DAUGHTER EAGER FOR DOGS
By Paul Gable


Foreword

For every young person there comes a time when he must confront new ideas and lifestyles. 
Each person must adapt to the changes that life presents to him. The young man
who enlists in the Army and meets people of varied economic and ethnic backgrounds;
the young girl going off to college for the first time; a teenager breaking away from his
circle of school friends to meet people on his own – all must face different and
sometimes shocking ideas and situations and deal with them as best they can. This is
what makes a person a responsible adult.
DAUGHTER EAGER FOR DOGS is a story about a woman and her daughter, and
their reaction to a totally different and unusual situation. Both Evelyn and her daughter,
Crissy, must learn to deal with the new shocking acts to which they are unexpectedly
exposed. Both learn to deal with the new experiences successfully and even enjoy them.
DAUGHTER EAGER FOR DOGS – the story of two women who take responsibility
for the direction in their own lives. It holds a lesson we would all do well to learn.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Evelyn Daniels curled her fingers into the soft back of the couch, her knees rubbing
against one another while her pussy tightened like a small wet little fist. Setting her
teeth on edge, the attractive thirty-five-year-old blonde let her head fall back a little,
feeling the soft, sexy rub of the strands against her bare back. She was warm – no, hot,
so very, very hot! Rolling her thighs, feeling the silky, subtle rub of her cunt lips against
one another, Evelyn sighed and wished her late husband Ralph were somehow brought
back alive from that terrible auto accident of three years ago. Now she was alone,
terribly alone and terribly aroused. "Ohhhh!"
That awfully itchy tingle was sparking away in her pussy, making her knees knock
against one another while her pulse raced as if it would set fire to her veins! The blonde
let out another tiny gasping sigh. She was a woman, a mature woman with a teenaged
daughter! She could control her emotions. She had done exactly that for the past three
years, raising a daughter, holding down a part-time job at the supermarket while trying
to make ends meet. Thank God for that wonderful, wonderful vodka that had managed
to settle her nerves.
"Uhhhhh!"
Evelyn closed her eyes, digging her nails more deeply into the cream brocade material
covering the couch. She wouldn't turn into an alcoholic. Oh no, she hadn't gone past
that border, thank goodness! But she was feeling the need for the liquor, for something
to deaden that awful hot itch that was taking her breath away.
"Damn!"
Her thighs were even tingling now. This was the result of those dreams – those
dreadful, vulgar dreams that were making her nervous even to lay her head on the
pillow and close her eyes. Looking down, Evelyn could see her hands shaking. She
closed her eyes once more, remembering the carnal dreams, remembering what she had
seen the night before. Men, faceless men, men with long, thick cocks chasing her,
holding her down, fucking her until her cunt was slick with that wonderful hot
mancream!
"Fucking..."
Evelyn could say the word now. Her daughter Crissy wasn't home. Fucking. Sucking.
AH the things she had done with her late husband were all things of the past. And
now... and now that burning itch was getting worse, radiating up to her belly. Evelyn
put her hand down there, pressing her fingers gently against the firm, flat skin. This
was the worst the feeling had ever been. Her cunt was puckering up, actually puckering
up under the growing tension, while she thought she would surely fall to the floor.
Evelyn found herself smiling now, almost laughing at the her present situation.
Desperate. That's what many would have called it. She was a relatively young woman, a
woman in her prime, a woman who wanted and needed men, but who was afraid to go
that extra step and find them. It would be just too complicated with Crissy about. How
could she deal with her daughter when men were rushing back and forth through her
bedroom? "Uhhhhh!"
That was a wonderful thought – to be the Whore of Los Angeles, fucking men until
their cocks finally satisfied her! Evelyn pushed back from the sofa, walking to the
gaping fireplace.
"Why is this happening to me?"
She whispered the question out loud, leaning against the fireplace and putting her icy
fingertips to her forehead. She had been "good." She had been careful not to complicate
her daughter's life with boyfriends. And yet now... now she was alone and wanting that
very thing she had denied!
"Oh!"
In the middle of her thoughts, Evelyn had failed to notice the entrance of her pet
German shepherd, Max. Straightening her back, she blinked away her earlier emotions,
smiling at the three-year-old animal. He had been her only consolation in life lately –
he and her daughter, Crissy. They had been the bright spots in an otherwise gray
world.
"Come here, boy, come here to Evelyn. That's it!"
Max cocked his head to one side, the fur around his neck bristling while his bushy tail
wagged from left to right. He was a handsome animal. Stretching his forepaws before
him and yawning, the big animal straightened and trotted over to her. Evelyn bent
down, rubbing her fingertips through the thick fur and feeling his warm nose nuzzling
her tits.
"Good boy, good. You don't want to leave me, do you, Max?"
He looked up at her, whining through his nose while shaking his body from side to
side. Reaching up, the friendly animal put one paw over her left arm, his claws barely
scratching her flesh.
"That's it, boy. I knew it, I knew you'd stay with me," she said, smiling while pressing
one cheek against his warm fur and smiling dreamily at the wall. He was one friend she
would always have. Even Crissy would eventually leave her, find friends, find a
boyfriend – even though Evelyn had been careful to shield her daughter from men and
"what they always wanted." Max, however, would be around, if for nothing else, for the
food.
"That's enough, boy. I've got to... got to..."
Evelyn stopped, screwing up her eyes and wondering what on earth she had to do.
Nothing. Nothing. Her life had turned into a large zero and now she was home alone
with this animal with nothing to do. The vodka, of course. She had the vodka to drink.
Standing up, she began walking toward the bar, feeling the sexy rub of her cuntlips
once more. Strange. The tingling, that had gone away earlier, was back now, more
intense than ever! She would have to have several drinks to quench the fire that for
some reason had flared once again around her twitching clit.
"Uh, what... what on earth's the matter with you, Max?"
The big animal had followed her to the Formica-topped wet bar, rubbing his body
against her sides. Evelyn liked that feeling and smiled. But when he pressed his cold
snout against her ankles, then her calves, and finally up on her thighs, the woman felt
uneasy.
"No, Max, that's not nice."
She slapped him as she made herself a vodka tonic. Turning around, she was about to
move into the TV room when Evelyn felt his nose slide between her thighs and bump
the underside of her cuntal mound. This was really too much! Evelyn moved back, her
legs banging against the tall chairs in front of the bar. "Stop it, Max! No!"
She pointed a warning finger at him, and pushed a few stray strands of hair from her
face. But the animal had discovered something about her she hadn't even guessed. He
was after her now. She could feel his hot breath on her inner thighs – that puffing
breath making Evelyn feel oddly giddy. Was it because the animal was exciting her
sexually? The thought flashed in her mind, making her gasp in horror at the idea.
Evelyn steadied herself against the bar, knowing in her heart she wasn't that kind of
woman. She wasn't the sort of slut who bent down and offered her bare ass to a dog, an
animal! Evelyn moved behind the bar, overturning a bar stool in her haste.
"Max, get back!"
Grabbing her drink, Evelyn rushed from the living room, feeling the icy liquid spill
onto her wrist and arm. She had to get away from this dog. Something very, very wrong
was happening, something she felt vaguely attracted to.
"No, Max, no, get away from me. Oh, you filthy animal!" Evelyn cried.
She felt her throat tightening as the big German shepherd bumped his snout once more
against her thighs. The dog was pressing closely behind her now, drawing his tongue
along her left calf. Evelyn felt herself grow weak again, her shoulders shaking while her
fingers seemed to loosen around her glass.
This was awful, simply terrible! She had to get away from this dog or God knows what
would happen. She would have to get another drink. Evelyn had already spilled most of
this one on the floor because the dog had surprised her so! She looked behind her. Max
was there, his tongue hanging from the right corner of his mouth, his gray eyes
sparkling with mischief. If she hadn't known better, Evelyn would have sworn he was
laughing at her. No! She shook her head, sensing she was losing her mind. Maybe a
walk in the garden behind the house would help.
"Get away, Max."
He had cornered her, blocking her way from the living room.
"This is silly," she said. Nothing had cornered her. She could simply walk from the
room just as she'd done many times before. He didn't have a gun. Stiffening her spine,
Evelyn did just that, her dress brushing past the dog's nose. When she felt him
swarming around her legs, pushing his snout up against the sheer nylon of her panties,
Evelyn realized she had made a mistake. The sensation of the material being shoved up
between the puffy lips of her cunt made her shiver even more. "Max... ohhhhh!"
The glass slipped from her fingers. It hit the floor, the tiny ice cubes spilling from the
glass and skittering across the dark-blue carpeting. Why was she so weak? The more the
animal touched her, the more she felt like falling to the floor. Evelyn steadied herself
against the wall. She would have to leave this room if she didn't want to do something
horribly unnatural. The dog... yes, the dog was making her sexually high. She felt her
pussy muscles aching, tensing, getting ready for a fucking. It was the same feeling she
had experienced when her late husband had stroked her cunt just before mounting her.
There was that hard, swelling ball of heat in her belly. She was panting now, panting as
heavily as the animal still swarming around her feet. Her nipples were like two tiny
rocks, itchily scraping against the soft white material of her blouse.
Evelyn gasped, frantically grabbing at the light fixture mounted on the wall. Max was
there, butting her thighs farther apart with his proud head. He was under her skirt
now, drawing his tongue over her thighs, then moving around and licking his maw
over her asscheeks. Evelyn felt the silken material of her panties soak quickly through.
Spit! Doggie spit! She was being slicked down with Max's saliva! Closing her eyes, the
woman tried to drive the facts from her mind. It was only his tongue, just his maw
touching her ass and cunt. But could she ignore it, accept it, as she stood there gasping
against the wall?
"Horrible..."
Evelyn barely managed to get that word out. She thought of her daughter. Crissy
wouldn't be home for at least another hour. There would be more than enough time for
her to... to do something with the animal!
"No!"
What on earth was she thinking of? Again Evelyn twisted about, slapping downward at
the beast. But everywhere she struck, the dog managed to duck, moving about around
her legs, his tail tickling her thighs while his tongue slurped around her pussy. She
could feel it brushing regularly against her panties, wetting down the material, making
it stick to her hot, swollen cuntmeat. Evelyn moved back, both hands pressed palm
down against the wall, her fingernails scraping hard over the smooth yellow plaster. It
was impossible for her to get the dog out from under her. He seemed to be everywhere
at once, his tongue touching all the right places and making it difficult for her to think.
"Oh, oh, no, God, nooooo!"
This had to stop. It just had to! She couldn't let the animal continue licking her this
way, drawing his tongue up her thighs and wetting down her pussy. Evelyn stumbled
away from the doorway, both hands stretched out toward the back of the sofa. She kept
kicking at the pursuing beast, catching her sandals around the coffee table and
upending it. The dog skittered away, barking nervously at the spilling magazines and
candy dish. Evelyn nearly stepped on the drink glass, looking around for something,
anything she could use to protect herself from the animal. Nothing. She had nothing
other than her commanding voice. But that was something the attractive blonde woman
couldn't find.
"No, nooooo!"
Evelyn was on the couch, her legs spread wide. Both her sandals had slipped off, and
her skirt was hiked about her knees. The dog was there, standing between her legs,
pushing her skirt up even farther. Evelyn tried to raise one hand, tried to bring it down
hard against her snout. But Max was growling at her, his ears pinning back while his
eyes slitted nastily. Never before had he looked so much like a wolf about to pounce for
the kill. Evelyn brought her hand down slowly, her heart pounding so hard in her chest
she thought it would surely tear through her ribcage. She could almost feel those long
straight fangs tearing into her flesh, ripping into her throat!
"Max, please, just go away. Please, just leave me alone!" Evelyn whispered.
She was pressing her sweaty-damp palms against her thighs, feeling the pussy juice
oozing from that moist hole between her legs. She could feel every inch of her body
now pressing against the couch, against the dog's maw. This was awful, unreal! Never,
never before had she even thought about doing something like this. But there she was,
her legs spread even farther apart, her asscheeks pillowing against the bottom cushion
of the sofa as the dog began licking her thighs once again.
"Uh, no, no, don't – don't do this to me, Max, don't, oh, I can't stop it!"
She let her head fall back, let her skirt be pushed up a little higher. Max saw her
defenses were down and went right to the object of his desires. The sudden, scalding
wet pressure of his tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart nearly sent Evelyn into
unconsciousness. She hadn't felt anything this lovely, this all-encompassing for nearly
three years. The dog growled low in his throat, bracing his paws against the sofa and
pushed in. Her knees were trembling, drawing together, rubbing up against the dog's
proud head.
"Oh, oh, no, this is awful, horrible!"
But Evelyn no longer really believed what she was whispering to the big animal. It was
good, was wonderful to have his tongue doing these things to her. She shifted her taut
ass from left to right, feeing perspiration breaking out on her forehead. Her clothes
clung uncomfortably to her flesh while her panties became more and more soaked with
doggie spit. How her nipples itched and tingled, nearly hurting with desire! If only
there were someone there to lick them, touch them, suck them! Her feet rubbed back
and forth against the carpeting, her ankles banging against the feet of the big sofa. One
wet lick rubbed over her clit, that tender, wet, loving touch sending sparks showering
into her cunt. Evelyn bit down on her lower lip until she could taste blood. Yes, she
would punish herself, would make herself pay for the delicious feelings coursing
through her body right now.
"Oh, oh, do it, do it! Oh yes, lick me... th-th-there, Max, right there!"
Evelyn kicked down the last of her inhibitions. There was no one around. Her daughter
was gone and wouldn't return for some time. It was her turn now, her turn to have
some pleasure. She had heard those vulgar jokes about women doing strange things
with dogs. They were stories to put down women, she had thought. But now Evelyn
realized there was something to those awful stories.
"Oh, yes, Max, do it, do it!"
Max pressed in harder. Evelyn could feel the cheeks of her ass rubbing up against the
back of the couch. She couldn't pull away from him now, didn't even try to.
"Fuck! Fuck..."
Evelyn stopped, opening her eyes and staring at the wall in front of her. Had she said
that terrible word? Did she really thing she would go that far with the big animal?
Blinking away her tears of joy, Evelyn looked down at the gray and white German
shepherd. He was smacking his black rubbery lips with his tongue, then diving back
under her skirt in an attempt to taste more of her pussy juices. Yes, he was smelling
and tasting her, licking up around her panties and trying to worm his tongue around
the tight fitting elastic legbands. Evelyn found herself undulating her thighs more and
more, rolling them up to his maw, feeding her pussy to him while she kept clawing her
fingertips against the soft material of the couch.
"Oh, Max, do it, do it to me!"
The woman could smell herself now, actually smell her hot pussy simmering under the
dog's steady, licking attack. What must it be like to Max, whose sense of smell was so
much greater than hers! She shuddered, her flesh puckering into goosepimples as she
thought about it. Oh, oh, how the dog licked her juices! How he lapped and licked at
them while his paws braced against her inner thighs!
"Ohhhhhh!"
Fucking. Could she do something like that? Would this lead to something like that?
Evelyn suddenly had a picture of herself on all fours, crouched down like a gutter bitch
while Max mounted her and...
"No!"
That was too much. No! She could do many things, but letting this animal fuck her was
out of the question. Dropping her hands and bracing her fingers against the big dog,
Evelyn had caught him by surprise. She shoved him back and rose shakily to her feet,
turning around and staggering toward her room. If only she could make it to her room,
she would be all right. The dog couldn't kick the door down.
"Back, babk, Max, get away from me!"
Her voice was shaking, low and throaty as she pushed herself around the back of the
sofa. He was back around her ankles now, nipping at them, grazing her flesh with his
front fangs. Evelyn let out another gasp, fearing he would tear the flesh from her legs.
She had seen him really angry once when a seedy-looking character had been poking
around in the driveway. It had been all she could do to keep the animal from bursting
through the screen door. She shuddered even now to think what would have happened.
And now the animal was threatening her, nipping at her feet. She had to get away.
"Oh!"
He had closed his mouth around her left ankle, bringing her down with a thud. Evelyn
was on the floor, her fear out of control. She let out another cry as she braced both
hands flat in front of her. The dog could fuck her now in this position. She had to get
up and get to her room!


Chapter 2

"No, bad dog! Max, please, get away from me! Oh, why won't you listen to me!"
He was growling low in his throat. She couldn't decide if it was a threatening growl or
one of excitement. Evelyn tried pushing away from him, down on all fours. But how
her cunt ached!
Somehow Evelyn managed to get to the wing chair, crawling onto the sofa and twisting
around. She kicked back at the dog, her toes pressing against his warm fur. Max
ignored her, his eyes showing he was far too excited to let her silly attempts bother him.
The dog pushed past her weak defenses, whining and nuzzling between her thighs.
"Stop this... oh please, don't... don't!"
Her words had no effect on the animal. He ignored her, pushed past her, touched her
once again. It was that tenderness, that gentle, wet brush of his tongue that made her
eyes tightly close. She dug her fingernails into her sweaty-damp palm, creasing the flesh
while more delicious tingles raced through her.
"Oh God, don't... please don't..."
The dog's tongue explored higher, moved along the insides of her thighs once more.
Why was it making her feel so horny?
"Uh!"
Max was trying to reach her drenched panties again. His tongue stretched, brushed the
narrow band of nylon. Unbelievably, Evelyn found herself moving down on the
cushion, pushing her thighs forward. The dog whimpered, moving the long tip of his
snout from side to side.
"No! Uhhhh, no!"
That horrible, wonderful animal! The nylon pressed against her inner cuntlips, forcing
them wide apart. Evelyn could hear the rushing of her blood through her veins. She
wasn't really doing this. She couldn't be letting this dog touch her cunt this way. It just
wasn't done. That silky feeling, that hot panting breath against her pussy wasn't there.
No! It had to be some sick, erotic dream. Evelyn brought her hands around, catching
the dog's head. She tried pushing him away. But Max began lovingly licking her wrists,
drawing his tongue along her arm, covering her with his doggie spit! She gave up,
letting her hands fall to her sides.
"You can't, Max, you just can't!"
He was out of control, eating her pussy, going out of his mind with lust while she sat
there and let him do it! She had to be out of her mind with herself to let something like
this happen to her!
"Uhhhhh, stop!"
Evelyn drew in a ragged breath. The dog had opened his mouth wide and was pressing
his fangs into the flesh of her thighs. He wasn't biting, just showing her he could. The
feel of those teeth sinking in, pressing on her nerves and muscles and tendons, made
her cry out. Evelyn rolled her head against the back of the sofa, hardly able to draw in
one breath.
"Max... oh God, God!"
Evelyn sobbed, rolling to her side on the couch and trying to keep the dog's tongue
away from her. A few more moments and she would be openly rutting in front of the
beast, inviting him to do something more than simply touch her with his tongue. That,
she thought, was something she couldn't do – a border over which she couldn't step.
"Uhhhhh!"
But the dog was determined to shove her over that line. He made her sob and kick,
pulling the sloppy nylon crotch panel from her pussy. He exposed the red, slick,
swollen lips of her pussy. The thick bush of blonde cuntal hairs were already slicked
down against her hot pussy meat, all pointing up toward her belly. The animal grunted
with excitement and triumph lunging at the glistening folds of her pussy lips.
"Uh!"
Evelyn jerked as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. The dog seemed
crazed, more aroused than ever before. He gouged his claws against her thighs and
stuck his nose up and down her slick, flooded pussy. Evelyn looked down; her hot
pussy juice was wetting the fur around his mouth. Max's black nostrils glistened with it.
His long pink tongue slurped over her pussy, parting the hot cleft, bathing her clit
again and again.
"Max! Max!"
It was hopeless. With a cry, Evelyn gave in to what her pussy wanted. She kicked out
one leg, curling her toes until they cramped. She had her skirt gathered around her
waist now, her fingers busily pulling and tugging at her blouse buttons. She wanted to
be naked for the beast, completely naked for his tongue and... and whatever else he
decided to do to her. She felt as if she were moving slowly in a dream, her icy fingers
tearing at the buttons, pulling her blouse off, unhitching her bra. The dog pulled back a
moment, letting her slide from her clothing. The skirt was last, billowing out around
her legs. She left her panties on, enjoying the shocking sensation of the wet nylon being
rubbed up into her cunt. Bringing her hands up, Evelyn found herself thumbing her tit
nubs, rubbing them up until they ached and throbbed in time with her pulsing cunt.
"Ohhhh, Max!"
She was spreading her legs wide now, building steadily toward a climax. The dog's
mouth was overloading her senses, making her twist and moan, a complete slave to his
every move. Putting one shaky hand down to her pussy mound, she felt just how wet
and soaked she was. She could feel the dog's tongue lapping between her fingers and
the sensitive places between them.
She laughed, closing her eyes and grimacing as a particularly powerful spasm rocked
through her cunt. She dragged her fingers back up her belly, making streaks with the
dog's spit and her own juices. When the spit dried, it increased the heat of her rushing
climax.
"Ohhhh, do it, Max, do it, touch me all over!"
She wanted to feel that tongue on all the parts of her body. The more he lapped at her,
the more he dug his tongue into her pussy, the more she wanted him! And when he
stiffened his tongue, curving it slightly and slipping it into her cunt, Evelyn thought she
would come unglued. She arched her back, beating her tiny fists against the couch and
flailing the naked backs of her legs against the cushion. Someone had entered her! Had
actually slipped inside her, touching her cuntal walls, slipping down into her pussy. It
was only then that the woman realized just how lonely, how desperate she'd been.
Cock. Cock! Evelyn needed a cock!
"Wanna cock. Wanna cock! Need a cock! Wanna cock!" she whispered again and again,
strings of drool oozing from her mouth.
She felt her panties being pulled into a tangled, twisting rope. Somehow she'd slipped
from the couch and was lying at the foot of the chair.
She felt her asscheeks shivering. Max was wetting her there, was wetting her
everywhere. Turning about, the woman got on her hands and knees, crawling slowly
around the room, her long blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. It was difficult for
her to breathe! She let out a gasp, her lungs hurting from the tension and lack of air.
Somewhere in front of her, Evelyn could see a light under the door. She crawled to it
the way an animal crawls to safety. Max was behind her, licking her ass, twisting his
head around and nipping at her panties. She could feel him dragging down her panties,
pulling them around her thighs. The big animal moved forward, pushing part of his
muzzle into her cuntal slit. It was almost like being fucked. "Uhhhhh!"
Evelyn felt her elbows bowing out then finally collapsing. That steady, pulsing itch was
getting worse and worse. Her pussylips were red and hot while her clit seemed to burn
like a tiny, red jewel. Evelyn found herself touching her pussy, feeling her finger
slipping along her wet cunt crack, the tips touching her clit again and again. She rocked
her hips slowly at first, wagging her ass in front of the dog's eyes and feeling her
tension rise higher and higher.
"Uhhhhh... ohhhhh, fuck, fuck..."
Evelyn couldn't bring herself to beg the dog for a fucking. It was going too far. She just
couldn't ask for it. That dog! That damned dog doing all those things to her! And still
she wanted more of it. Her thighs tightened and relaxed, the tendons ridging against
her flesh. Juice dripped from the tips of her wet pussy curls now, wetting down her
skin. The rug chafed her knees as she clutched at the shag piling.
"Fuck it, fuck it..."
Rolling her big ass up in the air, Evelyn bobbed her hips up and down, feeling her
nipples brushing sexily over the carpeting below. Fucking. Fucking the dog. The sound
of those words rattling around in her brain made her more and more excited. She
thought about having someone entering her, fucking her just the way Max's tongue had
been fucking her. A cock, even if it was a dog's cock, was better than no prick at all.
She laughed, her laughter quickly turning into a groan as Max's long tongue brought
out more delight from her cunt. She felt herself getting higher and higher on the
animal, the slick sound of her cuntal folds rubbing together. Spasms cut through her
like jolts of white heat. She had to do more. She had to give in to the big animal, letting
him do whatever he would with her.
"Uhhhhh, yes, yessss!" she hissed through her clenched teeth.
Max was getting ready to mount her. She could feel the tentative touch of his forepaws
up against the rounded tops of her asscheeks. A firestorm was starting already in her
belly, burning through her cunt, racing up to her tits and brain. Evelyn was half down
on the floor, the right side of her face pressing against the carpeting while her hands lay
stretched in front of her. Her ass was up high, high enough for the dog to mount her.
Alternate shocks of chilly ice and raging heat rushed through her cunt as Max sniffed
around her pussy, then began bracing his forepaws up against her ass.
"Oh, do it, do it, do it!"
There was no going back. Evelyn was frantic now, not caring about her position as
mother, her job, anything except the raging inferno turning her cunt into a dribbling
fur-fringed slot of lust. She swayed from side to side like someone drunk.
There was the first paw – then the other! Max was mounting her carefully, his paws
sliding past her ribcage, up toward her shoulders. In a moment she felt something very
hot and slick brushing up against her ass-cheeks. Evelyn groaned, her spine sagging
while she jerked her ass up a little more. Was it enough? Was it angled right? She
pushed backward, rocking slightly, feeling Max's head pressing against the backs of her
shoulder blades while his forelegs wrapped tightly around her chest. She was panting
heavily, hardly able to get enough breath in her lungs to feed her body. It was wild,
unholy, unreal, what was she doing? And there, rubbing back and forth against her
asscheeks, dry-fucking her, was the German shepherd's cock. Her cunt ached for it,
literally ached for the touch of the animal's prick. Evelyn let out a sharp cry, feeling the
hot, slick, bumpy knobs on his cock rubbing now against her clit. She thought she
would lose consciousness from the. touch. "Ahhhhh!"
Max held on tight, his forelegs nearly crushing her ribs. He was getting ready to fuck
her.
"Do it, do it... ahahahaha!"
He had done it! She felt the barb of his cock slipping into her pussy. And then... and
then he was sliding it all the way into her, spreading apart her itching, twitching pussy
walls with his knobby fucker. Evelyn pushed herself up from the floor, dragging in
huge lungfuls of breath to feed her aroused body. His blonde hair tangled around her
throat as she jerked her head from side to side, not believing the wonderful feelings
coursing through her body and mind. Finally, Evelyn was back on her hands and knees,
her head banging between her jutting shoulder blades. Her high-riding tits pulled sexily
at her upper chest, the stiff-nippled ends dragging over the carpeting. In the
background, Evelyn could hear dogs barking. A pack of dogs, maybe more than five,
six, seven, all of them barking for her, barking for Evelyn, barking for her pussy. She
liked that idea. The thought of animals pursuing her, wanting to fuck her, dogs fucking
her in twos, threes, in packs. And there would be Max, the faithful Max, ready to fuck
her no matter what happened to her. "Uhhhhhh!"
The erotic fantasy increased the heat in her pussy. Evelyn pulled in more air, feeling the
dog's large prick squeeze into her cuntmeat, tunneling in, spreading her swollen
fuckhole more and more. Evelyn dragged her fingernails over the carpet, wanting to
shred it, wanting to tear it to pieces with her bare hands. Never before, even with
Ralph, had she felt such delight saw into her body. Gasps broke from her throat as she
felt the dog's tail lightly brushing the balls of her feet. His thick coat of fur made her
perspire underneath him, while the gentle brushings of his tongue against her earlobes
made the fucking almost like... like love-making. That thought brought another
shudder to Evelyn. She wondered what on earth she could be thinking of.
Evelyn felt her cunt muscles trying to nurse the dog's cock. She had no control any
more. She could feel herself about to cum in a fury. The feverish, itching thrills were
bursting in the pit of her belly. She backed up, feeling his hindlegs pricking against her
feet. The weight of Max's body was making her back hurt, hurt in a nice way.
Everything happening to her was hurting in a nice way. Soon, very, very soon, she
would be feeling those keen spasms, those delightful jolts of climax tearing through her
body. Oh, yes, yes, it would be much better than she had ever had with her husband or
with any man before!
"Cummmmm!"
The word burst from her like an exploding rocket. Evelyn wondered if the animal could
understand her. She bobbed her ass more wildly now, surprised at her own strength.
Twice she had nearly knocked the beast from her back. But Max held on, his narrow,
black doggie ass pumping back and forth, his tail tucked in between his legs. Evelyn
thought the world was coming to an end, his long bony fucker touching all her
sensitive nerve endings.
In and out, in and out. The constant slick chugging action made Evelyn pant with fury.
Fucking! Wonderful, wonderful fucking! Fucking with that hot, hairy dog pumping his
prick savagely into her sucking, wet cunt! She nearly went down on the floor again, but
this time, her shaking arms held. She was drooling, tossing her head about like a mare
in rut. He fucked ' in and out, in and out with his cock, her clit repeatedly rubbed by
those little bumps knobbing his prick. She could hear the animal starting to make
hoarse whimpers, his claw leaving long red marks on her sweaty sides.
She was cumming. Yes, oh dear, God yes, Evelyn knew she was cumming! Her pussy
was on fire!
She curved her slim form up, then let her spine sag once again. Those itching, achey
thrills were exploring. She was starting to cum. Twisting, writhing under the animal's
steady, determined fuck-thrusts, Evelyn was starting to climax, her pussy milking at his
trembling pointed prick.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Too much! Just too much! Her overloaded brain exploded, her tongue sticking out
while Max hunkered down and buried his cock deep in her pussy. Evelyn thought she
had lost her mind. Each keen, climactic explosion ripped at her senses. She could feel
the tickle that grew to an itch and then a sharp aching, a kind of body madness that
built and took her breath away.
"Ohhhhh!"
All that remained was that wonderful wanted feeling of being filled with a cock. Yes,
that was what she wanted as well – not only the sensation of cumming, but the feeling
of having a cock in her – that nice, hot, hard cock rummaging around in her pussy,
stretching her, making her knees slip apart while her thighs tightened.
"Max, wonderful, wonderful, Max!"
She slumped to the floor, feeling the animal's cock sliding from her. The dribbling
down the insides of her thighs told her the dog had cum in her cunt. Evelyn shrugged
her shoulders tight against her body, feeling oddly pleased at having crossed that
forbidden border. Then she heard something – the slick sound of his tongue licking.
Pushing herself up, she turned about and saw Max bobbing his head up and down. He
was drawing his tongue over his cock, licking the shrinking fuckrod.
"Oh my God!"
Turning her head away, Evelyn rose to her feet. She had to keep her cool. She had to
remain calm even when her heart was still beating wildly and her cunt dripped doggie
cum. Gathering up her clothes, the woman padded from the living room. Glancing at
the wall clock, she noticed it was nearly ten-thirty. Crissy would be home soon. She
would have to shower and duck from sight. She didn't think she could face her
daughter this evening with the knowledge she and the dog – no, she would think about
it later.
"Max, back!"
The dog had begun to follow her, standing at the foot of the stairs, his head cocked to
one side while his tail stood straight up in the air. He wanted more. Evelyn could see it
in his lecherous eyes. She gripped the handrail, leaning against it, pulling her clothes up
over her cunt and tits modestly while staring down at the big beast. She felt out of
focus, not quite picking up on her feelings, Spaced. That was the expression her
daughter had used to describe people unsure of themselves and yet not making any
progress to understand. That was exactly the way Evelyn felt as she backed up the
stairs, shaking a wagging warning finger at Max.


Chapter 3

"Oh, come on, Crissy, it's just liquor. You've had it before."
The perky five-foot-three blonde hesitated, biting her lower Up. She looked up at her
friend, stopping with her panties at her knees. The opened bottle of vodka stood on the
counter with the tonic mix, two glasses half-filled with it on either side. Already Crissy
was starting to feel the effect of the booze. She knew she would do something terrible if
she kept drinking. That was the way things were with her best friend, Annie.
"I don't know. I thought somebody might find us up here and... well, you know."
Annie made a face, tossing her red curls about her bare shoulders. She had slipped from
her dress some time ago, and now lay stretched prettily on the large bed, her white flesh
contrasting attractively with the electric-blue silk coverlet.
"Nobody's home. I told you that. My mom's at one of those dumb encounter sessions
with my dad," she said, making a face of affected boredom. "Besides, they always go out
with their freaky friends or something, talking about everything they learned about
themselves," Annie finished, laughing loudly at her description.
Crissy shrugged, looking up at the posters of Michael Jackson and Prince stapled to the
brightly colored walls. Annie had everything. Her parents were terribly rich, and spoiled
their only daughter horribly. A small computer was in the corner next to a makeup set
Elizabeth Taylor would have envied. And there on a table beside a large portable color
television hummed a VCR. The red light on the top announced a tape was in the
machine and was ready to play. Crissy knew what kind of tape. Annie had told her she
had bought some racy films from somebody at school. She had been purposely vague.
That was Annie.
"It's the best way to watch these things – playing with yourself. You've done that
before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, sort of."
Annie gave her a fishy expression, running the tips of her fingers over her creamy
thighs. She stopped just at the full forest of light reddish blonde cuntal curls bushing
thickly around her pussy.
"I'll bet you haven't done it this way – with somebody like me watching, and pictures
of guys and women doing it."
Annie's voice sounded a little breathless.
"Besides, you said you wanted me to show you. So take off your panties and I will."
"This is kinda crazy. I know it's funny, since you and I are real close friends and all
but... I'm a little embarrassed."
Crissy was shocked to see her friend lift her knees, spreading her cunt apart with her
fingers.
"I can show you on myself, but all girls aren't the same. I mean, you've been doing it.
At least, you said you've been doing it. But maybe I can show you a better way. Turn
on the set."
Crissy looked behind her and stretched out one hand, pressing the "On" button.
Immediately, the large machine whirred into action. The television screen flickered, and
then strange music came on. Poorly stenciled credits announced a fuck film was about
to start.
"Ohhhh, this is going to be good, real good. See this little kind of covering?" Annie
prodded at her shiny, red cunt flesh. Right then and there, Crissy knew she was built a
little different. Her own pussy was pinker, like the inside of a conch shell. Pink and hot
and soppy wet. She thought she was even wetter than Annie looked. The redhead
fingered the tiny nub of flesh and smiled up.
"Oh, it's real nice when I play with my clit. Look!" she said excitedly, moving her head
to one side so she could see around Crissy. "They're doing it. Wow! That guy's got a
real big cock!"
Crissy turned around and found herself face-to-face with a couple doing it, and doing it
real hard! She had never seen anything like it. The picture was sharp and clear, showing
a brunette flat on her back, her legs apart and bent high above her head while her feet
bobbed back and forth. The thing shaking her body was a darkly handsome man, his
eyes squinched closed while his hips pumped up and down. Every now and then the
woman let out gaspy groans, telling the man to "fuck" harder. Crissy saw what he was
fucking her with. That long thick thing was actually battering the woman, making her
body shake and bounce back against the headboard.
Crissy felt suddenly warm all over, her cunt turning into a kind of golden liquid as she
stared at the two fucking stars.
"Come on. We'll have a real good time!"
Crissy stepped from her panties, tossing the wet things onto a chair and climbing onto
the bed. She looked down, watching as Annie began finger-fucking herself. She put her
finger down now the same way Annie was doing, feeling a shock cut through her the
second she touched her clit.
"See? Told you you'd feel something, especially with that thing on," Annie said,
nodding in the direction of the humming VCR.
"I still don't know if it's right. I mean, my mom's told me..."
"Screw your mom," Annie said breathlessly with a hint of contempt. "She hasn't fucked
for a long time. What does she know. Just watch them and me," Annie panted, twisting
her fingers around. "Now, doesn't that feel far out?"
"Yes."
Crissy was just a little surprised at the shaky quality of her voice right now. Looking
across the room she watched the pictures, then noticed to her dismay the door had been
left open. She wanted to rise and close it. But the feeling sweeping over her made her
think twice about leaving the bed even for an instant. Besides, Annie had said her
parents weren't going to be home for a long time.
"Sometimes I squirt a little baby oil on it, you know? Then I work it around in circles
with a couple of fingers at the same time. When I'm real hot, I use both hands. Christ,
just talking about it makes me wanna get fucked real hard!"
"Fucked?"
Annie and she had been friends since the cradle. But Crissy felt there were some things
the redhead hadn't told her. She watched her friend now, transfixed, seeing her body
squirming on the mattress.
"Annie... I mean, have you ever, you know, done it with a guy?"
The girl shook her head.
"Not yet. Most guys don't know what they're doing. I mean, around here. Gosh, some
of them think they can just take their thing and stick it in and a girl goes nuts."
Crissy shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her upper arm. "I don't think I'd let a
guy do something like that to me."
"The right guy," Annie corrected, giving her friend a secretive smile.
Annie sighed, letting her fingers stray between her cuntlips again. Crissy glanced at her
friend's fluffy red cuntal hair. It was the exact shade of the hair on her head, and the
way it fringed her slit, the way it made a neat little triangle there below her flat belly
seemed terribly sexy to her.
"I sure wish I could feel that some boy was going to, you know, take care of me,"
Crissy said cryptically, not wanting to use the word "fuck" yet.
"You mean screw you? Wow, so do I," Annie said, touching a particularly sensitive spot
on her pussy and arching her back. Crissy watched with surprise, her eyes rounding as
her friend grimaced. It was as if she were in pain. But Crissy had an idea this kind of
pain was the type of agony most women prayed for.
"I guess so."
"You know so," Annie said after catching her breath. She smiled at her friend, rubbing
her fingers along either side of her puffy cuntal mound. "I'll bet you get fucked before I
do. I can tell. It's in your genes."
"What?"
Annie was back to fingering herself seriously, ignoring Crissy for the moment. She was
rubbing the backs of her legs against the sheets, gasping and wheezing while pulling
her body from one end of the bed to the other. Crissy could smell the musky heat of
her body that came up from between her spread thighs. Even when she had bathed, she
had noticed the muskiness came back again in a few hours. Actually, she liked that
smell, though she'd never have admitted something like that to anyone – not even
Annie.
"Wow, this is something else! I dig doing this kinda thing. And look at 'em. They're
fucking like crazies."
Crissy turned around and saw them rearranged on the bed. The woman was... oh God
in heaven; she was taking that big thing in her mouth and sucking on it! And she kept
moaning while that man had his mouth on her thing! Crissy shivered, wallowing her
shoulders against the pillow and touching herself the way Annie was. Her friend had
been right. Watching those people on the TV screen doing those forbidden things made
touching herself all that much more enjoyable.
"It seems funny in a way that you, you know, never fooled around before," Annie
gasped, rubbing her asscheeks up against the mattress. "I always thought there was
something more to you than just being Miss Quiet in school."
The woman was saying something about "liking it that way." The man groaned,
twisting her around and sticking that thing back into her. She was smiling, her eyes
closed, her feet flat against the bed while she jerked her hips up and down. He didn't
have to move at all. She was doing all the work, fucking her brains out!
"Yeah, I guess I just didn't have the nerve. Some boys tried some stuff. But... I don't
know, my mom's pretty strict with me."
There was some noise outside the opened bedroom door, but neither girl noticed it.
"You know Billie Ann Stewart? Well, her aunt showed her how to finger-fuck herself,
and then she showed me. But I never had the nerve to go any further. But now, I don't
know... uhhhhhh!"
"Annie! Is something wrong?" Crissy asked, noticing her girlfriend jerking and
twitching as if someone were stabbing her in every place.
"No! It's so gooooood! Oh wow, Crissy, and look at what they're going to do!"
The man had the woman up on all fours. Her face was towards the camera, her ass
high in the air while the man was jerking his prickmeat over the top curves of her ass.
He was going to fuck her that way. And she looked as if she just couldn't wait to get
that cock back into her.
"Oh, this is awful," Crissy whispered, unable to take her eyes from the screen.
"And you're going wild over it, right? Wow, Crissy, don't be a hypocrite!"
Her friend was right. She was letting go, feeling herself swimming around and around,
watching that guy and girl go at it.
"Want some oil?" Annie was uncapping the bottle. "It's not going to kill you."
"I don't know... I guess so..."
Crissy swallowed with excitement, watching as her friend sprinkled drops of baby oil
onto her fingertips. She was smoothing it around her outer cuntlips while using her
other hand to slide the slick fluid into her cunt. It sounded squishy and wet, real wet.
"Uhhh, oh wow! It's just like I told you," Annie gasped, pushing her head into the
crushed pillow behind her. "Once you get going, you just don't stop."
"Oh, Annie!"
Crissy took the bottle and gingerly squeezed the fluid onto her thighs. She watched
Annie, feeling her cheeks burning red with shame and lust.
"Come on," Annie said, noticing her friend's reluctance. "It's really great. I mean it!"
Annie parted her legs even more. She was using her right middle finger. Crissy watched
as she rubbed it way down her pussy slit, then brought it back slowly, passing each time
over her clit, and giving it a lingering tickle. Her knees jerked then, her entire body
shuddering if she left her hand there for more than a moment.
"Wow, I mean, like wow!"
Annie had her eyes shut tightly now. Crissy dabbed the oil on her fingers. And when
she saw Annie wasn't watching, she pushed it between her outer cuntlips. The feel of
those hot folds surrounding her finger was enough to make her dizzy. She kept on
rubbing, not really sure where it would feel best.
"You see? I wasn't lying to you. It's really great touching yourself like this!"
"You know, I wonder just what it feels like," Crissy said after a moment's hesitation.
Annie stopped touching herself again, looking at her friend.
"What? You mean, getting fucked... like that?" she asked, nodding in the direction of
the television screen. The big stud was pumping his cock into the girl now, each of his
forward fuckthrusts making her body shake. Crissy held her breath as she watched the
woman's fat tits rolling forward while she moaned as if she were coming apart.
"Must be great. That girl's really going at it," Annie panted.
Crissy agreed, finding that special spot, that very special, sensitive spot. She tested it
with a light touch, searching out the odd little flap of soaked flesh that partially covered
it. Her breathing changed again, became more and more shallow until she found herself
gasping.
"But, it must hurt, I mean, when they break your cherry. I think I'd pass out."
Crissy looked over at her friend. Annie's eyes were dreamy and far away.
"I can hardly wait. Oh God, do I wanna be fucked! I wanna be fucked!"
Annie's voice was strained, pumping her hips up and down.
"Me too!"
Annie gave her a look as if she'd known all along that her friend wanted cockmeat.
"I guessed you did. You've been asking too many questions lately."
"I'm still scared though... thinking about it."
Annie nodded, took a deep breath, then quickened her finger movements as she split
her pussy and began fucking herself faster and faster. The redhead's belly heaved as she
drew in large breaths of air, alternating with more shallow ones. Her thighs were ridged
with tensed muscles, and she pointed her toes out against the mattress. Her hand was
working steadily at her cunt, two fingers now slick with her juices. Crissy thought she
would cum right there watching her friend getting off that way and wondered if there
were something wrong in feeling like this. Oh, oh, how swollen her cunt was red
around the edges of her pussylips.
"Ohhhhh, it gets so... so itchy!"
Annie agreed. The girl was going wild now. Crissy lay back on the bed, enjoying that
itchiness, tickling herself as her friend began rolling her hips slowly. She was moving
her cuntal mound up against her fingers, making the bed shake with her movements.
Crissy looked at the screen once more. The woman on the video was looking back at
her, her eyes glazed, her jaw slack, her face red with lust while the big stud was
pounding her cunt like a triphammer. Crissy tried moving her slim hips like Annie,
pressing her thighs against the bed and humping up and down. She let her fingertips
just grace that tiny bulge of her clit.
Instantly the teen felt a rush of unfamiliar thrills that made her head grow light. She
shut her eyes, concentrating on the delicious sensations. The feel of the coverlet under
her ass prickled her to a bouncy, humping rhythm. She spread her legs, glancing at
Annie, then looking at the video and feeling very, very hot and high. Annie was licking
her lips a lot now, panting heavily, bouncing her ass around the bed.
"Wow, I always start coming fast when... when I do this..."
Crissy frowned. The strange, convulsive way Annie was moving seemed awfully scary
and weird. Her legs were bent at the knees right now. Then she flopped them loosely
down again, digging at the mattress with her heels, and tossing her shoulders back and
forth. Her curly red hair splashed over the pillow, tangling wetly at the corners of her
mouth. She was babbling something. The sounds weren't words, really. Crissy had the
feeling it was a private, special time – that she shouldn't really be watching what was
going on. Her own body was warm and buzzy, and she wondered when she would feel
something that intense! Soon, she hoped. Annie was certainly going wild, as wild as the
woman on the screen.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Annie rolled suddenly onto her tummy and clamped her thighs tight. Her fingers still
squished wetly between her thighs. Crissy reddened again as she watched her best
friend pump her full-fleshed ass up and down. It was a fucking motion. It was so
obvious.
"Oh wow, Annie, you're... you're something else!" Crissy gasped, sawing her fingers
back and forth. She started tugging at her clit, feeling those buzzy sensations turning
into much sharper, sparking ones. Glancing at the screen again, she saw the man
pulling his cock out and moving his fisted hand up and down that long rod. How
purple his fat, meaty cockhead was!
Crissy licked her lips, wondering what something that long and thick and hard would
feel like in her pussy! And then long strings of white cum shot from his piss-slit,
spattering down on the woman's back. She went crazy, thrashing around the bed,
jerking her plump asscheeks up and down while crying out as if she were being
murdered! The man groaned, directing his spray at her head, her hair, then her ass.
Finally he stuck the thing back in, pumping more slowly, satisfying the woman as she
yelped and yowled in erotic ecstasy.
It was at that time Crissy noticed some movement at the door. She froze, fearing it was
Annie's parents come home early. Blinking her eyes, the girl saw it was far from that.
The intruder was Pal, Annie's two-year-old Doberman standing there in the doorway,
looking at the two girls. Crissy spread her fingers, covering her pussy modestly while
Annie still kept fucking her fingers.
"Annie – Annie, stop! Your dog's watching," she said, realizing it was a silly thing to
say. After all, what could a dog do? What did he know? And yet just having something
there watching made her uneasy.
"Ohhh, let him watch. He's good at that."
"Annie!"
Crissy didn't like the way he was sniffing at the air. And now he was coming in.


Chapter 4

"But Annie, your dog's... your dog's in here now!"
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The handsome black Doberman stepped into the bathroom, sniffing at the droning
television, then turning around and tilting up his head. He was sniffing the air,
smelling, no doubt, the musky odor of their aroused cunts. Crissy instinctively knew
that and wished she could open the door. But she was afraid to move. Something told
her just to he still and not say anything. Pal would grow bored and leave. But damn
Annie! She was still jerking around, fucking herself on her fingers, pumping her ass up
and down and groaning loudly. Pal looked at her, then moved slowly toward the bed.
"Keep away from me!" Crissy whimpered, sliding closer to her friend. Annie had
stopped fucking herself now. She had turned her head and looked slyly at Crissy.
"Something wrong?"
"It's just your dog. I mean," Crissy said, licking her lips and looking nervously at
Annie, "he looks so... so odd!"
Annie laughed softly, moving her hips from side to side real slow as if she were fucking
the bed.
"You know, finger-fuckin's not the only thing I do here," she said meaningfully.
Crissy shivered, feeling the hairs standing on the back of her neck. She jerked her head
around, staring into her friend's eyes. Had she misjudged Annie? Was the girl that
depraved that she would do something with – with her pet Doberman?
"Annie!"
"Oh, don't worry. He hasn't fucked me... yet. But you know, there's nothing wrong
with letting a dog touch you... you know, with his tongue. Sort of like that."
Annie indicated the television screen again with one hand. Another couple was on the
screen now, the man spreading the girl's thighs apart while his face was buried in her
cunt muff. She was rolling her head from side to side, running her fingers through his
hair.
"But a dog! Annie, that's sick! I don't think I wanna stay here."
But Pal was growling at her, standing on the far side of the bed. Annie wasn't moving,
and the screen was showing the man licking the woman's cunt in a close shot. Crissy
saw her long red pussy slit, the curls tufting on either side of her wet crack. And that
man's tongue was moving up and down slowly, real slow, barely touching her clit.
Above it all, Crissy and Annie could hear the woman's plaintive moans, her ass shaking
each time his tongue lingered around that hot sex bud. Crissy found herself panting
again. She shifted her attention to the big animal. Pal was climbing onto the bed now,
staring down at Annie.
"No, no, I won't watch this," she whispered, clutching the pillow with her fingers.
"Go to Crissy, Pal. Show her what you can do," Annie said a little maliciously.
Crissy stiffened. She let out a sharp cry, shaking her head violently from side to side.
"No, stop! No, I won't, I won't!"
She started rolling on the bed. Crissy found her knees were trembling as she stared at
the big approaching dog. She was dizzy, a little drunk from the liquor, a little drunk
from her own lust. And then... and then Pal was on top of her, his forepaws pressing
against her upper legs. The blonde held her breath, her hands pressed up against the
dog's big mouth.
"No, Pal, it's not right. I don't care what you do with her. It's not right," Crissy
whispered, looking around the Doberman's head at her friend for help.
"It's really great, Crissy. I mean, you're gonna go wild when you feel him licking you
off."
"No, no!"
Crissy drew back her hands quickly the moment Pal began growling. It wasn't a mean
growl. It was a growl of excitement. But that wasn't the point. Just having him there
near her, looking at her, staring down at her, his maw wet with saliva terrified the girl.
She could feel his breath panting against her thighs now. In front of her, the man was
still eating out the woman's cunt, his finger now shoved up her ass while his tongue slid
down into her pussy. Crissy scooted back, her heels digging into the mattress. She tried
squirming away from the heavily panting dog, noticing the mocking look her friend
Annie was giving her.
"Don't fight it, Crissy. It's gonna be fun. It really turned me on the first time, and I
didn't have a friend nearby to make me feel better about it," Annie admitted, shaking
the loose hair from her eyes.
"If you're a friend, get it away from me!" Crissy cried, tears forming in her eyes.
"If I'm a real friend, I'll let you enjoy my dog," she shot back.
"No, oh noooooo!"
Crissy could feel the velvety inner surfaces of her pussy rubbing together. She wormed
higher on the bed. Pal jumped, his forepaws striking her thighs. Crissy snapped
backward, her head striking in the headboard behind her. She felt her asscheeks tensing
with fear as the animal pinned her to the bed. In a moment, his nose plunged under
her hot cuntal mound, his tongue wetting her at the same time. Crissy was shocked
beyond belief! She beat at the animal with her tiny fists, then moved her hands back
and gripped the wood of the headboard and tried to pull herself off the bed.
"Pal's gonna follow you. He just doesn't let go. He finally licked me off in the
bathroom."
"No, I won't let him touch me. It's wrong, it's wrong!"
Crissy heard him whining, wiggling his strong body back and forth as he stood
powerfully above her on the bed. Crissy was petrified. Her cries had done no good. Her
hands couldn't dislodge him no matter how strongly she struck him. The touch of his
tongue now made her stomach buck with fear.
"No!"
Her cries were becoming weaker. She looked at Annie, fear still in her eyes. But that
tongue – that wonderful, wonderful tongue was doing the same thing to her as the
tongue on the screen did to that woman. She bit her lower lip, knowing she should still
keep screaming and fighting. But somehow the desire to fight Pal off was now ebbing.
"See? Isn't that tongue great? I should've thought of him sooner. That's why I left the
door open. You just can't make him come. He gets off when he wants to."
"Oh, Annie!"
It was unbelievable. She was opening her cunt to him. Heat and curiosity were getting
the better of her. She had fallen back now on the bed, pressing one cheek against the
pillow while letting her knees slowly fall apart. She thought of Annie and the fingers
slicing into her cunt. She thought of that girl in a doggie position, mounted by that
man, fucked into a wild oblivion, her tits jiggling with each shove. And now... now she
had her chance, her opportunity to get licked off by this animal.
Pal was growling again, going wild, snuffing around her pussy. He was licking her all
over, his tongue slopping over the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Each lick was
bringing out more and more juice. Crissy found herself smiling. That delicious tickle
around her pussy was making her smile with happiness, her bare feet rubbing back and
forth against the mattress. Annie was watching, studying her as she slowly became more
and more aroused by the Doberman.
"Annie... oh God, it's... it's something else! It's so wrong!"
Crissy couldn't find the words to describe what was going through her mind right now.
She felt him nuzzling his black nose between her cuntlips almost tenderly. She knew he
was tasting and smelling her, his tongue slopping around her outer labes, then dipping
into her pussy. Crissy drew her hands back to her sides, rubbing the dog's short fur,
starting to like the warm feeling of his body pressing against hers. Pal had stopped that
threatening growling now, realizing he had the girl in his paws.
"Uhhhhh... oh yes, yes, that's so good, so darned goooooood!"
Crissy felt his long pink tongue petting the area around her inner cuntlips. He was
licking around her clit. She shuddered with a wild fever. Pal was so completely
uninhibited. It was something totally new to her, something she was starting to enjoy
more and more. The bed creaked under her as she moved her plump ass up and down
in a fucking movement. Annie had done that earlier, fucking her fingers with her cunt.
Now she was doing it to the dog's tongue. Again, Crissy smiled, feeling saliva dribbling
from the corners of her mouth. She was getting as hot as those women on the screen.
She thought of herself doing something like that, getting sucked and fucked on screen,
turning on a lot of faceless men, jerking off in the dark.
"Uhhhh... ohhhhh noooooo! Stop him! Stop him from doing this to me!"
"You love it, Crissy. Don't tell me you don't," Annie whispered hotly, starting to finger
fuck herself all over again. "Christ! I should've let the dog touch me first. He's gonna be
all tired out by the time he finishes with you."
"Oh, take him! Oh please, take him!"
Paul wouldn't be deterred from the girl. He stayed with her, tonguing her, making her
block from her mind what was really happening to her. Yes, she knew the dog was
between her white shivering thighs, licking her off. But it was better if she kept her eyes
closed, telling herself over and over that she as being forced to submit to this horror.
The hunger in her body was forcing her. The dog was keeping her there, threatening
her with his fangs. Annie was ordering her to be still and take the animal. There was
nothing more she could do than obey them.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Crissy couldn't admit that the desire racing through her body and mind was her own
fault. She was possessed by this want, this need of having the dog's tongue licking her
up and down. She felt the hot spit rolling down her thighs and into her pussy. Slowly,
Crissy pushed her fingers down, stretching them until they reached her hot, squishy
pussy mound. How wet she was down there, wet with her own juices, the dog's spit.
"Uhhhhh, it's so good, sooo goooooood!" Pal was licking her fingers, then drawing his
tongue sloppily over her cunt, drawing out all those hot, itchy good feelings that made
her head reel.
"Yess, God in heaven, yesssssss!"
Crissy pulled out all the stops, moving her ass up and down, giving the dog more to
eat. Annie had been right. She whimpered through her nose, feeling him licking the
very bottom of her ass with that hot tongue. She felt the spit dripping into her asshole.
Lovely, lovely doggie spit. She felt hot and wet all over. Crissy loved that feeling, the
sensation she was taking some hot, all-encompassing bath and the animal's tongue was
doing all this to her.
"Nooooooo!"
Once more, Crissy tried fighting up through the lust she felt. She tried pushing the
dog's head away. But her arms trembled. Her fingers curled once again behind his
furry, pointy ears. She humped her back, pressing her swollen, wet cunt up against his
muzzle. That pink tongue drove up and down, up and down under her cuntal crack. It
was soooooo good, so shamelessly good. She couldn't stop. Crissy found herself
babbling, babbling in that same language she had heard Annie babbling in.
"Oh yeah, yeah, Crissy. It's something else, isn't it?"
"Oh Pal, yes, yes, do it, do it to me!" Crissy groaned, her cuntal muscles quivering.
The girl, felt her clit burning from the steady lapping friction. She fanned her fingers
out along the dog's neck, raising her feet from the bed. She had seen that happen on
the television screen and she was trying to imitate it. She was going to get herself in a
fucking position. She would show Annie she wasn't so dumb. She could do things her
best friend didn't even dream of.
"Crissy, what... what are you doing?" the redhead panted.
"Ohhhh, Pal," Crissy answered, purposely ignoring her friend's outcry.
"You're... you're gonna let him fuck you? Oh Crissy, no!"
Annie put her hands to her mouth, then dropped one down to her cunt and started
fucking herself once again. Crissy kept rolling her thighs, moving her legs back, back
until her knees were pressing against her tits. Every tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled
back now. Every inch of her pussy was surrendered to the cunt-hungry dog. Pal saw
this and nuzzled and licked and pressed his nose against her soaked cunt. Crissy gasped
and babbled to him as he raped her with his mouth. She brought her feet together at
the sides of his head, rubbing them just behind his ears. She was amazed at how far
she'd come in this short period of time. She had been ashamed to watch her friend
masturbate. And now... and now she was in bed with a Doberman, rolling her ass
around, loving the touch of his tongue up against her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, wow! wow! wow!"
Crissy bit her pouty lower lip. Should she let the dog... penetrate her? She had no
intention of letting him pop her cherry. But it would really freak Annie out if she were
to see her very best friend getting fucked by her own pet! And besides, Crissy knew she
was reacting to some very powerful feelings stirring inside her, feelings that said she
wanted something good stiff and hard rummaging through her cunt.
"Uhhhhhh!"
She arched her spine, giving Pal her clit again. She didn't care about anything anymore.
Crissy didn't care about her mother, about Annie, about school. The only thing that
mattered was that she was doing this and having a marvelous time at it! If only she
could have that sensation of being filled right now. She knew it, knew she would have
to go all the way with the dog.
"Oh, Pal, yes, yes!" she cried breathlessly.
Crissy tilted her cuntal hole up, feeling the animal's tongue rim the pulsing, rubbery
circle of muscles around the edge. Then he stuck it one inch inside her. She petted the
big Doberman excitedly, knowing she had crossed the barrier and was going to go all
the way.
"Good Pal, yes, yes, good Pal!"
"Crissy, you're going too far!" Annie cried.
"Not far enough... not enough!"
The young blonde teen felt her cuntal walls spasming. She could feel the muscles trying
to grab onto the mutt's black nose. Crissy was teetering on the edge of her climax. The
muscles in her thighs and ass cramped. She raised her feet high, fanning her toes until
they cramped too. Pal slowed his rubbing friction, watching the teen closely as she
rolled her ass from left to right.
"Oh yes, yes, do it, do it!"
Crissy was pitching and heaving on the bed, beating her fists against the mattress and
yammering for her life. Finally, she stretched both arms in front of her, grabbing Pal by
the forelegs and urging him forward. It wasn't too long before the big Doberman
understood what she wanted. Carefully, he planted his forelegs on her upturned thighs,
dipping his big ass down. Peering over her tits, Crissy could see that long, red, knobby
thing sticking straight out from the dog's black furry sheath. He was going to fuck her.
"No, Crissy!"
The young girl watched, her eyes big, her tits lying on her heaving chest like two giant
mounds of vanilla pudding, the nipples stiff, hard and dark red. Carefully, Crissy put
one hand down around her pussy to keep the animal from sticking his thing all the way
in.
"Fuck me, boy, fuck me," she whispered.
There was a moment's hesitation. Then the animal plunged forward, driving his pointy
end into her cunt. Crissy felt her pussy buck, the walls tightening around the invading
cock, milking it hard. It was all she could to keep her hand down there, holding the big
dog back. Just the touch of his prick against her fingers sent her off into another world.
"Oh Crissy, I don't believe this! I just don't believe this is happening!" Annie cried,
tossing her head about, pounding the backs of her legs against the mattress. She was
finger-fucking herself more frenziedly now, the digits slick with juice. Pal was dipping
his ass up and down, two inches of his cock slipping easily into Crissy's tight little cunt.
"Uhhhhh, oh god!"
All those squiggly bumps rubbing up against her clit felt deliriously good. And the way
his fuzzy little balls slapped against her fingers and ass made Crissy laugh with pleasure.
Never, never did she think getting fucked like this would be fun. But it was. She heard
Annie crying out. Turning her head, she saw the redhead fucking up hard against her
fingers once again, cumming wildly while watching her best friend making it with the
Doberman. "Pal, oh God!"
The wet, sucking sounds of his cock trenching out her pussyhole reminded Crissy of
the sound a stick makes when being pulled from warm mud. She bucked up once again,
tightening her fingers around her hole when she felt the dog touch her cherry.
When Pal seemed to be determined to go all the way, Crissy moved her hand, sliding
his prick from her cunt. The dog bucked his hindquarters again, the swollen pointy
cock sliding against her clit. Something hot flooded from his tiny piss-hole and spurted
over her hard little clit-trigger. That was all Crissy needed. She started to cum.
"Alihhhahahhahh!" she cried, bucking her wildly about. The slimy dog cream filled her
slit as the stiff cock slopped back and forth. Pleasure poured through her body like a
golden eruption. It was a demanding, hungry pleasure, more frightening than anything
in her experience. She felt her cuntlips being smeared with hot jizz. She felt the sharp
jets of dog-spunk each time the animal's balls unloaded. The animal was going crazy on
top of her, letting his full weight crush her into the mattress. Frantic to get inside, the
animal made one last jab at her cherry. But the spurting slick cum frothed out again
and he slipped sideways, spattering gobs of the stuff down the inside of her thigh.
Gasping, Crissy wiggled her narrow ass to feel the dog's cock rub up against her clit
again.
"Ohhhhh, that's the best thing, the best thing I've ever felt in my life!"
Annie moaned in agreement, still looking with surprise at her friend as the animal
hopped from the bed and began licking his balls. Crissy lay there staring at the ceiling.
Yes, this was going to be an interesting period in her life. The girl could see that right
now.


Chapter 5

"... and that's about it, Mrs. Daniels. They're going to be needing you full-time. At least,
that's what Mr. Johnson told me to tell you."
It was Matt Granger, the sixteen-year-old stockboy who worked with Evelyn during the
day. She avoided his eyes – those dreamy brown eyes that seemed to follow her all
around the store. She smiled at this schoolboy crush he had on her, being a little
flattered at the same time.
Matt was very handsome for his age – nearly six-two, broad-shouldered, and terribly
athletic, according to Crissy. And Evelyn had heard about how older women are quite
often sought out by boys his age to "initiate" them in the rites of fucking. But Evelyn
wasn't about to be Matt's "tutor." There were plenty of girls his age she was certain
would show him the ropes.
"Thank you, Matt. Oh, Max, behave yourself!"
He was pressing his snout up against the seat of her khaki trousers, sniffing her hot
cunt through the material. She pushed him away, feeling her cheeks reddening as she
stared back at the stockboy.
"Nice dog."
"Yes, he's been around for some time. Crissy and I – my daughter," she said,
emphasizing the word, "live alone, and we need some protection."
Matt was shuffling his feet, looking down, then back up at her. It was the same, 
lovesick look she'd seen at the store. But now there was something else, a kind of
assuredness that he was going to win and bed her. Or was that her own sick
imagination?
Evelyn found her breathing became suddenly out of control. And Max was behind her,
sniffing around, now licking her ankles. She was shamed, horrified at the dog. What if
Matt put two and two together and discovered she and Max were... no, she couldn't
even think it. The story would ruin her and destroy her daughter. She felt so strange
around this boy, though, so deliciously strange she didn't want to dismiss him as she
knew she should. Evelyn put one hand to her forehead and discovered to her surprise
how hot her face was while her fingers were icy cold.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Daniels?"
"Uh, no, nothing. It's just that... oh, here's Crissy now," she said, feeling her cunt
deflate while the edge pricking her clit disappeared. She was almost disappointed that
the young girl had come home from school on time. Part of her wanted this to
continue. She wasn't sure where her conversation was going with Matt, but her itchy
cunt and prickling nipples were telling her: the bedroom.
"Hi, Mom. Oh, hi!" Crissy said, tossing her books carelessly on the counter.
"Crissy, I've told you several times not to be so sloppy around the house."
The blonde looked up at Matt and blushed, collecting her books a little sullenly and
hurrying past her mother.
"Hi, Max. Gotta go and study," she called over her shoulder.
"Anyway, guess you'll be working there full-time for a while, huh?" Matt said, nodding
good-bye to the young girl.
"Yes. It'll be good for us. After Crissy's father died it's been... well, difficult making
ends meet. And it'll get me out of the house," Evelyn said, more sure of herself.
"Guess I gotta get going," Matt said, pursing his sensuous lips together and backing out
the rear door. "See you tomorrow."
Evelyn watched as the boy jumped onto his motorcycle and roared down the street. She
felt herself drawn to him in more than a motherly way. Putting both hands to her face,
she closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip. What was she doing? What could she
be thinking of? Seducing a boy who could be her son! She had to be losing her mind.
And there was Max right behind her, nuzzling her ass, sticking his nose almost right up
into her shitter! Footsteps. Crissy was coming down the stairs. Pushing the dog away,
she began preparing dinner. When she pulled the meat from the refrigerator, Evelyn
had the creepy feeling Max was sizing her up.
"Get out of here."
She shooed him with a broom. Max loped away into the other room, pausing by Crissy
and sniffing at her cunt. The girl quickly moved by, drawing in a quick, sharp breath at
his touch.
"I thought Annie and I would go to the mall tonight, after I finish homework. There's a
great movie on about some punk rockers," Crissy said, opening the refrigerator and
fishing out a carton of milk. Evelyn studied her daughter, noting with some disapproval
her short dress.
"Darling, I hope you don't intend going out in that. You certainly didn't wear that at
school today."
"Changed upstairs," Crissy said, pouring her milk and ignoring her mother's obvious
disapproval. "I'm more comfortable in something like this."
Evelyn rubbed her palms on her pants.
"I mean, it leave you... exposed." 'Everybody goes around exposed nowadays."
"Yes, I suppose they do. But it wouldn't take much for anyone to see your panties. That
skirt is very, very short."
"Well, I could go with no panties at all if you want me to," Crissy shot back, giving her
mother an impish smile, then finishing her milk.
Evelyn bit her lip. "You don't have to be sassy, young lady."
She sighed. Things just weren't going her way this afternoon. Then Max poked his
head into the room. One angry look from Evelyn made him dart back.
"Sorry. Got a headache. So, what do you say? Is it all right if Annie and I go out
tonight?"
Evelyn wondered if she and her daughter's girlfriend should have a talk. Crissy was
spending a good deal of time with Annie, and she knew so little about her. Were they
going out to pick up men? Was it just her dirty mind that was giving her all these ideas
about her daughter.
"I... I don't know. I suppose so. But you've got to be back before eleven. That's my rule,
young lady," Evelyn said, her voice hardening. She felt she was losing her grip on this
situation.
"I will, don't worry."
Evelyn thought it was easy enough for her to say. She didn't have a daughter to worry
about. Crissy dipped into the cookie jar and fished out several chocolate chip pastries,
skipping from the kitchen back into the living room. She wanted to say something
more as she watched her daughter's pert ass wag up the stairs. She wanted to apologize
for saying things that didn't make sense to a girl Crissy's age. Instead, Evelyn found
herself striding angrily into the kitchen.
Dinner was served, Crissy chatted excitedly with her mother about anything. Evelyn
watched her daughter suspiciously, certain something was "up." Again, she wished she
could talk with Crissy. But whenever she mentioned something personal, the girl
backed away. Max, thank God, had kept his distance, remaining in the kitchen and
waiting patiently for his dinner.
After helping with the dishes, Crissy assured her mother her homework had been
completed. Taking a light-blue jacket and having changed from the short skirt to a
longer one, Crissy skipped from the house, closing the door lightly behind her.
Evelyn waited in the kitchen, her ass pressed against the counter, listening to the silence
of the house. It was too quiet, a tomb! There was something unhealthy about having a
house this quiet. She looked at the big dog now standing in the doorway. He had his
head cocked to one side in that inquisitive, curious way of his, his tail slowly wagging
from left to right while his nostrils quivered. Could he smell her? The thought that Max
could smell her cunt gave Evelyn more shivers than she could stand. She strode past
him, wiping her palms against her sides. She locked the living room door, drawing the
drapes. Crissy would be home between ten-thirty and eleven. It was seven-thirty now.
No one was expected. She could have all this time to take care of that dreadful itch
making her pussy so hot! "Max, come here."
The dog moved up to her right leg, nuzzling her, rubbing his body against hers. Was
doing it with a dog something shameful? Evelyn was no longer so sure. He was
something positive in her life. A woman needed more than she had. She wondered
what it would be like to go out on a date – with Matt! Evelyn giggled. Moving to the
bar, she fixed herself a little drink, downing the liquor and feeling all those little lumps
of mental poison dissolving. Good old vodka. The universal dissolver. Sighing, Evelyn
walked to the sofa, loosening her pants and letting them fall to her ankles.
"Max..."
She was calling to him now, inviting him to rape her with his tongue, then his cock.
She took off her shoes and thought about sex, about how good it had felt with the dog.
It was as if she had discovered it for the first time. Then her mind drifted to Crissy as
Max approached her, his tail moving slowly from side to side.
Leaning on an elbow, she took another drink, feeling the liquor warming her belly. Her
daughter had such large tits and a firm ass. It was perhaps a terrible thing to think
about, but there it was. It must come from her side of the family. Firm, large tits.
Evelyn smiled, cupping one hand under her tit-globes. The touch gave her a chill. Her
first inclination was to stop touching. Then she thought of Max, and kept on feeling
herself through the blouse.
"Oh, Max, we're going to have some fun this evening, aren't we?"
Leaning forward, Evelyn slipped off her blouse, then unhitched her bra and let it fall to
the floor. All she was wearing now was her panties. She began rocking her hips, the
buttery heat in her cunt spreading. It oozed out to dot the blonde curls with dew. The
effect was wonderful, especially when she touched her nipples and began pinching
them.
"Oh, good doggie, come here and lick me. Come on, doggie, come on!"
She was wanting the dog as she had wanted her husband earlier. Her breathing had
grown shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head against the back cushion of the
couch. The hand resting on her belly was trembling.
"Uh!"
Then Max became impatient, leaping up, pushing her back down on the sofa. She liked
this, loved the sensation of being possessed by this animal. She felt his sharp teeth
nipping at her panties, tearing them. It was wonderful, heady.
Max was growling, pulling the panties from her in shreds. In a moment, Evelyn looked
down. Her thighs had been stripped now. The white panty silk hung in shreds at her
ass and over her belly. She knew she'd been completely exposed. He was lapping at her
ass, then drawing his tongue over her pussy. The moment his sloppy mouth touched
her fuzzhole, Evelyn stiffened, arching her spine while shoving her head into the sofa
cushion behind her.
"Ohhhhh, nice, nice, nice!"
Max pulled out, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly as he licked up in hot
expectation. Reaching down, Evelyn guided the dog, her fingers rubbing up against the
sides of his head. Max let her touch him that way, licking wherever she moved his
mouth.
"There – oh dear God, there, it's so good! So wonderfully good when you lick your...
uhhh... lick your tongue over my cunt Max!"
The big German shepherd was licking up her thighs now, purposely keeping away from
her cunt for the moment, making her pant for more slick rubbing. Evelyn found herself
sliding down, falling from the couch. She just couldn't enjoy the dog's licking while she
was sitting like that. Pushing the coffee table out in front of her, she slipped to the
floor, feeling the carpet piling tickling her asshole. The dog moved around, bobbing his
head, slurping around her knees, then moving his tongue down to her pussy.
Evelyn laughed, rolling onto her belly and rubbing her cunt and tits against the
carpeting. She felt him nosing around her ears until she was completely wet. He was
licking down her back, touching all those hollows, wetting her down with his tongue.
She let out a shivery moan, her legs kicking out as a particularly powerful spasm raced
through her pussy. Slowly she found herself raising her ass, bracing herself on her
knees and elbows and wagging it for Max. Yes, it was all for Max! Her cunt, her ass,
everything she had was for the big animal.
The dog grunted, wetting each asscheek with his broad, sloppy tongue. He smoothed it
now between her cheeks, wetting it again and again until hot spit dribbled into her
shitter. How good it was! It was something she loved doing, making her arch her back
more. She rose up on her knees to give Max more room. She was panting every bit as
hard as the dog, her tits brushing up and down against the floor.
"Come on, Max, come on, fuck me. Oh oh, oh! That tongue, that tongue!" Evelyn
panted, shaking her head. She was a dog, a bitch in heat, offering her cunt up to the
big, panting animal. She loved the way his tongue slid greasily up and down her pussy,
barely touching her clit, then tickling on down to her asshole. She squeezed her
asscheeks together, jerking them up and down, loving the feel of her cuntlips rubbing
against one another. And all the time there was that tongue slopping into her hole,
curling around her clit, drinking up the juices seeping from her pussy.
"Good, good, good!"
It was almost more than she could stand. He moved his snout up and down through
her pussy slit, forcing her inner labes apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt. It was
what she'd been wanting for oh so long! And now she was getting it. The woman
moaned loudly, moving forward, resting her head against the bottom cushion of the
sofa.
"Uhhhhh, do it, do it to me, Doggie! Oh Max, Max, oh God!"
Her voice was shivery and shrill as she bobbed her jiggling ass in front of the animal's
eyes. The Shepherd growled, letting his fangs nip along the puffy outer labes of her
cunt. The feeling nearly made her pass out with delight. Evelyn grimaced, making a
face of pain while snorting in air through her flared nostrils. She humped back, begging
for more, wanting to feel his tongue more.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
She didn't know how much longer she could play this game of give and take. She
clawed her fingers over the carpet, wanting more sensation, more pleasure. Flames of
incredible heated goodness licked up along her inner thighs. The sensitive spots
between her toes itched. She pushed back at the animal once more, feeling her body
responding quickly to the big animal's tongue.
"Oh, this is it! Yes, this is it!"
Evelyn knew she could cum right now if she wanted it. She knew the froth bubbling
from her furry pussy slit was about to turn into lava, running down her thighs while
her pussy muscles contracted in that wonderful dance of climax. But she had other
plans for her and the animal. Holding back, Evelyn moved back away from the dog,
twisting around and resting one cheek against the sofa cushion. She fought for her
breath, grinding her teeth together and trying to push back the desire to cum.
"Oh God, God, God!"
Max was still pursuing her. His tongue had entered her body, forcing her meaty
swollen cuntal walls wide apart for him to suck out more of her juices. Fucking. Yes,
that's what she needed.
"Fucking..."
This time there wouldn't be any second thoughts. This time Evelyn knew what she was
doing and wanted that dick in her cunt badly!
"Come on, boy, fuck me, fuck Evelyn!"
Wagging her ass, smelling herself while the animal sniffed at her pussy, Evelyn got
ready for the fucking of her life. A dog's cock slipping into her, gouging against her
cuntal walls, spreading her apart while his big furry body pressed down against her
back. That's what she wanted. Max sensed this and began climbing into her, placing
both forepawas just beyond the small of her back.
She felt the lovely pressure against her flesh, felt the light scratching of his claws over
her skin as she braced herself, stiffening her elbows. He was moving more onto her
now, his hindquarters pattering nervously behind her ass as he looked for a comfortable
fucking angle. Evelyn let her head fall down, breathing heavily through her mouth,
wishing the animal could hurry his mounting. Her cunt was a burning jewel, throbbing
and pulsing, waiting for entry.
"Uhhh, Max, hurry, I... oh God! Ahhhhhhh!"
Her pussy quivered. Itchy, achey sensations tickling up and down her cunt while her
flesh grew tight against her bones. He had entered her, fucked her, slipped his fat,
meaty doggie cock into her cunt. And now those forelegs tightened around her chest,
hugging her hard while more of his prick squeezed into her pussy.
"Oh God, God, do it!"
She felt that barby prick tunneling down through her, forcing the swollen meat of her
pussy apart. It was what she'd needed all along. Fucking. Good hard fucking from that
darling animal! She began prancing her ass around in circles, perspiring from the
animal's weight and heat. Max had flattened his head against her shoulder blades,
licking her neck while still driving his fuckmeat into her.
The fuckthrusts were becoming faster and faster, each one making her body shiver
against the sofa. She knew she was cumming fast.
Evelyn wanted to slow him down, to make him take his time. But in the end she
surrendered to the dog's better judgment, too weak to stop herself. Her will power
disintegrated under Max's hard fucking. Her thigh and ass muscles tensed until they
cramped while the dog rounded the final curve in his fucking spree. "Fuck meeeeeee!"
Evelyn plunged and writhed and grunted with the ecstatic hot tickle that built to a
sharp crescendo and choked off her breathing. Stunning spasms of delight ripped
through her body, blinding her to everything except the delicious pleasure exploding
hotly between her shivering legs.
"Yag-ghhhhhhhhh!"
Evelyn thought she could feel his cum spurting into her pussy hole. She didn't know,
didn't even care. As the dog climbed off her and Evelyn sagged slowly to the floor,
feeling more satisfied than she had in years, she only knew she would have to be
careful. After all, Crissy was still too young to hear about men and women fucking, let
alone women and dogs.


Chapter 6

"Come on, Pal, come on, boy, come on and fuck me!" Annie cried, jerking her ass up
in the air and rubbing her slender fingers on either side of her pussy.
"Oh, Annie, come on! He's not going to do it if you keep hunting him down like that."
The big Doberman was sitting on his haunches in Annie's bedroom, his tongue
hanging out. Both girls had stripped naked, Annie now kneeling on her hands and
knees while wagging her ass in front of the beast.
"I don't care. He fucked you. It's his turn to fuck me! He's my dog!" Annie whined
petulantly.
"He didn't really fuck me." Crissy said, reddening a bit, and shifting position on the
bed, "he didn't get past my cherry. I stopped him."
"So what?" Annie cried, rubbing her asscheeks together, then backing up into the
animal. She rolled her thighs up in the air, wriggling her ass while calling softly to the
panting animal. "You had him inside you. That's all that counts. Now it's my turn."
Crissy watched, sighing heavily. She had told her mother she was going to be at the
movie with Annie. Again her best friend's parents weren't home, and she and Annie
were back with the dog.
"Oh, he's gonna do it. He's gonna do it and I'm not gonna make him stop at my
cherry," Annie said, looking up slyly at Crissy.
"You're going to let him... let him fuck you all the way?"
Crissy was aghast. Fucking was bad enough to some people. But Annie was going to let
the animal pop her cherry – right there in the bedroom!
"No, that's crazy, that's..."
Pal trotted forward, sniffing his mistress's ass, then stretching out his tongue and licking
it across her plump, jiggling asscheeks. Annie's face slackened, going white as the
animal touched her with his tongue. She nearly fell to the floor, catching herself, then
prancing her ass higher for the big dog. Crissy sat cross-legged now, feeling that tight
hot itchy feeling starting up again between her legs as she watched her friend carry on
in front of the beast. Pal was licking into the girl's pussy now, becoming more and
more aroused as his tongue slopped deep in her cunt. Annie's face was a mask of
intense concentration and pleasure, streaks of perspiration straining her flushed cheeks.
She bobbed her ass, twisting her body around, trying to get as much spitty friction from
the licking animal as she could.
More moans of delight escaped her, her tummy muscles tightening while her thighs
ridged each time the dog touched a particularly sensitive spot. She was letting out lusty
little grunts now, humping back, making fucking movements with her thighs and ass.
Crissy let her hands stray to her cunt, the fingers stroking her fur-edged labes while her
knuckles touched her clit.
"Ohhhhh, Annie, you look... you look real nice doing that!"
"I do?" she gasped.
Pal was growling now, his sounds smothered by her wet, dripping cunt. Crissy watched
as he braced one paw against the girl's rounded ass, burrowing his maw into her cunt.
Annie's lower jaw slackened, her eyes glazed over and rolling up into her head as the
animal tunneled deeper into her pussy.
"Oh, he's touching it with his tongue!" the girl cried, jerking her head from side to side.
"He's touching my cherry with his tongue, Crissy! Oh, I'm gonna die!"
"Oh my God!"
Crissy felt her cunt catch fire. She wanted to be down there, crouching with the dog,
having him touch her with his tongue and then fuck her with that red knobby prick.
Looking down now between his hindquarters, she could see his dick sticking straight
out from between his thighs. She could see those bumps, that pointy head, those furry
black balls hitching tightly up against his groin. She remembered that delicious touch,
that sensation of being fucked, of being filled with the animal's cockmeat. She wanted it
again.
For one mad moment Crissy thought of sliding off the bed and crawling on her hands
and knees next to Annie. But instead she sat there, playing with herself, stiffening one
finger and pushing it into her hot musky cunt. How the muscles clamped down on the
invading digit, milking it now as if it were the dog's prick!
"Uhhhh, oh he's gonna do it! He's gonna fuck me now, Crissy!"
"Annie!"
The two girls let out a groan as the dog mounted the tiny redhead. Crissy gasped,
seeing how quickly her friend seemed to disappear completely under the big
Doberman's body. His powerful forelegs encircled her waist while he nuzzled his head
between Annie's jutting shoulder blades. And the way he was moving his thighs! The
girl blushed, wondering if she had looked as helpless, as sexy, as Annie did now. The
redhead was making choking sounds, telling the dog to move one way, then the other,
positioning herself under him. And then... and then Crissy heard her friend let out an
unmistakable cry of delight and pain.
"Uhhhh... ahhhhhhhh! Oh God, Annie, he's in me and he's killing me!"
Annie let out another cry, her body shuddering and writhing under the heavy black fur
of the Doberman. The girl's fingers curled, her nails scratching at the floor while her
entire body shivered. Pal's body pushed up, his thighs working up and down, up and
down in tiny fucking moves. Then Annie's cries ebbed into sobs.
"Oh, oh, he's done it! He's done it! He popped my cherry, Crissy. It's gone!"
Crissy felt a shiver of delight rush through her. Her cunt was becoming a furnace of
chilly heat as she strummed her clit with one thumb, fucking herself with two fingers
now. In and out, in and out, she pushed her fingers, twisting them around, pretending
they were Pal's cock fucking her. Annie's elbows bent out then stopped, the girl finding
strength and pushing herself back up into that kneeling position. Pal was happy. He
was all the way inside a woman now. His ass began humping regularly now, his stubby
tail wagging from side to side while his pointy ears flattened against his head.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Annie was making low guttural grunts, fucking back at the dog, shaking the loose red
hair falling continually over her face. Crissy could see her friend was having a
wonderful time. She could hear those groans, could hear the sound of Pal's prick
slipping in and out of her best friend's cunt. Annie let out another cry, babbling wildly,
her knees starting to draw together. Then suddenly she let out another sharp cry.
"Cummmmmmrammmm!"
Pal let out a growl at the same time, barking twice, then shoving his hindquarters down
hard. He was cumming inside the girl while she climaxed. Crissy fucked herself wildly,
moving her body around the bed so fast a sweat broke out on her upper lip. She felt a
hot dampness under each tit. She was cumming too. Yes, she was climaxing while her
friend was getting fucked by her pet Doberman. More heat sliced into her clit. The slick
click of her cuntal folds and lumps of squishy, darkly colored flesh reached her ears.
Then the throes of orgasm cut through her like a knife.
"Cummmmm!"
Crissy threw herself back down on the bed, beating her legs against the mattress.
Thrilling spasms of lust rushed through her body. Firestorms of delicious sexual heat
burned through her while in the distance she could hear Annie's cries of lust reach her
ears.
When she opened her eyes, she heard her friend moaning at the foot of the bed.
Fighting through the glow that had settled over her body, Crissy crawled forward,
peering over the mattress. There, stretched prettily on the floor was Annie, face down,
her ass still high in the air. Smears of doggie jizz and pussy juice glistened on the backs
of her thighs, while in the corner Pal was squatting, licking off his shrinking balls and
cock.
Crissy rubbed her upper arms briskly, feeling gooseflesh breaking out all over. She had
satisfied herself with her finger fucking for the moment. But seeing this – seeing her
friend on the floor that way, her cunt open still while the dog was licking his cock – it
made her shiver with excitement all over again.
"Oh, Crissy, you were right. Having the dog fuck you – there's nothing like it!"
Annie moved her hands, pushing herself up and turning around. She gave her friend a
dreamy smile, moving her fingers over her cunt.
"Did it... hurt?" Crissy asked hesitantly, referring to her popped cherry.
Annie shrugged, rubbing her fingers slowly around her cuntal mound.
"Yeah, kinda. At first. But then... wow, having the dog's cock in you all the way...
there's nothing like it!"
Crissy was sure her friend was right. But somehow she felt it was wrong giving herself
totally over to a beast like that. She would wait for someone, some guy to take her like
that.
"I'd better get home," she said, feeling a little out of focus.
'Mmmmmmmmmmmm.' Annie was still moving on the floor like a snake, as Crissy
draped her skirt over her shoulders, letting it fall around her waist. She buckled her
sandals, tucked in her blouse, then reached down and slipped her feet through her
panties. The juicy heat in her cunt was already soaking through the sheer nylon of her
crotch-band. Nothing had happened between her and the dog, although now Crissy was
sorry she hadn't somehow tried to get Pal's attention and steal him from Annie. But she
pushed the thought from her mind. She just wasn't that kind of girl.
"I'll call you later," Crissy called over her shoulder, throwing her sweater about her
body. Looking back one more time, she saw Annie still on the floor, breathing deeply,
squirming against the carpeting. And there in the corner was Pal, still drawing his
tongue over his cock and balls. She shuddered, slipping from the room and rushing
down the stairs.
All the way home, she felt the seeping heat of her cunt exciting her more and more.
She thought of Pal, thought of the way Annie had looked under the animal's body, then
thought of Max in her own home. Mother would be there. Mother would provide a
challenge for her to get around. But the way her pussy was burning she had to find
some way to get to Max without her mother learning.
Before she realized it, she was standing in front of her home. The living room light was
on. Stepping up to the porch, she saw the blue light of the television shining through
the drapes. Opening the door and peering in, Crissy saw her mother was fast asleep in
front of the set. Soft, gentle snores told the girl it was a deep sleep. And there, standing
in front of the stairs was Max, his head pricked up as if he'd been waiting for her to
come back.
"Oh, boy, boy, this way," she whispered, tiptoeing past her mother and hurrying quietly
up the stairs.
As if she did know what was about to happen, he rushed ahead of her, panting heavily,
but not barking. It was like they were two conspirators. Crissy didn't even turn on the
hall light. She stretched out one hand, feeling with her fingers along the wall until she
came to her bedroom door. Quickly she opened it, let the animal trot in, locked it
firmly behind her.
"What could be so wrong about this?" she whispered, undressing for a moment, then
reaching out and turning on the nearby lamp. Standing there naked before the mirror,
Crissy enjoyed staring at this odd tableau – a woman and her dog, a woman and her
lover. She smiled, her smile fading quickly the moment Max touched her with his
tongue. "Ohh, good Max!"
Crissy bent one knee, moving it apart from her other leg. Max sniffed at her puffy
cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue pressed along her closed slit, the girl made a tiny
crying noise in her throat. She put her hands behind her, stretching her long limbs,
admiring her tight body there in the mirror. Someone said she had the body of a
dancer. Maybe they were right. She certainly was well-developed for her age.
"Oh!"
Max moved around to get a better angle at her body. Now Crissy could feel the long,
hot-wet sweep of his licking across the underside of her cuntal mound. She saw her
slack mouth in the mirror, her drooping eye lids. Was she ashamed to look at herself?
"Come on, Max, come on, oh this is nice!"
Maybe it was the mirror. Maybe that was exciting her more than ever. Crissy didn't
know. She was learning new things about herself and her sexuality every day. And oh,
oh, how good it was! Crissy couldn't resist the temptation to put her fingers down and
part her outer labes.
How nice that sensation was! Max's sloppy pink tongue went deep, raking up to touch
her clit. She felt sparks of delight bursting through the delicate lips. A new froth of
cuntal juice coated her cuntlips. In the mirror she could see the glistening pink color of
her hot pussy. "God!"
She could see his red cock dangling from between his hindquarters. She gasped,
remembering again the feeling it had created in her when he'd fucked her.
"Max!"
Her mother would never know. Her mother wouldn't hear a thing. She would be
through before Evelyn rose from her comfortable chair downstairs. Max was moving
around her, licking her all the way, sticking his tongue in her pussy hole. Was there
some way she should be, some way she should act in front of the licking dog? Crissy
frowned, feeling another hard spasm ripple through her cunt.
"Oh!"
The phone! It was ringing. Her phone. Crissy jumped, wondering who on earth could
be calling her now? Annie, she guessed, calling to tell her about how wonderful she felt.
Pushing the dog away for a moment, Crissy ran to the bed, fearing her mother would
awaken at the ringing sound of the telephone. Behind her Max was walking, wetting
each asscheek as she moved.
"Yes, hello?"
"I wanna suck your cunt."
Crissy stiffened. The voice at the other end of the phone sounded cocky, self-assured.
The girl squeezed the receiver in her damp palm, trying to push the dog away as she sat
at the end of her bed.
"Who is this?"
"Don't matter. I know what you do. I've seen you fucking with the dog. I don't care. I
wanna get at that pussy."
Crissy nearly fell from the bed. She looked at the window, realizing she'd forgotten to
pull the shades down. Someone looking up from the street could have seen her playing
with Max.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said in a hoarse whisper. Crissy felt her
cheeks burning with shame. Someone knew her secret. She felt as if the whole
neighborhood were staring up at her room now, pointing and laughing while her
accuser talked filthily into the phone receiver.
"Sure you do. You're gonna do it again with the pooch. I know your type," he went on.
"But you're gonna do it with me. I'm gonna come there and see you."
"You can't see me," Crissy blurted into the phone, twisting her fingers nervously on the
coil.
"I wanna do nice things to your body."
He went on. She could hear his breathing. He sounded as excited as Max was making
her. "I wanna roll your tits around, suck those nipples, touch your cunt with my
fingers. Nice and slow. I'm gonna finger-fuck you nice and slow while I suck your tits."
"I'm going to hang up the phone right now."
"No you won't, you won't 'cause you like hearing me, right?"
Crissy thought she would die. She felt as if she were losing control of this situation. She
was getting this dirty phone call while the dog was forcing her thighs apart, pressing
the sloppy folds of her cunt back to give him room to lick at her clit. She wanted to
rest. Max wiggled his snout against the mouth of her pussy. Crissy sucked a ragged
breath and collapsed backward on the bed, her thighs spread helplessly for the animal.
She could no more stop him now than she could hang up. She was ashamed but
curious about the new sensations, the combination of words and a dog's tongue.
"You still there? You got the dog takin' care of you while I talk?"
"Uhhhhhhh..."
"Yeah, I thought so. I'm gonna eat those pretty tits of yours 'til you babble."
Crissy panted hard, feeling dizzy as Max gained another inch. He growled softly while
rimming the edges of her cunt mouth. She could feel her tense muscles convulsing deep
inside.
"I bet you haven't had anybody bite you nipples. Well, I'm gonna bite'em. Then I'll eat
your pussy, maybe eat it better than the dog."
"No, stop it! I don't want you saying anything anymore!"
"Then hang up."
Crissy made a move to put the receiver back in the cradle. But she couldn't move. The
dog was doing odd things to her, things made more intense by the man's dirty talking.
Oh, this was so strange, so new, so delicious!


Chapter 7

"Then I'm gonna fuck you, you know," he went on, "my cock's big and hard – about
eight inches, with a good meaty head. It's all dark at the tip. I'm workin' my fingers
around it now, greasing it down with cum."
Crissy thought she would die. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. She was
dizzy, her cunt flooding more juice for the dog to lick up. She knew she was going to
go to pieces. She just knew it.
"I'm going to hang up."
"... real slow is how I'll do it. I'll even let you put it in. You ever put a prick in your
hole? Lots of girls like feeling a man's cock, then sliding it in real nice. You think you'll
like doing something like that?"
"Stop it!"
Crissy felt the spasms starting up again, racing through her cunt. She was kicking the
backs of her heels against the bed while squirming like a snake against the bed. She
could feel the soft coverlet gathering up under her ass, the cotton material squeezing up
into her asscrack.
"Yeah, you won't be saying that once I get my dick up into you, rodding you, stretching
you open. That's what's gonna be real nice, stretching you wide open while I feed you
my prickmeat."
"No!"
Crissy was gasping for breath. She felt as if someone had put a pillow over her face.
Max had shoved his tongue inside her cunt. It was as if he were searching for
something. What did he think was inside her body? What could a dog possibly know
about a woman? The man was whispering now, almost licking the phone with his
tongue. She could imagine him now standing in the dark, the phone wedged between
his jaw and shoulder while he worked his fingers around his cock.
"Man, bet your cunt's hot and juicy now, just as hot and juicy as my cock. I'm gonna
stretch you with that thing until you squirm and cry and beg for more. Yeah, you're
gonna be beggin' for more cock when I fuck you."
"Nooooo! I'm going to hang up now. Don't you come over here. I don't want you
coming here. I'll have my mother call the police. Get out..."
Crissy had already begun to move her ass up and down, up and down in a fucking
movement against the dog's snout. She wanted him to fuck her. But having the dog
doing that while that man was there, almost staring at her, seemed somehow oddly
shameful. She tilted her hips to one side then jerked them the other way. Her tender,
glistening cunt flesh stretched tantalizingly, opening more secret hollows for the dog's
mouth.
"I bet I can make you cum lots of times."
The earpiece was sweaty-hot against her ear. Crissy found her hand trembling
uncontrollably.
"I can go real slow – you'll be beggin' for me to hurry up. Maybe I'll just tease you a
little and make you suck it before I stick it in again."
"Noooooo!"
Crissy shuddered. She tried hanging the phone up, but she heard the man laughing
again. She put the receiver back against her ear, relishing every filthy word the man was
telling her. The wet mess between her legs was throbbing now. Her cunt was feverish,
swollen. The headboard was banging loudly against the wall as she thrashed and
writhed under the dog's licking and the man's dirty words. Her fingers curled in the fur
of the dog, holding him hard against her cunt. He had to fuck her. He just had to while
this was going on.
"Come on, baby. Come on and lemme fuck you. I wanna see your eyes pop out when I
let you stick my cock in your cunt."
"Stop it! I'm going to hang up!"
Crissy groaned. She raised her knees, pressing them against her tits. The phone fell
from her fingers, tumbling to the floor. He could hear her groans. Surely he knew
something was going on, something between her and the dog. It didn't matter. Let him
get off in his phone booth or bedroom, or wherever he was. She was going to enjoy the
dog, let him fuck her. She thought of that voice, of the man who said his cock was long
and thick and meaty at the tip. She wanted that, wanted that inside her.
"Max..."
The dog climbed obediently onto the bed as she squirmed back, her knees still pressed
against her tits. She could hear the man calling to her from the receiver on the floor.
She didn't care. Crissy wriggled her ass, letting the dog lap her more and more. She
groaned, heaving her ass wildly as the throes of orgasm threatened her. He was licking
deep into her tight, hot hole. She could feel his spit dripping into her ass. Oh, oh, it
was so good, so very good! And then Max was on top of her, his claws scraping hard
over her thighs.
"Yes, do it, do it," she whispered, feeling her toes touching the back of the mattress.
Max was dipping his cock into her pussy, teasing her the same way that strange
madman had said he would tease her. Crissy squirmed again, feeling that pointy cock
brushing over her clit, letting more current seep from the tiny fuck bud and race into
hex cunt. And then... and then he was fucking her, sliding that awful, bumpy,
wonderful fuckrod into her cunt-hole and shoving it down until it touched her cherry.
Crissy gasped, her eyes fluttering open. Looking up at the big dog, she wondered for
just a moment if she could let him go through with this.
"Oh, ohhhhhh!"
She squinched up her eyes, bracing her palms flatly against the dog's powerful chest.
She could feel his heart beating as quickly as hers, while her cuntal muscles cramped
shut and trapped Max's cock inside her. He threw his head to one side, letting out a
baleful moan.
"Sh! No, Max, you'll wake mother," she cried, knowing the obscene caller would hear
the dog's cry.
Crissy moved along the bed, feeling a sharp pain developing between her thighs. There
would be pain. She had heard Annie screaming. And then... and then there were more
cries of agony before they turned into pleasure.
"No, I can't!"
Again she reached down, cupping her fingers around her cunt and preventing the dog's
dick from sliding in all the way. Frustrated, angry, Max growled, snapping his jaws
while dipping his ass up and down, up and down, attempting to work his cock deeper
into her.
"Uh! Uhhhhhhh!"
She was stretching out, feeling her cunt broadening around the German shepherd's
prick. She could feel his panting, puffing breath against the side of her neck.
Then Max did a strange thing. He moved his cock out all the way, letting her cuntlips
slip together. Crissy cried out in frustration, feeling her convulsing cunt clasping futilely
at it. But it was gone. She ground her teeth, rolling her thighs about in frustration.
What was he doing? "Yaghghhhh!"
It was back, but shoved into her asshole! Crissy let out a cry of surprise, a sharp pain
piercing her ass and ricocheting into her cunt. She looked up at the big dog in shock.
What on earth was he doing? What did he think he was doing in her shitter?
"No, get out! Get it out!"
She scooted back on the bed while her fists beat at the big animal.
"Uhhhh, out! Get it out of my ass!" Crissy whispered, pushing up at the big dog.
But Max was happy now. He had slipped the full length of his prick into something
very hot and wet. His spit had wet down her shitter. And he wasn't about to pull out,
no matter what the girl did or said. Crissy soon became aware of this and twisted up
against the German shepherd, feeling as if her ass would explode.
"Nooooo, oh, owwww, it hurts!"
Her face went white. Crissy felt as if the tight ring of her shitter were being driven up
into her stomach. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her
asshole, the odd sensation of fullness and heat in a place where it shouldn't be. Max
pulled back for an instant. The pressure against her asshole eased for an instant. Crissy
let down, relaxing the tightness of her sphincter. She panted heavily, feeling her flesh
become awash with perspiration. Never, never before had she thought of doing
something like this with a man, let alone a dog – her dog. Oh, if Annie could see her
now, rutting like this, fingering herself while the dog was fucking her ass! She almost
laughed. They were always trying to outdo one another. Crissy felt she had a good one
on her friend. "Uhhhhhh!"
Crissy's pussy almost cried out to feel that cock now raping her ass. She thought if
somehow she could move the dog around she'd be able to get his prick back into her
pussy. But Max just wouldn't be moved. Was that man still on the phone? Was he
listening to what was going on, hearing her crying out while the dog was sticking his
fucker into her shitter? She could just imagine his laughter, his delight, picturing her
squirming on the mattress, legs high in the air, her ass split by that animal's cock while
his claws scratched hard along her chest and belly.
"Max, oh, God, it hurts!"
Crissy moved her ass as sensuously as she could, hoping she would bring off the
animal. The slow invasion of the hard prick in her ass hurt her, splitting her wide open.
She felt the agony spreading to all parts of her body. But at the same time Crissy was
aware of a new kind of excitement scorching through her veins, a feeling that she was
doing something terribly naughty, something forbidden that would make her feel good.
Her arms and legs spasmed with delight.
Max was fucking her faster now, confident of his position, his forelegs tightening
around her. Crissy bit her lip. She couldn't sob now. She pushed her asscheeks back
toward the dog, feeling her cunt go into tremors of need. The folding, slippery ring of
her shitter was making her cunt feel incredibly itchy. She brought her fingers down to
her pussy, fucking it, touching her clit while the big animal fucked deep into her
asshole. Soon, oh yes, soon, soon, she was going to cum right there with the dog's cock
up her ass!
"Cummmmmmm!''
Could he hear? Was he still on the line, jacking off, cumming while she exploded with
the dog's cock up her ass? She hoped so. Her cunt spasmed around her fucking fingers,
tightening around her digits while the dog howled softly atop her. She could feel jets of
his cum spurting into her shitter. It was like having an enema. Crissy twisted around on
the bed, fucking herself, bucking up against the dog, cumming hard with that shooting
prick blasting jets of animal cum into her bowels. "Uhhhhhhh!"
It was over. Finally it was over. When Max slipped his rod from her asshole, Crissy
lowered her legs, lying quietly on the bed and thinking of what she'd done. Ass-fucked!
It was something straight out of some dirty book. She never would have thought of
doing it. She drew one hand over her mouth, feeling her cheeks, making sure this
wasn't some horrid erotic dream she'd lived through. No, it was all too real.
"God, what have I-"
Done? Crissy stopped, not saying the last word. She smiled. Of course, she knew what
she'd done. Her own sexuality had gotten in the way once more, taking over, making
her experiment and enjoy the experiment. Shaking the loose hair from her face, Crissy
sat up, holding her head. There was Max, licking himself just as Pal had done after
fucking Annie. Crissy smiled. Dogs. They were so predictable. She waited until some of
the dizziness had passed.
Yes, she was satisfied now. She had felt her cunt explode as if it were going to tear from
her body. Now she was fine. Looking down at the floor, she saw the princess phone on
the carpet. Hesitantly, Crissy picked it up, holding the receiver to her ear. Nothing. He
had hung up. Had he heard her cumming? Did he know the dog was fucking her, assfucking 
her? And who was he? He sounded, now that she thought about it, as if he
were disguising his voice. Well, what did she expect, a confession?
"Come on, boy, you deserve a reward."
She threw a light-colored dressing gown around her shoulders, opened the door
carefully and peered down the hall. Crissy could still hear the droning sound of the
television from downstairs. Her mother was still fast asleep. Crissy smiled. Evelyn was
so naive at times.
"You crazy dog. You know just how crazy you are?"
Max wagged his tail happily. Crissy took a deep breath.
"Okay, I guess it'll be all right if you come down with me. But you've gotta be quiet,"
Crissy said, holding one finger up to her lips.
They slipped from the room, girl and dog, moving through the darkened upstairs hall
quietly, then descending into the living room.
Crissy saw her guess had been correct. Evelyn was still there slumped in her chair,
dozing. She had shifted position somewhat, her gown completely opened, her cunt and
tits exposed. Crissy saw this and blushed, turning away and grabbing the dog by the
collar. It was a little unsettling seeing her mother undressed that way. She seemed so
vulnerable, so... so lewd! "In here."
They moved to the kitchen, Crissy turning on the small night light. She opened the
refrigerator and dug around in the back until she found the steaks her mother had
taken from the freezer earlier to thaw. She could always make up some sort of story for
her mother. Evelyn wouldn't mind. She had seemed to dote on the dog lately.
"Here you are, boy. That's good, that's good for making me feel good."
Max looked on, his tail revolving slowly in anticipation. She smiled, guessing he lived
for fucking and eating and shitting. Not a bad life, Crissy thought, as she unwrapped
one large t-bone, putting it in a platter, and setting it down in front of the large dog.
"There, boy, a midnight snack for your efforts," Crissy whispered.
The big German shepherd went after it ravenously, hacking at the bones with his teeth.
He held the bloody meat down with a paw as he ripped at it with powerful jaws. Crissy
bit her lip as she watched. He was just an animal, a beautiful, caring animal. And yet
he'd done things to her that almost had a human feel to them. "Wow."
Crissy wondered if she were losing her mind. Lots of girls did weird things at school,
but she and Annie had to be at the head of the class. If her mother knew, she'd freak!
"Think I'll go to bed, Max."
She stepped away, the dog hovering over his dish now, forgetting she was there.
Pushing the hair from her eyes, Crissy tip-toed back to the stairs, then remembered her
mother sitting in the chair. Walking back to the recreation room the blonde teen folded
the gown back over her mother's cunt, feeling a little guilty over what had just
happened in the house.
"It's my life," she whispered to herself, climbing the stairs and moving back to her
room. Would she tell Annie? That would be wild! She could just imagine Annie's face
when she described what it was like getting Max's prick up her ass. What friendly
competition was doing to her! Crissy laughed. That was the American way.
The following day, Crissy had left for school early. Evelyn was glad of that. She had to
get to work today and be at the market for a full eight hours. That's what the stockboy,
Matt, had said.
"Get away, Max. I've got to go to work," she said, gathering the gown around her.
Evelyn had just finished with the breakfast dishes, stacking them in the rack to dry
while glancing up at the clock. There was still plenty of time to put on her face and get
ready. Just at that moment she heard the doorbell ring.
"What've you forgotten now, Crissy... oh! Oh, it's you, Matt," she said, feeling self
conscious standing there in her bathrobe.
"Thought I'd come in and maybe give you a lift to work or something."
"You're awfully early. And you can see I'm not even dressed," Evelyn said, indicating
her gown with a sweep of her hands.
"Well, actually I thought I'd come over here and just talk for a while," he said, his eyes
never leaving hers for a moment.
Evelyn felt the same uneasy feeling she'd had when he spoke with her earlier. And now
there wasn't Crissy around to interrupt an awkward conversation.
"All right. I've still got some coffee on. Do you want a cup?"
"Not right now."
Matt's eyes seemed to reach out and touch her skin. And when he blinked they
sparkled mischievously. What kind of boy was this? What did he want from her?
They were still looking at one another. Evelyn was wishing she hadn't invited him in.
Now it would be difficult getting him to leave. Matt was smiling, but it was more than
just a smile. There was a quirk to his lips at the corners, a smug teasing slant to his
eyes. Evelyn felt weak as a kitten right at this point. What on earth was going on? It
was early in the morning. They had to get to work. She'd just sent her daughter off to
school. And there she was, standing in her robe, thinking of... she didn't dare admit it
to herself!
"Well, what do you want?"
There was a long pause, then he smiled more broadly at her.
"You... or Crissy. Guess it doesn't matter. I'm gonna have both sooner or later."
The impertinence! Evelyn sucked in a deep, audible breath. She should show him the
door! How dare he say something like that – and about her daughter as well!
"Get out of here! You can't..."
"I saw you fucking the dog the other night," Matt said simply, shrugging as Evelyn
blanched. "I was hanging around the house and I peeped in. You drew the drapes on
the front, but not at the side. As for Crissy," he said, cocking his head, "let's say I know
she's ready for me. But you're here now, and hot. I know you are. And it's gonna be
real fun fucking you. I've been wanting to do it for a long time."
"No!"
This was all wrong. Evelyn held her head, feeling her world coming apart. It was all
wrong. And yet it was going to happen in spite of what she felt.


Chapter 8

"We've got to go to work," Evelyn panted, gathering her gown protectively around her.
"We got plenty of time," Matt said, glancing up at the clock. "Besides, they can get
somebody else to bag the shit if we don't show."
"No, Matt!"
He stepped forward, his eyes taking on a more concentrated, dangerous look. Evelyn
knew she could call on Max. He was in the other room, dozing. All she had to do was
shout and the German shepherd would tear into this handsome boy. But something
stilled her voice. She was still pushing him away. And yet one part of her was inviting
him, enticing him to go on. What on earth was the matter with her? Was she some
kind of whore? Thinking back on what she and the dog had been doing all along,
Evelyn answered that question for herself.
"If I had any brains I'd've made a pass at you a long time ago. As it is..."
"No, you don't know what you're doing. It's not right, the two of us, please..."
Evelyn looked about her frantically. She wanted to call Max now. She opened her
mouth, even formed the name with her lips. But somehow, the word wouldn't come.
Instead, she stood there, her body shivering while Matt crossed the room. She couldn't
stand seeing his face this close. A hand circled her small neck. He massaged the muscles
there, rubbing up under her earlobes. Evelyn found herself pushing back against that
wonderful feeling. She was as shameless as Max. But the woman didn't care.
"Oh, this is wrong!"
It was the same sentence she'd spoken seconds before. But what a change there had
been in her voice. She felt his hand passing over her shoulders, pulling the gown open.
Finally, Evelyn felt him kissing her tenderly. She felt his lips barely touch hers at first.
But oh, how her cunt was seeping hot just at that sensation!
"Nooooo!" she protested again.
But then he circled his arms around her back, pulling her close up against him. She
groaned back, feeling the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans. It shoved up
against her belly, Evelyn was able to feel it well now that her gown was fallen open.
Matt's fingers fluttered up, touching her tits, fingering her nipples. Oh, a man, a man
doing this, so quickly, so suddenly, so unexpectedly! Evelyn's mind reeled at what was
happening.
"A real hot lady. I saw that right at the start, even though you kept ignoring me."
"You did?" she gasped.
He pushed her back, her legs brushing up against the sofa. His hand was gingerly
working over her soaked cuntlips. She sucked in air as he pushed in one finger, sawing
it back and forth, massaging her clit with his knuckles. For a young boy, he certainly
knew what to do to a woman.
"I want your cunt. I wanna fuck you bad. You want to fuck bad too, right?"
He was chuckling at her, peeling her gown off, letting it float to the floor.
"Please, not here," she said, thinking of the dog. He had seen her with him. But this
was a special, private moment for them both. She wanted Matt now, wanted him more
than anything else in the world. This just wasn't the time to share.
"My room. Go to my room!" she panted.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, that's good, real good," Matt agreed.
She led him by the hand, stepping over her gown, parading naked through the house
with the boy behind her. She felt the sexy jiggle of her asscheeks as She walked and
hoped he noticed it too. That would arouse him even more, make him hotter when he
fucked her.
They reached her room, leaving the door open accidentally.
"You undress me, now. I wanna see your face," he said with a grin. He stood by the
bed, pulling Evelyn around and sitting her down like a child.
Her fingers were icy, trembling. It was so unreal, this happening this morning. She
could see that bulge against his faded jeans. The swell of his cockmeat inside bulged out
as she inched them down over his hips. Matt stepped back, waiting for her to lower his
shorts. She could already see some of his throbbing cockmeat. With a held breath,
Evelyn scooted the elastic down slowly.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Evelyn drew back a little when his huge cock bobbed up. It was bigger than her late
husband's, bigger than anything she'd seen in a long, long time.
"Matt, I can't... oh God, something that big, I never had something that big inside me, I
swear it!"
"You'll do just fine," he said with a grin, stepping from his shorts, then putting his
hands on both her shoulders and pushing her back.
"Please, Matt, my daughter... no one would understand if they knew..."
"I'm not gonna say anything about you. But you're going to have to dig things my
way."
"Your... way?" she gulped, wondering what on earth the boy was talking about.
He said nothing more, stripping the rest of his clothes off, then climbing atop her.
Evelyn let out a long sigh. It had been so long since she'd felt the touch of a man's
hard-muscled body on hers, the gouging sensation of his cock crawling up her thighs,
pushing through her tangled blonde cunt-hairs seeking out her pussy-crack. Evelyn felt
her nerve-endings stretching out to meet his cock, sputtering with anticipation as the
young stud held her to the mattress.
"Hard to believe you're not some teeny-bopper. Man, you're so good and hot!" Matt
breathed, smoothing his hands over her thighs.
"Ohhhhh, what are you doing to me?"
Evelyn let herself be rolled onto her tummy, then pulled up by the hips until she was
on her knees. She felt Matt's hands on her ass, spreading her asscheeks apart, he was
fingering her cunt, rubbing the back of his left forefinger over her pussy while pressing
his lips against her shitter! Oh God, he was kissing her asshole, tongung it, spearing her
in the shit-chute while touching her clit and cunt. Evelyn let out a low groan, bobbing
her ass up and down, feeling his finger exploring around the tender walls of her cunt.
In a moment she could feel her pussy start to contract, the tiny muscles aching and
cramping around his invading digit. Evelyn thought she was going to flip completely.
He was mounting her like a bitch in heat, the same kind of bitch in heat Max had
taken care of earlier. Thank God it was a man mounting her now, touching and
sucking on her.
"Uhhhhh... ooooooohhh!"
Evelyn felt her cunt oozing more juice than ever. Matt slid his lips down, sucking up
the fluid, slurping it the way her dog had.
"Just like the pooch, right?" Matt asked, guessing at her thoughts.
"Ohhhhh, no, no, better," Evelyn moaned, raising her head from the pillow and
groaning back the answer.
"Maybe we'll find out for sure later. Right now, I'm suckin' ass and lovin' every second
of it."
She could feel his teeth scraping against her asshole lips. And that tongue! It made her
wriggle her ass from side to side, begging for more while his fingers stretched her achey
pussy. At times, Evelyn thought she was sinking through the mattress, stretching out
both arms and trying to keep herself from falling to the floor. It was such a weird,
spacey feeling!
She backed up, feeling his nose pressing in against her clit. Unable to keep quiet, the
woman found herself growling, bobbing her ass back and forth, feeling her full-fledged
asscheeks jiggling against one another and against Matt's handsome face. He was
licking deep into her shithole, twisting two fingers around now in her cunt and
purposely shoving his nose back and forth against her clit. It was like having every
sensitive spot in her body stimulated. How delicious it was, finding this kind of lover in
a young man! "Uh!"
Moving his other hand forward, Matt pinched her right nipple, rolling and squeezing it
as the blonde woman growled more loudly. Pushing her head a little higher, Evelyn
turned around and looked back at Matt. Oh, God, he looked like a dog kneeling behind
her, just like Max, in an odd way. He was hunkered down for fucking power. She
hoped Matt would fuck her without mercy. She wanted his cock, wanted it so bad her
pussy ached and shuddered for it. He was rubbing his prick with one hand now,
greasing it down with his pre-cum, getting it ready to shove into her. Evelyn tried to
draw in a breath, but her lungs seemed already full.
"I don't believe this... oh God, I don't believe you're going to put this thing in me... oh
God, it's so good, so good! What's happpening?" Evelyn gasped, barely able to raise her
voice above a whisper.
"I know, baby. And just think, you been fuckin' dogs all along."
"No, just one, just..." Her voice choked as he rubbed his cockhead up against her clit.
Evelyn wanted it. Her ass pranced for it. She wanted to be caught up in it and raped by
it. A cock. A cock sticking out that hard and that thick and that long from this young
man who had been mooning after her at work. And then he was pressing it in, sliding
it over the flood of thickening pussy juice.
Evelyn shoved one hand under her belly between her splayed thighs. She felt his cock
settling against her cuntal mouth. Her juices were slicking his meaty cockhead down.
Then Matt tucked under and up, his knees banging against hers, his legs nearly
knocking her from the bed.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Evelyn saw stars exploding behind her shut eyes. Her jaw slackened; she pinched
forward, feeling as if she were falling into an abyss. It was wonderful, achingly
wonderful having that long thick thing spreading her open! Awful tickles raced through
her pussy, taking her breath away, making her asshole and nipples throb in rhythm.
She gasped with delight, tossing her head back and forth. Her hair tangled around her
neck as she felt the sexy, penetrating feeling taking over her body.
"Ohhhh, it's so deeeeeeep!"
It was way deeper than anything Max fucked her with. The poor dog, fucking her as
best he could. But he just didn't have the size, the length, the thickness that Matt had
sticking from his groin. Matt was leaning over her, his flat belly pressing up against the
tops of her asscheeks. He was kissing her between her shoulder blades, making her
shiver even more while his cock slipped into her.
"Man, oh man, you're hot down there... good and hot and wet, the way a woman
should be," Matt whispered, stroking her tummy and nipples.
"Oh, Matt, Matt!"
His dirty mouth made her feel more alive than she had felt in years. And when he
pulled his cock out slowly, she loved the itchy sensation of his fat cockhead
withdrawing, leaving her cuntal walls to shrink back together. It was devastating.
"Uhhh!"
Back in. He was fucking that thing back in once more. Evelyn jerked forward, her arms
collapsing while long strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. He had her
prancing wildly for more, begging for it with hoarse whispers while he withheld his
prick from her cunt for a moment. She felt his fingers hooking around her hipbones,
grasping for power and leverage. Then he shoved back in once more, grinding his
cockhairs against her clit while his cock tunneled all the way down into her cunt.
Evelyn let out another cry, shaking her head, thinking she would explode with all the
hot achey, goodness throbbing through her pussy.
"It's... uhhh... it's so good, I'm gonna... gonna die! I just know it, I'm gonna... uhhhh...
oh, Matt, fuck me, fuck me hard!"
"I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk!" the boy cried back, riding her down onto the bed.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Evelyn gasped in lungfuls of air when she could. He was kissing the nape of her neck
again. She could feel his strong belly pressing against her ass and back. He was
climbing onto her, fucking her powerfully, fucking her the way Max, the German
shepherd, had fucked her. His cock was making squishy, sexy noises as it gouged deep
into her swarmy cunt.
"Do it! Do it to me! Do it to me! Do it to me!" she cried each time he fucked down
deep into her cunthole. It was wild, so deliciously wild as she pranced her ass around
and felt Matt pressing down into her. Evelyn was jerking and babbling in delicious
agony, feeling herself close to climax. She groaned Matt's name as he worked his young
hips in a building rhythm. The juice seemed to spurt from her cunt. She could feel it
leaking between her ass and ankles. It slicked between her asscheeks, wetting the sheet
underneath. Evelyn ground her hips about wildly, straining back, feeling as if she would
come apart.
"Ohhhhh, Matt, God! You're so gooood!"
She dug her nails into her palms, opened her mouth to let out his name and found
herself groaning loudly once more.
"Man, oh man, that's good pussy – a real good cunt!"
"Yes! Oh God, yes, good cunt, good cock, good fucking!" Evelyn admitted.
When Matt held his cock just inside her convulsing pussy, Evelyn felt her body
quivering all over. Her ass was just hanging there now, trembling and quivering,
waiting for his meaty fuckknob to spear back into her cunt again. She cried out,
squinching her eyes together, wrinkling her face in a mask of concentrated delight and
agony as he fucked her.
Matt raked pure delight from her whisper-soft cuntlips. Her clit was swollen and hot,
throbbing, pulsing with a raging tickle that jolted more gasps from her. Evelyn thought
she was going to die, was going to explode right there under the fucking thighs of the
big stud behind her. She felt her thighs smearing down with her own juices while her
knees slid over the slick sheets. Evelyn cried out with the screams of the damned, biting
blood from her Up. The wild storm of delight held her body captive, making her shake
and shiver while she jerked her arms and legs.
"No, no, oh God! Can't... uhhhh... can't hold back any more. Can't stop!" Evelyn cried,
her eyes rolling back into her head.
She knew she was about to cum. She knew she was about to lose control right there
and then. Evelyn bucked and thrashed, her fingernails tearing the sheet in front of her
while her tits pillowed out against the sheets. The heat turned into something more,
something much more concentrated, something much more heady. Evelyn teetered to
one side, feeling her balance give way. She was only a second away from delicious
insanity. That second passed and she went crazy.
"Ahahhghghghghhhhh!"
Evelyn felt a spasm of white-hot joy knife through her, taking her breath away as she
cried and jerked and quivered under the big stud.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Each cry was louder than the last. Each climactic spasm was more powerful than the
last. Evelyn pranced her ass, loving the weighty pull of Mart's body pressing down
against hers. Surely she would be thrashing on the floor, kicking and biting and clawing
everything in sight if he weren't holding her down to the bed.
She was cumming and cumming hard. With another wild cry, Evelyn plowed her head
into the pillow, biting the pillow case, moaning and sucking in air with difficulty
through her flared burning nostrils as she came and came and came.
Evelyn had fallen into a wonderful abyss with wild flashing lights and buzzing sounds.
She had no idea how long she was out. Slowly, gradually, reality began to trickle in. She
was aware of the bed, aware of the pillow nearly suffocating her. Pushing herself up a
little, she realized Matt was still on top of her, his body pressing hers into the bed, his
hands smoothing slowly over her tits. He had pulled his cock from her and was dry
fucking it over her asscheeks. When Matt realized she had come to, he rolled her
around, kissing her lightly on the lips. Looking down, she saw his cock – as huge as
ever, the head still a dark-red, his balls still tight up against his groin.
"You didn't... you didn't cum?" she asked, dropping her eyes and feeling her cheeks
redden.
Matt smiled, smoothing her shoulders, then dropping his hands back to her tits.
"Not with that thing bobbin' around like that. You think I'm gonna spoil something
this good by cumming so quick? You sure didn't hold back," he said with a grin.
Biting her Lip again, Evelyn reached down and squeezed the boy's cock. The veins
pushed in when she touched it. She looked up at Matt once more. He was smiling
sexily at her. She blushed, wondering just what he was thinking of her now.
"I've got to tell you. It's been a long time since I've had a close look at a... a man,"
Evelyn said.
"I'm pretty close." Matt laughed. He sucked in a ragged breath, pushing her hand away.
Evelyn had an idea what Matt wanted her to do. There didn't have to be any words
about it. His breathing told her. He had his hand on the side of her face. She had never
sucked cock before and wondered what something like that in her mouth would taste
like. Swallowing hard, Evelyn guessed she would find out. Gathering up her courage
she moved round and kneeled between his spread legs, not noticing that Max had
slipped into her bedroom during the fracas.


Chapter 9

"Oh, get away," Evelyn said, noticing the German Shepherd as he trotted into the
bedroom then stopped some six feet from the bed. He cocked his head in that sexy,
curious way, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. She watched
as his gray furred sides heaved in and out, his brown eyes glistening with mischief. She
knew what he wanted. He had probably been watching them fucking earlier, watching
her on her hands and knees while Matt had mounted her doggie style.
He no doubt wanted his piece of the action now.
"Nice dog. He looks better than he did through the curtains," Matt admitted, scratching
his chin.
"It's just that... I don't know, it seems so odd having him here watching you and me.
But... oh, I don't know what I'm talking about," Evelyn stammered, feeling her face
heat up once more.
Matt laughed sexily, taking her head in both hands and moving her face down toward
his crotch. Evelyn looked warily at Max, satisfied for the moment he was going to sit
and watch.
"Oh, it's going to be so good," Evelyn whispered, feeling his thick cock in her hands.
She wanted to get used to it right now, to taste it a little. She'd already made up her
mind that today she would take a man's prick in her mouth and suck it down. She
could wrap her lips around that cock and let him fuck her throat until hot cum boiled
out and gagged her. Just the thought of having that white cream scalding her gums sent
shivers through her cunt.
Though she had cum before, Evelyn was starting to feel her cunt heat up and tighten.
Yes, she was going to cum again, feel another climax race through her. And it would be
a cock in her mouth that would do it. She wanted to be naughty, to enjoy the things
that for three years she'd denied herself.
"Do the girls at school... do this for you?" she asked hesitantly, creasing his prickhead
with her thumbnail and watching the big knob pulse with delight.
"Not many. They're afraid they're gonna drown or something. I do shoot a big load,"
Matt said, narrowing his eyes and grinning widely at her once more.
A big load? Evelyn felt herself quaking at the thought of all that spunk pouring down
into her mouth, flooding over her tonsils, gluing her jaws together. He was hunching
his body up now from the bed, waiting to feel her wet warm mouth close in around his
cock.
Letting her head drop a few more inches, Evelyn breathed into the meaty fucker.
Stretching out her tongue, she let it flick across a drop of pre-cum, drawing it back in
and rolling the fluid about her mouth. It was salty, not bad-tasting at all! She smiled,
seeing what that touch had done to Matt. He was groaning, twisting his body against
the bed while pushing his hard-muscled legs apart. Evelyn stretched out her tongue
once more, letting it rest against the two swollen lobes at the underside of his cockhead.
The boy grunted with obvious pleasure, moving his hands out and cupping her hanging
tits in both hands.
"Christ! I've seen those tits bouncin' in your bra at the market. Never thought I'd
have'em in my hands like this... not like this," he groaned.
"Oh Matt, Matt, this is wonderful, this is heaven," Evelyn admitted, letting her tongue
wag back and forth over his cockhead slowly.
She never would have thought she would do anything with this boy. But Matt had
proven himself to be more than a mere boy. He was a man, a full, vital man who had
taken her to her bed and satisfied her. And now he was about to do the same thing
once more. Again, Evelyn eyed the dog. He was sitting there on his haunches, watching
closely, sniffing the air now heavily laden with the smell of sex.
"Maybe the pooch wants to join us, eh?" Matt suggested, stroking her head.
Evelyn ignored the suggestion. She wanted Matt for herself. Later, perhaps, she would
entertain doing something with the beast. But right now, she wanted the boy under her,
twisting around the way she had been twisting, enjoying her mouth while she... sucked
him. Sucked. The word had such a wonderful feeling for her, making her shoulders
shake as she extended her tongue and covered almost half the underside of his
cockshaft. Evelyn pulled it forward, then shoved it back again. She was massaging him
softly with her mouth, loving the filthy words Matt was groaning while he arched his
back and fed her more of his cockmeat.
"Come on boy, come on up here," Matt said, patting the mattress next to Evelyn. She
stopped her sucking, looking up at him curiously.
"What... what are you doing?"
The animal meanwhile, wasted no time at the invitation. With a bark, he jumped onto
the mattress, circling around confusedly until he found a spot directly behind the
kneeling woman. Immediately he sniffed at her cunt, licking his tongue over her broad
ass. Evelyn stiffened, swatting one hand back at the big dog.
"I wanna see you fucked again. That's one hell of a turn-on for me, watching a woman
getting fucked by a dog," Matt said with a low voice. "I never thought I'd see somethin'
like that in my life. But now, shit, I'd just about go nuts if you'd do it for me."
For him? She would swim the ocean for him. And to have the dog behind her licking
her, fucking her? Oh God, it was the most simple request he could have made. She bent
down, letting Max take the initiative, and knowing he would do just that. Matt's
swollen cockhead was just inside her lips, pressing against her front teeth. She rubbed
them over the velvety taut membrane. Evelyn shuddered. She felt almost like fucking
again. She wanted to climb up on top of that long, thick thing and lower her cunt over
it.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
But Matt wanted what she was doing. And that made her want it for him even more. In
the position she'd taken, it was easy to move her head up and down, bob it, let his
spongy cockhead jab down into her throat. She found how to breathe in a kind of
jerking rhythm. She also discovered that the rise and fall of her lips made Matt wriggle,
and swear under her breath. There were times, she thought, when he was close to
cumming. It was then he'd reach up and hold her head still, breathing in shallow gasps,
his forehead wrinkled with the effort of holding back.
Suddenly, she stopped, feeling the dog's tongue start to swathe over her asscheeks,
digging into her asscrack. Evelyn spread her thighs a little, feeling her wet cuntlips
unstick and peel back for the animal's black snout. Max was well behind her now,
snuffing around her pussy, panting against her clit. It made her suck harder around
Matt's wide, swollen prickhead, her teeth gently nicking it. Matt cried out, jerking,
going wild when she touched his groin with her lips and held his fucker all the way in
her mouth, all eight wonderful inches of his cock throbbing in her throat, his cum
bubbling into her mouth, smearing down her cheeks.
"Uhhhhh, easy, easy, baby! Christ, you're somethin' else with that mouth. You're gonna
make me pop off if you keep fucking it out that way!" Matt gasped, his eyes rounded
and wide with delight.
Max was prowling his nose between Evelyn's asscheeks, wetting her crotch regularly
now. She felt the hot sweep of his tongue again and again over her pussy. He had
worked her cuntlips apart now, and was stroking them hungrily with his rough tongue.
Evelyn dropped her head down as the feeling washed over her. She dropped her lips
noisily on Matt's fucker. The sloppy noises made both man and woman shiver with
delight. With an obvious effort, Matt pushed himself up from the bed, propping himself
on his elbows and looking at the woman and her pet German shepherd.
Max was licking hungrily at her pussy while Evelyn's belly tightened, relaxed, then
tightened again. Her passion was obvious. She wiggled her ass for the big animal, her
tits rubbing up against the boy's legs while her ass and cunt opened for the hungry
animal.
"Man, oh man, you really groove on this, don't you Mrs. Daniels?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes!"
Thank goodness she could finally admit her lust for the animal to someone! She could
let herself go, be free with Matt, while Max ate her cunt out and then fucked her.
"Oh, ohhhh!"
Her cries were pained again, pinched and high, as Max started bringing his tongue up
through the sloppy mess of her cunt. She trembled like the bitch in heat she was,
lowering her mouth back over his cock.
"Max!"
"That's it," Matt groaned, falling back to the bed but twisting his head in such a
position he could watch the animal rape her. "Let the pooch do what he's gonna do. I
want that mouth back on my prick."
His smile was easy, open. Evelyn liked that. She closed her eyes and groaned, feeling his
blood-filled cockshaft rubbing up against her cheeks. Evelyn let her mouth fall heavily
over the shaft jutting out from between her lover's legs. She sucked down hard, feeling
his bluish cock crown gouging her tonsils. Matt sounded as if he were coming apart.
Max meanwhile was going a little crazy, wallowing his black snout part of the way into
the opening of her cunt. She felt her muscles convulsing around his probing nose. The
dog's hot spit was making her feel so good, so wonderful. Then there came that
tentative scratching of his paws, that indication he was about to fuck her. Evelyn let out
a groan, the rumble of her gasp telegraphing its way into Matt's cock.
"Fuck it out, let that fuckin' dog mount you!" Matt cried.
"Ohhhhhhfffff!"
Evelyn felt the dog hold one of her asscheeks between his fangs and shake it. The pull
of the nipped flesh, the strain of it against her cut pushed her close to the cliff's edge.
She struggled to keep her concentration, to keep sucking hungrily at the cock jabbed
down into her throat.
Matt liked it when she swallowed it that much. He rolled his hips, gouging one of her
cheeks then the other. Hot dribbles of pre-cum began dribbling down her throat.
Evelyn let out another cry as Max climbed onto her, wrapping his strong, furry forelegs
around her upper chest while stabbing blindly against her cunt. In a wonderful
moment, Evelyn felt his knobby cock pierce her body, penetrate her cunt, stretching
tantalizingly the hot, slick walls of her pussy. "Uhhhhhh!"
Fucked! Fucked while sucking off a man's cock! Matt was staring, his face contorted, his
body jerking up under her. She felt his hands up against the sides of her face. But this
time he didn't try to stop her. He was encouraging her sucking, groaning, crying out to
her.
Then she felt the hot sticky white jets of his spunk shoot down her throat. He was
cumming. He jabbed out the sides of her cheeks as his fat cockhead spat out milky
globs of jizz onto the roof of her mouth.
Max was groaning, his hindquarters brushing up against the backs of her legs. Evelyn
bolted down Matt's hot cum with feverish excitement, gurgling and coughing. She felt
she would never stop drinking the powerful cum. The hard thing in her mouth kept on
spitting and spitting while all the time Max was fucking her, jabbing his cock down
deep in her cunt. Oh, oh, if there were a heaven, surely she had died and risen that very
instant! How Evelyn wished she could stay there forever!


Chapter 10

Evelyn and Matt reported for work late that morning, each one coming in within fifteen
minutes of the other so as not to provoke suspicion. All through the day, Evelyn felt
her fingers ice up whenever she caught Matt's sexy eye. More than once he had passed
her register, patting her ass secretively, rubbing against her tits, whispering wonderfully
dirty things in her ear when customers weren't watching. She would have to have him
again – tonight, perhaps, if there were some way to slip Crissy from the house.
But fate had other plans for her. Evelyn had to work late that evening, while Matt got
off on time. He told her he would call, and she hoped to God he would call soon.
At the same time, Crissy had come home from school and received a call her mother
would be late. She was bustling about the kitchen, preparing for something to eat when
she heard a soft knocking at the back door. Moving to the door and pushing aside the
curtains, she saw it was Matt, the boy at the supermarket who often picked up her
mother.
"Oh, my mom called and said something about being late. I guess..."
"I didn't come here about that," Matt said, forcing the door open and stepping into the
kitchen. Crissy fell back, a look of curiosity and fear on her face. "Maybe you wanna
get on the phone and we can get off again... you and the dog."
Crissy went white, feeling as if the floor had fallen from beneath her. It was him! He'd
been the one who had called her!
"I thought I'd get your mother. But man, you were the hot one," Matt said, kicking the
door shut.
Crissy jumped as the panes rattled from the force of the slam. She looked around,
wondering if she could reach the phone and call for the police.
"I came over for the action I heard going on – you, me, and doggie," Matt said, smiling
that quirky smile that had seduced Evelyn into the sack.
"No, no, get away from me! I don't... don't want to do anything!" Crissy cried, feeling
her hot little cunt wet under his hot, steady gaze.
"That's a he! Man, that's a real fuckin' he," Matt said, throwing back his head and
laughing.
Crissy reddened, about to turn when she felt his heavy hands on her shoulders.
"Now, come on, there's no reason to get bent outta shape," Matt said, looking down
into her face, his eyes burning a hole into her. He was directing her now, pushing her
through the house as if she had no will of her own. Crissy knew she should fight him,
call for help of some sort. But there was something inside her that told her to let go. In
a moment, he was in her bedroom, kicking the door shut, shoving her back while
undressing her. It was happening so fast, too fast.
"Stop it, stop..."
Her jersey was gone, skinned over her head, the material frictioning her stiffening pink
nipples nicely. He unbuckled her sandals, then slipped the skirt from her thighs,
hooking his fingers around the translucent white panty-band and pulling her panties
down over her shaking knees.
"Oh!"
She was on her tummy. And there, slamming up against the door, was Max! He had
heard her cries. Now the animal was throwing himself against the wall and door, trying
to get into her room to help.
"He'll have to wait," he said, holding her down to the bed with both hands while
jamming his face between her slender thighs. Crissy felt as if she were falling again,
spinning around and around. She had to twist her head to keep from suffocating
against the pillow. Vague guilt's and fears swirled around her as she felt Matt's mouth
rubbing up against her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Her chest heaved as he moved his head from side to side, digging his face between her
outer labes. It was almost like having the dog back there again, eating her out,
threatening to fuck her. The tickling of those tonguing, sucking kisses drove her wild.
Crissy realized she knew so little about men and fucking. She had never thought about
men doing things like sucking cunt. After all, if a male dog went crazy over a woman's
cunt, why not a man?
"Huhhhhhhh... uhhhhh!"
And Matt wasn't just kissing it. He was licking deep into her cunt, searching for hot
spots. Then she felt him rimming the area around her clit and went wild. Delicious!
Delicious! She moaned, tensing her asscheeks, tightening them into two white, clenched
fists while jerking her body rapidly from side to side.
"Matt... oh God, what are you doing?"
He had her on her back now, holding her cuntlips apart and shoving his tongue into
her steamy crack. In and out. In and out. He was darting that thing in and out like a
tiny spear, making the muscles quiver and tighten. The convulsions were sending knife
like sparks through her pussy and into all parts of her body. Crissy began moving her
hips, rubbing her ass over the sheets, loving what he was doing. And then Matt was on
top of her, fumbling with his zipper, pulling down his trousers and exposing the
longest, biggest, fattest cock she could ever have imagined. Oh, it was way lots bigger
than Max! And he was going to fuck her. "Cherry! I still have my cherry!"
"Don't give a fuck about that. You're gonna have to lose it sometime. Might as well be
me," Matt gasped, keeping her shoulder pinned to the bed while settling down on her.
"No, no!"
Her blonde hair fanned about her head while she waited for the final fuck. His dick
head flattened her cuntlips, forcing them back, pushing into her pussyhole. Crissy let
out a cry, her mouth opening as she felt his cock entering her. It was splitting her apart.
It was sure to tear her in two as he settled more of his hard, greasy meat into her
quivering wet cunt-hole. Crissy curled her legs back, beating at him with her heels
while flattening her hands and pressing them up against his chest. Again and again, she
tried to force him off. But Matt was there, shoving down and in, driving his fucker all
the way in until the rounded tip touched her cherry. That was all she could take! Crissy
yammered, making Max jump wildly against the door.
"Take it!" Matt cried through clenched teeth.
The pain started quickly, reaching an excruciating point of agony. There was a tearing
sensation, then the feeling of his cockmeat rushing through the dark, velvety reaches of
her lower cunt. He was in her all the way! He had done it, had ripped through her
cherry! He had fucked her to the hilt and now ground his prick-hairs up against her
clit! "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Crissy had thought she would pass out from all the fiery pain. Knives had entered her
cunt, stabbing all the nerve endings, making her gasp wildly for relief. But now it was
over. There was only the sensation of a dull, throbbing ache, complementing the feeling
of being stretched to the tearing point. Matt waited until he was certain the agony was
over for her. Then, moving his hips, revolving his cock in her pussy, the young stud
began fucking her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Crissy liked it. She liked what he was doing to her cunt a whole lot! Now that the pain
and fear were gone, she enjoyed having something that hard and stiff gouging out her
cuntal walls, nudging her clit, going down all the way and making her mouth open.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Good fucking, all the way, good fucking," Matt whispered in her ear.
"Fucking," Crissy repeated as if in a dream, her ass flat against the mattress, her
thoughts exploding while his wonderful prick reamed out her cunt. For a moment, she
thought of Max's red and glistening doggie cock. She shuddered, making a face, then,
feeling her cunt explode, the girl hunched back up on the big prick.
"Cock! Cock! I wanna cock!" she groaned, twisting her ass up to Matt.
"You got one, baby, and one of the biggest and hardest ones around here!"
Crissy threw her hips up and down, up and down, making the mattress squeak and
groan under the two of them. Sexual heat seared her clit, burning it, making it sputter
while Matt kept bearing down on her, his fuckthrusts taking the breath from her lungs.
He kept pinching her nipples, rolling them, making her cry out again and again as if
she were going to come apart.
"Fuck!"
He held her down, his hips working subtly up and down for an instant. Crissy paused,
then shrieked, feeling her climax roar down over her like an avalanche. It was
wonderful, explosive! The young girl cried out again and again, feeling the spunk from
Max's cock splash through her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Crissy collapsed and died – or at least she thought she did. Reality drifted away
somewhere, floating below her as she came and came and came. Her cunt cinched
down on Max's spurting cock at least three times for each shot of jizz. Lying there
drained, the girl looked up at the big stud. He was brushing away stray hairs from her
face, grinning down at her.
"Good as your old lady. Maybe even a little better," Matt said.
Crissy stared open-mouthed at him, then broke into a laugh. Really! He was just trying
to get her upset. Him fucking... oh no, that was too much!
"Yeah, sure. Oh, Matt, this was so good," Crissy whispered, stroking the side of his face
lovingly.
"And it's gonna get better," he said, pulling slowly from her cunt.
Crissy liked that. She liked everything about him, about fucking. The sensation of his
cock withdrawing, pulling out of her slackening cunt excited her. She felt the cum
dribbling out of her pussy hole, oozing into her asscrack. And then Matt was on his
feet, padding toward the door. In a moment, it was opened and Max was rushing in,
barking angrily. At first, he looked at Matt and growled, then he turned and saw Crissy
sitting up in bed with a startled look on her face.
"What... what did you do that for?" she gasped, covering her tits with both hands.
"You and Max, you're good friends. I wanna see that some more. I got an idea of it on
the phone," Matt admitted, stroking up his soft prick. "But I wanna see it in action."
Max wasted no time, bounding onto the bed and going right for Crissy's pussy. The girl
bucked her ass back, her cunt still sensitive from the savage fucking it had just endured.
But Max was insistent, shoving his nose up against her pussy, licking over her cuntlips
until she fell back onto the mattress and curled her fingers around the pillowcase.
"Yeah, that's the way, fuck it out, fuck it all the way out with the mutt," Matt
whispered.
Crissy knew she was shaming herself working her ass this way, rutting in front of him,
moving her ass up against the dog's maw. But oh, oh, his tongue felt so good after that
rough dick-riding she'd just finished with. She was whimpering passionately, bucking,
babbling wordless expressions while opening her white, shivering thighs to the big
beast.
Max licked up one thigh then another, leaving long silver trails of spit on her pink
flesh. Then he growled, pushing his paw into the fuzzy thicket of her cunt. She felt his
cold snout rubbing up against the stretched, ticklish membranes of her pussy, his
tongue curling into her swollen cunt, stroking up the fires of lust once more.
Crissy bucked back, peeling her legs farther apart. Matt was there suddenly, holding
them open for the dog, grabbing her by the knees and stretching her legs back and
open. Max took the hint and mounted her, missionary style, dipping his doggie ass
down, gouging her cunt with it. This time there was no fear about having her cherry
popped by the dog. Matt had done that for her. Now she would feel all of Max's cock in
her, those funny little knobs tickling her excruciatingly! And there was Matt holding
her open, telling her this was all right!
"Maaattttt!"
She cried out his name as the dog fucked down and deep. Oh, she would show Annie,
freak out her friend, fuck the dog all the way! Her mind reeled as the animal dipped his
hips again and again, his pointy knobby boner fucking her ruthlessly. He was making
strong, animal fucking motions, each snap of his strong back making the girl dance
crazily under him. She choked back cries of delight as Max fucked them both up
toward climax. Oh, oh, she must do this again and again! Of course, she would have to
watch out for her mother. But then again, Evelyn was so square, so out of it, she would
never guess that people could do this sort of thing!
"Oh Matt, Matt, gonna cum gonna... ahhhhhhh!"
As the world blew apart yet again for the struggling blonde teen, Crissy surrendered
herself to the furry feeling of Max fucking her, knowing she had turned a corner in her
life, and that fucking was wonderful! That's all life was for, and she would live it to the
hilt!


THE END
