DOG-LOVING AUNT
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

Dina Evans ran her slender fingers through her long blonde hair. Unnerving. That was
what it was. She thought of the word, closing her eyes and letting that awful burning
itch fade somewhat between her legs. It was so hard trying to keep her mind off her
pulsing cunt.
She leaned against the rear of the wide sofa, licking her lips and staring at the yawning
fireplace in front of her. Three years. It had been three long years since a man had
touched her.
Touched? The word made her smile. Fucked! That was what she really wanted to think.
Fucked. Cock. Prickmeat squeezing up, into her pussy and driving her up the wall as
Matt used to do. But her husband was dead. And since then, Dina had tried to make a
new life without men. Now she realized just how foolish she had been. In the past six
months the woman had become more and more horny. Dina smiled again. She found
herself thinking constantly about fucking, about men, about the touch of a man's hands
on her shoulders, her tits, her cunt.
"Ohhhhh..." That burning itch! It was like a sharp electric current burning up her
thighs, making her pussylips swell open, then making her cut stand up on end and
pulse like a festering wound! Her knees were knocking together while the hot dew of
pussy juice began doffing her cunt hairs.
Men. She would have given anything to be fucking with men. But there was always the
fear she had about gossip – the lonely widow going out on the town for some strange
cock. How the neighbors would gossip if they were to see her coming home with a
man. They would have her branded as a whore in no time! Pasadena was like that.
And now she had to care for her niece. With her brother-in-law passed on and her
sister in the hospital, Francie was in her care. It would be difficult trying to meet men
while trying to raise a teenaged girl.
But how could she ignore her cunt any longer? Should she take a vacation somewhere
without her niece and go hunting for men? Hunting. It was as if she had to drag them
in by the hair to fuck her. And even at thirty-six, Dina knew that wasn't true. She was
still attractive – tall, blonde, long legs, high-riding tits. There wasn't a stretch mark on
her slender body, a body still firm because of constant exercise and sensible eating. No.
The men still turned their heads and fantasized, she guessed, about fuck ing her. But
Dina had never, never encouraged them.
"Ohhh... uhhhhhh!"
She dared to touch her tits through her blouse, feeling the sharp-nippled ends
throbbing under the light pressure. Oh, she was so aroused today! Just the rub of the
silken material against her tit tips made the tiny flubs tingle. She had to stop this. Dina
pushed sex from her mind for the moment, twisting her wrist about and glancing down
at her watch.
Ten soon, Francie would be home. Dina had told her eleven-fifteen at the latest, party
or no party. She had to be firm. She had to lay down the law flow that the girl's parents
were no longer functioning. It was frightening raising a teenager, especially one as
open-minded and liberal as Francie.
"God!" Dina gasped, feeling her cunt getting wet.
She couldn't go on like this. She'd have to go upstairs and... masturbate! Just thinking
of it, thinking of the touch of her own fingers brushing up against the golden wisps of
her cunt hairs made Dina's skin pucker up into goose flesh. She didn't particularly like
touching herself like this. But what other recourse did she have? Glancing down at her
watch once more and seeing she had enough time, Dina turned and began walking
toward the stairs. Just as she began touching the banister, a noise behind her made her
stop.
"Wh-who's there?"
Turning slowly, Dina looked with wide, frightened eyes – only to find her pet German
shepherd Sam standing there in the darkened doorway of the kitchen. She nearly
laughed, putting one hand to her lips and smiling against her will. Sam cocked his
head, sniffing the air.
"Oh, Sam, you... you startled me. Come here, boy," she said, kneeling and stretching
out her arms.
Sam pricked back his ears and trotted over to his mistress, his busy tail straight up and
wagging slightly from side to side. Dina loved touching the animal, especially now for
some reason. She bent forward, resting her chin against the top of his furred head while
rubbing her fingers through his long coat. How warm he was! She ruffled his fur
playfully, smiling more broadly as he whimpered and pushed his head against her He
was so loving.'
"Sam, such a good dog; You're a good dog, aren't you?" she cooed, holding the animal's
powerful head in both her hands.
Dina laughed as the animal twisted his head away and began licking at her wrists. She
pulled away slowly, patting him lovingly on the head.
"But Dina's going to have to go upstairs for a while. I've got some things to take care
of. I'll be down later. All right, boy?"
Dina laughed, straightening herself and starting to climb the stairs. More than once
the .woman had to stop, the rubbing of her swollen cuntlips against her clit taking her
breath away.
The itching became worse halfway to the top. Dina stopped twice, catching her breath
then continuing to the top. When she reached the second landing, Dina peered down.
There was Sam, still there resting on his haunches, his long pink tongue hanging from
one corner of his big mouth. She stared at the handsome dog and that strange thought
came over her again. She shook her head, pressing one hand against her burning
forehead. What on earth was coming over her to make her think that she and Samno!
Again Dina pushed that awful thought from her mind, rushing down the corridor to
her room.
"Ohhh, my God!"
Keeping the door opened slightly to be sure she could hear her niece coming in, Dina
turned on the small nightlight to the right of her queer sized bed. Alone. Even now, as
she thought about finger about relieving that terrible pulsing itch throbbing in her
pussy, Dina realized just how alone she was, staring at the empty bed.
"No, I won't. I won't think about it."
Wiping away a tear, Dina grabbed the coverlet and threw it back, reaching around and
unbuttoning her white cotton blouse. She would think of the good times she and Matt
had here in bed – about the way she used to touch her, kiss her, eat out her pussy
before fucking her.
"Fucking..."
Dina pronounced the word, the sound of it in the lonely big bedroom making her
shiver with delight. How she loved the sound of it now as she slipped the blouse from
her shoulders, then reached around and unhooked her bra. She felt the straps loosen
around her shoulders, felt her tits slipping from their restraining cups then finally
falling free on her chest. Dina closed her eyes again.
"Matt..." Oh, how she wished he were here again, touching her, sucking on her nipples.
Dina braced her knees against the side of the bed, her cunt burning more than ever.
"God..."
But there was no Matt any longer. Just Dina and Sam.
Sam? Again that thought! Dina shook her head, finishing taking off her clothes. There
was no mistaking the sensations she felt in the damp, hot softness between her legs.
Turning, Dina caught sight of herself in the full-length closet mirror. Even in the 
semidarkness Dina could see she was indeed a good desirable woman.
But then again thoughts of her responsibility for her niece filled her mind, thoughts of
just how impossible it was for Dina to find a man. Turning down the sheets, Dina
slipped into bed, kicking away the coverlet and letting her head sink into the large
white pillow behind her. Her right hand fluttered nervously over her pussy. She barely
touched the soft blonde cunt hairs and gasped, her belly tightening while her legs
kicked out.
She was hot. Oh, this would be a Powerful cum! She knew she would blow her brains
out with the force of her climax tonight! Dina began touching her cuntlips flow, feeling
their hot, slick flesh under her fingertips. As she spread her cuntlips apart and heard
the unsticking sound, Dina let out a long, breathless sigh.
Undulating her legs against the sheets, she thought of her late husband, of his prick, of
the way he used to fuck his tongue into her Pussy. And then suddenly she thought of
Sam, of how his soft coat might feel between her shivering legs.
Dina shook her head, jerking her hand away from her Pussy as if she had burned it.
Just at that moment Dina saw the door opening slightly. Francie! Francie was there,
watching her masturbating! Dina flushed beet red, sitting up and staring at the corridor.
But there was no one there! Dina was about to rise and find out what happened when
she saw the dog standing there at the foot of her bed.
"Sam!" Dina's heart pounded wildly, a fine sheen of perspiration coating her flesh. "Get
out!"
But there was no conviction in her voice. Even Dina, in her high state of arousal, could
hear that. What could she do? What was she thinking of? Again the woman shook her
head, biting down on her lower lip.
"No, no... it's not right."
But there she was, lying on her bed, her legs spread, her cunt burning and dripping
with juice. And standing there was Sam, that wonderful German shepherd – just
waiting to fuck her.
"No, no, fuck..."
Her mind was going fast. She could feel thehot seep of her cuntal juices more and
more. The cock-hunger inside her was making her want to fuck the dog.
The dog jumped on the bed. Dina drew back her legs, crawfishing until her spine
touched the headboard.
"Sam, off. Get off the bed!"
Dina tried to act firm, pointing in the direction of the doorway. But he just wasn't
listening! Frantic, Dina began swinging her legs over the side of the bed. That was
when Sam made his move. The dog jumped up, drool from his tongue dripping onto
her belly. Dina felt the sharp slaws of his forepaws digging into her soft flesh. She
screamed, falling back onto the bed, one leg draped over the side of the mattress.
"Sam, no, no, don't touch me! Oh, God in heaven, don't let him touch me!"
She fought to keep her voice down. The windows were open. Her neighbors were
always so nosy, especially at night. If they were to hear her screaming... the thought
made her head spin.
"No!" she gasped. "Bad boy!" Sam licked up her belly, touching the round ed bottoms
of her tits. He was heavy on top of her, his weight pressing her down onto the bed. In a
flash, Dina remembered him sniffing the air when she was downstairs. He was smelling
her pussy! He was actually smelling her the way he would be smelling one of his bitch
mistresses in the gutter! Dina shivered, raising both hands and pressing them against
the animal's furry head. Sam growled threateningly, twisting his head around and
baring those killer fangs. Dina dropped her hands immediately, feeling a shock of icy
terror grip her heart.
"Oh, Sam, Sam, don't... don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me," she whimpered.
The animal sensed her terror and licked it away, drawing his tongue up her tits and
finally sanding it over her nipples. Oh, those nipples were so thick and tumid! How
they had longed to be touched. And now Sam was doing it, touching her all over,
drawing that long, pink sloppy tongue over the tit tips. She groaned, arching her spine,
wallowing her shoulders against the pillow. She tensed her asscheeks, rubbing and
bouncing them against the bed.
And now he was licking her chin, drawing his tongue over the side of her face, then
drawing it back down. His tongue was so hot, so very hot and wet. But there was a
gentleness about it as well. Dina loved that gentleness, that tingling touch. Raising her
arms again, the woman caressed his head, rubbing her fingertips between his ears while
guiding him up and down. Oh, how quickly she had overcome that early reluctance He
was touching her all over, and how Dina had hungered for a touch like that!
"Sam, oh Sam, that's wonderful!"
She hooked one leg up over his back, rubbing her toes up against his furred haunches.
That touch! The tingly touch of that fur touching all those sensitive spots between her
toes made the woman gasp again. Arching her spin, Dina pressed her head more firmly
into the pillow. How wonderful, how incredibly marvelous having the animal licking
her body.
"Uh, Sam, Sam!"
She closed her eyes, curling her fingers now and letting the nails bite into her palms.
Sam was moving down at this point, letting his long pink Sloppy tongue wet down her
belly. Dina knew what he was going to do, and that thought nearly made her faint with
excitement. Licking. He was going to lick her pussy. She stretched her legs apart so
widely her heels dropped off the edges of the bed. She felt spread open, peeled apart for
the cunt-hungry dog's mouth.
"Uhhhhhh... oh Sam, Sam, do it to me, do it to me!"
He was nuzzling his black nose between her pussylips, lapping up at her. The dog was
actually toying with her, touching the area around her pussy but not licking into her
cunt yet. She jerked up, staring heavy-lidded at the big dog. She dug her heels against
the side of the bed, feeling his tongue drawing up now from her asscrack to her cunt.
It couldn't be happening. But oh yes, yes, yes, she was doing it, actually letting the
beast lick her pussy! Only Matt bad done that, just before fucking her.
Dina jerked her knees up several inches, then let them fall back to the bed. She spread
her arms out wide, digging the nails into the sheets. The dog was going wild, lapping
that tongue all over her body, then slowly drawing it over her cuntal hairs. Dina loved
that sensation! She liked feeling her pussy hairs slicked down with that spit, the touch
of the animal's tongue over her goosefleshed cuntal mound. Squirming against the
mattress, she knew the dog was happy as well. He was making muffled little grunts,
sniffing around her pussy, then nuzzling his black snout between her cuntlips tenderly.
It was almost like having her husband back again! Dina shuddered at that thought, half
expecting the ceiling to come crashing down onto her. But nothing happened. All that
was happening was that Sam was touching her so lovingly, so gently with that maw,
and she was letting him do it!
"Sam, oh Sam!"
Each lap was bringing more and more hot, sticky juice from her pussy, slicking down
her thighs. Dina cried out, her forehead wrinkling while a pulse leaped at her throat.
"Uhhhh... oh Sam, Sam, please, oh God, touch me all over! Oh yes, yes, do it, do it, do
it to me, doggie, lick me!"
Dina squirmed madly in the bed, her fists pounding the pillow behind her as a
consuming fever singed her clit. Sam had found that tiny bud and was concentrating on
it. Dina felt his
paws digging into her inner thighs while he dipped his head up and down, lapping into
her pussy, drawing up more and more of those cunt juices until she was going wild.
"Uhhhh... oh Sam, Sam, Sam!"
It was insane. How could she be acting like this, opening herself to the dog, pressing
her knees as she was doing now against his sides and feeling nothing but uninhibited
pleasure? Dina shook the guilty thoughts from her mind, feeling his hot breath tickling
over her cuntal curls as he drenched her cunt again and again.
Dina jerked, snapping up, then relaxing as the dog fucked his tongue into the swollen
cuntmeat and swirled it around.
"Uhhh, good doggie, good... oh wow, wow! Touch me there!"
Dina couldn't believe she was telling the dog just how to eat her pussy. But suddenly all
the feelings, all the sensations she had had when Matt had licked her cunt came back in
a powerful rush. She was twisting up against the German shepherd's maw, feeding him
her pussy.
"Uhhh... oh, oh, ohhhh, doggie, ohhhh!"
Dina reached down to her belly, feeling Sam's tongue stretching up to meet her fingers.
He was licking at her hand, wetting down her palms. The hunger in her body forced
out all thoughts except those of her and the dog. He was licking down her arm, then
moving back to her pussy.
"Uhh... uhhhhf"
Dina snapped her head from left to right, Strands of her blonde hair clinging to the
corners of her mouth. At times the woman let out long, low sighs of delight while
arching her back and pressing her thighs against the dog's furry sides.
How deliciously good it was having something there, something eating her out, licking
its tongue into her pussy while her cut throbbed and beat wildly in time with her heart.
She called out his name again and again in soft whispers, still dreading the thought of
her neighbors picking up any of her cries. How that pink tongue drove up and down
her cuntal crack! It was shameless! Shameless! The woman inched her knees back,
panting harder than ever. Sam backed away, watching her, staring at her as she opened
herself into a fucking Position. Could she actually do it? Could she actually let the
animal fuck her?
Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth, running down her cheeks. She gasped and
babbled to the dog, touching him at times, then touching herself while jerking her taut
ass around. More than once she brought her feet together at his head, rubbing her toes
over his fur, then bringing down her legs once again.
"Oh, Sam, Sammmmmmmmm!" Covering her mouth, Dina nearly laughed at the
sound of her voice.
Dina jerked her ass up, twisting it to the side so she could feel the touch of his fangs
against her pussylips. It was devastating! She arched her back to give him her cut once
more.
"Fuck it, fuck it! Oh God, God in heaven, fuck it out!"
Dina could hardly speak. It was the best, most lovely sensation she had ever had in her
whole life! She kicked out her leg, hooking it around the animal once more while
rubbing the other one against his side. Doggie-spit was running down into her asscrack.
She knew she was reaching the point of no return. She knew she would have to decide
whether to let Sam fuck her or not. And Sam's tongue seemed to be all over her. She
could feel her cuntal walls spasming now. Dina could feel the pussy muscles convulsing,
trying to grab onto that tongue teasing her.
"Ohhhhhh!"
He was licking her along the tense, rubbery edge of her pussy now. Dina shuddered,
kicking both feet high in the air, curling her toes until they cramped. She felt the big
muscles in her thighs and ass tensing. She was going to cum, and there was nothing
inside her pussy. Yes, that was important. She had to have something inside her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck me, doggie, fuck me Sammy, fuck me!"
Dina chanted the command like a prayer, her mind spinning around and around. She
pitched on the bed, bucking her cunt against the dog's tongue as it stiffened and fucked
down deep into her cunt. She could cum this way. Oh yes, she had cum that way many
times with Matt. But this was different. Too many years had passed without her having
had a prick in her. And now... now there was Sam, wonderful, cunt licking Sam who
could accommodate her.
"Sammy..."
But he seemed confused the moment Dina spread her legs. Of course! She smiled
weakly, knowing that the dog wasn't used to fucking in the missionary position.
Straightening her legs, turning around, Dina soon found herself on her hands and
knees. Her tits brushed up against the bed while she felt the pussy juices running down
her thighs. Yes, yes, she was doing it, letting the dog lick her ass this way, bobbing her
ass around and around, hoping be would finally climb on top of her. Mount her. Yes,
that was the right word for this, mounting. He would mount her and hold her and fuck
her as he had fucked his bitches in the street gutters many times.
The big German shepherd gave a few more tentative licks before placing his right
forepaw tentatively on her hips. Dina shivered, feeling his claws drawing down her
rounded asscheeks. He was testing his position, leaning onto her, lapping at her
asscheeks once more. Her spine curved downward, her tit tips barely brushing the bed
while Dina spread her legs. Her hair curtaining her face, the woman wagged her ass,
breathing so heavily through her nose that her nostrils burned. Cunt juice was seeping
from her cunthole and oozing down the backs of her thighs. She could hardly breathe.
How tight her chest was! And how hard her heart was pounding!
Dina pranced her ass in tight little circles, encouraging the dog. He was going to do it!
Dina jerked her head up, shaking the hair from her eyes and staring at the headboard.
Dropping her head again, she felt Sam slowly crawling onto her back. He was careful.
She could tell that. His paws scraped along her back, then slowly began wrapping
around her sides as his furred underbelly slipped over the tops of her asscheeks.
"Uhhhhh, oh doggie, do it, do it, fuck me, fuck me good!"
Dina couldn't believe she was begging the animal to fuck her. She flushed beet red then
blanched the moment she felt his prickmeat brushing up against her cunt.
"There, Sammy, oh yes, doggie, there, do it, do it there!"
Her voice was barely a whisper now, broken by the excitement she felt scorching
through her veins. The thought that it was SO degrading acted as a kind of Spice to
what was happening to her. Dina jerked her head around and around, feeling the sweep
of her long hair over her whitened knuckles. His weight was pressing her down now.
Dina straighten her elbows, pushing back up, grunting with the effort. Sam's short fur
was like a blanket on this summer day. She began perspiring more heavily than before,
sweat trickling down her tits and leaving long wet streaks. Dina moaned again, pushing
back, feeling the dog moving slowly, steadily, onto her back. In a moment she could
feel his forelegs against her tits. He was on top of her completely now, his hindquarters
prancing nervously behind her.
Dina shuddered. Fucking. That was the only thing that mattered... And when she felt
his knobby boner rubbing up against her cunt, Dina could only think of one thing – of
having Sam's prick fucking into her pussy.
"Oh, Sammy, do it, do it, doggie, fuck me all the way, Sam!"
She talked to the dog the way she had talked to her late husband – brokenly, begging
for a fuck, feeling she would die if he didn't stick his cock into her pussy!
There were four tentative cock-jabs. Each time, Dina braced herself, unsure of what she
would feel the moment Sam fucked her. Then she felt his forelegs tightening around
her chest, nearly squeezing all the air from her lungs.
He was stabbing the point end of his cock flow against her cuntlips. Dina tensed her
thighs and ass, pushing herself up and tilting her ass to one side. Sam held still,
tightening his while Dina did all the movement
There! Oh God, there, there, there! He was fucking her, sliding his prick past her tight
inner cuntlips and into her cunthole The pussy muscles spasm hard, it was all Dina
could could to keep kneeling, keep her ass up as the animal took over flow and fucked
his cockmeat all the way in.
Shivers raced up and down her spine as Sam fucked in. Good hard fucking. That was
what she had been thinking of all day. And flow she was getting it, crouch in this
position, the animal Wrapped around her like a vine around a tree. Dina laughed at the
image, her laughter quickly turning into a groan as Sam was fucking her hard and fast.
He was jerking his body in and out, stabbing her again and again with his fucker while
his small fuzzy balls slapped up against her groin.
Dina sobbed, her head snapping from side to side while her hair whipped across her
face. She blinked away more perspiration backing up, letting the big animal fuck her.
Wild fucking. How she loved it. And flow she was going to cum. Dina could feel the
whirling of sexual hunger growing and growing until  she thought it would swallow
her.
"Ahhhh, oh now, Sam, oh now, cum with me!"
Dina lowered her head, her body shaking and shuddering with each fuck-thrust. Sam
had nestled his head between her jutting shoulder blades, his tongue banging out and
lick-up against her neck. Dina couldn't hold I back any longer.
"Fuck it, fu-uhh-uhhhh!"
She exploded with the violence of a volcano, eyes rounding and glazing over quickly as
power of her orgasm swept them both. Sam growled, shoving his body down and
forward while he began nipping the back of her neck. In a moment Dina could feel the
steady hot squirting of his cum-load into her pussy.
"Oh yes, yes, Sammy, oh, do it, fuck me, fuck me good!"
There were brilliant flashes in front of her. Dina thought she would surely lose her
mind in power of her orgasm. Jumping, nearly toss mg the dog off her back, the
woman let him finish his fuck. Oh, how good that aching, itchy release was!
And then it was over. Opening her eyes, pushing the loose hair from her eyes, Din
found herself sprawled on the bed, one le draped over the edge of the mattress. Raisin
her head just a bit, she caught sight of Sam He s curled near the door, his head bobbin
up and down while he licked his cock and balls.
"Ohhh, Sammy," she moaned.
Dina stretched out on the bed, lightly brushing her fingertips over her tits, then
drawing them down to her pussy. Dina shuddered. She could feel the dog's spit on her
cunt hairs And oozing from her pussy slit... no, she wasn't going to think about it. She
would surely lose her mind wondering why on earth she had let herself do this. A dog!
She had fucked a dog and she had liked it! Dina frowned at herself. She was a mature
woman. She could do as she pleased, as long as she hurt on one. Certainly her niece
Francie wouldn't be touched by this.
Dina slowly slipped her legs from the bed, standing up a little shakily. She needed a
drink. Certainly, she would need something to regain some control of her emotions. If
Francie came in now, she'd guess something had happened. Reaching up, Dina took the
blue nightgown from the back of the chair and draped it over her shoulders. The cool,
silken material felt good against her flesh. Tying the belt tightly around her waist, she
stepped over the still licking dog.
"Silly dog. Come on. I've got a reward for you," she said.
Sam pricked up his ears, scrambling to his feet as Dina stepped into the hall.
"Thatta boy, Sammy, come on and follow me downstairs," Dina said. Once or twice she
felt him nibbling at her ankles. "Now, you've got to leave me alone. Francie's going to
be home soon."
Reaching the kitchen, Dina pulled out the tray of raw hamburger she had been thawing
for tomorrow's meatloaf. She would buy more tomorrow. Scooping the meat into his
yellow dinner bowl, Dina stepped back, folding her hands across one another and
watching as the hungry dog devoured the beef. Dina shivered, listening to his chops
click against one another. They had been nibbling away at her pussy earlier.
Dina turned from the eating animal, walking back into the living room. Dina leaned
against the sofa, checking her watch. Yes, Francie would be coming home soon. There
was no time for the dog and her to try anything else.
"Sam."
He was back in the living room now, his tongue smacking the remains of the beef from
around his maw. Dina checked her gown, the drifted to the bar and poured herself a
huge vodka and tonic on the rocks. Hoisting the glass to her lips, she stared at the big
animal through the tumbler. He was squatting there obedienly, head cocked to the side
as if waiting for some order. She knew what he wanted and nearly choked on the drink
with that thought.
"You horny dog."
How many times could a dog fuck? Her pussy filled with the warm glow of sexual
excitement once again. Right or wrong, he had been wonderful to her.
She took the drink to the side chair and sat on the edge, fingering her hair while Sam
looked affectionately at each movement she made. It had been less than fifteen minutes.
And already Dina felt herself longing to feel her cunt fucked again. She knew she was
treading on thin ice. People just didn't go around letting dogs fuck them.
She took another drink, feeling the warming glow spread to her tits and cunt. She was
starting to perspire a little now. Perhaps she needed a man. A real man, now that she
had broken the ice and let a dog fuck her. Yes, that was it. Of course, she could get a
man easily by telling the next man who eyed her that she wasn't above fucking, that she
even had a dog who...
Dina's laugh scared Sam. He jumped to his feet and began barking.
"Come here, boy, nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking to myself." Dina stretched out one
band, patting her thighs.
There was still time for Sam to touch her a little bit. She checked her watch again while
the big animal hunkered over to her. Somehow the belt had loosened around her blue
gown. How had that happened? Dina took another drink, putting the tumbler down
carefully on the end table.
She leaned back in the chair, her legs spreading, her gown falling completely open. She
was a little drunk. It felt nice. And what was so marvelous was the dog – that wondeful
dog – was wedged there between her legs, licking her cunt once again. She wondered if
he could taste his own cum.
Sam softly licked her thighs, then moved to her cunt. Her raw pussy folds were tender
to the touch. But Sam's tongue hurt good. She scooted down a bit, opening her knees a
bi more. She breathed hard, feeling his licking tongue parting her feather-soft cuntlips.
Dina could smell herself – that sexy, musk odor of her aroused cunt. She whimpered as
the tension built again. Sam was doing this to her Wonderful, wonderful Sam. Dina
took another sip of the drink, smiling, feeling her breath quicken. She didn't have to
move a muscle. Sam took care of it all for, her.
"Ohhhh, you wonderful, naughty dog!"


Chapter 3

"Come on, Francie. I'm not gonna do anything to you."
"No, get away, Craig. You're hurting me."
Francie squirmed from the tall blond athlete's grip, scooting across the seat and
pressing her taut little ass against the armrest of his father's car. She was staring angrily
at the boy, pulling her blouse back up around her tits. Craig had been fast, pulling and
groping all around after they had been necking heavily. It was only when she felt his
fingers sneaking around the legband of her panties that she had panicked.
"Sorry, Francie, but you turn me on," he said sullenly.
Francie was glad it was dark outside. He couldn't see the smile curling her lips i It was
nice to have the captain of the basketball team tell her that. She had felt so ill-at-ease
lately, especially after having come to live with her Aunt Dina. There were new kids at
school, new teachers, new rules at home. At times, Francie felt she just didn't fit. And
now Craig was telling her something different.
He made a play for her again. Francie shrank back again, but this time feeling less
afraid than usual. Should she let him do something? She was a good girl. Good girls
weren't supposed to let guys touch them that way. But he was making her so hot! Each
time he kissed her she squirmed her hot little ass against the cool leather front seat,
feeling the nylon crotch panel snuggling up against her oozing cunt. That rubbing
sensation was driving her wild. More than once, Francie found herself moaning into
Craig's mouth, giving him her tongue. She could understand why he was getting odd
sorts of signals from her. It was just that... she was afraid!
"Craig, maybe we'd better go home. I feel bad about this in the first place. I mean, I
told my aunt we were going to the movies and here I am with you alone.
Francie looked around through the steamed windows. There were a few other cars
parked nearby in the lovers' lane. Thank goodness the police didn't patrol up here as
frequently as they used to. Her aunt would absolutely freak if she heard what she was
doing with a boy! Aunt Dina was so cold, so sexless!
"Come on. I promise. I really do, cross my heart," Craig said, making an X across his
chest.
Francie grinned, feeling a little daring and very, very excited.
"Tell you what. I've got something here tucked under my seat. I was gonna save it for a
surprise... later
Francie wasn't sure she liked the implications of "later," whatever he meant by that.
"But here it is. Come on, it's primo. I took it from my father's den. He only buys the
best. I've got glasses, too."
Bourbon. And an expensive brand as well. She watched as Craig opened the bottle, then
poured the amber fluid into the plastic tumblers. Francie knew she should take it easy.
Bourbon certainly wasn't going to solve her problem. But Craig appeared in no mood
to take her home just yet. Maybe appeasing him a little would do, the trick. She put the
glass to her lips and swallowed, nearly coughing it up. How it burned!
"Like it?"
"Yes," she said, lying a little.
"I dig you. Really dig you. You know I've been watching you all the time at school."
"Really?"
Francie took another sip, then another, not realizing that Craig was refilling her glass
again and again. She was feeling a little high when he took the glass from her and put it
on the dashboard.
"What are you doing?"
Francie giggled, putting one hand to her mouth as she watched the handsome athlete
fiddling with something under the dashboard. She looked around, noticing some of the
cars nearby bouncing regularly. Francie blushed furiously. She knew what those kids,
were doing. Fucking.
Fucking their brains out. She thought something like that would be fun. But then
again, there would be pain and blood and.
"Oh!"
The seat flopped back, suddenly converting into a bed. Francie stared up at Craig as he
screwed the top back onto the bottle and tucked it under his seat.
"Craig, you stop this! You take me right back home. Craig!"
But he wasn't listening to her. He was holding her down now, raising her skirt above
her knees while gripping her legs with both hands. Soon it was impossible for Francie
to move at all.
"No, Craig. I don't want it. Please, don't make me do this."
But he wasn't talking anymore. All she could hear was his heavy, drunken panting. And
then... and then Francie realized it was her panting as well that she heard. Yes, she was
gasping for breath, growing hotter and hotter as he began inching her skirt up.
He slipped her sandals off, letting them thud to the floor. She groaned, feeling him
sucking two toes now, lapping them wetly with his tongue. And the bottom of her foot
was tickling. Weakly, she tried to kick him away.
But her knees bumped against the steering wheel. It was so hot, so very hot in here.
Craig had both her feet. Now he was kissing her up the back of one calf licking her like
a dog.
Francie had never dreamed someone would do something like this to her.
"Oh yeah, Francie, you're something. I've I thought about doing this to you for a long
time."
"Craig, this is crazy, it's... it's just crazy," Francie gasped.
Crazy or not, Craig was going wild with her. He pulled another lever and his seat
flopped down, converting the seats into a giant-sized bed. Francie panicked. He was
going to fuck her – drill his cockmeat into her pussy, make her cum her brains out. She
had heard that expression time and time again from some of her new girlfriends at
school.
Patty Dugan, for one, kept telling her how great it was getting fucked. Patty was such a
fast girl, telling Francie she should toss away all those old-fashioned ideas about being a
virgin. Well, she would have something to tell Patty in the morning – if she lived
through this night with Craig!
"Uhhhhh, no, no, no!"
He was turning her over until she was resting on her tummy. How had she gotten
there? She could smell the warm leather while her tits pillowed between her chest and
the seat. She felt his hands pushing her short, black skirt up, hooking over the elastic
waistband of her blue panties. Francie dug her knees into the leather as she felt the
silken material sliding over her thighs. No, no, she didn't want him to touch her, to...to
fuck her.
"Craig, listen to me!"
No one was listening. He pulled, making the girl gasp as the sheer nylon skinned down
over her plump, taut asscheeks. She made a quick lunge, drawing one hand back to
grab at her briefs. But Craig was far too fast for her. In a moment she felt her panties
slipping around her ankles, her toes, gone! She was naked, stark naked in front of this
boy's eyes. She had never gone naked before a guy.
"No, don't. Oh, Craig, please, give me back my panties! Stop!"
Francie blushed, realizing how foolish her plea sounded. She lunged at the offending
hand now massaging her ass. It was embarrassing, having the boy's hands touching her
immodestly in places where only her hands had been.
"Oh, nice body," Craig crooned, bending. down and kissing her ass.
Francie jerked at the touch of his lips against her asscheeks. She felt so freaky, so weird
and spaced with all the liquor going through her and with Craig touching her like that.
"Come on, Francie, loosen up. We're gonna have a good hot time."
"Wait, don't..."
But Craig was already down between her thighs, licking all around her pussy. Francie
closed her eyes, curling her fingers until the nails bit into her sweat-damp palms. It was
making her feel so good. A guy was putting his mouth against her cunt. And she was
loving it. She was actually loving it. Her mother had never really told her about things
like that. although she had heard some of the girls at school whispering about it.
"Uhhhhh, no, Craig, this isn't right. It just isn't right."
But how could she believe that, when his tongue was making her feel so wonderful?
The smooth, slick rub of Craig's lips as they forced her cuntlips apart was a furious new
sensation. She backed herself into his face, lifting her hips just a little to give him better
leverage. His fingers were still curling around her thighs, forcing them a little farther
apart so he could lick down into her pussy.
"Nooooo!"
How many were watching their car now bouncing up and down? She knew she just
didn't have the will, the strength to stop him from doing anything to her. She liked it,
really liked having him sucking on her pussy. He had her spread there, helpless on the
seat.
Her tits heaved as he moved his head from side to side. He was burrowing deeper
between her outer cuntlips. She could feel the juices flowing from her pussy, wetting
down his chin. He was smacking, licking and lapping at her pussy. Never, never would
she have believed Craig capable of doing something this weird. But he certainly
surprised her, spreading her like this, eating into her cunt. She loved the tickling of his
kisses – long, sweeping licks of his tongue that were followed by sucking sensations
from his lips.
Francie went crazy. And then he was licking deep into her cunt, searching for hotter
places. She felt him rimming her cuntal mouth with the tip of his tongue. She stiffened
in embarrassed fright. But again the thrill washed over her.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing?"
His hands were around her waist once again, turning her onto her back once more. He
was holding her cuntlips apart with his long finger dropping his head down into her
crotch and lapping her pussy again.
Francie stretched her arms back, curling her i fingers around the back of the seat and
hunching up into his face. She was feeding him her cunt as he scoured the steamy
hollows and bumps of her pussy with his tongue. His strong fingers were spreading her
knees farther apart.
Without thinking about it, Francie started moving her hips. It was a fucking movement,
a motion she didn't even think about. Craig pulled back and watched her jerking her
thighs up and down in that steady undulating way. He smiled, knowing she was ready
for anything now.
"Oh, no, don't do this to me, Craig! Please, don't do it!"
She was begging him. But how could she resist? How could she stop him from doing
anything terrible? He could fuck her and she going to let him fuck her and get her
pregnant or something. Fucking. Fucking. How delicious that thought was now. There
was no terror, no fright and embarrassment.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
Francie dug at his head, tossing her body around. She could feel the fine silken hairs
tangling around her neck and ears. Oh, that tongue, that tongue and what it was doing
to her! And now his hands were pushing her blouse up, moving around under the cups
of her bra, pulling her halter to one side. Her tits! He was pinching her tits, rolling the
nipples around and around and pinching them while still eating her cunt. The
combination of being eaten and being rubbed up that way was devastating. Francie dug
her fingers into his hair.
"Stop... please stop!"
She caught her breath. Craig yanked her blouse and bra off. Her arms were weak, flop
ping over her head as he pulled the things off. Catching her face in his hands, he kissed
her wildly, making her feel floods of hot juice escaping from her pussy. Craig reached
down, running one finger gingerly along her fur-edged pussylips. Francie had closed her
legs somewhat. But that touch, that wonderful, light touch made her open her legs once
more. He rolled a thumb back until it was touching her clit.
Francie was moaning, begging him with lusty little grunts to do things to her. She was
turning into something she wasn't very proud of.
"You're a hot little thing, aren't you?"
Francie lowered her eyes, feeling her cheeks burning both with lust and shame.
"You want to get eaten again?"
Francie didn't raise her eyes, feeling her silence was enough consent.
"I kinda thought so."
Craig pushed her back down onto the seat. Her breathing was all shallow and out of
control. He was touching her firm little ass, running his tongue between her asshole
and cunt, at times touching the wrinkled gray-pink flesh of her shitter. It was then
when Francie tried squirming away. But Craig only laughed at her, holding her down
against the seat and leaving her asshole alone for the moment. He opened his mouth
widely now, letting his teeth scrape tantalizingly along her pussylips, and then finally
her clit. Francie hunched back into his mouth, her feet flat against the seat while she
felt his tongue fucking her cunt.
She threw her head back and groaned. And now, oh yes, his tongue was fucking harder
into her cunt. It was slick and hard, pointed like a prick. When he touched her cherry
with it, Francie jerked, tucking her ass back. Craig pulled his head up and stared at her
with rounded eyes.
"You're a virgin!"
Francie stared back at him, feeling as if she'd done something wrong.
"Yes. I... I never let a guy do things to me... like this before."
Craig laughed, shaking his head from side to side. Francie felt something like anger
rising in her. What did he think she was? Some country bumpkin?
"No, baby, that's wonderful. I think it's great. There aren't many of your type around.
And that's style, Francie, that's real style."
He kissed her hard and passionately once more, humping her. She could feel something
very hot and hard rubbing up against her cunt, and she knew that was his prick! But
now the girl didn't care. She was high on booze, high on her own sexuality. And he was
telling her what a wonderful girl she had been up to now. It was time. It was time for
her to let loose of her innocence, Francie felt.
She cried out again, rolling her hips with a wild new freedom. He was licking hungrily
at her clit again, constantly keeping his tongue in touch with that sex spindle. Francie
knew he was trying to get her super high, so high, pen he would slip his prick into her
without her even protesting a bit. No. That wasn't going to happen. Francie wasn't
about to let him pop her cherry.
"Ohhhh,no, no, no!"
She was fucking his mouth, jerking her body around and fucking her cunt up into his
mouth It was unbelievable how that tiny tickle was building up in her. Francie let her
head hang back over the seat. She jerked and thrashed, feeling his fingers digging
around her pussy. She; felt the suction of her pussy as it tried nursing the fingers in her
cunt. Francie had no contro1 anymore.
She was cumming with a wild fury. The hot, itchy thrills exploded in her pussy. Eyes
wide, nostrils flaring, Francie felt her knees snapping tightly around Craig's head as she
arched her spine. Again and again the stinging waves of climax smacked her.
"Uhhhhhh... ooooooohhhhhh!" It was wild, wonderful. Francie wanted more. She felti
each explosion doing more and more to her. "Ohhhhhh, Craig!"
Francie didn't even remember the last of it. It was just a wonderful paradise that finally
leaked away. Oh, how good it was. She was on her back, legs spread, twitching,
enjoying the first big cum of her young life.


Chapter 4

Francie groaned, pushing her fingers through her blonde hair. Never, never in her life
had the teenager dreamed she could have something that Powerful, that mind-blasting
happen to her. The girl smiled, feeling so happy. And then she felt something terribly
sticky and hot sliding up and down her cuntal crack. It was gouging against her pussy,
trying to get... trying to get in!
"Craig, stop it!"
He was going to fuck her! The girl struggled, wouldn't be any more nice moves.
Perhaps he would rape her, take her by force and...
"Take me home now... please, Craig. It's getting late and I don't want my aunt asking
all kinds of questions and..."
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it. I'm not gonna rape you or nothing. Let's go."
He sounded a little put off at first. But on the way home as Francie was searching for
her panties – she couldn't find them and was too embarrassed to ask for them – she
caught a sly smile that made her shiver. He wanted her, wanted her badly again and
would probably really fuck her the next time. Just that thought sent shivers racing up
and down her spine.
She felt absolutely naked in that short, short skirt and no panties. Craig probably knew
about it. He was probably hiding them someplace, waiting for her to say something so
he could embarrass her or something. No. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But
how her hot little cunt was pressing down against the car seat, wetting it with her pussy
juices. Craig had gotten her so hot-twice! It was unreal. The image of him fucking his
prick into her stuck as they swerved around one corner and parked in front of her house.
"How about tomorrow?" Craig asked.
Francie got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. "Call me tomorrow. I have to
find out if my aunt will let me go."
Francie looked at the large two-story house, shielded from the weather by several large
oak trees. It was like a prison, she felt.
"Okay, you got it. Don't forget, I'll call, and you can bet on it."
Francie stood there, watching Craig's red tail lights swerve around the corner and fade
with others along Colorado Boulevard. She was so darned happy, and feeling so high.
Of course, some of that was because of the bourbon, some thing she hoped her aunt
wouldn't detect as she walked into the house.
"Aunt Dina?"
Francie closed the door quietly, turning the latch. Her aunt had left the living room
light on, but there was no one around. Francie sighed with relief, strolling to the stairs
and feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another. She had cleaned herself up
as best she could. But there was still some cum oozing from her cunt slit, smearing over
her pussylips. Even though Craig hadn't fucked her, he certainly had worked her up
tremendously!
Francie stopped midway on the stairs, her fingers tightening around the banister. A
shudder of delight raced through her, stabbing into her cunt, taking her breath away.
How Craig knew all the right places to touch with his mouth! Francie wondered how
many girls he had fucked!
"Fucked..." Francie pronounced the word, and was surprised to find it didn't make her
so nervous. She liked saying it, in fact.
She was so tired, so very, very exhausted. Craig had given her quite a workout. Francie
passed her aunt's bedroom. Good. There was no light coming from under the locked
door. Thank goodness... Her aunt must have become tired and retired early. At least
she didn't have the inquisition she was used to enduring after the few dates she had.
Francie walked into her room, wondering if she had the strength for a shower. No. She
would lie here in bed stark naked, thinking about Craig, about the way he had touched
her and the way he had made her cum twice!
"Cock. Fuck. Oh, it's all so unreal," Francie gasped.
She stripped, laying her clothes carefully across the back of one chair. Padding to the
bed, the young teenager draped herself over it with a long sigh. Rolling onto her ass,
Francie drew her fingertips lightly over her flesh. She shivered, feeling her skin respond
by tightening.
It was almost as if Craig were here. Francie giggled, trailing her fingers over her tits,
then down to her cunt. She felt the blonde fuzz tick ling the sensitive spots between her
fingers. Cum. Cum. She would cum again. Yes, she would finger-fuck herself and make
her cunt throb as anxiously as it had when Craig had tongued her pussy.
A shock cut through her thighs when she touched the tiny bead of her cit. She sucked
in a shuddering breath, licking her bottom lip. Francie felt suddenly very daring, doing
this in the house, so close to her sleeping aunt.
"Ummmm, oh, Craig... oh yes, yes," Francie moaned.
She jerked her knees up, letting them fall slowly back to the mattress as she began
twisting her fingers around and around inside her cunt. When she touched her cherry,
the girl backed off, feeling her ass tuck back in fear. Francie laughed. Her body was
even afraid of her as she tweaked her clit and finger-fucked herself faster and faster. She
was feeling so very dreamy and warm.
"Uhhhhh... fuck, fuck me," Francie moaned, careful to make certain she wasn't talking
very loudly. Her aunt would go wild if she were to come in and find her squirming
around on the bed like this.
Francie was so involved in her finger-fucking she didn't realize she wasn't alone in the
room.
Francie continued undulating her legs against the mattress, gasping for joy, fucking
herself... until she felt something bump against the bed.
"Oh!" She stopped immediately, opening her eyes.
She raised herself partially up from the bed. She half expected to find her aunt standing
there wearing a disapproving smile. But no. There was no one around. What on earth
had happened? Had she imagined the bump? Francie was about to shrug it off when
she felt something warm and furry brushing over her right foot. Jerking her legs back,
the young girl sat bolt upright and peered down into the darkness.
It was Sam, sitting there, head turned to one side, his tongue hanging out from one
corner of his mouth. Francie let out a sigh of relief, barely suppressing a giggle.
"Sammy. What are you doing here? Go on, get out, get out of here."
The dog remained, moving closer, sniffing the air between them. Francie quickly
understood what was turning on the dog. She blushed furiously, moving backward
while wagging a finger in his face.
"No, you don't... get out of here, Sammy. I'm not going to say that again. I... oh!"
The big German shepherd wasn't listening to her. Instead, he placed both paws on the
edge of her mattress, staring hotly at her. Francie drew back again, her spine pressing
up against the headboard. She held her breath. What was he going to do? She trembled
at the thought that he was going to touch her somehow. She saw the same look in
Sam's eyes that she'd seen in Craig's. Male animals. They were all male animals after
one thing.
Sam sniffed the air again, then jumped onto the bed, his sturdy legs trembling slightly
with excitement. Francie looked around for some path of escape, feeling her heart
pounding while her chest tightened terribly. Sam was blocking her escape path. There
was a terrible low growl in his throat, a sound that made Francie fear for her safety.
"Sammy, no! Leave me alone, Sammy."
There was no firmness in her voice! A Francie could do was sit there and feel he falling
to pieces. The dog advanced, his tons hanging out even more. The girl could feel breath
pumping against her thighs. He smelling her, smelling her young virgin cunt and the
cum still around it.
He touched her, his tongue brushing over right inner thigh. The muscle tensed, ridging
flesh. Sam moved forward, touching her be with his maw. Francie had sat there like a
stolen statue, vowing not to make a move. Mal when Sam saw she wasn't responding be
would leave her alone. No. He was growing more ai more bold. In a moment he'd be
touching he cunt. Francie jerked back, slapping the dogh4 across the head. Swinging
both legs over hi back, the young girl slid quickly off t4 mattress.
"No, I won't, I... owwwwww!" In her haste Francie banged her knee again the dresser.
She bounced back, her arms stretched out to either side of her body. She lost her
balance in the blackness of her bedroom. Several knickknacks tumbled from the
dresser. What was worse, Sam was behind her. She heard him jumping off the bed,
snarling at her for having struck at him.
"Oh, no, no!"
Francie was whimpering, still too terrified to raise her voice. What could she tell her
aunt if she were awakened by the scuffle? Somehow Francie managed to regain some
sense of direction and began running for the doorway. Sam was quicker, however,
lowering his head and nipping at the fleeing girl's ankles.
"Nooooo!" She felt his teeth closing down on her flesh. He was biting her – not hard,
but enough to let her know just who was boss. "Uhhhhhh!"
Francie clapped her hand over her mouth, fighting down the desire to scream. He was
touching her with that mouth of his, biting her, trying to bring her down like some
prized bitch.
Francie felt herself falling backward. She jerked her arms behind her, trying to break
her fall. Her back struck the edge of the mattress While her legs shot out in either
direction. In a moment Francie was flat on her ass, leaning heavily against the bed. Sam
lost no time, growling, licking her thighs.
 "Noooo, Sammy!"
But this time the girl was smart enough not to touch e dog. She lay there helpless,
sucking in ragged breaths at the touch of his tongue She was whimpering again,
quivering with fear and... and expectation. There was something in her that was
enjoying this.
Francie looked at the door again, reached over and closing it quietly. She just couldn't
having her aunt wake up and hear her moaning. Moaning? Yes, that was what she was
doing. The time for fighting was over. Her fall knocked something out of her. She was
on the floor now, spread wide open for the dog, him touch her. Maybe it was what
Craig had done to her. Maybe it was all the fingering around her cunt that had turned
her on. Francie didn't know. All she knew was that the dog, tongue was feeling so good
against her tender cunt. She wanted more of it, just as she had wanted more of her
boyfriend's mouth after sle had become aroused.
Francie slipped down until she was flat on the floor, her arms stretched straight out
from he body. She could feel Sam sniffing around hre cuntal thatch, then finally
drawing that wide sloppy tongue over her pussy. It was as if some one had touched her
cunt with a live electric wire. Francie's mouth opened, nothing but a rush of air
escaping over her front teeth. Her eyes rounded while her nostrils flared and quivered.
An odd kind of tightness gripped her heart as the animal began licking her pussy in
earnest.
"Uh-uh-uhhhhhhhh!"
She couldn't believe it! Oh, that sensation he was drawing from her with his maw! The
tickling rub of his tongue around her pussy and thighs was excruciating. Francie moved
her thighs against the carpeting, loving the scratching sensation of the piling against
her naked ass. She flattened her feet against the floor, raising her thighs, lowering them,
then raising them again in short, sharp fucking movements. There was nothing to
worry about here. Sam wasn't going to talk. She didn't have to worry about
embarrassing herself in front of another human. No. This was almost like fingerfucking, 
only much better!
"Uhhhhh, good doggie, oh yes, lick me... th-th-there, there, Sammy!"
Francie couldn't believe she was doing this. She pushed her hands against his head
several times when feelings of guilt swept over her. But the dog was insistent, growling
and twisting his body away from her grip. Francie could feel the Power in his body, the
determination of his will.
He wanted her, and there was nothing in the world that would stop him.
"Uhhh!" Francie felt him licking directly in her steamy cunt. "Ohhhhh, lick me!"
She was more uninhibited now with Sam than she'd been with Craig. Now she could
move her hips around without feeling like such a slut. Oh yes, yes, Sam could do what
he wanted with her. It was wonderful!


Chapter 5

Francie was letting out lusty little grunts of delight, jerking her hips up while the
animal began licking down into her pussy. His tongue fucked into her swollen, pink
cuntmeat, forcing the itchy cunt walls apart. There were times when she tucked her pert
little ass away, times when she felt Sam was pressing up against her cherry too hard.
She hadn't let Craig pop her cherry, and she wasn't about to let the animal pop it
either. It would be just too much.
Francie rolled around, drawing her hand along her soaked cuntlips. She could feel his
tongue at work licking up and down her thigh then moving in over her pussy. She
loved it when he licked her knuckles, then drew his tongue up to her wrists. She
giggled, trailing her finger along the sides of her pussy, then up to her belly They were
wet with her cunt juice and his spit She made silver trails of cunt juice and dog-spa on
her belly, feeling the fluid cooling over her hot flesh.
"Uhhhhhh... oh God, God, God!"
Sam growled, letting those forward fangs nip alog3 the puffed outer lips of her cunt.
That touch was too devastating for words! Francie stiffened, kicking out one leg while
wallowing her small shoulder blades against the carpeting The world disappeared for
her. Only she and the dog were left, rolling around in the bedroom. Even those fearful
thoughts of her aunt left.
"Ooooooohhh there, oh yes!"
Sam growled again, nipping more firmly along her pussylips. It hurt her a little. But the
hurt felt so good. She moaned loudly, petting the dog with both feet now while he
lapped deep into her cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh!" It was hurting her so good! Francie couldn't believe the sensations racing
through her. And they were all because of this darned dog! "Oh, do it, do it!"
Francie was going out of her mind with delight. She looked up through her long lashes
and saw the fur around his neck bristling with excitement. He was like some terrible
monster out of control. Would he be satisfied – like Craig – with just eating her cunt?
Did he want more? Something in her told the girl he did.
Francie was clawing at the dog's furry neck, urging him on, then restraining him when
the biting made her wince with pain. She felt vulnerable, even in danger at times.
Francie didn't know why. But letting him hurt her was exciting, perhaps more exciting
than the lazy licking that had started all this off!
He was biting her again, his tongue moving down to her ankles, then up to her cunt
before his fangs nipped her cuntlips. When she looked down at the swampy mess of her
pussy, she found Sam looking back up at her. He was watching her, watching her
reaction, studying her as if he were her... her lover!'
"No!" she cried.
Thoughts like those could be dangerous, leading to something she was fearful of. This
was just sensation, the slick rub of one wet surface against another. There were no
feelings or emotions involved. Francie bucked her ass up; and down again, feeling the
smearing hot lick of the dog's maw against her pussy and especially against her cut. He
knew when he touched her cut, pressing it down into the swollen cunt meat around it,
the young girl went wild with delight.
"Ooowoowwwwww!"
The throbbing was hurting her so good again. Francie was going out of her mind. She
drew: her hands up, digging her fingernails into her scalp. And then... and then she felt
his jaws parting, taking in her entire cunt and closing down slowly.
"No, no! What are you doing? Oh God, no!"
Sam had her pussy in his mouth, both sets of fangs sinking gently into the puffy, hot
slick cunt meat. Francie was wallowing her shoulders wildly against the carpeting while
she pounded her tiny fist against the rug. It was just too much. The sensation of his
fangs against her cuntmeat, the wild feelings that touch generated made the young girl
feel as if she were coming apart. Oh, it was good, so very good having him biting her
like that.
"Do it, do it, do it to me!"
Sam shook her cuntal mound, holding it between his jaws when Francie felt the first
stinging sensations of climax hitting her clit. She jerked her ass off the rug, feeling her
knees closing in around the big dog. A new fever licked up her thighs, burning her
cunt, making her breathe harder and harder.
Sam licked higher, touching her tits, then moving down to her belly and drawing his
tongue down around her pussy. Francie thought again about letting him fuck her. And
now the idea wasn't so devastating. She still couldn't bring herself to initiate the action.
But if Sam were to do something to her, how could she resist, especially in this high
sexual heat?
"Uhhhhhh..."
Sam's tongue. It was fucking into her pussy again, forcing the swollen cuntmeat wide
enough for him to suck out more of her juices. The dog licked around the sensitive ring
of cuntal muscles. Francie felt them tighten around his furry muzzle, his tongue fucking
in and out, in and out.
Francie pranced her ass around in circles, then jerked it up and down to increase the
friction the dog was bringing to her cunt. When he raked his tongue up across her clit
again, Francie cried out and hugged his head hard. She wanted him to lick her
everywhere at once. The girl tilted her ass one way, and then the other. She drew one
leg back as far as she could, then hoped he would get the message. Fucking. She wanted
fucking. The dog dug at her thighs with both paws, then burrowed his black snout into
the seething, sloppy mess of her cunt.
"There, Sam, there... "It was almost as if she were having some wonderful, hot erotic
dream. Francie loved the touch, the feel of his maw. "Uhhhhh, do it!"
But something was happening, something that demanded she try something else,
something far more daring than letting the animal eat her out. She had to have cock!
Oh yes, yes, she had to have cockmeat in her. The dog's prick. That instinctive feeling
of being filled, of being... fucked! She had to have his cock meat doing things in her,
fucking in and out.
She had felt that with Craig but had been unable to express it to him. Now she faced it,
feeling good about it. The dog. The dog's cock. She wanted it bad.
"Fuck me, Sammy!"
She closed her thighs, hugging him with her hot, soft flesh. Fucking. He was going to
do it to her, and it would feel so wonderful! Francie moved her ass to one side, then
brought her hands up to his head. She was pushing him away, fanning out her fingers
along his face and feeling those eyes staring at her.
"Do it, doggie!"
She bad never thought about getting fucked this way. Her mother and some girlfriends
had told her about fucking. But they suggested the man would figure it all out for her.
Sam whimpered, looking at her, licking her thighs then pawing her nervously. Francie
guessed what he wanted. She had seen dogs fucking in the streets – the bitch standing
there stoically; her head stretched forward while the male mounted her and fucked his
prick into her pussy. No! She was no dog. She wasn't going to let him mount her that
way.
"No, Sammy. This way."
Inching her feet off the carpeting, Francie drew her knees back until they were nearly
touching her tits. She felt her cuntlips unstick again, the dark red cunt meat exposed
now for the dog's prick. Peering down over her stiff nipples, Francie could see
something very long and red dangling wetly between his hindquarters. His cock wasn't
so big. But the shape – ohhhh, it was weird! And he was going to stick that thing in
her!
The dog was clever and quick. He soon understood what she was doing and placed
both forepaws against her inner thighs. He was still whimpering, but figuring out how
to mount this hot teenaged bitch.
Francie gasped when she felt the dog's forepaws pressing down against both inner
thighs. She was opened to him now, her cuntlips stretched tautly like two swollen
rubber bands. Her knees were nearly touching her chin. She curled her toes until they
cramped, the weight of her body falling on her shoulders and neck.
Slowly Sam moved around, his hindquarters prancing nervously behind her upturned
ass. The girl gasped again. Something very hot and stiff was brushing up against her
cunthole. His prick. Now there was no turning back. She had to go through with it.
Crying out, she dug her fingers into the dog's soft fur, clawing at it while prancing her
ass around on the carpeting.
"Uhhhhh..."
There! Just the touch of his cocktip against her clit. The girl cried out, and her fingers
gripped the big animal more tightly while a shudder made her body shiver. She wanted
that dog cock in her!"
"Now... oh wow, wow, wow!"
Her cries became more strained, throatier as she groaned and went mad. The girl was
no longer a youngster but a vibrant, hot woman wanting the hottest fuck of her life.
Sam tightened his grip on her, hunkering down, his broad bushy tail brushing up
against her feet. Francie lay still, afraid to move. She felt him tensing, while his
hindquarters bent slightly. A tremor ran through his front legs.
And then... and then she felt that hard, long, knobby dog-cock slowly fucking into her
cunt. She felt the trembling pussy walls that had been itching so madly before being
scratched now, scratched slowly, teasingly by that dog prick. She spread her thighs a
little farther apart, that stretching sensation adding to the itch driving her wild. She
flattened her ass a little more on the floor now, keeping an eye on the animal as he fed
her more and more of his prickmeat. It was so wonderful, so wild!
"Ohhhh... uhhhhhh... oh yes, yes, fuck me!"
Sam stopped for a moment, whimpering, looking down on either side of the partially
fucked girl. Then he began again, steadying himself, his tail sticking straight out while
he bent his forelegs a little for leverage. Some drool oozed from his opened maw, falling
onto the backs of the girl's thighs. Francie shivered at the touch, her back starting to
hurt from the position she was in. And then he fucked for ward, the knobs of his prick
bumping regularly against her clit.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
The young blonde groaned with each forward doggie fuck-thrust. Her heels banged
against the humping dog's back while she squirmed under his furry underbelly. The
touch of his body, the feeling of his prick squeezing through her cunt meat while those
bumps tickled her clit was too much for her to stand. Again Francie let out a sharp cry,
feeling herself getting close to climax!
There was a wildness, a kind of naughtiness that was driving her up the wall. Francie
scraped her fingernails along her cheeks, leaving long red marks while screwing her ass
up to meet the animal's fucking cock.
"Uhhhhh... oh yes, yessss, please, do it, fuck me!"
Francie was amazed at herself. She was carrying on like a whore, a cheap slut, the kind
of woman her mother had always scorned. But 50 inside was changing her, something
that made her squirm and twist and jerk under the dog's savage attack. Looking up
through her misted eyes, Francie saw the dog's face – that pointed snout, the black
nose, the eyes big and brown and round staring back at her. She whipped her legs
furiously against his back, feeling herself so very, very close to cumming.
"Ohhhhh, do it to me doggie, fuck me!"
And then something happened that made her stop. The pressure against her cherry. Oh
yes, he was pressing the pointy end of his cock right against her cherry! Even in the
height of her excitement, Francie could feel that. She tucked her ass back instinctively
again, raising her arms and pressing the flats of her hands against the underbelly. She
pushed, grunting with the effort. This was going too far. She hadn't bargained on Sam
fucking her all the way. He was trying to work more of his cock in. No. She wouldn't
let him pop her cherry. Not a dog!
"No, get off me, get... off!"
Fear knifed through the girl like an icy blade. Francie shoved back, moving away from
Sam. She could feel his prick sliding from her cunt.
Juice dribbled from her fuck-hole, wetting her tensed asscheeks. She could feel the nap
off the carpeting scratching the inner curves of he ass as she tried scooting back from
the determined animal.
But Sam refused to get off her. He stayed on her thighs, growling and snapping at the
frightened teenager. Following along, he managed to keep his cock in her cunt,
hunkering down, leaning the full weight of his body against her. That pressure against
her cherry was getting stronger. She began feeling some pain. He was going to tear
through! He was going to fuck her all the way!
She could feel the pain building like a giant red wall in front of her. Francie groaned,
pushing back against the dog, her elbows bowing out. It was incredible! Nothing could
move him. He stayed with her, fucking down into her pussy. There was a moment of
hesitation, a moment when the girl thought he would stop. And then he pushed down
hard.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Somehow Francie managed to jam her knuckles in her mouth to fight down the screams of 
pain building in her throat. She arched her back, jerking her head. It was as
if someone had stabbed a thousand hot knives into her cunt!
Sam started fucking her, not caring if she sobbed in pain or groaned with delight. He
was fucking her and that was all that mattered to him. Panting, grunting, the dog
fucked more cock meat into her pussy. She felt his cock sliding into the most secret
parts of her cunt, touching her cuntal walls until his fuzzy ba1l were pillowed against
her outer pussylips.
"Ohhhhhh!"
And there was no stopping him. Pulling his head up and twisting it to one side, he
began fucking hard, his small but powerful thighs working back and forth, back and
forth. Francie tried rolling away, tried lowering her legs. But it was useless to struggle,
and she had to remain on her back until he finished.
"Uh! Huhhhhh! Uhhhhh!"
Moments passed. Gradually the pain ebbed as the big animal kept fucking away. The
constant bumping, slick rubbing, the continual feel of his fuzzy coat brushing over her
flesh brought the delicious itchiness back. In a moment Francie had forgotten the pain
from the popping of her cherry. Now the forbidden pleasure was back – that swelling,
hard ball of pleasure building at the tip of her clit, then radiating down to her toes and
up to her belly. She was panting and grunting as heavily as the dog now, raking her
fingers through his thick gray coat.
Fucked. Fucked all the way! And how delicious it was!
"Uhhhhhhh... Sammy, I'm gonna... ohhhhh, do it, do it to me!"
The white-hot moment of climax exploded on top of her. Francie gasped and babbled,
her body jerking violently against the big dog on top of her as he climaxed with her.
She kicked her legs against the big animal, twisting around, nearly spinning on his
cum-shooting prick. Francie could feel the hot strings of cum splashing against her
spasming cuntal walls. Her pussy muscles were tensing, relaxing, then tensing again in
regular pulsing moves. Her cunt gripped Sam's cock, sucking it in while he shot more
and more of his doggie-cum into her fuck-hole.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"
Alone. She was left alone now, the animal having climbed off to lick his balls. Francie
lay there on the floor in shock for a while, trying to understand what had happened.


Chapter 6

"Oh, dear!"
"Something wrong, Aunt Dina?"
"No. Everything's just fine. I'm getting clumsy, that's all."
Dina bent down picking up the shards of glass that lay gleaming on the kitchen floor.
Why did Sam have to brush up against her like that? She felt her cuntal walls contract,
then buckle in while a rush of heat licked up her thighs. As she bent down, the woman
could feel the sexy pull of her tits against her chest while the stiff-nippled ends brushed
against the cotton of her blouse. It had been three days – three long days since she had
done anything with the animal. "I'll help."
"No, that's all right, dear. You finish your breakfast," Dina said, barely able to control
her voice.
Francie certainly had grown more and more helpful lately. It was as if the girl had taken
some kind of pill or something. Dina was pleased. She would have been happier as well
if she could have found some time alone with Sam. Her cunt burned with a wild fever.
Even now, as she swept the rest of the glass into a dust pan, she eyed the dog, seeing
his rich gray coat, his long pink tongue. Dina closed her eyes, biting her lower lip,
ashamed. If only she could control herself, could stop the tangle of feelings and
emotions that overwhelmed her each time she saw the German shepherd.
"What are you planning today, dear?"
"Oh, nothing much. Thought I'd go over to Patty's later and talk."
Dina smiled approvingly. She liked Patty. And better the girl than that Craig who
Francie had been seeing. She wanted to put her foot down. And it would have been so
much easier to do that if it weren't for her own guilt feelings about the dog.
"You know, I don't want to meddle in your life," Dina began, sitting on the chair
opposite.
Francie had just finished her milk. There was a small mustache on her upper lip.
"I don't think you're meddling, Aunt Dina," Francie said, putting down her milk.
"Well, I mean about that boy you've been seeing lately."
"Oh." Francie's face changed. The smile faded, replaced by a look of affected boredom.
Dina's heart sank. She had hoped the two of them could talk – like girlfriends. She was
only looking out for her sister's daughter's best interests.
"I mean, I don't want anything to happen if you know what I'm talking about."
"You mean, something like fucking?"
Hearing the word coming from Francie was a thunderbolt. Dina stiffened, her forehead
creasing with a disapproving frown.
"I don't want to hear you using that word again. Do you understand me, young lady?"
Dina shot back angrily, feeling her cheeks reddening. She thought she could catch the
faint glimmer of a naughty smile.
"Yes, Aunt Dina," Francie replied sullenly; "And no, I don't want to pry into what
you're doing on your dates. I just feel an obligation to make sure you're happy and
don't get into trouble."
"Nothing's going to happen, Aunt Dina. I don't want to be passed around like some
piece of meat. I've seen that happen to other girls. That's not going to happen to me,"
Francie said, looking down at the dog, then glancing away as the animal began getting
up.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I'll clear the table. Why don't you go over to Patty's now?"
Dina suggested, seeing Sam standing in the middle of the kitchen looking a little
confused.
Francie agreed, skipping out of the room. In a moment or two Dina heard her niece call
out something about being late for lunch. The front screendoor slammed, leaving Dina
and the animal alone for the first time in three long days.
"Sam..."
Just saying his name now meant so much to the woman. Dina put the dishes down in
the drain rack, wiping her hands on a nearby towel and feeling her fingertips growing
icy with excitement. The dog caught her change in attitude and began wagging his
bushy tail.
"Must check the doors."
Quickly Dina rushed to the living room, making certain the front door was locked.
Drawing several of the drapes after switching on the air conditioner, the woman turned
and faced Sam, who had followed her into the living room.
"Upstairs, Sammy, upstairs. I need you, need you bad."
Her voice was thick and hoarse as she nearly ran up the stairs, the big animal barking
and yipping behind her. Once in the room with the door locked, Dina felt safe – safe,
expectant, and yet wanting to hold this moment, anticipation as long as she could. She
wasn't thinking any longer about the hollow corner her life had been shoved into. No
men. Nothing to live for except Francie, and now Sam.
As she began unbuttoning her blouse, Dina wondered what it was like to go out on a
date. A man. Funny. She only thought about men now when she was with the dog.
How odd. Maybe that was why she was fucking with Sam. She wasn't sure just how to
talk to a man anymore.
"Oh, Sammy!"
Her blouse slipped from her shoulders, floating to the floor. She hadn't worn a bra that
morning She wanted to feel her tits swaying about, slapping against one another,
enticing the animal.
"Ohhh, doggie, you're going to make me so deliciously wonderful again."
Dina shoved her fingers under the waistband of her elastic shorts, pushing them to the
floor along with her pink panties. Stepping from the garments, Dina felt a draft against
her naked ass. How good it was being stripped in front of the panting animal. She was
going to make him so hot he would burn her up with his arousal. Walking slowly to
the bed, Dina threw back the covers, sliding onto the topsheet and resting her head
against the pillows. She spread her legs, peering down over her stiff-nippled tits to the
blonde silken hairs fuzzing over her cuntal mound.
Dina groaned, tensing her ass as she passed her hand now over her nipples. The touch
gave her a chill. She thought about not touching herself, letting the dog do all the work.
But it was fun arousing herself this way, knowing full well Sam was down there
watching, his long tongue hanging out in anticipation. What was he waiting for? Her
command? She could give it now. But Dina thought better of it, toying with herself,
enjoying the delay.
"Ohhhhhhh, that's good!"
Dina liked the feel, the thrill of thumbing her nipples until they pushed up out of the
soft surrounding areola. She could easily sense now the tension building in her cunt.
With the tickling of her nipples she had started the hot juices flowing again from her
cunt. Dina could feel the pussy juice seeping out, wetting the sheet under her. She
rocked her hips, the buttery heat spreading like a fog over her cuntal zone. Dina
pressed her head back, feeling it sinking into the pillow while she rubbed her legs
against the sheets. Three days. Three long days. It was telling on her. Her breathing
had become more and more shallow as she toyed with her nipples. Licking her lower
lip, Dina moved her hands down, down until they were placed on either side of her
cuntal slit. She raised her knees slightly, spreading them apart.
"Uhhhhhhh, it's so good. Fuck, Sammy, that's what we're going to do, and right here!"
With that Dina spread her cuntlips apart, slipping one finger into her pussyhole. The
effect was immediate. Dina could feel her pussy walls Contracting, snapping shut at the
invading digit.
Dina snapped her legs together, raising her slightly off the couch and leaving it there
trembling, waiting for that magic tongue She fucked her finger in and out, in and out,
painting her tummy with the pussy juices, then slipping the finger back into her fuck
hole and feeling around. She was whimpering, rolling her head from side to side,
feeling strands of hair clinging to her flushed, dampened cheeks. Already thoughts of
her niece were fading fast. All she could think of was her pussy – and that animal only
inches from her.
There was a bark. She could feel the bed bouncing around as Sam jumped onto the
mattress and started moving up to her.
He was scratching at her toes. And then he began mouthing her feet, licking over her,
ankles, over her calves. She felt that tongue going up, up. Dropping her hands to her
sides, Dina let the dog do what he would with her. She was his slave, his plaything. She
lay there quietly, her chest rising and falling mightily as the animal slowly worked his
way to her cunt.
"Uhhhh, good doggie... good... uhhhh, ohhhhh! Oh yes, touch me there, Sammy!
That's it, oh god God, you're a nice, good doggie!"
His nose slipped under her hot cuntal mound, his tongue wetting her down there. Dina
let out another sharp cry, jerking her ass up while pounding the bed with her fists.
She'd been waiting for this, for that touch, for that sensation of the animal's tongue
against her pussy. And now she wallowed in it, feeling the sensations rush over her like
waves.
Dina opened her cunt to the animal. She pressed one cheek against the pillow and let
her knees fall apart. Sam looked up, his long pointy ears pinned back, that hellish look
in his eyes. His thick black rubbery lips peeled back, revealing those sharp, white fangs.
It was as if he were warning her not to stop him once he got going. No. There was no
danger of that. Dina wasn't about to stop the animal as she pushed her legs yet farther
apart.
"Do it, Sammy, do it to me!"
The big shepherd began licking, his tongue slopping over her tender inner thighs. Each
lick from that tongue brought more juice from her cunthole. She loved hearing that
clicking sound, the sound of his maw against her pussy. And now he was nuzzling his
black nose between her cuntlips almost tenderly. She could hear him snuffing about
down there, smelling her as he was licking and tasting her pussy. Dina rolled halfway to
the right, then halfway to the left kicking her legs up, then letting them fall to the
mattress once more.
His long pink tongue was snaking around the smaller inner cuntlips, fucking into her,
then slinking back out, drawing more juice out. Dina reached down with one hand,
surprised at just how wet she had become. And then she could feel the dog's tongue
loving her hand, his long snout rubbing up against her wrists. She pinched her clit
twice, then drew her hands back up to her belly and began molding her tits. She
shuddered, feeling the dog's breath tickling over her cunt hairs. How good it was
feeling his tongue drench her cunt over and over again.
"Sam... Sam." A man. Yes, she would have preferred a man... But there were no
problems about what to say, what to do with the dog. She just had to lie there and let
Sammy do all the work.
Her white, shivering legs undulated against the sheets once again as Dina felt herself
climbing higher and higher along sexual arousal. She wanted the dog, wanted his cock
in her. The tonguing was only an overture, the start of something far more intense. Her
hands reached down to her belly once more, the fingers touching the dog's pointed
nose, his mouth. Again she felt with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess between
her thighs and felt the dog's tongue licking at her.
"Do it, oh yes, hurry!"
Dina jerked her ass up, supporting herself on her shoulders and naked feet. She was
giving the dog more of her cunt to lap. He could sense the rising excitement, and he
was whimpering through his nostrils. Now he was licking the bottom of her ass with
his hot tongue, smearing the hot spit around. He licked back into the split of her
asscheeks, back to her tiny, tight asshole. Sam stopped there for a moment, sniffing
around. He rubbed his tongue over the wrinkled asshole flesh, making the woman
frown at the touch.
"No, not there!"
Dina jerked her ass back, lowering it back onto the bed. Touching her shitter was
exciting. But Sam was showing too much interest in her asshole. She didn't want him
concentrating his attention there when her cunt needed all the stimulation it could get.
Her arms trembled, her fingers curling again behind the dog's fuzzy, pricked-back ears.
The pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack again and again. Her cunt burned
from the steady licking friction. There were times when Dina thought she would cum
just from that touch. But she held herself back, waiting for the minute when Sam would
mount her and fuck her into oblivion.
"Uhhhhhhh... that's it, doggie, that's it, fuck me!"
Sam licked harder than ever. Dina inched her knees back, back until they were against
her tits. Then she parted them even farther. Every tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled
back now. San licked and nuzzled and pressed his nose against her soaked, steamy cunt.
She gasped and babbled to him as he raped her with that maw. Dina cried out again,
jerking from side to side. She loved that touch, the sensation of his cock against her
thighs.
"Sammmmmmmeeeeeee!"
Dina moved her ass up, letting it fall back again. She was fucking his maw, fucking his
tongue, feeling his tongue entering her cunthole again and again, forcing aside the red,
swollen cuntmeat and tickling her to death. When he touched her cunt with the top of
his nose, Dina fell to pieces.
"Uhhhhh... ooooooohhhhhhh!"
The room exploded into brilliant lights. How wonderful, how terribly, awfully
wonderful having this animal doing this to her. She worked her ass around in frantic
circles, sometimes leaving it in the air and letting the animal touch her with his maw all
around, at other times jerking her ass around and around and pressing it deep then into
the mattress.
Sam's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure
the dog brought her. If only she could have that sensation of having a dick inside her.
Then Dina smiled. That would be coming along shortly. In a little while Sammy would
be fucking her, drilling his cockmeat into her fuck-hole, satisfying her every need. Dina
thought about it and felt her cuntal walls spasm. She could feel the muscles working
against one another, trying to grab onto the dog's fucking snout.
"Oh, soon, Sammy, soon, can't hold back any longer, can't..."
Sam moved around a little more, shaking his hips, shaking down his prick. Dina raised
her head, pushing aside several stray hairs. His cock. Oh yes, she could see it now. She
could see the slimy red dog-cock hanging there, just waiting to fuck into her cunthole.
"Do it, do it!"
The dog let out a little yelp, nuzzling again between her cuntlips. She felt the the
membranes filling with blood. If his prick were in there, she would be milking it now.
The thought hurried her into a wild storm of delite. She pitched on the bed, bucking
her ass against the dog's parted jaws. His teeth were cutting slightly. That acute tickle
brought mo babbling groans of pleasure from her throat She raked his fur with her
fingers, puffing him harder against her. She scissored her legs tightly around his back,
jerking her cunt up, feeling she would cum in a moment if he kept licking down in her
fuck-hole. Slowly the woman pulled back, sighing heavily.
"Ohhhhh, now, Sammy, fuck me now!" This had been too much. The woman cried
out, pushing the dog away, holding him back with stiff arms while tucking one leg
under the other. Sam objected at first, barking and snarling angrily. But the moment he
saw her hot cunt come into view he stopped, licking his maw. It was going to happen
once more... Sam was going to fuck her, and she was going to love it more than ever!
"No! There, Sammy, there!" Dina bit her lower lip. The dog was concentrating on her
asshole once more, drawing his tongue over the tight little slit. She bounced her ass
frantically up and down, rubbing her asscheeks up against his snout. Oh, why was he
doing this to her? She needed the sensation in her pussy, right in her cunt!


Chapter 7

"Ummmmmm..." There. He was licking on her pussy, snacking up the cunt juices,
rubbing the short fur of his snout up against her cunt. Dina's mouth opened, her eyes
rounding and glazing over as she felt herself coming close to climax.
"Oh God, I... I'm gonna cum if you don't fuck me right now."
Did he understand? Could Sam know jus how hot she was? Surely he could tell from
how much pussy juice was seeping from her itching, velvety cuntal lining. And he could
feel the heat radiating from her pussy like a blast furnace. Yes, yes, she needed him,
actually needed him to fuck her. Again the woman jerked her ass high in the air,
spreading her knees for the big dog. Surely he could understand that. Surely he knew
that she wanted to fuck now!
"Uhhhhh, oh doggie..."
Sam began mounting her. She could feel his paws scraping along the top of her ass.
Dina shuddered, her lips curling into a faint smile. It was happening again. Oh, Christ
in heaven it was happening again! She was going to fuck something hot and long and
thick in her pus once more! Dina pranced her ass madly for that dog-cock, tensing her
ass. Dina's elbows bowed out, her face pressing against the pillow with her ass still
stayed high and angled for the dog's cock.
"Ohhhhh, do it, Sammy, do it to me, doggy! Oh yesssssss, fuck me!"
It sounded so good. Fuck me. The words came so naturally from her lips as the German
shepherd slipped atop her and wrapped his forelegs around her waist. Dina ground her
ass up hungrily, licking her dry lips as she felt his prick scraping along the juicy,
swollen cunt slit. Sam was growling that smothered growl she had begun to know so
well. He was getting ready, getting himself ready to fuck his prick into her. Dina
gasped, her eyes rounding even more when she felt his cock touch her clit.
Whimpering, the big animal drew his claws along her sides. Dina felt him tensing,
getting ready for that initial luck-thrust... And then... and then he did it!
Dina let out a gasp of delight, closing her eyes. She felt hot tears of joy running down
her cheeks as the beast fucked her. Oh, it was so good, so darned good feeling that
prick scratching all those itches in her pussy. Her cunt spasmed, her flesh puckering
into goose bumps once more as the big dog fucked her.
"Ohhhhh... good doggie... ohhhhhhh, Sammmmmeeee, good dog!"
Dina bucked her ass, her knees sliding apart. Sammy fucked hard into her, his cock
forcing the woman to keep her ass high.
"Oh yes, Sam, yes, anything you want." Dina could hardly breathe! And that prick. She
felt the pointy prickhead swirling and driving around in her cunt. Sam was getting
better through practice. Good. Really good. The fur scraped so teasingly, so deliciously
over her flesh. She could feel the hairs around his pricks; against her asshole. Every
scratchy piece of fur seemed to find a responding nerve ending in and around her ass.
And that itching, burning sensation around her pussy drove her crazy. Dina shoved
back against the dog's fucking cock, her ass weaving and swiveling.
"Uh! Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"
She never would have thought an animal could have done this to her! She was clawing
at the sheets, tearing at them with her nails sa the dog fucked her wildly. She grunted
and sobbed from the sensation, her mind going blank several times. All that she could
think of, all that she could feel had to do with the big dog fucking her.
"Ohhhhhh, damn, fuck, fuck, it's so fuckin' good, oh fuck!"
She loved that word now. It seemed so natural to shout it out, especially with the dog
doing this to her pussy! Fucking. Dog-fucking. She closed her eyes, picturing herself
fucked by all sorts of dogs, their pricks hanging out, hot and hard. She groaned at the
image, tossing her ass about, feeling her long blonde hair whipping over her knuckles.
The combination of the stretching in her cunt-tube and the rodding sensation against
her clit was sending her higher and higher up the ladder of arousal. Dina wanted to
have those feelings increase more and more and more until that swelling, spinning knot
of tension in her belly and cunt swept over her.
"Damn! Oh, Goddamn it! Fuck, fuck me, Sammy, fuck me hard!"
She drove her shoulders forward. The throbbing ache in her tits matched the pulsing
itch in her cunt. For a moment Dina thought of her niece. What a joke it would be if
Francie were to walk in and find her like this.
Dina felt herself going blind with luck-lust. A huge white wall shot up in front of her as
the piledriving shoves from the dog's cock increased. Dina growled like a dog, a low,
harsh noise that tore at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her pussy was about to
blow apart. How she loved that excitement, that arousal sent her whirling higher and
higher. She swiveled her ass a little more, feeling her cunt race that point of no return.
Her outer pussy lab felt as if they were hardening, stiffening as Sam fucked more of his
cockmeat into her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
She twisted her head around, looking her long lashes – at the big animal fucking. His
thighs shot up and down, almost a blur while his tail was straight out and trembling.
He was close, too. Dina lowered her head, her face burning while her pussy got ready
for the mindless explosion Dina had prayed for.
Dina gritted her teeth. She had no energy for wasting, growling or gasping now. All her
being and was focused in on her cunt, pinpointing around the fucking dog-cock and
her clit that throbbed as hard as her heart. Dina twisted wildly, feeling the dog's cock
thicken.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Dina gasped, blowing out the breath she had held. Her cuntal walls
crashed in, gripping the animal's cock as she began to cum. "Aghghghghhghghghhhh!"
It was as if an explosion under her bed had thrown her through the ceiling. Dina
cursed again, clawing at the bed, jerking her body wildly while the big animal held on.
It was harder than her last cum. She had been more relaxed this time, more willing to
let the animal have his way. Dina cried out again, hearing herself screaming. The
terrifying impact of her climax ripped out from her cunt. Dina could feel it in her
nipples, her fingers, her toes. The flesh all around her pussy seemed to be on fire!
"Oh God, God, Sammmmmmmeeccccc, fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Dina couldn't stop herself from the climax. She didn't feel the dog firehosing his cum
into her. She had wanted to feel that. But it was impossible to stop her climax. Alter
each shivering pulsation of her cuntal walls, the echoes left an emptiness until the next
mind-blowing blast. It happened again and again, the repetition taking away her
strength. Somehow Dina managed to keep her ass up in the air although she had
wanted to fling herself prone onto the mattress.
She sobbed and sobbed, feeling the powerful sensations gradually ebbing away. As her
climax faded, the woman realized Sam hadn't cum. His prick was still very hot and very
hard, buried in her pussy. Dina shook the loose hairs from her eyes, turning around
and catching the light streaming in from the window. It was a beautiful morning, made
more beautiful by this early fuck.
"Ohhhh, Sammy, I'm sorry you didn't cum. But...oh Sam, get down."
She wanted to wash now, wanted to stand under the shower and feel the water pelting
her glowing flesh. But the dog stayed with her, his forelegs still firmly planted around
her sides. Dina felt his determination and trembled just a little bit. What if she couldn't
get rid of him right away? What if he wanted to stay with her all day? She had thought
he was acting a little queerly in the kitchen, rubbing up against her ankles right there in
front of her niece even though she had kicked him twice. Sam seemed to be developing
a mind of his own, a development Dina didn't like.
He began fucking her again. Dina shuddered, clawing at the pillow, trying to tuck her
ass away from him. She struggled, perspiration running down her flushed cheeks.
There! She had done it. She had managed to crawl away from the big animal. She had
felt, his prick slipping from her cunthole and rubbing up against her thighs.
"Get away from me, Sammy. Get away. You can lick yourself off or something. I
don't... what are you doing?"
He was attacking her, trying to rape her right in her own bedroom. She felt him
gripping her one more time, his prick rubbing up against her cuntal slit. Every time she
rolled he clung more fiercely to her, rolling with her. Panic seized the woman. How
could she escape him? He was fucking his prick up against her asscrack, trying to work
his cockmeat back into her drooling cunthole.
"No, no, no!"
The more she struggled, the more impossible it seemed to shake the dog from her back.
He was biting her neck now, scratching his claws along her sides, all a warning for her
to stop struggling. Dina stopped for the moment, catching her breath, wondering how
on earth she would be able to slide the dog from her.
"Please..."
Sam drove forward, his prick slipping along her cuntslit. He was growing, shaking his
proud head, trying to wedge his cockmeat into her. Dina hoped he would cum simply
by rubbing his cock up against her ass. Surely he was close. Surely all the friction would
turn him on, make him shoot his cum-load and leave her alone.
"That's it, Sammy, that's it. Come on, boy, cum and you can... owwwwwww!"
He was fucking her ass! Oh God, he had slipped his prick into her shitter and now he
was fucking her ass! Dina let out another howl, her fingers curling, her arms stretching
out in front of her so hard her muscles cramped. The woman felt a little sick, her
stomach turning over as this impact of what had just happened struck. Fucked in the
ass by a dog!
She howled, swatting back with her hand. Twice she struck the big dog, nearly
knocking him from her back. But Sam stayed on, ho1ding more tightly onto her than
ever.
"Ow! Oh no, no, you stupid dog! No, you' fucking me in... uhhh, the wrong place! Oh
Sam, Sam, get off me. Oh God, get off!"
But he stayed, more determined than ever to cum in the crying, sobbing woman. Never,
never in her life had she been fucked in the ass. Matt had wanted to ass-fuck her once
or twice. But she had put her foot down. She was going to get fucked in the cunt or
nothing.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
But the dog had other plans for her. He was taking Dina down a path she didn't want.
He was going to fuck her this way, fuck his cock into her shitter until he came! Dog
jizz in her assbole! The thought made her even sicker.
"Uhhhhh, no, no, no!"
It was like a huge, hard lump of shit being forced back into her bowels. For a moment
Dina thought her asshole was tearing. She could feel the obscene slickness of his
knobby cock fucking deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her asshole was tight. But it
was no match for the determined dog. Sam kept on shoving, pushing his cockmeat in,
growling and snapping at the air while fucking his cock into her asshole.
"Ahhhhhhh... oh yes, yes, take it out, take it out!"
Sam was pulling his cock out a little, then tensing his forelegs and fucking his cock
back in. For a moment Dina had hoped he would change his mind and fuck her cunt.
But he was staying with her asshole. She felt his paws scraping up against her tits.
"Uhhhhh!" She had to bring him off. The only way to escape this was making him
cum. She moved her ass as sensuously as she could, Panting with the pain and shame of
what was happening to her. "Sam, oh yes, yes, do it, do it!"
She moaned out the words of encouragement, trying everything to excite him to the
maximum. If she could somehow show him that he was in the wrong hole, that she
wanted his cock elsewhere where he could cum just as easily, then she would. Again
Dina moved her ass back and forth, dipping it, trying to get that awful dog-cock out of
her ass. But Sam still stayed with her shitter, keeping his prickmeat buried in there and
whimpering with delight.
His fucker was splitting her wide open. Oh God, it felt as if her body were being torn
in two. Now she knew why she had kept Matt from ass-fucking her. Her late husband
had had nearly eight inches of cockmeat. Thank goodness the dog's cock wasn't that
big. And the pointy cock tip had helped the initial penetration. Still, the stretching,
tearing pain was still there. She could feel the agony of his plowing prick reaching
higher and higher in her ass guts.
"Ohhhhh, Sam, no, no! Not there, not there you dumb dog! Oh God!"
More tears streaked her cheeks. Anything had to be better than this! His hot prick
seemed to be going on and on, on and on, fucking into her shitter! Dina tried pulling.
herself forward again, shaking her ass as she moved. Surely the dog would lose his
balance sooner or later.
Next moment Dina found her forehead pressed against the headboard. There was
nowhere else for her to crawl. She had given up on tucking her ass away from the big
animal. He was staying with her no matter what she tried. Gasping, her legs and arms
spasming, Dina knew then she had no other choice than to stay with the big beast and
let him fuck her ass.
"Uhhhhhhh... ooooohhhhh!"
Sam was puffing out now, his knobby boner making her body shiver and shudder with
the reversed tugging sensation. It was like some obscene mouth sucking at her asshole.
She felt the vulgar outward stretching of her ass ring, that sensation sending flashes of
lewdness up and down her spine. How strange it was that the sensations weren't all
that unpleasant now. They were rather enjoyable. Her asshole was stretching wider
now, the initial pain going quickly. Dina shook her head. Unbelieveable. But she was
starting to enjoy this horrible ass fucking.
Dina bit her lip. She wasn't sobbing now. She pushed her ass toward him, looking for
some relief from the wild sucking in her shit-chute. The dog paused, then fucked back
in.
"Uhhhh, doggie, doggie, oh God, God, you're doing such things to meeeee!" Dina
couldn't stand this much longer. She had become exhausted from the animal's cunt
fucking. And now he was fucking her ass, making her hot again. And the tempo of his
ass ripping cock was increasing. Dina squeezed her ass ring tightly around his cock,
trying to drag out more sensuous tingles from the fucking.
Reaching between her legs, Dina found her clit and began rubbing it, finding to her
delighted surprise just how hot she was. And then she heard a bestial grunt. Sam
fucked all the way in and held it there, his jizz spurting , into her asshole. She
screamed, tweaking her clit, feeling the lusty fire in her shitter match the explosion in
her cunt.
Dina jerked and twitched, loving the sensation in her asshole, loving the constant
pinching of her cumming clit. Fucked. Really fucked!
The dog had really fucked her, fucked her all the way. How deliciously good it had
been.
"Sam..."
Dina lay sprawled on the bed now, exhausted. And it was only ten-thirty. The whole
day lay before her.


Chapter 8

"Wow! And you let him fuck you again?" Patty Dugan sat cross-legged on Francie's
bed, her eyes wide. The brunette teenager was open-mouthed at her friend's revelation.
"Uh-huh. And it was good. Oh wow, you can't understand how good it was, especially
after that first time! I mean, wow!"
Francie hugged herself, glad she was making an impression on Patty. She felt a little
superior, Sitting there smugly and telling her friend what had happened between her
and Craig. How he had fucked her that second time! Francie had cum her brains out,
squealing and writhing while he'd fucked her into ecstasy. He had made her climax
twice with his mouth, fucking her until she came a third time. Francie was limp as a rag
when he'd finished fucking her. Thank goodness she had had the presence of mind to
tell him she'd broken her cherry carefully by herself, preferring to have the pain in
private than with a guy. Craig had bought the story, not knowing of course what the
true story was. Francie felt proud of that little deception as well.
"And then what?"
"Then what? Well, we've got a date in a few days. It's going to be so good, Patty. I
mean, I've finally got a boyfriend, and what a boy friend!"
"It sounds real good to me. But did you really break your cherry with your fingers?"
Patty was leaning toward her friend, giving her a devious, prying look. Francie hadn't
told her friend everything that had happened that night. She wondered if she should
say something about fucking with the dog. Francie bit her lip.
"Uh-huh. It was better than having Craig do it. I mean, I don't think I could've enjoyed
fucking him after all that pain."
Patty shrugged her slender shoulders, hitching up her halter.
"I dunno. The first time for me, I was so excited I hardly felt a thing. Guess everybody's
different. And you're sure your aunt's not here?" she said, lowering her voice a bit.
"She went shopping and said something about taking in a movie. She won't be home
for hours."
Again the teenager thought about telling her friend about Sam. But she stopped, the
confession just on the tip of her tongue. Patty was staring at her as if she half expected
to hear some thing more.
Just at that point Sam appeared in the doorway.
"You know, the first time a guy did it to me he fingered me until I thought I was going
to scream. Then he was kissing me on the tummy and in my navel. And I really
thought he was going to... you know, make me cum without fucking me."
"Did he?"
"Nope. I kind of pushed him down and moaned and wiggled around like I was going to
die. Damn, I really was going to die."
Francie looked over her friend's shoulder. Sam was still there, ears pricked up, tail at
attention. She wished he would leave.
"Something wrong?" Patty asked. "No, no, go on."
"Well, then he started sucking me all over. You know, bringing his tongue around and
sucking hard while using his finger to fuck me. That was when he popped my cherry.
With his finger while playing with my clit and sucking hard God, I thought I was going
to die. I didn't t even realize what had happened until he pulled away and I saw a little
blood. And then, well, he fucked me and fucked me until I couldn't even walk straight
the next day!"
Patty was growing excited. Francie could tell that. She could see her friend's nipples
standing up out against the white cotton halter she wore. Her voice was becoming
strained while her breathing was ragged.
"Some guys just know what to do," Francie remarked.
"Well, it sure sounds like Craig knows what to do. I don't know if I'd trust him or not.
He gets around and might brag about fucking you to the other guys," Patty warned,
shifting position on the bed.
"I don't think he's going to do that. He's a nice guy, and he's soooo... oh, I don't
know."
Francie gave Sam a warning look. Patty noticed the change in her expression and
turned around.
"Oh, Sammy, come here. We were just having some girl talk," Patty said.
"Patty, don't."
Francie sat there transfixed, watching as the dog scampered into her bedroom. There
would be a problem. She could sense that right now. Sam trotted up to the bed, eyeing
her for a moment, then leaping onto the mattress. Francie put one hand to her throat,
fearing the animal would do something that would give her away. Patty was petting his
sides, turning back around and looking at her friend.
"So, he's going to date you again? Wow, that's going to be something else, I bet!"
Sam was sniffing at Francie, then dropping his head into Patty's lap. He was smelling
her pussy! Francie felt panic gripping her heart. He would touch her friend, do
something awful, and she would be found out! Francie stretched out her hand, grabbing
Sam by the shoulders and trying to haul him off her friend. Patty protested.
"He's such a pretty little dog! Aren't you?" Patty made a face, rubbing her nose into
Sam's fur. The dog whimpered through his nose, shaking his body and wagging his tail.
Francie watched him as he pushed his snout a little farther down into Patty's lap. When
he opened his maw and drew his tongue across her thighs, her expression changed.
"Oh, you dirty little thing!" Patty laughed.
He licked her three times more, this time his tongue pressing up against her crotch.
Francie again tried pulling the dog from Patty's lap. But the animal fought her off,
snapping and growling at her. Patty stared wildly at her friend, scooting back a few
inches while keeping her hands far away from Sam.
"Oh, don't let him bother you," Francie said as calmly as she could. "He just gets that
way sometimes. I guess you were excited and he smelled something and you know how
animals can get."
"But... ohhhhh, no!"
Patty looked really afraid now. Sam had moved forward, putting his forepaws on her
shoulders and pushing her down onto the bed. His maw dripped saliva as he dropped
his head and began licking at her halter top. In a moment the fabric was soaked
through. Francie could see her friend's nipples – hard and stiff – nearly poking
through the stretched cotton material. Patty was kicking back with her legs, her heels
still dangling over the front edge of the sagging mattress. She pushed her palms against
the dog's sides, her head half buried in the pillow behind.
"Get him off me, Francie!"
Francie tried a third time. Sam jerked his head around and snapped at her. She
remembered those fangs and backed away.
"He's going to bite me if I try anything!" Francie cried, wringing her hands helplessly.
"Oh no, doggie, no, no, don't do this to me!"
Sam had opened his maw and caught the halter material in his teeth. He wrenched his
head sharply around, puffing at the halter. Patty was horrified, beating her small fists
against the dog.
"Uh, get off me, you filthy... you... you uhhhh, oh God!"
There was a tearing sound. And then Francie watched in amazement as Sam pulled the
halter from her friend's body. There lay Patty, her bare tits puddled atop her heaving
chest. The nipples were stiff and red and ready to be sucked. Her friend turned her
head, staring wildly at her. Sam didn't give the teenager much time to rest. He was back
on her after having shaken the torn halter from his maw. He drew his tongue over her
nipples again and again, lapping at her face as he stood atop her, pushing her down
into the bed.
"Uh, no, nooo." Patty's cries changed now. They weren't as wild as before. In a moment
Francie realized they were almost moans. Yes, she was changing, changing the way
Francie had the first time when Sam had fucked her.
"Patty, I've got a confession. I didn't pop my cherry, myself. I had a little help."
Patty stopped her thrashing a moment, holding the dog's furred head back and staring
round-eyed at her friend.
"The dog? Sam? You let him... you let him fuck you?"
Francie eyed the window, thanking God it was closed. Her friend had nearly shouted
out this revelation.
"Uh-huh. It wasn't that bad. I was hot after Craig had sucked me off. I was nervous and
didn't want him to fuck me. I came home and Sam must've smelled me the way he
smelled you. He just kind of followed me to the room here and... and then one thing
led to another and... and he fucked me. That's all there is to it."
Patty let out a long, low sigh, watching Sam. "Did it hurt or something?"
"No. In fact, it felt real good – after he got through breaking my cherry and all. Why?"
A sly smile crept across the brunette's face. "What if we both took him on? I mean,
right here, right now."
Francie's face brightened. She criss-crossed her arms, pulling her halter up. Groaning,
she felt the cotton material frictioning her nipples. Sam turned around and barked,
watching his young mistress disrobing there on the bed.
"You don't mind? I mean, about me and the dog and what happened and all?"
"Uh-uhhhh! I think it's awesome! I mean, him popping your cherry and all. Craig
would just die if he knew the truth, wouldn't he?"
Francie stopped, eyeing her friend suspiciously. Maybe it was Patty she had to be
nervous about.
"You wouldn't tell?"
"Don't worry about it – especially after what I'm going to do with Sam."
"We," Francie corrected, stretching out on the mattress and skinning down her briefs
and panties.
"We," Patty agreed, moving her hands lovingly around the dog's sides.
Sam was watching her, then shifting his attention to Francie who now lay stretched
prettily on the bed. Outside, Francie could hear more dogs barking. She wondered if
she should let them in, give her and Patty a real treat. They could be the pack's bitches,
servicing them every day – down on all fours, taking one dog-cock after another.
Sam was down between Patty's legs now, opening her up with his powerful shoulders.
"Oh, he's spreading me open, Francie. He's – oh God!"
There were more tearing sounds. Sam had gripped her shorts that were half-opened
from the struggle, puffing them down, tearing the material in the effort. Patty arched
her spine, jerking her ass up off the bed to give the dog more room.
"Oh, he's doing it, he's doing it, Francie!"
Patty now lay naked, her brown bush of cuntal hair bristling with excitement. Sam
barked, burying his maw in her cuntal thicket and starting to eat her pussy hard and
fast. Patty's facial expression changed rapidly from one of pain to absolute ecstasy. She
whipped her legs against the bed, hugging the big dog with her knees.
"Uhhhhh... oh God, God, it's so good, so wild, so crazy!"
Patty was going to cum. Francie could hear that in her voice, the way she was
breathing, calling to the dog. The slick clicking of Sam's tongue against her friend's
pussy made Francie shiver all over. She dropped her hands to her own cuntal slit,
drawing her trembling fingers back and forth on either side of her swollen cuntlips.
Patty wallowed her shoulders heavily against the pillow behind her, making choked,
sobbing sounds.
"Ahhh, cummmm... oh God, God, gonna gonna do it, Sammy! Oh yes!"
Patty twisted her white ass up in the air, her asscheeks flexing while she fed him her
cunt. Francie shivered again, wondering if she looked that hot, that beautiful while
letting the dog eat her out.
That red, pinched expression on Patty's face looked as if she were in pain. She was
babbling something to the dog... not really words. She tossed her shoulders back and
forth. Her straight brown hair splashed over the pillow, tangling wetly at the corners of
her mouth.
Francie knew this was a special private time, a time between the other girl and the dog.
She wanted that dog, wanted him right now tonguing and licking her all over. She
guessed Sam wasn't nearly close enough to cum. Patty had worked herself up to such a
state that she couldn't stop herself.
"Uhhhhhhh... cummmmmmm!"
A fucking movement. Yes, she was fuckin her cunt into the dog's maw, feeding him her
pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, so gooooooood!" Patty let her knees drop until they were nearly
touching the mattress. Sam continued feeding on her pussy, his licking on the sore cunt
flesh now making the girl twitch and moan in a kind of pain She pushed him away,
drawing her fingers over her nipples.
"Ohhh, do it to her, I want to see you do it to her," Patty groaned, pushing the dog
away.
Sam turned around and eyed the aroused Francie.
"Sammy..."
The animal wagged his tail again, looking up at her lovingly. Male dog! He would take
on any cunt. But why should she feel jealous? After all, she had become aroused just
watching her friend getting it on right next to her. It was a turn-on. And now Sam was
interested in her pussy once more. She was ready for him. She would show Patty a
thing or two on how to fuck.
"Here, boy, here."
She spread her legs, feeling the cool sheets against the warm flesh of her thighs.
"Oh, he's going to do it to you. Oh, wow, that's gonna be great!"
A feverish tingle swept through Francie's body. He was touching her. She felt the steady
progress of lust across her body, her cunt tightening. She bent one knee, parting her
thighs, feeling her cuntlips unstick. The dog smelled at the puffy pussy labes, growling
deep in his throat. Patty had rolled onto one side, watching closely but keeping a
respectful distance from that odd couple.
"Ahhh... oh wow, it's so good having the dog touch me like this."
Francie felt herself getting high once more on the dog's tongue loving. He was licking
her all over. And when the tip of his tongue pressed along her closed cuntslit, Francie
made a tiny crying noise in her throat. She put her hands on either side of her body,
her fingers clutching at the sheets as she widened her thighs against the mattress. Sam
moved around, getting a better licking angle. Patty lay her head on one hand, moving a
little closer. Francie could hear the uneven breathing of her friend and knew she was
going to try to get a piece of this action.
Things were much slower with her and Sam now. He took his time finding all the
hottest places on her body. Now she could feel the long, hot, wet sweep of his tongue
across the underside of her cuntal mound. She thought about Craig, about the way he
had put his mouth against her cunt and sucked. There was such a difference, such a
wonderful difference. Francie would have hated to choose between the two. She closed
her eyes again, whimpering, feeing as if the world would collapse all around her. Oh
yes, yes, it was Sam, Sam eating her pussy, licking up and down.
"What's that?" Francie blurted.
The phone was ringing, the jangling sound cutting through her reverie.
"It won't stop," Patty said.
The thing had gone way past ten rings. For a moment Francie was about to let it ring
onto oblivion. But then the thought that something terrible might have happened to
her aunt shot into her mind. She reached over and picked it up, expecting to hear the
voice of a policeman. Sam continued licking into her pussy.
"Yes?"
"I wanna come over and see you tonight." It was Craig! She had given him her number
the other night, but hadn't really expected him to call until later.
"Who is it?" Patty whispered.
"Craig."
"I want to do nice things to your body, real nice things, like fuck your brains out with
my long prick. You hear me, Francie?"
She stared open-mouthed at Patty. "He's giving me a dirty call!" The two girls stared
blankly at one another while Sam kept on slurping away at Francie's cunt.


Chapter 9

"Lemme hear!"
Patty rolled over, pressing her ear against the receiver, her body touching Francie's. The
feel was electric. And still the dog was slurping at her pussy.
"I can't talk right now..."
"You don't have to talk. Just listen. I'm gonna come over and take you out in my car.
And then I'm gonna fuck you, fuck you nice and slow like did before. Christ, I never
had a pussy like yours until I met you. I'm not gonna give that up easy."
Patty eyed her friend, barely suppressing a nervous giggle.
"No, I don't want you saying anything more, Craig. I don't want to hear."
Francie felt her heart pounding wildly. She was dizzy. Her pussy flooded hot juice,
making Sam growl more and lick deeper into her cuntslit. She could feel the dog's claws
scratching up against her ass, his maw moving in as if he were searching for something
buried in her pussy.
"Real slow. That's how I'm gonna do it. Real slow until I can hear you begging me to
stop. That's when I know I'm getting to you, when I can hear you crying out, biting at
me, askin' me to stop."
"Oh wow, Francie!"
The phone had slipped from Francie's shoulder when Sam had licked into her cunt,
touching her cunt again and again. She was shivering up against the dog, feeling herself
rocketing into a new world of sensation. That dirty call, all the images it called up
enhanced the feeling of Sam's tongue licking her all over.
"Wow, he's something else," Patty breathed, covering up the receiver
"No, Craig, don't..."
Francie was unsure of what to do. Her best friend in the whole world was listening to
Craig while her pet was eating her pussy. Sam was forcing her thighs apart a little
more, pressing the sloppy folds of her pussy back. She scooted back a little, giving the
dog more room to lick at her dripping clit.
"You still there?" Craig asked.
Francie licked her lips, wedging the phone between her and Patty's shoulders.
"Ohhhh, yes... I..."
"I'm gonna eat those pretty tits of yours until you start babbling like you did the other
night."
Francie remembered what she had done the other night, how she thrashed under him,
kicking her legs up and banging her toes up against the roof of the car. How she
wished they could find a bed the same way she and Sam had. She breathed hard, feeling
Sam gaining another inch as he growled and rimmed the edges of her cuntal mouth.
She felt her pussy muscles convulsing inside.
"I'm gonna eat out that pussy again and again, make you cum in my mouth twice. I've
had my tongue inside you I'll know how you'll squirm around when I put my prick in.
I'm gonna stretch you with my cock until you squirm all around."
"No, no!"
Francie shuddered, the wet mess between her legs throbbing now. Her cunt was
swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as the animal whined and brought her
closer to the final rush of arousal. Her fingers curled in Sam's fur as she came – slowly,
slowly. And yet Francie knew it wasn't the end. Sam wanted more.
"I'm coming over later to fuck you. Gonna fuck you, fuck you good and hard."
"No!"
The voice sounded very far away as she raised her legs and stretched herself open for
the big animal. Fucking. The dog was going to fuck her while Craig talked about
fucking her later. Patty held the phone for her, pressing her head against her friend's
while listening to the boy talk about fucking. When her knees were pressed up against
her tits, Sam climbed on. She felt his claws scratching her thighs.
"Ohhhh..."
"I've got my cock in my hand now – it's all red and hot and swollen Man, could cum
right now thinkin' about your cunt, your body..."
"No, Craig."
Sam was bobbing his ass around, hunkering down, his furred underbelly pressing up
against her thighs. In a moment Francie felt his prick up against her pussy. He was
going to fuck her. And then... and then that knobby dog-cock was fucking into her,
stretching aside her cunt lips, fucking down into her cunthole.
"Yes, oh yes!"
Francie was breathless, squirming with some difficulty under the dog's weight. He was
fucking her, bracing his paws against her thighs while his tail swept over her ass. Patty
held the phone, trembling while Craig kept on talking. Francie was going to blow apart.
Sam was growling, his body pummeling hers, his cock fucking in and out, in and out.
That fur, that weight, that sexy voice, the sound of Patty's breathing. It was all too
much for Francie.
She arched her back, spasms convulsing her body and lifting her from the mattress.
Sam's jaws gaped open as he fucked deep. She came and came, tossing furiously,
knocking the phone away. She was groaning. The dog growled lustily, wiggling his
body back and forth. Vague images came to the girl – images of Craig, of Sam, of
Patty. Convulsive heat blasted through her pussy, making her cut throb while the dog
kept on fucking her. Oh, she would surely die from all the sensation!
"Mmmmmmmm..."
The phone lay on the floor, forgotten. Sam still hadn't cum. Pulling his cock from
Francie's cunt, he quickly crawled atop Patty. "This way, I want it this way! Fuck me
like dog!"
Patty rolled over in bitch style and let the dog slide atop her. Sam was pumping his
thighs crazily, jerking them back and forth, feeding the wild brunette more and more of
his cock-meat.
Was Craig still talking dirty? Francie didn't know. She lay there, totally exhausted,
drained, fucked half to death by the dog. Her friend was going to cum! Patty was going
to cum, and the dog was going to cum with her. Something like a pang of jealousy
flashed through Francie as she watched the pretty girl bucking mindlessly under the
German shepherd's fucking body. Patty's face was all red and pinched while her eyes
were closed. Her tits hung sexily down, the stiff nipples brushing again and again over
the coverlet. She was about to climax.
There was a moment of silence. And then Patty went wild. Her arms shot in front of
her, her head falling onto the pillow. Francie watched as her girlfriend began jerking as
if someone were touching her with an electric cattle prod. She clawed frantically at the
pillow her head rested on, her ass jerking back and forth. Sam was holding on hard,
pressing his body against hers. His fucking had slowed while his tail stood straight up
in the air.
Francie shivered. She knew what all that meant. Sam was shooting his cum-load into
her friend's cunt. Streamers of his doggie-cum were spattering in Patty's cunthole.
Francie closed her eyes, rubbing her fingers along her own nipples. She could have cum
again if she had wanted. She looked at her friend still jerking around. Sam had finished
with his climax. She could see that. He pushed up with his forelegs, drawing back,
pulling his slick, red prick from the girl's cunt.
"Uhhhh, no, no..." Patty was still in the throes of her orgasm.
But the animal didn't care. He had finished fucking. Then with a slick pop he pulled
back completely, leaving the girl on her own. Patty's face slackened, her body jerking
forward. She lay flat, On the bed, hugging a pillow, making fucking movements with
her slim hips while the dog jumped off the bed. Francie gave Sam a brief look, then
turned to her bucking friend Patty jerked violently again, rolling onto her side.
Slowly, Patty was calming now, moving her body like a snake. She rubbed her tits, belly
and thighs against the firmness of the mattress. Francie looked at her, then looked away
toward Sam. It had been quite a fuck-session. What was supposed to be just girl talk
had turned into something quite different.
"Are you okay, Patty?"
"Mmmmmmmm..."
The girl was still now, her breathing returning to normal. She stopped rubbing her tits
against the pillow and was as quiet as if she were falling asleep. Francie felt tired and
wanted to sleep. But then she heard the steady droning of a dial tone.
Craig! She had nearly forgotten him. She remembered his lewd words, his desire to
come over and fuck her now, no matter what.
"Patty. Come on, we've got to go. I don't want to face Craig now – not with my aunt
coming home soon. He'd do something crazy, I just know it!"
"Oh, Francie, come on. Oh, it's so good just lying here and thinking about Sam. What
a wonderful dog you have," Patty said dreamily.
Francie swung her legs off the bed, puffing her panties from the pile of clothing now on
the floor. She eyed Sam warily, noticing the dog didn't pay attention to her now. He
was satisfied for the time being, curled there licking his fuzzy little balls.
"Patty, come, on!"
Patty roused herself from the bed just as Francie snugged up her shorts and began
putting on her halter.
"Wow, it's like I'm covered with dog-spit all over! What a trip!" Patty exclaimed.
"Never mind. Come on. I'm leaving my aunt a note. Let her deal with Craig."
The two finished dressing, Francie hurrying Patty all the way. Francie left the note on
the dining room table, explaining she would have dinner at Patty's and would call.
"But, what'll your aunt say when..."
"Now, Patty!"
She pushed her friend through the door, rushing down the sidewalk and around the
corner minutes before Dina turned into the drive from the opposite direction.
"Francie?"
It was a few minutes before Dina read her niece's note, frowning with irritation. She
had gone shopping especially for a festive dinner this evening. It would be a dinner, she
thought, where she and her niece could finally get together. To talk as she had so
wanted to earlier. Instead, she would spend another quiet night at home alone. Well,
not completely alone. She would call Francie in a moment and find out how long she'd
be gone. And then there was Sam, Sam with... now who could that be ringing the front
doorbell? Francie had her own key.
Brushing away her thoughts about the dog, Dina made her way to the living room,
noticing a big silhouette through the lace curtains on the door.


Chapter 10

"Oh, who... who are you?"
It was odd for Dina to lose her composure in front of someone her niece's age. He was
standing there, looking past her shoulder into the house. Dina turned around, half
expecting to see Francie skipping to the front door. Surely this was the boy she had
always rushed out to meet, never bringing him inside for a short visit. He was so
handsome, so very tall and handsome! Dina lowered her eyes, feeling a blush start on
her cheeks.
"Excuse me, but is Francie home? I'm Craig, a friend of hers."
"Uh, no. No. She's over at her friend's – Patty's. If you'll come in, I'll get the number
and you can call her."
"If you don't mind. She knew I was coming over," Craig said with just a hint of
irritation in his voice.
He stood leaning lightly against the couch, looking around the room, his gaze focusing
on Dina. He seemed to see her for the first time, his eyes narrowing in obvious interest.
Dina felt her fingers turning icy as she flipped through the small brown leather phone
book. What was Patty's last name? Her mind seemed to be slip ping. All she could
think of now was this hunk standing so close to her, eyeing her sexily.
"You Francie's sister?" he asked.
"Uhhh... no, not exactly."
It was impossible for her to be sane. She put the phone directory down, hoping there
would be some number scrawled in all those loose notes Francie had near the phone.
Oh, God. He was moving closer to her. Dina felt out of sync, fumbling for something
to say yet feeling her throat grow so dry. It was then
Dina realized her breathing was shallow and rapid, something she saw the boy realized
as well.
"You know, I don't think I'm that interested in finding Francie anymore... not now,
especially since I found someone as attractive as you."
"What are you saying?"
Dina felt she had to maintain some sense of decorum, some sense of reality in this
increasingly insane situation. She couldn't even think of going to bed with this stud
nearly half her age! What would she think of herself? What would he think? What
would the neighbors say if they found out?
But those questions dimmed the moment he put his hand around her waist and turned
her around. She found herself staring into those sexy eyes, and suddenly understood
why her niece had been staying out late. "You're not doing this just to... do some thing
kinky, are you?" she gasped, feeling his hands rubbing down to her ass.
"Kinky?"
"You know, service the niece, service the aunt," Dina said, blushing furiously.
"Hey, I'm not that kind. I like you, liked you the second I saw you. And I'm hot, real
hot." And then he was kissing her, his tongue inching into her mouth while his hands
were all over her. He had her pressed against the wall, the phone falling from the table
and landing with a series of loud jangling rings on the floor.
"The phone."
"Fuck the phone."
"Please..."
Craig was kissing her again, pulling her toward the stairs. When Dina felt she was
going to collapse from excitement, Craig scooped her up, carrying the woman up the
stairs to her room.
"Your bedroom? Doesn't matter anyway," he said, kicking the door closed. Unknown to
him, Sam had followed with interest, sneaking into the small room as Craig lay the
woman down gently.
"Oh, no, no, this can't... can't be happening!"
He worked on her clothes, loosening her skirt and blouse. He stripped her easily,
quickly, letting his fingers brush over her hot cunt time and time again. He smiled with
each of her groans, a long thick cock-bulge appearing in his jeans. He was pulling his
T-shirt off now, loosening his Levi's. His long thick cock sprang out, pointing right at
her like a swollen finger. Dina smiled, rubbing her fingers along the edges of her
pussylips. There was no shame now. Nothing except desire – pure, simple raw lust, the
lust for a man's prick.
Craig wasted no time. He had her thighs spread with his strong hands, peeling her
open. And then he tucked up and under, holding her down by the shoulders while
fucking his cock into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh... "he sighed.
Dina thought she would go mad. She felt his fat cockhead driving along the seepy
velvety lining of her cunt. It had been so long since she had had a man's cock inside
her pussy. His prick was so different from Sam's. It was much thicker, much longer!
She gasped with delight, tossing her head back and forth. Her blonde hair tangled
luxuriously around her neck. She owed this boy nothing. She didn't even really know
him. They were just two people fucking, feeling it was such a good thing to do.
"Uhhhhhh, it's going deeeeeeep!" she cried.
"Lemme know if it hurts."
Craig kissed her, licking her face like a dog, like Sam!
She heard something to one side. Opening her eyes, she caught sight of the dog sitting
obediently in the corner, watching with cocked head at what was happening. Dina
smiled, feeling Craig pulling his cock back slowly.
"Oh God, when you do it that way, real slow, oh God, it's like I'm going to die!"
Dina was wriggling in his grasp, loving the way he was holding her, keeping h under
control. He could tease her or fuck her into oblivion, whatever he wanted. Dina liked
him having that control.
"Great body. Love it man, love it," he said, rubbing his hands around her tits.
"You do?" she gasped.
Craig climbed onto her a little more, pushing his cockmeat into her squishy cunt. The
noise his cock made as it fucked into her was heaven. She loved the sensation of that
thick hunk of cockmeat in her pussy. She clenched her fingers, drawing her nails over
the nape of his neck.
"Oh, don't, don't... I'm so close to cumming. I'm going to cum if you do that."
Dina realized she was talking like her younger self. She had talked like that when she
was a teenager. It seemed so long ago. It was as if she were being reborn again. She was
ecstatic.
"Oh, Craig, oh, fuck me slower, slower!" Craig eased his cock from her pussy. She
could feel hot streaks of her cunt juice dribbling down into her asscrack. She was so
soaked, frothing with pussy juice. She had never been this wet. She wanted to fuck the
boy every way there was to fuck. She wanted to fuck all night with this boy named
Craig.
"Fuck it, baby, you're hotter than anything I've ever had before."
He moved his thighs around, stirring his cock-rod, making Dina grunt with joy. In a
moment she saw the dog ambling up to the bed, his prick big and thick, jutting from
between his hindquarters. Dina was unsure of what she would do when Craig caught
sight of Sam's arousal.
"Hey, the pooch is hot for you. You dig that?"
Dina bit her lip, nodding her head up and down.
"Crazy, man. Always wanted to see a dog – and – girl show, and here's one right in
my back yard. Go on, make it with him. But I'm gonna keep my cock in you. Shit, the
way your cunt's milkin' it, I'm gonna shoot in a sec."
Sam jumped onto the bed, licking at Dina's tits, then, moving around to her thighs. He
saw Craig's prick fucking her cunt. He could hear Dina's yips and yelps of joy and
realized he wasn't about to get in there, too. Instead, the big animal moved around to
her face. Dina swallowed hard, amazed at the daring idea that crossed her mind.
"Here, Sammy, here, just move around here."
She backed the dog up, feeling his tail brush up against her face. She had sucked cock
before. And now she was going to suck a dog's cock. She groaned, reaching up,
stroking the dog's prick with the backs of her fingers. Sam growled, not moving,
waiting to see what Dina was about to do.
"Here, boy, here."
She twisted her head around, parting her lips and letting her tongue flip around his
cock. The dog started to move, barking at her. But Dina smoothed her fingers around
his hindquarters, moving her lips up, taking the dog's slimy cock in her mouth. He
stopped moving, his tail straight in the air while Craig laughed and kept on fucking
deep and hard.
"That's unreal, man. You're givin' the pooch a blow-job while I'm fuckin' your cunt.
Man, oh man, this is somethin' for the books!"
Craig's voice was harsh, broken as he smashed his groin again and again against her
asscheeks. She cried out, sucking hard on the animal's prick as a spasm hit her clit,
exploding deep in her belly. She wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. She felt
the dog's stiff, bumpy cockshaft brushing over her teeth, finally touching her tonsils.
The fur around his balls and groin made her nostrils tickle.
Craig was fucking hard now, his balls slap ping up against her ass while the animal's
cock was throbbing against her tongue. She rubbed her tongue against those strange
bumps, feeling the pointy end of Sam's prick gouging the insides of her cheeks. It was
different sucking a dog, especially from behind. But Sam was patient, standing there,
waiting for her to finish sucking his cock
"Uhhhhhhh, no, no, noooooooo!"
Craig was swatting her on the ass with an opened hand, swearing at her with that
wonderful filthy mouth and shooting his cum-load deep in her pussy She felt the cum
firehosing in her A then Sam shot, barking and yelping while he sent streamers of his
doggie-jizz into her mouth Dina was the last to cum, drinking in the dog's cum, her
cunt sucking in more and more of the young stud's jizz. A surge of incredible joy burst
over her, consuming her. It was that boy's thick, long cock doing this to her, driving
her up the wall. And then he was holding her, pressing his fingers down into her
shoulders while he lucked and fucked and fucked. Sam had jumped away while Dina
wiped the dog-cum from her lips.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
"Wild. Really wild. I'm gonna come over here again, baby. What's your name,
anyway?"
"Dina"
"Okay, Dina. Not a word to Francie, okay? She'd freak if she knew."
He was lying by her side now, stroking her tits gently.
"I wouldn't dream of telling her. And you don't mind Sam?"
Craig laughed, shaking his head from side to side.
"Think the next time, I wanna get blown while watchin' you getting fucked by the
dog."
Dina grinned. Oh, what a find she had today. And to think, her niece had given this
stud up just to have dinner with her friend. How foolish. "Yes. Oh, that would be
wonderful!" They hugged, Dina feeling the boy's cock stiffening again. She hoped that
would be a longer dinner than Francie had planned.

* * *

Several blocks away, Francie was finishing setting the table. Patty's mother had gone
out to the kitchen for a moment, and the two friends drew together.
"I wonder if my aunt's handling Craig okay," Francie said, a little worried.
"Don't worry. She's pretty square. I don' think she'd even guess what went on," Patty
said.
"Guess you're right. Craig'll sure be surprised when he gets there, won't he?"
Patty giggled, straightening when her mom came back in. Francie was thinking she
would be nice to Craig the next day. After all, she'd have to make up for the cool
treatment she was sure her aunt was giving him right now.


THE END
