole! Oh God, not there!"
But the dog had a mind of his own. He fucked her while the woman moved her ass as
sensuously as she could. The slow intrusion of the hard doggie cock in her ass hurt her
terribly. Jane wrinkled her forehead, gasping for air while the German shepherd drove
more of his prick into her bowels. Hot, spicy flashes of delight raced through her cunt
and asshole, making her dizzy as she fought for breath.
"Uhhhhh... doggie, doggie... oh God, doggie, why are you doing this to me?"
Spike only growled in answer, his paws dragging along her sides, leaving long red
marks that matched with the others clawed a few days ago.
Strangely enough, the woman found her pussy was starting to heat up once more.
There seemed to be some odd connection between her asshole and pussy. The harder
Spike fucked her ass, the hotter her cunt was becoming. When he lunged down deep,
she could feel the pressure somehow in her pussy. Her clit began to sputter once more
as if she had been getting fucked in the pussy.
"Uhhhh... oh God! Can't... can't keep doing this, just can't!"
Spike drove down hard, making the woman feel as if he were splitting her wide open.
Jane knew some women liked getting fucked in the ass. Her late husband had tried this
with her once. But he was simply too big for her to take. Spike, on the other hand, had
a cock that was just the right size.
His prick hurt her a little. But slowly Jane found her sphincter was getting used to
being stretched by that thing. Jane could feel the pain still climbing up in her ass,
spreading to all parts of her body. But now there was a definite pleasurable edge to this
fucking. She backed into the dog again, bending her elbows out a little farther until
soon she was resting her burning forehead against the basement floor. She was being
fucked hard and fast, the way she always wanted to be fucked. Stretching her right hand
back, Jane strummed her clit, finger-fucking herself while the dog was fucking her ass.
She groaned, pressing her right cheek now against the concrete while rutting
shamelessly there, her ass wagging high in the air. Spike continued to split that white,
shivering ass with his cock, his eyes blazing with sexual fury as he wound up the fuck
with several powerful downward thrusts. Oh, oh, how Jane loved this!
Jane's arms and legs spasmed as she felt her clit start to vibrate steadily. She twisted
three fingers into her cunt, feeling the muscles tighten and suck at her digits. She
shoved her ass back again, looking for more sensations. Spike gave it to her, the sliding
of his prick through her ass filling her with a steadily glowing sexual heat.
For a moment Jane thought of that man again. How would his cock feel sliding
through her ass, splitting her in two while his fingers covered her tits and squeezed her
nipples? Another hot rush through her clit drove those thoughts from her mind. Jane
was here with the dog, letting the dog fuck her into oblivion. It was the dog she would
think of as he drove his prick down harder into her asshole.
"Gonna cum, Spike! Gonna make it! Oh God, I'm going to cum!'
Jane didn't know if the dog could understand her or not but it didn't matter. AU she
cared about was the hot, intense, concentrated feeling that was taking her over. The
tempo of the dog's ass-ripping fucking increased more and more, making Jane squeak
with pleasure. She didn't care how much he hurt her now. The more, the better, she
thought, wagging her ass, clawing her fingers deep in her pussy. She felt the drag of her
cuntlips against her fucking fingers and screamed with pleasure.
"Nooooooo!"
Spike thrust back and forth, gradually speeding his cock strokes even more until Jane
thought the flesh around her asshole would catch fire from the friction. Heat knifed
into her clit, making her tremble all over. It was going to happen! Oh God, it was going
to happen!
"God, God in heaven, I'm gonna cum!"
It was then Jane screamed, feeling the liquid fire spurt into her asshole. The dog was
shooting sending spurts of his doggie jizz into her asshole! Jane let out another howl,
tweaking her clit with her fingers. She started to cum, feeling the clutching in her belly
spread up quickly to her pussy. That mass of tension swelled in her belly, burning in
her thighs until she could hardly breathe.
"Yaghghhghghghhh!"
Jane tossed and writhed under the dog, nearly pitching him from her body more than
once. He held on, his head still pressing against the back of her neck. She could feel
Spike's forelegs tearing at her sides, the claws rubbing painfully against her flesh as she
came and came and came. She tossed her hips around with wild abandon while Spike
kept his cock buried in her.
A deep, sobbing breath made Jane's cunt feel even fuller when the pistoning cock
rammed in. Her cunt mouth hurt from all the friction. The loss of sweat and her thirst
made her cunt juice begin to dry. An angry fire started at the mouth of her hole,
increasing the orgasmic pulses taking her breath away. Jane's whole belly seemed to
swell up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her ass back on the dog's cock.
Catastrophic waves tore from her cunt through her asshole, then ripped back once
more.
"Yghghghhfhfhh!"
Jane had never experienced anything like it before in her life! She gulped in air, her
body rocking from the multiple orgasms tearing through it. Spike stayed with her, his
muscular furry forelegs gripping her chest and belly while he howled and growled along
with his mistress.
The massive thrusts of his cum-spurting prick seemed to last forever. Jane felt her
cuntal walls gripping her fucking fingers at least three times for every wad that shot
from the dog's pointy prick.
She felt herself become all cunt-hot, wet and clenching. The woman milked at the
bucking rod of his prick, jerking from side to side as if she had lost her mind
completely. Her head shot back while her tits slapped together. Oh, oh, this was good,
the best, the very best cum she had ever had in her life! And a dog had given it to her!
A Goddamned dog fucking her in the ass had to do it! Jane could have laughed at the
thought if her cunt weren't still throbbing and aching so!
"Ohhhh, cum, cum, cummmmm!"
That wonderful word cum! How she loved saying it over and over while the final throbs
of her orgasm shot through her ass and pussy. Even when the dog's thrusting cock
stopped chugging through her ass, Jane felt her cum go on and on and on. The last
thing she knew before falling face down on the floor was that this was the best, hardest
cum in her life!

* * *

How long had time gone by? Jane had no idea. When she pushed herself up off the
floor and turned her head around, she could dimly see Spike resting at the foot of the
stairs. He was looking up at the door, asking to be let out. Jane smiled.
"All right, Spike."
It was difficult to steady herself at first. Jane slipped the panties over her cummy
cuntlips, slowly pulling on her halter, then slipping back into her skirt. How slowly
each movement went now. She wanted simply to lay down and think about what had
happened. But Spike was prancing around the foot of the stairs now. She started
climbing them, feeling the cum oozing from her asshole. How hot that little opening
was still!
"There you go, good dog," Jane said, unlocking the cellar door and watching as the big
German shepherd scampered to his freedom.
Jane leaned against the wall, feeling a little dizzy. She would shower, then lie down and
wait for the day to end. Perhaps she could suggest that Francie and Cindy go to a
movie or bowling or something. What did teenagers do today, except fuck and drink?
Jane shook her head. Not her daughter, not Francie. The girl was very careful, Jane
thought to herself as she closed the door behind her.
Stopping at the living room doorway, Jane folded her arms around her waist, hearing
the steady droning sound of the power lawnmower.
Spike was good. But what she needed was a man. Perhaps Jack... Jane shook her head,
still unable to get the picture of that young man from her mind. Maybe she would
come down later and talk with him.
Jane smiled to herself, pulling her body up the stairs for a quick shower. Oh, how good
it had felt having the dog fucking her, even if he did fuck her in the ass! Perhaps
tonight she would have a man do the same thing. The thought sent a shudder of delight
through her as she padded toward the main bathroom.
Jack, however, wasn't just mowing the lawn. Cindy had met someone at the pool and
insisted on staying late. Bored, Francie threw a large white towel around her shoulders
and walked home. She thought about Spike and hoped her mother had gone out so she
could let the dog take the edge off her excited little cunt.
Francie stopped several times, wondering if she shouldn't just go back to the pool and
put up with some of those leering, creepy guys. But she decided that anything was
better than that. Turning into her curved drive, Francie paused. She saw some strange
man mowing the lawn just behind the leaning oak tree. Her mother hadn't said
anything about hiring anyone to do yard work. Francie felt curious as well as excited as
she made her way quietly around the house to the backyard.
"Hi!" Francie took both ends of the towel and nervously knotted them together. Wow,
was he good-looking!
Jack stopped, turning off the mower and wiping the sweat off his forehead with his
handkerchief.
"Hi. Guess you live here?"
"Yeah, with my mom. She hire you?"
He was better than any old creep who hung out around the pool any day. Francie was
terribly aware of her near-nakedness and drew the towel around her shoulders a bit
more tightly. She had changed into that string bikini her mother had warned her
against once she and her cousin had reached the pool. Now she could feel that tiny
satin patch of material snugging up against her crotch. She shuddered, a light breeze
raising her hair from her narrow shoulders.
"Yeah for a while, anyway. I'm just showing how good I am," Jack said, looking around
the yard.
Francie wondered if he knew what else that sentence could mean. She guessed he didn't
and smiled pleasantly. Without really thinking about it, she started pulling that
protective towel from her shoulders, revealing her young body. She could see in an
instant Jack was appreciative of her tits, her ass, her cunt, her legs. That made the teen
very happy, although she was still unsure of how to pursue this.
"Oh, I'll bet she'll keep you. We need all kinds of help around here."
Francie wanted to tell him just what kind of help she could use right now. But
somehow that wouldn't seem proper, she thought. Besides, she could just imagine all
the neighbors peeking through their blinds. There was talk already around the
neighborhood about the two women living alone like that.
"Why don't you let me fix you a sandwich or something?"
"I can go out for something and-"
"That's silly. Come on."
Jack sat at the kitchen table while Francie put together her best lunch. She toasted the
bread, piled on pickles and tomatoes and thick layers of cheese. Then with her chin in
her hands she watched him eat. She was glad he hadn't put on his T-shirt. Even his
muscles had muscles, she thought to herself as she eye'd the young man. For an instant
Francie wondered where her mother was. The car was still in the garage. Then she
heard the shower running overhead. Taking another bath, she thought, to calm her
nerves. Francie sighed.
"That was good. Thanks a lot uhh..."
"Francie... Francine, really. But I like people to call me Francie."
Jack grinned, revealing a double row of perfect, white teeth. Francie couldn't stifle the
hot seepy feeling dampening her crotch. She wondered if she could stand up, her knees
were so weak.
"Where are you going?"
"Gonna finish up the yard work. Your mom's not gonna like me goofing off like this. I
need the money for school," Jack said, pushing open the back door.
"Oh, she has lots of money. My dad left it all to her," Francie said, collecting the dishes
from the table and dropping them into the sink. "Besides, you need a rest. And so do
I."
Francie was a little ashamed of herself for having let something like that slip out. Still,
she was glad she had said it when she noticed a glimmer in Jack's eye that wasn't there
before. Maybe he was a little dense at first, but now he was catching on, she thought.
Could she go through with something like fucking a guy? She was still a virgin. Would
that turn him off?
"Well, I don't think it's right to stick around here with your mom.
Jack rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, not finishing the sentence.
"Oh, let's go in the garage. It's cool there. And there's lots of neat things stored in
there," Francie suggested, trying to keep her voice even.
Jack smiled innocently. But there was some thing there, a quirk in his lips that told
Francie he was thinking the same thing she was. They walked from the house, the girl
wondering if her mother could see them from the window.
Time seemed suspended as they strolled into the garage. Jack pulled the door down a
little, blocking anyone's view unless they came around her mother's car. Francie felt her
heart skipping beats while her clit began to beat in time with her pulse. Francie walked
to an old couch pushed in front of the car. She tested the big sofa, then fell back across
the cushions. She let her legs go apart just enough so the tiny bikini bottom was tight
against her pussy.
She was sure that Jack could see the soft curve of her cuntal mound. She felt so hot and
moist down there! Maybe it was because Jack's eyes were on her. There was no
mistaking the tenderness of her tits, the way her nipples glowed when the silken
patches of her bikini top rubbed against them.
Francie stretched out on her back across the sofa. The first thing that came to her mind
was her mother's warnings about what guys wanted. Well, she wanted it too! And
besides, she had had her first fuck, even if it was with a dog! Francie sniffed away those
phantom suggestions, rubbing her legs against the material. She saw Jack swallowing
hard, looking around his shoulders back at the house.
"You know, if your mom came here and found us she'd throw me out. And she'd have
every right to."
"She won't," Francie shrugged.
The conversation stopped dead in its tracks right there. Jack was wavering, trying to
decide what to do. With a quick turn he closed the door completely, clicking the lock at
the bottom. The distinct smell of oil and gasoline made her nose wrinkle. Jack was
walking up to her, his thumbs hooked around the front of his Levi's.
Even in the darkness Francie could make out the long, thick outline of his cock. It was
way bigger than Spike's prick and for an instant the girl wondered if she'd bitten off
more than she could chew. Then she felt his fingers resting against her slender
shoulders and she knew she was meant to fuck with this man. Swallowing down her
fear, Francie prepared herself to have what she guessed would be the biggest, hardest
fuck in her whole life!


Chapter 9

Francie was lying flat on the couch, her legs hanging slightly over the front end while
Jack was rubbing his right hand over his cock! His cock! Cindy would have freaked if
she could have seen the length and thickness of that thing – even through his Levi's.
He was sitting down, his hands rubbing over her tummy. Francie closed her eyes, afraid
to move. Somehow she thought if she moved the whole thing would disappear – be
only her imagination. When she opened her eyes, however, Francie saw Jack was still
there, his eyes showing her just what he wanted.
"Must be a damned fool letting myself get caught up in this," he muttered.
"I... I promise I won't tell. This is good, good enough for me to keep it our secret."
Francie could hardly hear her own voice. He caught her head with both hands and
dropped down, smothering her words with a kiss. She whimpered into his mouth,
feeling his tongue searching along the crack between her lips. This was better, she
thought, than the sudden attack Spike had given both her and her cousin. Francie
found herself rubbing her ass against the sofa cushion, feeling her body beat up and
nearly incinerate with the stimulation from that tonguing kiss.
"Oh, ohhhh!"
"It feels good holding you, baby. Feels real good, Francie. I'm gonna want to fuck you.
That's what you wanted all along, isn't it?"
The question sounded odd. But she found herself nodding her head up and down
quickly.
"But," she added, watching as Jack started unbuttoning his jeans. "There's something –
I've... I've never done this before."
"What?" Jack stopped, his fly halfway down.
"I mean, I'm a virgin," Francie said, blushing.
Her mother had always told her being a virgin was something to be proud of. But right
now the girl wasn't sure. She thought Jack might want to leave. He might think she
would be too dumb.
"Hey, that's different! I haven't had a virgin in years! Don't worry about it," he said,
chucking her under the chin.
"It's just that... I don't know what to do. I mean, I feel kind of stupid."
Francie was about to chuck the whole thing. Then Jack bent down and kissed her again,
driving his tongue into her mouth. She swallowed his spit and found herself kissing
him back as hard as she could. She drove her tongue against the pink gums; feeling the
smoothness of his straight, clean teeth.
And then... and then his hands were smoothing around her shoulders, puffing at the
tiny string-straps that held her halter to her tits. She could feel the material tugging
down against her nipples. She wasn't going to fight him. Francie groaned into his
mouth, sucking as hard as she could when Jack untied the straps and let them fall to
her sides.
"Ohhhhh!"
She drew back, feeling her tits slip out and stand jutting on her chest. Jack let out a low
whistle, drawing his fingers lightly over her nipples. It was the touch Francie had been
dreaming about.
"Ohhhh, Jack when you touch me like that... I don't know what to do."
"I'll show you, Francie. Don't worry about that."
His hands smoothed down to her thighs, caressing her smooth white flesh. There was
movement around her crotch panel and then the girl felt her bikini bottom sliding off.
Francie let out a hissing breath, her back straightening at the touch of his hands. In a
moment he had pulled off her bathing suit.
"Man, that's a beautiful cunt," Jack said, unbuttoning his fly completely.
Francie scooted back on the couch, unsure if she was supposed to help him or not. Jack
kept his eyes riveted on her pussy, his fingers working nervously against the brass
buttons. In a moment his Levi's halved and the longest, thickest cock seemed to fly out
at the surprised teen.
"Ohhhh!"
Francie jumped back as if something from outer space had attacked her. She sucked in
a sharp breath, wondering how anything that big could ever get inside her. It had to be
nine inches at least, maybe ten, and so thick she doubted she could get her fingers
around the veined shaft! Her mouth opened while one hand instinctively covered her
pussy.
"I won't rush it, Francie. Believe me, it's gonna be real good for you."
Francie doubted it at this point. She had heard some of the girls telling her about how
much the first fuck hurt. The bigger the guy, they said, the more the pain. Later on it
was real fun but the first few minutes were terrible. The story flashed through Francie's
mind as Jack stepped out of his Levi's.
"I... I don't think I'd better. Maybe I'd better go home and... and you know, see you
later," Francie stammered, starting to wriggle off the couch.
"Not after you got me this worked up," he protested, grabbing her shoulders and
forcing Francie back onto the old sofa.
"Please"
Francie didn't want to raise her voice. She was stark naked and so was Jack. Wouldn't
the neighbors have loved to see the two of them fighting like this! But still there was
the awful prospect of having that cock squeezing into her tight little cunt. Francie didn't
know if she could stand it!
"No, no!"
He was on top of her, holding her down. In a moment she could feel that hot cock
rubbing. up against her cuntlips. That sleek, steady friction was doing something to her,
more than anything she could have dreamed of. Climax, cumming! Cummiing with
him. Francie squirmed wildly, flattening against the sofa cushions while she struggled
for air.
Now the girl wasn't so sure if she wanted to go through with this or not. Feeling that
hot steady rub of Jack's cock up and down against her crotch was making her feel
spacey and terrified. And when the spongy, rounded tip of his cockrod began nudging
her belly button the young blonde teen freaked. Flattening her palms out against Jack's
broad chest, she began pushing up at him, trying to wriggle out from under his heavy
body.
"No, no, I don't think I can do this... oh God, don't make me!"
Francie couldn't do a thing. Jack had her where he wanted her. His legs pinned hers to
the couch while his hands held her shoulders against the sofa cushions. Francie could
feel that steady nudging. It was becoming more and more insistent. There were times
when the girl thought Jack was about to stick his cock in her all the way. She tensed
then, her heart pounding wildly while she felt the room dropping away from her. Right
at the last moment he pulled away, laughing softly at her terrified reaction.
"That's good, baby. That makes me real hot when you act that way. I'm gonna fuck
you, but I'm not gonna tell you when I'll stick it in.
You'll know," Jack sighed, kissing her wetly on the mouth while pinching her left
nipple tenderly.
Francie shivered all over when she heard him telling her those dreadful things. The
fever of her insatiable, itching pleasure raged over her pussy. She thought she might
cum even now with Jack sliding his cock back and forth over her cunt. She managed
somehow to keep her clit from exploding, the mounting thrills seeming to invade every
nerve-ending of her body.
She could hardly breathe! And the muscles in her calves ached as she struggled under
the weight of his writhing body. Again and again Jack's cock threatened her pussy.
There were times when he actually raised his thighs, dragging his prick back until it
was at a ninety-degree angle to her cunt. Francie thought he would lunge down at any
moment, sliding his cock in to her and tearing away her cherry with one powerful
stroke.
He laughed again, bringing his hips down slowly and letting his cock slide over the hot,
greasy furred crack of her cunt.
"Uhhhh... oh Jack, don't... don't do this to me! Oh God, I don't know what I'm doing!
Please, lemme go, lemme go!"
Francie repeated this again and again while the big stud fucked her. When she tried
pushing him away again, Jack held her head firmly in both hands.
"You wanna get fucked bad," he said, staring her right in the face.
Francie blushed furiously, silently agreeing with him.
"But you're really scared. So I'm gonna make it easy on you."
"What are you going to do?" Francie asked, genuinely frightened.
"That's for me to know," Jack answered mysteriously, giving her a kiss on the nose,
then sliding down, down, trailing his tongue along her belly.
"Ohhhh, obhhhh!"
He was licking her all over just like Spike! How funny she should think of that animal
now as she was twisting and writhing with her human lover. But the image of the furry
gray German shepherd flashed through her mind as she felt Jack licking and lapping at
her. His tongue washed over her belly, up her tits, sanding over her nipples. The dog
had done that, and done it well.
The wet, licking friction was heavenly! Francie let out tiny little grunts of pleasure,
rocking her body from left to right, arching her spine and pushing her head back into
the pillow when Jack touched a particularly sensitive spot. In a moment she felt him
getting awfully close to her pussy. She wondered if he would like the musky smell of
her cunt the way Spike had.
The large stud was strong, his fingers pressing against the soft resilient flesh of her
thighs. She could feel his panting breath against her cunt. Oh God, God, he was going
to eat her the way the dog had. Francie pushed herself up on her elbows, staring down
with lust-laden eyes at the big man. She saw Jack licking his chops. God! How it
reminded her of the way Spike had moved his tongue around just before diving in to
her muff! She groaned, a particularly powerful spasm pushing through her clit.
Dropping back to the sofa Francie inhaled sharply, rolling her head from side to side.
Was that Spike barking around in the backyard? Was her mother out? She didn't care
any longer. He was going to fuck her doggie-style? Francie smiled weakly, letting out a
low moan when she felt Jack starting to lick along her left thigh, then down her right.
"Ohhhhh, no, no, don't do this to me! Oh God, what are you doing?"
He was a complete stranger and she was let ting him do the most intimate things to
her! Francie groaned again, that thought making this fuck all the more exciting. And
soon... and soon she felt his clean-shaven cheeks wedged between her thighs. His
mouth was pressed against her pussy. Yes, oh yes! Francie could feel his lips pressed
against her cunt, moving up and down.
"No oh no! This can't be happening!"
Francie pitched her ass up from the sofa, tensing the muscles in her thighs and legs
until they ridged from the pressure of supporting her body. Francie was going wild with
sensation. Jack moved back for an instant, licking down her thighs once more while
caressing her tit tips with his fingers. Then he dove back to her cunt, deciding to eat her
the way Spike had. It was almost more than the girl could stand. She clawed her fingers
through Jack's hair, drawing his knees together and rubbing them against the sides of
his head. And all the while he started to eat her.
"Uhhhhh... ohhhhhhh, good God! God!" There was something more controlled, more
studied about the way Jack was eating her. There wasn't the wild lapping of the dog.
But in place of that was a concentrated effort on his part to touch the more sensitive
spots of her pussy. Francie liked that. She let out happy little groans, tossing her body
from side to side with delight while a sheen of perspiration coated her body.
It was like being in an elevator whose cables had snapped. The smooth, slick rub of
Jack's lips as they forced her cuntlips apart was a wonderful sensation. All those fears
about having her cunt speared open by his cock rod disappeared for the moment. To
have Jack's mouth against her swelling cunt was as important as having air in her lungs.
She knew she didn't have the will power to make him stop. He had her spread there on
the couch, helpless, unable to do anything except give in to that wonderful sensation
and wrap her legs around his head.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's the way, go for it! Move that ass up and down," Jack said,
backing away for a second and pulling several blonde cuntal curls from between his
straight front teeth.
"Oh, it's so good, so very good when you touch me that way," Francie admitted.
Jack laughed again, smelling her pussy. "Glad you like it."
Francie's chest heaved mightily up and down as he moved his head from side to side.
She felt the wet walls of her cunt sliding against one another while his tongue stiffened
and began spearing in and out of her pussy with fucking movements. Again she
thought of his cock. However much Jack enjoyed eating her, she knew he'd want to
fuck her, too. She thought of all that cockmeat just inches from her. Francie moaned,
wondering how so much prickmeat could fit into her body.
His nose pressed against her clit, sending electric-like flashes of delight shooting
through her cunt. Francie felt her pussy walls clamping down on Jack's mouth, trying
to clutch at something to satisfy the burning itch of her clit.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Like it, eh, baby? Oh yeah, you like having your cunt sucked this way? Could go on all
night like this," Jack said, wiping the back of his hand over her lips.
"All. night?" she gasped.
"Yeah. Once had a girl back home cum a whole bunch of times before I fucked her.
You wanna cum in my mouth, then get fucked?"
"Want... want everything," Francie admitted, drawing her hands over his handsome
face.
"Greedy little bitch!" Jack said, grinning down at her.
Francie burned with lust, her body catching fire in a way it never had even with the
hurried, sloppy licking friction of the dog. The tickling of his tonguing and kisses was
so much more delicate than the rough and haphazard licking of the dog. And oh, how
he was licking her pussy. He was licking deep into her cunt, searching for an even
hotter place than the last. Then she felt him rimming the puffed, folded membranes of
her outer lips. He licked up and down, up and down like a thirsty puppy. Francie
tightened her thigh muscles again, plunging her ass up and down with lusty grunts
while her arms stretched to either side of her body.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, come on and feed that pussy! Go on, give it to me!"
Jack was whispering hotly to her, sliding his hands under her ass and pressing his
fingers up against the resilient white flesh. Francie let out another groan, feeling his
hands touching her down there. It was so naughty yet, she loved the hot touch of those
palms on her ass. She let out another happy grunt of delight, scissoring her legs around
Jack's head and pumping her cunt harder and harder against his face.
At times she could feel his tongue touching her cherry. That was when she tucked her
ass away from him, feeling a flash of fear. There were all of those images of pain again,
put there by her mother and some of her friends at school. It was then Jack slowed his
slopping friction, thawing back and tonguing her outer labes and her clit, making her
rut again without having any fear.
"Uhhhh... ooooohhhhh!"
It was so wild, so crazy! He was rimming her again, barely touching her outer labes
while sliding one finger up her ass crack. Francie felt her sphincter tighten the moment
the fingertip began caressing the gray/pink wrinkled ass flesh. Francie's eyes opened
wide. She stared at the ceiling, her face a mask of intense concentration as that finger
began to fuck teasingly at her asshole.
"No!"
But Francie was in no position to tell Jack what not to do. He stiffened that finger,
crooking it, then stabbing it deep into her asshole. Francie's mouth opened, letting out
a little rush of air. Brilliant hot flashes of delight raced immediately from her violated
asshole to her cunt. She never would have believed the kind of erotic connection she
felt between her two fuck-holes, but there it was! The more he stabbed into her shitter,
the hotter her clit got!
Francie pumped her ass backward, impaling her ass on that digit. Then she jerked it
forward, feeling the increased pressure of Jack's mouth on her pussy. She was in
heaven. Again Francie thought she could hear Spike barking outside the locked garage
doors. Did he know what was going on inside? Was he jealous? Could he smell her?
Francie smiled at those possibilities!
"Oh, eat me some more... oh God, what-what are you doing to me?"
He had turned her onto her back now. He was holding her cuntlips apart with his
fingers while he scoured each square inch of her cunt his tongue. He was exploring her
carefully slowly. There were times when he drew back lapping his tongue over her ass.
It was then when the girl thought once more of the dog. How Spike had licked her like
that, concentrating on her ass, then moving in for the kill of her pussy.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Jack still had that finger up her ass, wriggling it deeper and deeper until his knuckles
were pressed firmly against her asscheeks. It was almost more than the girl could bear!
She grunted into the pillow, pushing her hands into the soft material while hunching
backward in to his face. Oh, how he could lick, lapping that tongue back and forth over
her ass, then down into her cunt.
"Oh, Jack, oh when you do it like that to me, oh God, I think I'm gonna die!"
Jack laughed again, his strong fingers pressing into the muscles just above each of her
knees. He was spreading her apart slowly, inch by inch, making Francie feel every bit of
his fucking. How she loved it! It was as if he were touching her with a live wire! Her
knees dug into the soft sofa cushions while her tits pillowed out between her chest and
the couch.
Without thinking more about it, the girl began moving her hips. She felt her fine
golden hairs tangling behind her ears and in a moment Jack was back to licking her
cunt in earnest from behind. He kept flicking her ass with those fingers while twisting
his tongue around and digging down deep into her pussy. Francie groaned, feeling the
tip touching her cherry.
Jack kept licking at it, touching it, pressing against it as if he wanted to tear it loose
with his tongue and teeth. That prospect frightened the girl to death!
"No, oh no, don't do it, don't do it now!" she protested.
"Oh, baby, you're gonna have to do it sooner or later."
Francie felt panic again. She was going to lose her cherry!


Chapter 10

"No, no!"
"You want me to eat you again?"
"Oh yes, yes, just don't hurt me, please, don't hurt me!" she begged.
Jack turned her around, taking her head in both his hands, once more tonguing her.
Francie felt her head bending back, back, back. Her mouth lolled open. Jack covered
her lips with his and started kissing her wildly. She could taste herself on his tongue, on
his mouth, but she didn't care.
How she burned down there. She could feel floods of her hot juice running from her
cuntlips. Jack reached down, running his finger gingerly along her cunt crack. He
touched her clit, spreading her pussylips, rubbing up and down until Francie started
whimpering. She moaned then, feeling that finger going in deeper.
He pulled the digit out, sliding down and rolling onto his back. Francie wasn't too sure
what was going on. And then... and then she found him on his ass guiding her upward.
She started to pull away but then the fascination of just what he was up to grabbed the
girl. Francie let him guide her and the teen found herself stradling his shoulders, her
knees bent so her legs were stretched back alongside his body.
"Jack, this isn't right... it feels so spacey! I mean, are you sure?"
"Come on, it's a good way to do it. I want you to sit on my fuckin' face," he said, his
hands grabbing her hard around the hips.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Francie let her head fall back. She felt her discomfort, her innocence more strongly than
ever in this obscene position. He scooted her up higher, caressing her body in a dozen
places as she tried to do what he wanted. He rubbed her firm little ass again and the
tickling touch sent more shivers racing up and. down her spine.
Francie widened her stance, feeling her cunt touching his chin.
"Oh, that's the way, baby! That's the way! I can smell that pussy all the way from here!"
Francie blushed again, feeling those hot chilly rushes of delight soaring up and down
her thighs. And then she felt him bringing her up all the way. His head popped up, his
tongue licking deep into her pussy. Francie thought she would die from that touch!
He was bringing her soppy cuntlips up against his mouth, fitting her pussy tightly
against his lips. She was high, dizzy, still falling with that elevator. Her thin arms were
braced on the couch while Jack rubbed her ass with both hands. He moved her so her
throbbing cunt rubbed up against her cunt all the time. She groaned and worked her
ass against that constantly sucking mouth.
"That's it, Francie. Oh man, man, havin' you like this is somethin' else."
"Oh fuck me, fuck me with that tongue!" the girl repeated, her cries echoing off the
garage walls.
"Gonna fuck you, alright – with this tongue and something else!"
Francie heard her own gasps and cries of excited delight each time Jack fucked into her
cunt with that tongue. This was a thousand times better than having Spike fucking her
with his maw!
Jack knew just how to move her, how to settle her cunt over his face and lick deep
while she thrust her ass from side to side. The feel of those hot, powerful bands
gripping her ass and thighs sent more rushes of delight exploding deep in her cunt.
Francie knew he could have thrown her down right now and fucked her pussy and
there was little she would have done to stop her. But he was enjoying this, she knew.
He was enjoying the touch of her pussy against his mouth, the taste of her juices
flowing from her cunthole down into his throat. She heard that lapping sound, the
sound of his tongue licking into her cunt, then smacking against his lips. It made her
shiver!
"Uhhhhh... oh God, Jack, it's so good, so very good when you do that!"
His tongue was searching back along her cunt crack. She felt it, spearing into her again,
then move back, then move back in. He flicked it in and out, pulling it away just in
time from her clutching, convulsing cunt muscles. He was tasting her insides, licking
her up, up toward c1imax.
"God!"
He was tracing his backbone now with his fingers, smoothing his hands around her
tiny waist. More of her juices seeped out to wet his cheeks. He was shoving her up and
down, bouncing her against his face while lapping deep into her pussy. Again Francie
felt him pressing his tongue against her cherry!
"No, noooooo!"
Francie cried out, rolling her hips with a wild abandon against his face. He was licking
hungrily at her clit now, concentrating on that tiny organ while sticking that finger
back into her ass. Francie liked that finger fucking her ass while his tongue lapped deep
in her pussy.
"Oh baby, baby, you're hotter 'n most grown women I've fucked."
"Really?"
Somehow she loved hearing that comment. She was so new, so inexperienced at this
sort of thing. And here was a first-class stud telling her wonderful things about the way
she was fucking him!
"Oh yeah, yeah, move that ass, move it around my mouth till you make me...
uhhhhhh!"
Was Jack going to cum? She should have been relieved. That would mean a reprieve for
her cunt. But somehow that news that he was going to shoot disappointed her. She felt
a lit tle let down. And then that tongue started fucking her once more, pressing again
and again against her clit. The girl could only think of cumming herself!
"Cummmmmm!"
The word came from Francie's lips like a warning siren. She bounced frantically against
Jack's face, feeding him her cunt faster and harder. She let her head hang between her
arms, moving around like a wild mare.
"Uh! Uhh! Ughhhh!"
The gasps broke from her throat. He had jammed that finger up into her asshole until
the knuckles were rubbing up against her asshole once more. And at the same time
Francie had the most burning desire for Jack to finger her cunt. As if he could read her
mind Jack did just that. Moving his other hand around, he slipped two fingers into her
pussy, rubbing them around just where his tongue was licking.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Francie couldn't stand it. She was drooling and tossing. He fucked in and out of her
with his closed fingers, sucking her clit between his teeth. She heard that sound, the
sound of his mouth sucking against her pussy. It seemed to get louder until it took over
her mind, making her think of how the two of them must look as they fucked that way.
"No, no, no!"
Francie couldn't stand it. She was going to cum. She was going to cum in his mouth!
The burning itch was becoming too powerful for her to keep it back. Jack sensed her
growing urgency and finger-fucked her harder. For a moment she thought the finger up
her ass would meet the fingers fucking her pussy.
"Noooooo!"
Francie felt herself losing perspective. The room was dropping away. The world crashed
into her cunt. Everything disappeared, it seemed, except that wonderful tongue and
those fingers. She felt the suction of her body as it tried to nurse his fingers as if they
were a cock. Then she felt herself cumming with a wild fury. Francie opened her
mouth, letting out strangled, choking sounds while her cunt clamped down hard on
Jack's tongue and fingers.
"Eagbhghghghgh!"
It was the most overwhelming feeling in her life! Francie thought she was going to have
a heart attack. She kept letting out choked cries, her ass prancing over the boy's face.
The feverish, itching thrills burst in the pit of her pussy. She curved her slim body
down, holding the sides of Jack's head as her ass wriggled to get all of his mouth tongue
and chin. It was happening so much slower than it had when the dog had fucked her.
Maybe that was the difference! Having a cock in her pussy would have rushed the
climax through. Francie smiled. She was glad it was slow. She could taste every second
of it this way, relish every moment.
The tickle had grown to an itch and then to an aching, and then to a madness. It had
all happened so slowly, so very slowly! Did anything in the whole world matter except
this?
"Jack... ohhhhh"
Francie didn't even remember the last of it. Everything blurred as she moved her cunt
back and forth, back and forth over his mouth and nose. It was a wonderful paradise of
slick, satiny hot frenzy that finally ebbed away. She tried opening her eyes. When she
did, Francie realized she was on her back, spread-legged on her ass. The garage was
silent except for their steady, labored breathing. Francie was the first to speak.
"Oh God, that was wonderful! I never thought... never thought something like this
could happen to somebody like me," she confessed.
"You're a natural, Francie. Some people were born to sing, some to play piano," Jack
said, a wry smile on his lips as he pushed her hair gently from her face. "But you,
Francie, you got a talent for fucking."
Francie wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. She decided to take it as one and
smiled back. Wow! How hot her cunt still was even after that fucking spree. Jack
guessed that. She knew he could read it in her eyes!
"And now, we go for it!"
"No, no, not that!" she whined, knowing full well what he was talking about.
"Got to, baby. Somebody's gotta do it, and I'm not going to let some bozo take my
place."
"Noooo!"
He was on top of her, holding her down. At that moment Francie realized he hadn't
cum. In all her frenzy as she rode his tongue and fingers she hadn't thought about that.
And now she felt his prick riding her pussy, sliding back and forth, rubbing up her cut
to full frenzy once more. She struggled, but all her strength was gone. She could feel
her cuntlips spring open, his greasy cockhead squeezing in. Francie stopped moving,
terrified that the slightest motion would hurt her. She concentrated on that weird,
filling feeling. His cock was taking her over, filling her up, spreading her apart. Francie
rocked her body slightly, that fat cockhead soon pressing up against her cherry!
"Nooooo!"
Jack didn't even say word one. Sucking in a deep breath and holding it, he plunged
forward. With a blinding flash of pain her cherry ripped from its place. It was an awful
pain, one that seared into her brain. Francie let out a yowl, then fell limp against the
sofa. She was sobbing, the hurt nearly matching the excitement raging through her
pussy.
"That's okay, baby. It's all over now. I'm in deep, real deep, and you ain't never gonna
feel that pain again. It's all fun from now on."
In a moment Francie was only sniffing, feeling that hard-on poking around in her. It
was good, good feeling Jack inside her all the way! And he was going to fuck her, fuck
her deeper and harder than Spike had. In another second she found herself holding
onto Jack, working her hips from left to right and wondering how long it would be
before Jack was sending gouts of his cum into her pussy!


Chapter 11

Jane sat alone in her living room. She had managed to send Francie and Jane off to the
movies again when her niece had come home from the pool. To her surprise she had
discovered her daughter had been home for some time, talking to Jack in the back.
Thank God she hadn't tried anything more with the dog.
The boy looked as if he would work out well. He hadn't finished as much as he'd
promised, he confessed. That, Jane thought, was probably Francie's fault for distracting
him. He seemed really eager to stay around and work on the yard. He was even
working tonight, raking up some dead wood in the back. Jane passed one hand over her
forehead and felt her pussy tingle at the thought of Jack.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
Jane clenched her fists, pounding them against the end table. The small white porcelain
lamp jiggled from the force of her blows. Would she never be able to stop that terrible
itching in her cunt? Would she go on like this all her life, lusting after men, never
being able to bring herself to go out and find one? Tears welled in to her eyes as she sat
there, terribly aware of being terribly alone. At that point she felt something very cold
and wet brushing up against her leg. Spike. She knew it without even looking down.
Her dog was the only thing she could count on to give her relief. Reaching down, she
stroked his handsome head lightly.
"Come on, boy, come on."
She had closed the drapes knowing in her heart of hearts something like this would
happen. She hadn't even worn her panties, a sure sign she knew what she would be
doing in a few moments after her daughter and niece had left. How they were giggling,
as if they were sharing some dreadful secret!
"Spike!"
The dog heeled, rubbing up against her and licking her legs once again. Jane didn't
even want to think about it. She stood up, unzipping her dress and puffing it over her
head. The material frictioned over her tightened nipples while juice seeped from her
cunthole. Good old Spike. He'd fucked her and licked her and still he wanted more. If
only men could be like that! Well, her late husband had been...
"Up here, Spike, up here."
She was half-lying on the sofa, one of her legs on the floor, the other draped over the
cushions. It was an obscene pose, one that stretched her cunt wide open for the dog.
Jane wasn't even attempting to play coy. The animal knew she wanted him. He could
smell it from where he was standing now by the end table. Why try to fool him? Why
try to fool herself? She groaned, letting her head fall back while the dog bounded onto
the sofa. She spread her knees even farther until the outer labes pulled back.
"You know what to do, don't you, boy? You know how to make me feel happy?"
She ruffled his fur, feeling the smooth coat against her fingertips. How good it was.
Closing her eyes, Jane let the dog do all the work. He sat there on his haunches, his
tongue hanging out, looking at her with a slightly cocked head. Jane petted his sides,
burning up with passion. She knew a good part of her lust was because of Jack. Her
interest in him shocked her as well as pleased her. To see him working without a shirt,
his tanned skin glistening with sweat – it was no surprise that her daughter had spent
that much time talking with him – if in deed she was only talking.
The thought that Francie might have done something else with Jack sickened as well as
strangely excited her. Spike dropped his head and started lapping at her thighs. Jane
closed her eyes, her fingers moving down his chest to his prick.
"Good dog, good..."
She was touching his prick. How good and hot it felt! And soon, she thought, it would
be rodding her, fucking her just as she wished Jack would have been fucking her. Her
grazing touch whimpered, licking at her arm. She brought her hand back, rubbing her
fingertips along the edges of his cock, marveling at the slick, bumpy feel of the animal's
cock. How different it was from a man's – at least, from what she remembered of a
man's dick.
Jane pulled her cunt farther apart with her fingers as Spike moved around and started
licking her. She felt something missing from the licking, though, something she knew
she had to have right away. Her fingers were straying into her cuntal slit. She plowed
her slippery folds apart, fucking herself. Spike licked and licked her pussy, driving his
tongue into her while bracing those powerful forepaws up against her splayed knees.
The touch brought more whimpery gasps from her throat. Roughly she grabbed the
dog's fur around his neck and pulled his snout into her cunt.
"Spike, yes, yes, yes!"
She closed her eyes, feeling that sexy, slippery rub all over her pussy. It was only when
she opened them that Jane realized someone else was in the room.
"Oh!"
At first Jane thought it was her daughter and the shock nearly killed her. With a rough
push she shoved the dog away, puffing a pillow over her pussy while her mind rattled
around and around in her head. Explanations! There couldn't be any for this. Then she
realized in another second that it was Jack and not Francie standing in the doorway.
"Oh my God!"
He was standing there bare-chested, his arms folded over his belly. He had a grin on his
face, his blue eyes dancing merrily around in his head.
"I, I can't..." Jane couldn't find her voice.
"I think it's groovy. Really hot! Bet your daughter doesn't know about it," he offered,
moving forward.
Jane clutched the pillow harder, trying to figure out what to do. "Francie doesn't know,"
she managed to say, her voice labored.
"That's good," Jack whispered, bending down and puffing the pillow from her pussy.
He looked down at the spit-soaked cunt, then caught her by the chin and kissed her
long and hard while thumbing one turgid nipple. The attack was so sudden, so
unexpected, Jane did nothing but sit there for a moment. Then she found herself
kissing him back-hard, lustily, the way she had kissed boys back when she was a
teenager. She felt no shame groaning into his mouth while he began fingering her
sloppy cunt.
"Why did you come in here... why?"
"Thought I'd get some info on the power mower. Broke down. Didn't figure I'd find
you fuckin' around with the pooch. Not bad. I like that."
"You do?"
"Sure. I'm not prejudiced. That's your thing, cool. I kind of think it's a turn-on. I want
to see him fuck you. You let him do that, don't you?" Jack asked, scratching his balls
through his jeans.
He was unbuttoning his fly once again, this time for the mother. Jane swallowed hard,
feeling that finger still sticking in and out of her pussy. The moment his fat cock sprang
up inches from her face she drew her thighs together. Oh, oh, she would love to have
something like that in her cunt. But Jack wanted a show... yes, but...
"I wanna see that sucker fuck you while you blow me. You suck cock too?"
Jane eyed that fat prick wagging in front of her face. She could smell the odor of a male
in heat, the aroma that triggered her into high excitement. When she tried to touch his
cock, he caught her wrist, forcing her off the couch and down on her knees.
"Come on... what's his name?"
"Spike."
The dog wagged his tail happily at the mentioning of his name.
"Good boy, Spike, you come on down and fuck your mistress while she gives me head.
Give me good and maybe I'll fuck you after the dog does," Jack said, stepping out of his
Levi's and kicking them under the sofa.
Jane felt dazed by the suddenness of this scene. She moved around until her forehead
pressed against the front of the sofa. Her fingers curled into the soft piling of the
carpeting as the dog began sniffing around her pussy, then put his paws on her ass and
pulled himself up. Jane groaned, the furry weight of the animal pressing against her
spine. At the same time Jack cupped his hands around her face, drawing her head up
and sticking his fat prickhead against her lips.
Jane pushed out her tongue, tasting the clear fluid oozing from his piss-slit. It was that
wonderful taste of cum she remembered from her late husband! Panting, feeling Spike
hugging her and getting ready to fuck down and in, she opened her mouth all the way.
Jack slipped his prick in without hesitation, his fingertips clamping down hard just
behind her ears, the nails scratching her lightly.
"Oh yeah, yeah, baby, that's it, get down on that mother," he groaned, closing his eyes
and pumping his thighs back and forth.
Jane was glad he hadn't stuck all those fat inches of cockmeat into her mouth at once.
He was fucking her lightly at first, his balls barely touching her chin while the animal
finally found her cunt.
"Ummfmmfmfmmfff!"
Jane could feel the red tip of the dog's cock as it gouged along the seeping heat of her
pussy crack. Then it stabbed lower. In a second it was in, tunneling through her cunt
while Jack was fucking her mouth harder.
"Man, that's something else, watching the pooch fucking you," he gasped, pulling
nearly all the way out, then sliding the full length of his rod down into her throat.
Jane kept on swallowing, rolling her eyes up and looking at the stud in front of her. She
could feel that meaty prickhead sliding down, down over the top of her tongue, heading
toward her throat. In a second it was touching her tonsils. She could feel his wiry black
cock hairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. And Spike was slipping his prick into her
all the way too. He was hammering away, all that doggie cock striking her clit again
and again while his tail flashed from side to side. She crawled forward just a little bit at
the moment Jack's balls pillowed against her chin.
"Man, go for it! Suck down hard! Move that tongue around it like... uhhh, fuck, just
like that!" he groaned, his eyes cinched tight.
Jane was doing everything he begged for and more. She worked her mouth around his
cock, feeling the drool dribbling down her cheeks and chin as she sucked. Spike's furry
body was making her feel incredibly hot. She rutted again with the animal, backing
down against him, feeling all those high rubbery bumps on his cock stimulating her clit
to the sputtering level. Crying out through the cock Jane wanted to feel more cockmeat
in her pussy. Yes, she wanted Jack behind her, fucking her, reaming out her cunt with
that prick.
"Man, man, goin' for it," he panted, his fingers tightening around her skull.
Jane could taste more jizz oozing from his piss-slit. He was high, ready to shoot his wad
down her throat. At the same time she could feel Spike's body trembling above hers,
the forelegs scratching against her tits, then hugging up against her chest. Jane sucked
in a deep breath then dove down deeper, raising one hand and tickling the fuzzy
undersides of Jack's balls. That light sensation did it for him. With a wail he cut loose,
sending streamers of hot jizz splattering against the back of her throat.
Jane coughed, trying to swallow all the spunk. Jack held her firmly, his fingers still
scratching against her ears while he shot load after load down her throat. His cries were
signals for the dog to let loose. With a howl Spike jerked for ward, sending his pointy
prick down into her cunthole and shooting out wads of his doggie spunk.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Fucked at both ends, Jane thought, as she took in more and more of their cum. It was
good, so good having man and dog fucking her. Her mind whirled at the scene that was
un folding there in her living room. She was babbling now, cumming herself, jerking
her plump ass up and down as the animal kept on firing his load. Finally it was over.
Jack pulled out, smearing cockhead against her cummy lips. Spike was faster, leaping
from her poised ass and running to a corner to lick his slackening
"Oh yeah, baby, that was real good, better'n most teeny boppers I've fucked," Jack said,
rubbing his balls lovingly with one hand.
Jane thought about her daughter and was about to ask him if Francie... But no. She
would rather not know. It would spoil things, and there was so much of the evening left
for the two of them before Francie and Cindy came home.
"Let's go upstairs and get you a shower," Jack suggested, raising her from the floor.
"Then we'll get in bed and you're gonna find out what it's like to be fucked by a real
man. I just don't do lawns and sweep garages around here," Jack bragged.
"Oh, I believe that," Jane said, happily moving toward the stairs.

* * *

Across town her daughter and niece were walking into the theater just before the movie
began..
"He fucked you?" Cindy asked. Francie looked around nervously to see if anyone
overheard the comment. "Yes, now keep it quiet. Maybe he'd like to do both of us, you
know? Wouldn't that be freaky?"
Both girls giggled.
"Yeah, but what about your mother? She'd think..."
Francie made a face. "She doesn't know anything about anything," she said, finishing
her Coke and throwing away the empty container. "Let's see the picture then go home.
I'll bet we can fuck Jack tomorrow and my mom won't be the wiser. Just like the dog,
right?"
Both girls giggled, going into the theater arm-in-arm just at the moment when Jane was
being split open by the fattest, biggest cock she had ever had in her whole life!


THE END
