MOM'S DOGGIE LOVER
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

It was a great party! Francie Williams held a cup of nonalcoholic punch in one hand,
tap ping her toes to the music. It was the very first party where she had a date. Her
mother, of course, had been reluctant to let her go. But she had prevailed, and now was
enjoying herself terribly. For one thing, Brad was half-nutty tonight. He'd been trying
to get to first base with her, talking about bedrooms and all that kind of thing. Francie
had giggled, feeling her tight little cunt puckering and getting very, very hot and moist
when he touched her ass like that.
"Brad!" she had said, giving him that warning look and shying away from him even
though his words had excited her terribly. Fucking... just thinking of the word sent hot
shivers racing through her flesh – just wasn't on her ticket this evening. Giving up for
the moment, Brad was in the corner talking with some of his bud dies, eyeing her every
now and then to see if there was some change in her attitude. Francie smiled
noncommittally then turned away and pretended to be engrossed by the music.
"Francie, like the party?"
It was Diane, her very best friend in the world coming over and hooking one arm
through hers. The tall brunette smiled at Brad, then hugged the blonde teen tightly.
"Brad doing anything?"
Francie reddened, feeling her heart skip a beat while her cuntal walls buckled. A strange
hot glow washed over her flesh, making her breathe just a bit faster.
"Diane! He's just acting... you know, kinda weird! I think he might have drunk Some
thing before picking me up at home."
Diane threw back her head and laughed, her hips swaying easily to the sound of the
beating music. Another song was on, one Francie didn't particularly like.
"Don't be silly. It's just that, you know, I can see what's going on at my parties, and
Brad's hot to take you to bed. Are you gonna do it?"
It was the first time someone had asked her something like that point-blank. She and
Diane had talked about things like this between classes or in the lunchroom. But God,
coming out with talk about doing "it" right at the party!
"Come on. Let's go upstairs. Don't worry, he's not gonna follow us," Diane urged,
pulling her friend after her.
Francie felt a little at odds with what was going on. The two girls climbed the stairs and
tip toed past Diane's mother, who was busy getting more hors d'oeuvres together for
the mob below. They walked through the living room, then up a second set of stairs to
Diane's bedroom.
"Here. Lock the door. Oh, don't worry about him. Bo's always around here. It's too
noisy for him downstairs, especially with the music going on," Diane said, nodding in
the direction of a large gray and white German shepherd lounging atop her queen-sized
bed.
Bo cocked his head up, stared at Diane, then licked his nose before allowing his head to
fall back onto the mattress and letting out a large sigh. Francie thought it was odd the
way the animal was draped across the bed – as if he owned it or something.
Diane came out of the closet with several magazines. She handed one to Francie.
"What are... ohhhh!"
Francie dropped it, feeling the pages burn her fingers. It was one of those awful
magazines that had pictures of men and women doing it! Diane was giggling, flipping
through the pages of another one until a particular picture caught her attention.
"Here."
It was exciting. A man with a sly grin on his face had a nubile blonde woman down on
the bed, her legs spread wide. His hands were on her tits, squeezing them so hard her
red nipples looked as if they were about to fly off. And there between her thighs was his
cock, a long, thick thing about three-quarters of the way in.
The look on her face! She looked as if someone were killing her!
Francie giggled nervously, handing the magazine back to Diane somewhat reluctantly.
She had never seen anything quite like that.
"Where did you... get these?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh, some guys at school I know. Warren's buddies. I think they all want to fuck me
and they feel this is gonna turn me on. It might," Diane added, giggling. "Oh, I've gotta
go downstairs for a second and tell my mom something. Here, look through em.
Might turn you on for Brad."
Francie was about to protest. But then Diane was out of the bedroom, running down
the ball to the kitchen. Francie sighed, picking up one of the magazines and sitting on
the edge of the bed. Bo moved toward her, nuzzling her sides while thumping his broad
tail back and forth against the mattress.
The girl petted him absently, balancing one of the dirty magazines on her trembling
knees and starting to flip through the pages. They all had explicit pictures of people
fucking. There were some even with guys who were licking women's cunts. And the
women! They looked like they were going out of their minds! Sometimes they had their
eyes closed, sucking a guy's thing while fingering themselves. Other times they had
their backs arched, digging their heads in the pillows while the guy was drilling them
with his... his cock!
It was only a few moments later when Francie realized she was petting Bo more
fervently, her fingers moving down over his underbelly and toward his prick, and he
was clearly growing ex cited from her touch. She drew her hand away as if she had just
touched a hot stove, scooting her ass toward the foot of the bed.
"No, Bo, oh, I'm SO sorry!" she gasped, feeling a little dizzy from the excitement.
Francie batted her blue eyes in confusion, feeling her chest tighten while her nostrils
burned. This wasn't healthy. She would leave the room and go look for Diane. That
was when Bo stretched out one foreleg and placed it possessively down across her right
thigh.
Francie let out a sharp gasp, shivering, feeling her ass contract while her cuntal walls
spasmed for the second time that night.
"No, Bo, no! Leave me alone," she whispered, her fingers curling into the soft material
of the bed.
It was awful! The dog was crawling on top of her, nuzzling her thighs, her tits, sliding
another paw across her legs. She could have risen from the bed, knocked him away,
made her way to the door and left. But something was keeping her there, riveting her to
the mattress. Francie was terribly aware of the dog's weight and his warm body pressing
against hers. She squirmed, feeling her panty-crotch snugging up against her cuntal
crack and touching her cit.
The girl sucked in a deep breath. Bo started making low, growling sounds deep in his
throat. He was smelling something. He was smelling her!
In a thrilling flash of realization Francie knew he was smelling her hot little cunt and
was growing excited over the odor.
"No!"
Reaching down, the girl shoved Bo away from her, swinging her legs around and
scooting off the bed. She had worn a particularly short dress for that party, one her
mother disapproved of but finally relented and let her wear. It drew attention to her
lithe, willowy figure, her coltish legs.
"Back, Bo. Leave me alone!" She stepped over the magazines, stretching out one hand
for the doorknob She'd have to tell Diane about the freaky way her dog was acting.
"No!"
Bo had jumped from the bed and flow was blocking the doorway his head cocked to
one side, his Pointy ears flattened back against his furred, handsome head.
Francie opened her mouth, about to say something when the animal growled low and
throatily again. Francie backed away, Putting one hand up to her throat. She was a little
nervous about the situation.
"Bo, don't, I'm your friend. I'm not going to hurt you," she said in a sweet voice,
backing away until she felt the backs of her legs brushing against the bed.
Bo made his move, darting forward, bracing his forepaws against her thighs and
knocking her over to the bed.
"Ohhhhh!"
Francie clawed her hands up, feeling her short red skirt hike well above her thighs.
Beneath the garment were her electric-blue panties that attracted the German
shepherd's attention at once. The girl felt his tongue sopping up along her left thighs,
the tip touching one of her legbands of her briefs.
Francie freaked, twisting her body against the bed while shoving her skirt as low as she
could. The bed squeaked and groaned under her writhing body as she curled her fingers
into two fists and beat them against Bo's head.
"Awful dog! Awful, dirty animal! Get away from me!" she cried.
He was bumping the underside of her cuntal mound now, butting her thighs apart
while twisting his head around and licking up almost into her asscrack. The touch of
his tongue down there, of the hot wet sensation of licking all around her cunt, brought
back the images of those magazines, of the pictures of guys with their mouths on the
women's cunts and the expressions those women had!
For one brief moment Francie wondered what it would be like to have her panties off,
to be jerking and bucking around on the bed while the animal had his mouth pressed
against her cunt.
"I'm losing my mind!"
She brought one hand up to her forehead, feeling just how hot she'd become. Bo licked
his tongue up and down, up and down her thighs until they glistened with his spit.
Francie tried three times to wriggle free of the beast. Each time, Bo let out a growl, the
second time snapping at her until she feared for her safety. In the end Francie found
herself lying across the bed, her hands stretched out crucifixion style on the bed while
her ass undulated against the mattress.
"Oh, oh, what's happening to me!" she cried, her eyes burning with tears of confusion
Once more, the girl shoved her hands down to her panties, trying to push her miniskirt 
down over her knees, something to protect her cunt. Bo licked her fingers with hot
eagerness growling with pleasure, then going back to her cunt.
"No, no, this isn't... isn't right," she breathed, her eyes going out of focus the moment
Bo pressed his muzzle right up against her cut and shoved forward.
She jerked her pert little ass back as if some one had touched her with an electric wire.
She squirmed over the blue bedspread, feeling her sandals falling from her feet onto the
floor. Bo was still pushing his nose between her thighs, twisting his head around.
Francie opened her mouth in shock, her eyes rounding while her nostrils flared. She
could feel his fangs, those criss-crossed gleaming white killer teeth rubbing up against
her inner thighs. She froze in panic, her heart seeming to stop while the blood rushed
wildly through her veins. The girl was terrified, afraid to make the slightest move while
Bo padded around nervously. Suddenly, Francie felt his fangs sinking in to her panties.
He was puffing back, bracing his forelegs up against her thighs while stripping her
briefs down.
"No!"
Again, she grabbed for the shorts.
But Bo was determined. He shook his head from side to side, puffing back, shaking off
all efforts Francie made to pull back her panties. The dog's spit made the translucent
nylon too slippery for her to grab hold of. In a moment she felt them going down over
her knees, her ankles – gone!
"Oh, no, stop it, stop!"
The strength seemed to be gone from her body. She just lay there, her fingers still
curling into the mattress while so shook her panties from side to side triumphantly just
as he would have shaken a vanquish prey. Francie watched with heavy eyes, her breath
catching when he dropped the shorts and moved back between her thighs.
"Uhhhhhhh"
A dog was eating her cunt! That was all there was to it. She couldn't ignore the horror
of the obvious She had come to this party without One thought of sex on her mind –
well maybe one or two now there was this animal, this large German shepherd
crouched between her white, shivering thighs, drawing his tongue over her pussylips
And what made it all worse was that with each second his mouth was bringing a spacey
kind of exciting heat she really loved. It was that steady wet licking, that constant warm
rubbing of his tongue and lips against her pussy that made Francie twisted her thighs
and roll them up against the dog's mouth.
"Oh, So, So, it's so good, sooooooo good!" Francie finally admitted
She could feel nothing but rushes of hot goodness exploding from her cunt, making her
nipples stand out on end against her bra. She wanted to take off all her clothes, to let
the dog touch her all over with his tongue. But somehow the girl managed to restrain
herself, settling for the delicious warm touch of the animal against her pussy.
"Th-there, Bo, oh it's so good when you lick me there!"
Francie had wriggled up to the headboard. She was resting on the pillow now, her
knees raised, the bottoms of her feet rubbing up against the animal's furred, panting
sides.
Bo pulled out from her pussy several times, smacking his lips, looking through slitted
eyes at her. It was as if he were experimenting with her, wondering what touch would
bring the best response from her.
Francie dropped her head into the pillow once more, wriggling down to meet his
probing tongue.
Francie felt herself choking. She was making lusty grunts each time the animal's tongue
sloshed over her cut. That tiny trigger, that little squiggle had so much power! It was
amazing! Each time Bo drew the tip of his tongue over it, the girl bucked back, feeling
her brain sizzle from the touch. It was so delicate, so delicious, and yet so allconsuming.
Francie jerked her ass down once more, her voice only a hoarse whisper now.
Somewhere in the distance she could hear the dull thudding of the steady rock music.
Diane was off in the kitchen with her mother. And there she was, let ting a dog do to
her what she kept Brad from even attempting. A smile crept over her lips as she reached
down and petted the big beast gingerly with both her hands.
"Ohhhh, Bo, that's hot, really hot!" she whispered encouragingly.
Bo let out a little yip, then buried his muzzle in her cunt. Again Francie froze, arching
her spine while pushing her head back into the pillow. He was fucking her with his
snout, pushing it up into her cunt, well beyond her inner cuntlips. The girl could feel
the bristly short hairs on his nose touching all the sensitive spots in her cunt. Her pussy
muscles contracted, milking the animal's snout as if it were a cock! Perspiration
streaked her face now, dampening her hair while she jerked her head violently from left
to right. Too good! It was just too good for her to stand any more.
"Bo!"
She jerked her hips up and down in wild fucking movements. The dog was making her
move!
Bo drove his tongue around and around her cut as if he knew just what touch and
where would drive her over the edge. Now she had lost the will to try to knock the dog
from her cunt. She lay on the bed as if crucified, her legs spread widely apart while the
animal rested on his belly between her knees and fed.
"Uhhhh... ohhhhh!"
Those sounds, those sloppy, eating sounds made her body tingle more excitedly.
Thoughts and half-dreams took over her mind. Over it all, cutting through her senses,
was the cunt beast stroking her steamy, juicing cunt. She raised her knees a little more,
feeling almost like an animal herself. The sounds of the dog's tongue licking her ass was
more than enough to make her cum. Cum! She would climax with a dog's mouth on
her pussy, with his tongue drilling into her cunt!
"I wanna cock," she whispered, thinking of the men in those books.
Just as those images flashed through her mind, Bo shoved his maw back into her, lick
ing down into her asscrack. A particularly sharp spasm shot through her cunt, making
her snap her knees together and roll over, pumping her ass wildly up and down. Cock!
Cock! She wanted a cock! Thoughts of fucking shot through her mind while Bo bobbed
his head around and tried to get at her cunt once more.


Chapter 2

"Oh, doggie, do it, do it!"
Francie was twisting around on the bed, kicking one leg high in the air while letting the
dog touch her all over. She could feel his constant was wriggling at times into her
asscrack and touching her shitter. The teen let out sharp little cries of delight, rolling
back as streams of thick, hot juice oozed from her pussy slit, wetting down her thighs,
soaking the dog's mouth.
"Oh, doggie, oh Bo! That's so good, so very, very good!" she crooned.
The animal kept on licking his tongue over her cunt. The dog, she realized, was
growing more wild with each passing second. He wanted more, more from her,
something Francie wondered if she could give.
"Bo"
He had stopped licking her cunt for a moment, pulling his head out from between her
thighs and looking hungrily at her.
Francie returned his look, stretching out her right hand and feeling under his belly until
she felt something very warm and stiff and slick brushing up against her knuckles.
Immediately Bo whimpered, dropping his head and licking her hand. His cock! She
knew she had touched his cock! And he... he wanted to put that thing in her the way
those men had put it in the women in the magazines. A dog fucking her!
The girl put both hands to the sides of her burning face, curling her fingers until the
nails creased her sweaty-damp flesh.
"Uhhhhh... Bo!"
Francie criss-crossed her hands and pulled the striped jersey from her body, tossing it to
the floor over her sandals. Next came her bra. Naked. She would be starknaked for this
beast! She would let him touch her all over! She wanted to feel his tongue all over her
body. The thoughts rushed through her mind as the girl unhitched her halter and
dragged it from her tits. Oh, it felt so good feeling her tits tumble from her bra cups,
settling jauntily on her up per chest, her nipples so hard and stiff and itchy!
Francie squirmed her ass on the bed.
Without any warning, Bo was starting to lick her belly. She felt his paws settling heavily
on her thighs while his tongue licked down into her navel. She bucked her stomach,
wriggling her ass over the mattress and twisting up against the delicious pressure. Oh,
oh, how good, how marvelous that touch was! And he was licking up to her tits,
sanding his tongue over her nipples, pressing them down into the surrounding flesh. It
felt good being pressed into the bed this way, being tongue by this animal.
"Bo"
She was moving her hips more frantically now, feeling the bedspread gathering up
under her asscheeks. Bo was at her feet now, mouthing her toes, licking up her soles,
then finally moving back up to her cunt.
"Nice dog, beautiful dog. Oh, oh, oh, God, this is so good, I'm going to die of it!"
Bo was back to licking her knees, touching the soft spots behind them, then going back
to her pussy. Francie let out another lusty grunt, rolling her ass back until she was
giving him every inch of her cunt. She felt spread open, peeled apart for the beast. It
was getting hard for her to breathe flow as the pillow folded around her head.
She was hot, so very hot, hotter than she had ever been in her whole Young life! The
girl licked her dry lips several times, rolling her ass up, feeling him lick every fold and
petal of her pussy.
"Uhhhhh... uhhhhhhh"
When she came, the dog's licking was almost too rough. The sharp edge of her
climactic joy cut through her like a rusty scalpel. Francie spasmed violently, her legs
kicking out, her toes fanning until they cramped. She had never felt the power of
anything like this!
She closed her eyes as biting explosions wracked her cunt. The dog shoved forward, his
claws scraping painfully over her ass. Francie felt him gouging and lapping and driving
his hot nose into her cuntal mouth. The teen rebelled, kicking him, crying and holding
onto him for all she was worth. She scratched him as hard as she could, digging her
fingernails into his fur. Oh, oh, he was making her feel good!
"Uhhhhhh!"
Francie bucked her ass, rolling, squirming on to the bed while her cum throes tortured
her with a pleasure too intense to stand. She could bear the headboard banging steadily
against the wall as her climax reached a sharp, roaring peak, then tapered off.
Bo was still licking her, drawing his tongue over her asscheeks as she lowered her feet
to the bed. Her heartbeat was coming back to normal while her vision cleared. It was at
this point the teen realized neither Bo nor she was alone in the bedroom.
"So, you're nervous about Brad, but you don't mind letting Bo lick your cunt?"
Francie fought through the fog that had settled over her brain. It was as if someone had
pulled the floor out from under her. She blushed with shame, feeling her life was over.
It was Diane, standing in front of the closed door, her hands folded in front of her.
There was a smirk on her face as she stood there, looking at the two of them.
Francie cringed with guilt. There would be talk all over the school. She could just hear
the laughter, see the stares as everyone talked about the girl who liked to get her cunt
licked by dogs. Her family would be shamed from the community.
"Diane, I can explain. It's those pictures, they made me feel... oh, I don't know, but I
just was sitting here and... and..."
Francie knew there was no logical explanation for what had happened except the truth.
She could still feel Bo's spit dribbling down between her thighs. And there were those
delicious steady pulses that made her cit throb even while Diane was there staring at
the two of them. Worse, Bo was nuzzling her, whining, working her ass over the sheets.
Francie knew what he wanted... the same release she had had moments before.
"Don't worry about it," Diane finally said, waving one hand carelessly in front of her.
"I've done it myself with him."
Francie's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe she was hearing this from her friend.
Diane came slowly over to Bo, reaching down and petting his hard cock. It seemed like
such a natural act. Only when she watched her friend's fingers start to jack the dog off
did Francie gasp.
"I don't think you're in any position to sound shocked, considering what you were
doing! God, Francie, you're really hot when you get excited. Brad doesn't know what
he's missing. You're probably going to burn his cock up once you decide to fuck him!"
Francie shook her head violently back and forth.
"I didn't... fuck anybody. This was something different. He was just touching me with
his tongue, and. . and then I came – sort of."
"Yes, yes, I know," Diane said impatiently, giving her a broad, knowing wink. "But you
can let him fuck you without breaking your cherry, if that's what you're worried about."
Francie shook her head. This night was nothing but unreal. First fucked by the dog's
tongue, and now her best friend was telling her she could go one better and let him
really fuck her without worrying about the consequence Francie moved back, shaking
her head.
"Maybe we should go back to the party. The guys are down there and..."
"And talking about pool or something," Diane said, starting to undress.
Francie watched with growing disbelief as her friend slipped off her designer tshirt and
jeans, wearing just her panties, as she looked slyly at Francie.
"If you don't wanna watch, you can leave."
"Watch what?"
The thought that something dreadful was going to happen in front of her crossed
Francie's mind. Diane had something up her sleeve. She could tell that right away. The
tall brunette slipped her panties off her ankles, holding them in front of the curious Bo,
who sniffed the crotch. Immediately his bushy tail wagged happily to and fro, his eyes
lighting up like two beacons. Francie turned away. This can't be happening, she told
herself again, biting down on her lower lip while Diane scooted onto the bed next to
her.
"You gotta make room for me, Francie. I'm not going to lick your cunt."
"Diane!"
Francie knew she was blushing violently. She could feel her cheeks burning as if they
were on fire. Her friend was there stark-naked, her legs spread apart, her fingers
dipping down into her bushy aunt. Francie couldn't help staring at Diane's cunt. Diane
had so much brown fluffy hair down there, much more than the thin fine blonde
strands covering her own cunt. And, Francie guessed, Bo was quite familiar with the
girl's pussy.
"Watch what happens to him when I start playing with myself. That's how I found out
what he likes to do... as if you didn't know," Diane said, nudging her friend with a
giggle.
"Diane, I think I've had enough," Francie said' breathlessly. She didn't want to see any
more. There was more than enough for her to digest already without watching her
friend go through her own rite of sexual satisfaction.
But Diane put a restraining hand across her tummy, holding her back while she began
pushing her finger between her puffing cuntal lips. Her face slackened, her mouth
opening while she shut her eyes and sighed. A slight tremor ran through her body as
she started playing with herself. Against her will, Francie found herself watching.
"See? Look at Bo? Boy, I bet he'd just like to get his tongue down into me, just the way
he had it goin' in you before!"
Diane was licking her lips, shifting her thighs from side to side, slowly at first, then
increasing her speed until tiny beads of perspiration dotted her forehead.
Francie turned away, feeling her breathing going out of control again. She was getting
hot, real hot watching herself, actually finger-fucking herself right there in front of her
and that darned animal. And Bo was staring down at her once more, licking his chops
like some hungry wolf. But he had other things in mind.
"What did you mean, I could fuck him and not lose my cherry?" Francie asked
suddenly.
"Just hold your hands like this, see?"
Diane was bracing both hands like a cup around her pussy, keeping her thumbs up and
stiff.
"Bo, see this?"
Francie watched as the animal dipped his head, his tongue hanging out even farther.
She guessed he had had more than a few experiences with Diane.
"He can't get in deeper than you let him. Besides," Diane concluded with a shrug, "he's
not that big anyway. Not like Brad, I'll bet."
"Diane!"
"Come on. It's real freaky feeling something good and hot and hard going in and outta
you. Try it. You're dying to, I can tell," Diane said, her words becoming harder to
understand because of all her breathlessness.
She started tossing her head, her hair dancing over her narrow shoulders while she
rubbed the backs of her naked legs back and forth over the coverlet. She was peeling
back her outer labes while she massaged her slick cuntal juices into her steamy pussy
crack. It sounded squishy and wet. Francie felt a sympathetic thrill in her pussy as the
nub of Diane's cut rose from its hood. She licked her lips, half shutting her eyes.
"Oh, Diane... you're right!"
Francie was touching herself, feeling her fingers sliding along her outer labes, still slick
with the dog's spittle. She found herself fucking her hips up and down. Did she dare do
something like that? Was she that brave to get down and let the dog touch her again,
then let him... fuck her?
"Come on, Francie. It's no big deal," Diane encouraged, forcing her friend down.
Bo seemed to know what was going on. He whimpered, bobbing his head up and
down, pinning back his pointy ears while licking his chops. His eyes were fixed on
Francie's cunt, his nostrils quivering as once again he caught the scent of a hot pussy.
And it was hot. Francie was amazed at how warm and moist her cunt was becoming.
And she had just cum with the dog's tongue in her cunt minutes before! She wriggled
down onto the bed, her legs rubbing against Diane's while so trotted over until be was
standing crouched between her legs.
"Now, raise em. Yeah, that's right. Just like you saw in those magazines," Diane
encouraged, dipping her fingers in and out of her pussy and painting her thighs with
her juices.
"Uh, it's so freaky, Diane, I don't know about this."
"Just remember, keep your hands down there to keep Bo from popping your cherry,"
Diane advised, shaking the long brown hair from her eyes. "Otherwise, he's gonna tear
right through."
Tear brough her cherry? The thought took breath away! Francie tucked her ass under
and caught her breath the moment she felt he dog's tongue touching her once more.
This time there would be no licking. This time they were going to do it for real!
She rolled back, feeling the weight of her body increase on her shoulder blades while
her knees draped over her belly. There was that delicious, itchy sticking of her cuntlips,
the feel of her pussy being spread open while those wonderfully hot juices oozed from
her cunt slit and trickled down her asscrack. Diane approved.
"That's it, Francie! Oh, you're real good at that!"
"Oh, come on, Bo. Come on and do it to me," Francie whispered, feeling the awful
words bubbling up from somewhere in her.
The German shepherd whimpered, looking around, then putting one tentative paw on
her right upper thigh. Francie shuddered, keeping her asscheeks as flat as she could
against the sagging bed. So hesitated, then put his second forepaw on her thighs.
Francie loved the sensation, the feeling of his claws scratching her flesh lightly. She
squirmed a little, keeping her hands flat against her sides while rolling her hips back a
bit more.
Bo was climbing onto her more confidently now, saliva from his maw dripping onto her
belly. She bucked her tummy in fear and excitement, staring up at the large animal as
he hunkered down atop her. There was the touch of something very hot and pointy
against her ass. Francie knew it as his cock. He was stabbing blindly, rubbing it against
her asscheeks trying to get the thing in. She remembered quickly what her friend had
told her, and brought her hands around, cupping her fingers around her throbbing little
cunthole, readying herself for her first fuck.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Francie wrinkled her face as if she were in pain. Those stinging, itchy throbs shot
through her clit once more. Only this time they were much more intense! It was the
thought of being fucked, of being penetrated by a cock, even if it belonged to Bo! She
felt something pinching her nipples. It was Diane, playing with her, pinching her tit
tips while still finger-fucking herself. Francie didn't care. It was all so strange, so
wonderfully new to her.
"Fuck, fuck"
Bo obliged. Slowly he dropped his small, muscular ass, his tail tickling across the tops
of the girl's ankles.
Francie took in a deep breath and held it until her eyes swam. There was a stabbing
motion.
Bo was stabbing his cock at her crotch. Her body felt so alive, more alert to sensation
than it ever had in her young life. She loved the wiry scratchy touch of the dog's fur
against her tummy and belly. She thought her body would melt as the dog's cock slid
up toward her pussy. She was squirming as Diane pinched her right nipple real hard.
"Oh, hurt!"
"Good! Go for it, Francie! Let him fuck you like he fucks me!"
Francie felt the warm, tight feeling around her cunt shoot up to her brain. She spread
her legs a little farther, feeling her muscles and ten dons pull against her throbbing
cunt.
Bo was dry-fucking her now, stroking his cock back and forth at the mouth of her cunt.
She could feel her clit glowing, then shrinking back as the dog's prick slipped forward
again. That little stem was too sensitive right now to take a direct touch.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Now, Francie! Now's the time to do it!" Diane encouraged.
"Now!"


Chapter 3

"Ohhhhh... uhhhh, Bo, oh do it, doggie! Fuck me good!"
Francie squirmed on the bed again, twisting her taut white ass around on the wrinkling
bed-sheet. At times she stuck her friend with one of her clenched fists, her mind
whirling around out of control while the big German shepherd fucked her mercilessly.
She liked it, liked it a lot the way his furred body pounded regularly against her thighs.
Her tits jiggled with every forward fuck-thrust of the dog's hips. She rubbed the insides
of her ankles against his sides, loving the warm soft sensation of his hair against her
flesh. Fucking. Fucking. She was fucking, keeping her hands down there around her
pussy to make certain Bo wouldn't get carried away and pop her cherry.
"Oh, Diane, you were right! It's so good, so wonderfully good!"
Francie kicked one leg high, fanning her toes until they cramped. The sweet warmness
of her cunt was intensifying to a much sharper feeling. She jerked like a speared fish,
gouging her cut against all those slick bumps that covered his cock. Her pussy juice
sprayed out, wetting down her asscrack.
Oh, oh, how good it was, feeling his prickmeat sliding over her clit. Francie sighed,
feeling a sharp, hot electric charge shooting from her hot cit to her brain. She rocked
her ass from left to right, feeling his cock gouging her pussy.
She felt the dog licking her now, lapping his tongue across her tits, sanding her pinched
nipples. Francie closed her eyes, seeing the world blowing to pieces in front of her. She
shivered, loving that fucked feeling, the feeling of being stretched, of her cunt being
filled.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Ohhhh, Diane, something's happening! Oh God, I'm gonna cum... cummmmm!"
"Oh, do it, Francie! Wow, it's the best thing when you've got his cock in you and you
cum! I mean it," Diane gasped, her eyes wide and glazed as she watched her friend
rolling around in bed with the animal.
"Oh, oh, do it to me, doggie! Fuck me! Fuck that thing in me harder! Harder!"
Francie tensed her thigh and ass muscles, lif ing her hips from the bed and fucking
back at the dog. Up and down, up and down, working her thighs so rapidly
perspiration streaked her forehead and cheeks. Fucking! Fucking! She had read so much
about it and now it was happening to her!
The girl twisted around again, feeling her feet banging against Diane. A low moan
seeped from her throat. She wanted his cock deeper in her. But fear prevented the girl
from experimenting.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Close, very very close. The rising heat in her cunt was making Francie move like a
crazy woman on the bed. She could feel the constant wet rubbing of his cock against
the sides of her fingers! How hot and wet and bumpy that thing was piercing her cunt
again and again! She bit her lower lip until she could taste blood, moving her fingers in
a little more, adding to the friction against his cock. Bo liked that. He shook his furry
head and let out an appreciative whine. She felt the brush of his tail against her ankles
again and sighed. How wonderful! How deliciously wonderful it was having this
monster dog fucking her!
"Fuck... oh, oh, oh!"
Her face was red and pinched and wrinkled as the hot intensity seemed to bubble up in
her then stay there, hovering like some glowing cloud right around her clit. The young
girl moaned. She opened her eyes and stared straight at the ceiling. She would have to
cum soon. She knew she couldn't hold back this long without having some kind of
heart attack. Francie had panting breaths now, her fingers trembling against her cunt
and the animal's cock.
"Uhhhh... huhhhhr! Huhhhhrrrr!"
Every bump of his prick sent the girl higher and higher.. The only thing that mattered,
was that the dog wedged between her knees, fucking her, driving her up the wall. The
rapid clicking of his cock against her cunt was more rapid now, more intense. Or was
that just her mind tuning into it a little better. Francie didn't know. She tossed her hips
with wild abandon, the juggling beating, rocking movement of her body nearly, tossing
the big German shepherd from her thighs. She couldn't let him go. Oh no! She would
have to hold onto him, hold onto him with all her strength as the lights of the room
seemed to dim around her.
Francie called out, holding onto the dog as hard as she could while a hot fire started
around her cunt. She could hardly keep up with the animal while her belly tensed with
excitement. The mountain inside her crashed to pieces, sending jolts of electricity
rushing up her thighs to her overloaded brain. It was happening! Diane was right!
There was nothing, nothing like having a dog cock inside you when your climax hit!
"Yaghghghhghghghh!"
Arching her spine, pressing her head back into the pillow as she had done earlier,
Francie felt herself cum and cum and cum. She exploded, her mind coming apart as she
wept and struggled against the big, furry, fucking dog. Huge waves of climax blew
through her, shattering the girl, turning her into a fucking machine. She felt her cuntal
walls gripping down on the dog's fucking prick, holding it there while wads of doggie
spunk shot down into her convulsing pussy.
"Oh, oh, Francie, that's good, so good!"
Diane was off on her own right now, dipping her fingers in and out, touching her cit all
the time while watching her friend cumming with the fucking animal.
"Cumming too, Francie. Oh, wow, wow, I'm cumming too!"
The words bubbled from the brunette's mouth while she dipped her fingers in and out,
in and out of her cunthole. She was digging at the mattress with her heels, tossing her
shoulders back and forth while her straight brown hair splashed over her face and the
pillow. She was babbling nearly as loudly as Diane, turning around now and rolling
onto her belly. She was fucking her fingers, driving her ass up and down while pushing
her fingers up into her cunt.
"Oh, ohhhhh!"
Diane grabbed a pillow in frantic haste, jammed it between her thighs and clamped it
hard. She was pumping her ass wildly while Francie came. Turning around, Diane saw
her friend cumming, watching her pumping her ass wildly now.
Francie smiled weakly at her, feeling her cunt slacken around the animal's cock. Bo was
pulling back now, shaking his head and looking down at her. He gave her a friendly,
appreciative lick across the tummy. Francie liked that. She felt the slick bumps puffing
back, tick ling the nerves of her cunt, super-sensitive still from the fucking. She
shivered, feeling her skin break out into goosepimples when Bo pulled all the way out.
With a groan of relief, the blonde dropped her legs to the bed, drawing her knees
together. What was she supposed to do or say now? Diane was lying there, moaning
dreamily into the pillows, moving her naked ass up and down. Francie bit her lip again,
afraid to ask her best friend the next question.
"Diane, you're not gonna... tell anybody about this, are you?"
"Huh?"
"You're not gonna tell anybody about what happened up here, are you?"
Diane rolled back around, pushing the pillow from between her legs and grinning.
"Why should I do that? We're gonna have lots of fun with Bo. I do. It's sure a lot better
having him around than waiting for some of those guys to come up. I think they're
more interested in making quarter bets on their ping pong games than doing anything
with us," Diane said, making a face.
"Wow, am I a mess!"
Francie got up, looking down at her crotch. Her cunthairs were slicked down against
her swollen, red cuntmeat while a thin trickle of white stuff oozed from her pussy slit.
She shuddered. She had been so close to letting the dog fuck her all the way. She
crossed her arms, rubbing her fingers briskly up and down over her flesh.
"There's a bathroom over there to shower." Diane said, putting a friendly hand on
Francie's shoulder. "Nobody's gonna know about this as long as neither of us tells."
Francie gave Diane an appreciative smile, swinging her long thin legs over one side of
the bed and standing up a little shakily.
Bo was busy licking his furry balls and cock, hardly noticing her as she shuffled bare
foot across the carpeted floor to the bathroom.
Standing there, looking at her swollen, sensuous mouth in the mirror, Francie tried
telling herself she'd just been licked then fucked by a dog.
Francie closed her eyes, gripping the cold edge of the porcelain sink and inhaling
sharply. It had been quite a night!
"The boys are waiting, Francie. We've gotta get back down or somebody's gonna be
snooping around for us," Diane called through the door.
Francie stepped into the shower, letting the warm water caress her young naked body.
She showered quickly, then dried herself, coming out of the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around her body.
Diane was already half-dressed.
"Brad's still there... that is, if you want anything to do with him after having had a
session with Bo," she said with a wink.
Francie blushed beet-red, avoiding the dog as she unwrapped the towel from around
her body and draped it neatly over the back of a nearby chair.
"I think I'm gonna go home in a while," Francie said, a little breathless.
"Come on, Francie! The ceiling's not gonna fall. Let's go downstairs and talk about it."
Diane took her hand.

* * *

Some miles away, Donna Williams was pacing the floor of her living room, glancing at
the blue-faced dial of her digital watch and wondering when her daughter would arrive.
It was still early – just half-past ten. Still, Donna had been hoping Francie would tire of
the party and come home a little early. It was her daughter's first real night out without
some adult supervision. All sorts of idea raced through Donna's head – pictures of
Francie being raped. She thought of her daughter rebelling openly from her, perhaps
leaving that night to spend her ruined life with some boy she'd just met.
It was insane. Donna knew that. Francie was a level-headed, intelligent girl who had
been brought up right. Still, she couldn't stop the dreadful chain of images racing
through her mind.
"Ohhhh!"
And the tingly feeling her cunt was giving her again didn't help her either. It was
outright lust. She felt as if she would die unless she had a man crawling atop her,
holding her down, putting his his cock into her and making her feel things she hadn't
experienced since her late husband Al died three years ago.
Three years! Donna moaned with grief when she thought about it. Three years since
she had felt something in her cunt, something that made her twist and writhe while
hot, delicious stinging throbs shot through her body and up to her brain. Her mouth
opened, a rush of air escaping over her teeth as Donna grabbed the back of a wing chair
for support.
"Ohhhh!"
And the new man she had hired to help clean up the yard and keep the ground in order
only made things worse. She had nearly lost her composure when he arrived today for
the first time, his shirt off and draped over one shoulder, a cocky look on his face, and
those two large dogs behind him.
At first she thought he was going to rape her on the spot. Donna almost wished that
sick fantasy had happened. But he was just a kid in college, just wanting some money
for school. He wasn't going to fuck her.
Donna closed her eyes, feeling her fingernails creasing her palms. She thought she
could see her life stretching out in front of her – a plain, endless desert under a sterile
white sky.
"Drink. I've got to have a drink."
One certainly wouldn't hurt. It would be her first this evening. Sauntering to the bar,
feeling that awful slick rub of her swollen cuntlips against one another, Donna poured a
stiff vodka tonic, downing half of it in one gulp. She liked the burning sensation of the
liquor as it slid down her throat and warmed her tummy. But it was making that
itchiness between her legs all the more intense.
Donna felt that hot spot become warmer, become tighter. She wavered, her fingers
tensing around the glass. Jack – the handyman – was staying in the old maid's quarters
just above the garage. He was there tonight. She had seen the lights on while she
escorted Francie out to Brad's car. Perhaps she should go up to him, make certain he
was... comfortable.
Donna felt her cheeks burn with shame, the glass shaking in her hand. She knew the
reason why she wanted to go up there – to flaunt herself in front of him, to offer
herself like some damned sacrifice. It had been so long since she'd flirted with a man.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn!"
The vodka was making her a little unsteady. Donna freshened her drink, deciding she
would step outside and take some air before returning inside and playing the role of a
concerned mother.
Opening the French windows, Donna stopped out into the patio area, inhaling the cool
fresh air and smelling the overwhelming aroma of the flowers nearby.
She took another drink, feeling the cold ice pressing against her lips while her nipples
began to stand out itchily and press against her bra. Maybe she would touch herself
again tonight, slip her fingers between her hot cuntlips and think of some faceless man
fucking her. It was something she wasn't comfortable with. It seemed so lonely, so... so
frustrating thrashing around and having only her own fingers to caress her pussy. But
what else was there?
In a moment Donna found herself looking at those light above the garage. Jack was still
up, working, no doubt, on his homework from college.
All she could think about was the bulge pressing up against the fly of his Levi's, and the
fact that he seemed to be avoiding her hot stare as he spoke.
Donna was about to turn around when she noticed something moving in the rock
garden nearby. The woman froze, feeling her skin tingle.
Donna backed toward the French doors, feeling her mouth grow dry as the shape
hunkered toward her. In a moment, however, she saw it was one of the large black
Dobermans Jack had taken with him.
"Oh, thank goodness!" she said, putting one hand to her throat and laughing at her
own mistake.
The animal stopped, cocking his head on one side. Donna was about to turn around
when he moved forward, bumping his snout against her right thigh. She stopped,
turning about and looking down at the beast. Was it Magic? Or was it Bodego? Jack
had introduced her to the two dogs, but Donna was uncertain which was which,
considering how little she had paid attention to his conversation this afternoon.
"Magic?"
He wagged his stubby tail, nuzzling her again. Donna smiled, bending down and
petting the animal gently behind the pricked ears. What a beautiful dog, nearly as
beautiful as its owner. Donna sighed, giving Magic a final pat then turning away. It was
then with surprise when she felt a sudden hot wash of tongue across the backs of her
legs, a touch that made her strangely weak. Wheeling around, Donna saw a look in
Magic's eyes, a look that made her tremble and drop the liquor glass.


Chapter 4

"Magic?"
He came at her, jumping quickly, putting his forepaws against her tummy and shoving
her back. Donna lost her balance, caught completely off-guard. She stumbled backward,
her legs twisting together, finally tumbling into a cluster of bushes near the door. She
felt the hot wash of his tongue between her asscheeks. The woman jerked so hard from
surprise she drew her knees nearly up to her chin. The dog was on her in a flash, his
strong legs bumping the insides of her thighs. It was so strange feeling his touch. She
crawfished backward, pushing herself farther into the bushes.
Donna was still uncertain as to what Magic wanted. There was still the fear he would
attack her, rip her throat with those killer fangs and leave her to bleed to death here on
the patio. But then he was nuzzling his black powerful mouth against her thighs. His
tongue slipped out, quickly touching her swollen cuntal slit.
Donna reached down, feeling the world spinning around her, as she felt her knees
spreading apart from one another.
"Ohhh, Magic, what are you... what are you doing?" Donna gasped.
She could shout out for Jack, for him to come rushing down and retrieve his errant dog.
But something kept the woman from doing anything. Instead, she crouched there in the
bushes, feeling the animal's tongue washing over her. It was good, good to feel
something other than her fingers caressing her thighs. As terrible as this might be,
Donna couldn't help but smile at his warm, loving caressing touch. It had been so long,
so very very long since she had felt like this.
"Magic... oh, that's so good when you touch me like that. Oh, oh, lick me like that,
Magic, lick me," Donna whispered.
A light breeze from the east lifted her long blonde hair from her shoulders. The cool air
felt good against her burning cheeks. She was get ting so warm, feeling uncomfortable
in her clothes while her nipples were scratching more irritatingly against her bra.
"Magic, later... no, not here," Donna groaned, pushing the dog back.
She found herself on her hands and knees, feeling her cunt burning so hotly she could
have cried. Her tits hung down sexily, puffing against her upper chest while her dress
was being nosed up by the curious, hot Doberman. She could feel his warm breath
panting against her asscheeks.
"No!"
Donna swatted back as she tried to make her way back to the French windows.
Then Magic drew his tongue over her exposed pussy, slopping it up from the bottom of
her furry hot cunt to her cut, lingering there atop her fuck button and forcing out more
juice from her hole.
Donna froze, her mouth slackening while drool oozed from the corners of her lips. She
hung her head down, her elbows wobbling while her thighs shuddered. That damned
touch had taken the will and strength from her.
Donna sighed, pressing her forehead against one of the panes of the French windows.
She could no more move inside the house and get away from the Doberman than fly to
the moon! He saw her hesitation and acted quickly. He jumped, knocking the woman
hard against the rattling doors. Donna felt the strong legs on her back, the underside of
his heavy, muscular body pumping against her exposed ass.
"Oh!"
There was something there, something that made her feel both joy and panic at the
touch. His dick. His cock, hard and long and thick trying to squeeze into her cunt.
Magic had smelled her in the garden as she'd been gazing at those damned lights over
the garage. He had sniffed her out and was going to make her his bitch! Bitch! Fucking
like dogs.
"Oh, Magic, this can't happen tonight. It really can't."
But Donna couldn't stop him. She felt him still pumping as she moved around the
doors. Eventually he slipped from her body, barking angrily as she swatted back at him
a second time.
"No, quiet, Magic!"
He swarmed around her, slipping his muzzle deep inside her cunt. She heard him
growling, tossing his head, feeling the vibrations of his voice through her pussy. It was
almost like having a furry vibrator fucking her, she thought.
Weakly, Donna tried moving around. She choked, trying to get the air back in her
lungs. Magic was making funny noises as he plowed her cuntlips open and ate on the
hot juices flowing from her.
Donna shook her head, falling to her side, finally roIling onto her back. Her dress was
up around her waist now, her cunt completely exposed to the dog.
"Stop it, Magic! No, no, go back, go back," she said, clenching her fists and pounding
them lightly against the dog's face.
But Magic was already on her, his forepaws braced on her inner thighs while his tongue
dripped spittle on her belly.
Donna froze, staring up into the animal's eyes. He was such a beautiful dog, such a
large, massive animal. And there he was, forcing her down onto the ground, holding
her prisoner.
"Ohhhhh, no!"
He was moving back down, drawing his tongue along her thighs. Donna hoped for a
second he had tired of his game and would let her go. Then she felt him opening his
jaws and closing them down on her right thigh. She froze, kicking one leg out, jerking
her body to the left and letting out a muted cry. She could feel his fangs pressing
teasingly, dangerously into her flesh.
She was dizzy, forcing herself to push the dog away.
"Ow!"
Magic let go when the pain became too great. Donna let out a whimper as the animal
moved down and started wriggling his nose deep into her cuntal cleft. Donna jerked her
legs apart. The animal was yipping, bracing his paws against her asscheeks while licking
at her clit. He was directing his sloppy, licking tongue at it all the time, sanding it over
her fuck bud until the woman felt herself panting nearly as heavily as the animal.
Oh, oh, how hot and itchy her nipples were, roasting up in the confines of her bra!
Donna licked her lips twice, drawing her hands up to her tits and squeezing them. She
winced, feeling her tit tips throb at the touch while Magic kept on drawing his tongue
up and down, up and down over her cuntal crack.
"Uh! Uhh! Huhhhhrrrrr!"
She was twisting like a rutting whore, spinning her ass on the ground while letting that
awful dog have at her. Donna raised her legs up a little more, feeling her cunt pull open
for the big animal.
He was panting into her pussy, puffing air against the super-sensitive walls of her
fuckhole while licking up her flowing juices. How Donna liked that! It had been all too
long since some one had touched her like that! She let out a little squeal of delight,
sucking in lungfuls of air through her flared, burning nostrils. Perspiration streaked her
flushed face as the woman kept letting the Doberman lick her toward delightful ecstasy.
"Ohhh, doggie! Oh, Magic, it's so good, so good when you touch me there!"
She was encouraging the animal to touch her with his maw! That was unreal! Donna
shook her head, feeling her long blonde hair splashing over her face and tangling
around the corners of her mouth. She had to stop. Jack could be looking out his
windows right now, spotting her rutting like that right on her patio, letting his pet
touch her like that, rape her with his tongue. How he would laugh!
"No, Magic! Inside, inside! It's better in side," Donna panted.
Certainly doing something in her bedroom was far less dangerous than lying here with
her dress over her head and the dog wedged between her thighs.
Donna pushed Magic away, scooting backward on her ass while forcing down her dress.
She could see the Doberman was about to jump to bring her down and get back to his
hot, sloppy treasure. Donna pointed a warning finger at him, narrowing her eyes while
trying to appear stern.
"No! Magic, come with me, come with Donna," she said.
The dog stopped, cocking his head to one side and whimpering with confusion. He
shook his body, and only then did Donna realize something else had happened. His
prick! The dog's cock was sticking out, his red pointy cockhead having slipped from his
black, furry cocksheath. She shivered, getting up on shaky legs and wondering if she
had the courage to go through with this.
"Oh, the hell with it!"
She had gone too far. She had let this beast corner her and draw up images and feelings
that had to be satisfied. Regaining some of her strength, Donna opened the French
windows, patting her thighs and looking back at the beast.
"I said come on, Magic. Come on upstairs," Donna said, feeling it as if she were going
to fall from the excitement burning through her body.
It was as if she were walking on air. Nothing seemed real any more. She tip-toed
through the darkened living room, crossing the hail and climbing the stairs. She had to
grip the handrail tightly, feeling her cuntlips rub sexily and slickly against one another
as she moved up the steps.
Twice the woman had to stop, closing her eyes, feeling the burning itching of her cit
sap her strength.
Magic climbed behind her, looking around nervously at the unfamiliar surroundings,
then nudging her with his nose against her calves to make her move.
"Oh, all right, Magic, all right!"
She smiled weakly, finishing her climb, then finding herself gliding through the upstairs
corridor to her room. There was still time to back away, still time to force the beast
back outside and to his master. But Donna found herself opening the door, stepping to
one side and let ting the animal trot inside.
"Yes, Magic."


Chapter 5

Donna locked the door as if she had just admitted her illicit lover. She smiled, closing
her eyes and drawing in another long breath while putting one hand to her throat. It
was the same feeling she had had when she knew Al was going to fuck her. She felt
breathless, a little tired.
The small lamp to the left of her bed was on, giving the room an unearthly glow.
Donna unhitched her necklace, laying it carefully on the dressing table, then began
undressing.
"It's all right, Magic, it's okay," Donna whispered encouragingly, noticing how shaky
and low her voice had become.
Reaching around her, she unzipped her dress, letting it float to the floor and puddle
around her thighs. How odd she looked, standing there with her bra, her cunt exposed,
glistening still with the dog's spit!
She shivered, turning away from the full-length mirror and stepping from her dress.
Donna reached around once more, unhitching her bra and feeling the pleasant
sensation of her tits roiling from the cups and springing up and down against her upper
chest. How free she felt now, standing there naked in her own bedroom with the
Doberman looking on anxiously.
"Oh, Magic, what we're going to do!" Donna whispered, looking down at the big
Doberman.
The big black dog was wagging his stubby tail once more, looking up at her obediently.
Donna smiled, her lips quivering as a particularly powerful hot spasm bit into her clit.
She knew she had to have that dog, had to have him licking and lapping down into her
cunt. She needed Magic more than the air she breathed to fill her lungs.
"Here, boy, here."
She was drawing her fingers over her thighs, feeling the hot flesh burning beneath her
palms.
Magic obeyed her, trotting over to the woman and sitting down on his haunches,
pressing the side of his head against her left thigh.
Donna let out another sigh, turning and staring at the strange tableau in the mirror. A
woman and her dog! She threw back her head and laughed a little drunkenly.
It was odd watching the mirror, almost as if she were watching some dirty movie. The
two of them were an exciting-looking couple, she had to admit. Her long legs, her flat
tummy, her high-riding tits that lay nicely on her upper chest, those long, stiff red
nipples – everything about her spoke of a woman in her prime. And there, there next
to her was the dog, his cock sticking straight out from his underbelly, his tongue licking
up and down over her thighs. How odd, and yet how excitingly natural this was!
"Oh, oh, Magic, this is so good, so very good! Your tongue is so good!"
The animal whined, moving around and standing in front of her. She moved her legs
far apart, letting his tongue wet her higher and higher. A feverish, chilly tingle swept
through her belly. She watched her reflection still, watching the steady progress of the
growing lust across her face.
Donna licked her lips again, curling her fingers and digging her nails into her thighs.
Oh, it was so good, so very good having the animal touching her like this! And there
would be more. A secret smile crossed her face, turning up the corners of her lips,
making Donna gasp with surprise as she saw that grin in the glass. Yes, there would be
much more.
Donna backed away from the mirror, thinking of the possibilities that awaited her and
the Doberman.
"Magic."
Donna made a small crying noise in her throat. Magic was smelling at her pink, puffy
cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue pressed against her closed cunt slit and moved up,
she let out another whimper. She liked this kind of teasing, this sort of tonguing before
he got down to business.
"Uhhhhh... oooooohhhhh!"
Donna put her fingers down and gently spread her outer labes. His sloppy pink tongue
went down deep, touching her cut. Sparks exploded through her delicate cuntal
membranes.
Another flood of juice slicked over her cuntlips. Even in the mirror she could see the
glistening pinkness of her pussy. It wasn't too hard for her to imagine what it would be
like having Jack down there, on his knees, touching her with his mouth while he jacked
his own cock.
"Crazy... oh, this is so crazy!"
Donna put one hand to her head, then backed away from the mirror toward her bed.
This would be it. She was tired of the flirtation. Her cunt burned for the dog.
"Come here, Magic, come to Donna," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and
spreading out her arms toward the large black Doberman.
Moving back, Donna scooted up until she felt her spine touching the headboard. She
had spread her legs, feeling her cuntlips unstick while the Doberman climbed onto the
bed and stood there between her ankles, a hunkering black devil risen from hell. She
felt her ass flattening against the mattress as she pushed her knees farther apart.
Magic growled, dropping his head down and moving slowly to her.
"A dog," she said out loud, her breathing becoming more and more labored.
Magic began licking over her belly, dripping spit onto her flesh. She brought both arms
up, guiding the animal, scratching him behind the ears, then pushing him back down
toward her pussy. His sloppy tongue was so deliciously hot, much better here than on
the patio. Here she had no worries about someone bursting in on them. Here she could
do as she chose.
The woman wallowed her shoulders against the headboard, then slipped down onto the
mattress, her toes pushing off the coverlet. She was boiling in her own excitement, her
body warming up to a climactic explosion while the dog continued his licking fuck.
Donna could only guess where all this would end!
Donna let out another deep sigh as she felt his coat brushing over her flesh. There was
something delicious about feeling his fur on her skin. She shivered, squirming up to the
big beast, loving the way he touched her with his maw, his tongue, his body. At times
she could feel his cock touching her legs. Donna wondered if she could go further,
beyond this to something she really needed. The woman froze for a moment, panting
every bit as hard as the dog.
Donna rolled around, bracing herself on her hands and knees. She thought that this
was the way Magic would like to fuck her. This was what they called dog-fuck style. She
could hear Magic whimpering behind her, his tongue lapping up her asscheeks and
down the backs of her thighs.
"Magic?"
The big animal licked her again, then drew his forepaws tentatively over her ass. Donna
licked her lips.
"Magic," she whimpered impatiently, feel ing the juices trickling maddeningly down her
asscheeks and thighs. "Do it, doggie. Fuck... oh!"
Donna felt the animal clamp onto her, his forelegs sliding around her chest and
gripping her tightly. The woman let out a long soft moan, feeling the furry, warm
weight of his body pressing against her spine. She stiffened her elbows, bracing herself
while Magic wriggled atop her.
Then she could feel it, that long, stiff, hot thing rubbing up against her cuntal slit. He
was on top of her, his head nestled between her jutting shoulder blades, his maw
pressed against the back of her neck.
Donna let her head fall down, her long blonde hair curtaining her face while she spread
her fingers out along the pillow under her. He was adjusting his grip on her, his paws
leaving long red scrape marks on her flesh.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
Magic stabbed his cock blindly against her pussy, tightening his hold on her.
Donna thought she would go out of her mind! The rubbing sensations were worse than
having his tongue sloshing into her cunt. He was teasing her, purposely working her up
until she could hardly see straight. That dog. That wonderful, wonderful dog was going
to fuck her soon!
"Ahhhhh!"
Donna snapped her neck up, feeling the world crashing down around her. He had done
it! Oh God, he had done it! At first there was just the pricking sensation, the tip of his
pointy cock rod spearing into her cuntal mouth. Then Magic became more brave and
sure of himself. Donna could feel his forelegs trembling as he jerked down and in.
Suddenly all those delicious little bumps were tickling her cuntal walls! She felt her own
legs tensing, her cuntal muscles trembling, then snapping shut, milking that fucking
prick.
"Ohhhhh!"
Donna couldn't stop herself from moaning. Surely her daughter would hear her cries of
delight if she went by the door. But Donna cared no longer. She couldn't stop moaning,
she couldn't stop moving. Her shivering cries, her feverish squirming were all part of
this fucking. The woman backed away from the headboard, feeling the bed bouncing
under her hands and feet. Fucking, fucking with this beautiful, wonderful dog! It was
more than her mind could handle.
Donna backed down once more, twisting her ass up, grunting with the effort of jerking
her butt around with the weight of the big animal pressing down against her. In! In! In!
Donna thought of that word again and again as the Doberman's pointy dick speared
through her cunt faster and harder.
Magic was getting more and more excited, holding onto her as if she would fly from the
mattress and crash through the ceiling.
"Uhhhh, oh fuck me, doggie! Oh, oh, Magic oh doggie, do it to me! Do it to me!
Wanna cock! Wanna dog's cock!" Donna cried.
She clenched her pussy muscles tightly down around the stabbing cock, releasing her
hold slowly, then cinching down once more. When her muscles were very tight around
the cockshaft just behind the pointy tip, Donna tossed her ass around with whipping,
feverish movements. The dog sounded as if he were strangling, pulling up his head and
barking angrily at her. Obviously, Donna thought, he was used to just sticking his cock
in, getting off, then getting out. But she wasn't about to let them off that easily.
The woman grunted with the effort again, clawing at the loosened coverlet beneath her.
She jerked her butt around and around, loving the gouging sensation she felt as Magic
rammed his prick harder and faster through her cunt.
"Oh, do it, doggie! Come on, bring me off, Magic! Do it to me!"
Magic twisted his head up, opening his jaws and letting out a high, thin wail. Donna
knew the dog was close, close to letting his load smash through her cunt. She dropped
her head again, closing her eyes, concentrating on the whirling golden ball of lust
making her belly swell.
She was going to cum! It was going to happen soon! Donna bit down on her lower lip,
concentrating on the slick in and out movements of the Doberman's cock through her
cunt. She trembled. It was all so fantastic! It had been so long since she had felt
something like this, a cock rodding through her, spreading her open, fucking her Magic
was better than her husband Al! Oh, the way he fucked her, the way he was holding
her, those strong, big forelegs wrapped around her chest while he slipped his prick meat
into her.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
And there behind her she could feel his fuzzy balls pillowing out against her cunt while
he fucked her. Donna couldn't stop her cunt from convulsing, couldn't stop the
rhythmic milking of the muscles around her pussyhole. Her cir cle of muscles
tightened, released, then tightened over and over again. She could feel the velvety
surfaces stroking the dog's cock, bringing him closer and closer to climax.
"Oh Magic, Magic."
Donna could feel her throat close in excitement. She was going to cum! She was going
to have her first cum in three years with a cock in her! The woman let out a howl,
feeling the cut ting spasms knifing into her clit, making her body twist and writhe while
the big animal held onto her like a strangling bear.
Donna cried out, her throat hurting, her lungs feeling as if they would burst. Again and
again her cuntal walls crashed down on the shooting cock, trapping it, holding tightly
onto it while wads of jizz spattered down into her pussy.
"Uhhhh... aghhghghhhhh!"
The room went white for Donna. That moment of madness had struck her full force in
the face, turning her into a wildly yelping, screaming animal. She could hear her own
cries as if she were at a distance. All that she could feel were the convulsions of her
pussy and the hot fury of Magic's doggie jizz spattering against her cuntal walls.
"Ooooooowwwwww!"
It was so good it hurt! Donna wriggled her butt again, feeling her nipples drag
sensuously over the coverlet. Cumming! Climax! Orgasm! All the words echoed in her
head as she concentrated on the delightful feel of Magic's prick rodding through her,
making her feel like a woman for the first time in years.
"Magic... owwwwwww!"
Donna thrashed and grunted, dancing her white, shivering ass as the dog fucked her all
the way. Centuries seemed to have passed by, time suspended while she came and came
and came.
When the woman finally felt reality start to creep back in, Donna found herself flat on
the bed, one hand tucked under the pillow, the other draped carelessly around the dog's
head. Magic was there on the bed, curled around, licking his prick. Every now and then
he turned around and peered over at the woman.
"Crazy, crazy dog."
Donna laughed, shaking her head and wondering which of them was the crazier. He
had been following natural instinct – fuck the cunt that was the hottest around him.
She had lured him on, taken him up to her bedroom and dragged him to her pillow.
She had spread her legs for him and let the animal lick her pussy until she nearly came
in his face. Then she had turned around and bobbed her ass invitingly in to the
Doberman's face until he had had no choice other than to flick her. Fuck – what a
wonderful word that was! And to think she had avoided even thinking about doing it!
"Magic, you're a crazy, wonderful dog! I wonder how your master is at this sort of
thing," she said, propping her head up on her fingers and thinking about the handyman
in the garage.
"But I feel so good, so darned good," Donna said, rolling onto her back and sucking in
a deep breath.
Again Magic paused, turning around and staring at her with that long tongue hanging
from the corner of his mouth. Donna shivered. She had wedged that powerful head
between her thighs and had held him prisoner while he had licked her with that
tongue.
Donna rolled up against the big warm dog, hugging his furred body against her belly
and tits. Magic whimpered, licking her face, her throat, her tits. He was satiated now
and so was she. But later on.
Francie would be home soon. There would be another day, another place where she and
Magic could slip away and fuck. But now she would have to turn him from her room
and pre tend this had never happened.
"Come on, boy. Go, go on back to Jack," she said, shoving the Doberman from the bed.
Donna picked up her clothes, laying them neatly across a nearby chair. Then she
padded bare-footed to the door where she slipped her blue dressing gown from the
hook and threw it over her narrow shoulders. Cracking the bedroom door open, the
woman peered down the darkened upstairs hall. There were no sounds coming from
Francie's room, no sounds from downstairs.
"Come on, boy. Come on. Go home," Donna whispered, gathering the silken blue
gown around her waist and making quick movements with one hand.
She felt something like fear and guilt as the big Doberman opened his jaws and
yawned, exposing his dark red mouth and those frighteningly sharp, white fangs. He
stretched his forelegs out, his powerful sides heaving in and out. He was acting just as
her late husband always had after having fucked her – indolent, almost lazy, pleased
with himself for having satisfied his ever-craving wile. Donna flushed, impatiently
tapping one finger against the door to get his attention.
Finally Magic stood up, jumping from the bed and trotting arrogantly past her. Donna
followed him, rushing by the animal to make certain once more her daughter wasn't
there. Donna scurried through the kitchen, cracking open the door and holding it while
Magic trotted past, giving her a quick look before breaking into a fast run and heading
toward the lighted garage.
Donna bit her lip, feeling hot tears swelling up in her eyes. Warm juice oozed from her
wet cuntslit, trickling down her thighs, mixing with the doggie cum that had been
sprayed so power fully into her pussy.
Donna closed the door, switching on the lock just as she heard a car pull up front.
Running to the living room, Donna parted the brown lace curtains, watching Francie
step elegantly from her date's car. The boy was talking to her, holding her by the hand
and Francie was laughing lightly, shaking her head from side to side and pulling away.
Satisfied her daughter was safe and intact, Donna rushed from the window and flew up
the stairs, her gown parting and nearly slipping from her shoulders. She reached her
room just as Francie called up to her.
"I'm home, Mother, and right on time. See? I told you I wasn't going to disappoint
you."
"That's good, dear. I'm terribly tired," Donna said, trying to put a yawn in her voice as
she stood halfway in her room, gathering her gown loosely about her. "We'll talk about
it in the morning. I want to hear all about the party."
Francie wrinkled her forehead, surprised that her mother wasn't waiting up with
tapping feet for her. Perhaps she was becoming more liberal, Francie hoped so. She
yawned, dragging herself up the stairs to her room.
Bo had taken the wind from her sails – twice! Twice she had done something with the
animal and once with her best friend watching and even touching her! Francie stopped
in the shadows, shaking her head in disbelief.
Opening her bedroom door, the young blonde teen threw herself over her bed, feeling
the room spinning about her. And Brad had wanted her to...
She laughed softly into the pillow, making small fucking movements against the
mattress.
"My name is Francie," she whispered three times, still trying to get her bearings as she
gently fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning she and her mother had a long talk about the party. Francie made up
most of the details, heavily substituting stories for what really occurred up in Diane's
bedroom. It was with some shock, then, when her friend showed up dressed in a tiny
bikini. Donna frowned, but relented when she learned the girls only wanted to sun
themselves by the backyard pool.
Francie dressed quickly, snugging her silky blue bottom patch over her cunt and
shivering at the cool smooth touch of the material over her labes. When she came out, a
towel over one shoulder, she saw Diane gawking in the direction of the garage. Jack was
there, his shirt off, perspiration streaking his tanned, muscled body.
"Who's that?"
Diane was fluttering her lashes, working her tiny butt back and forth over the lounge
chairs.
"Oh, that's Jack somebody-or-other. Mom hired him a couple of days ago," Francie said
flippantly, noticing the young man but not wanting Diane to see her interest.
"He's neat! I wouldn't mind him crawling into me any day," Diane said, her cheeks
flushed with excitement.
"Diane! I don't want to get involved with anybody working for us," Francie countered,
refusing to admit she had noticed him the moment he stepped in.
"Well, that's your problem," the girl sniffed, working some suntan oil over her skin.
"You know, Bo and I made it again after you left."
Diane was sliding her fingers around her crotch, letting some of the oil work its way
under the narrow elastic band of her bikini bottoms. Francie saw the material stain.
"I've gotta stop letting that dog touch me like that... and fuck me. It could get habit
forming or something. And then I won't want guys."
"Weird."
Francie never thought of it like that – of wanting just animals and not guys. What had
happened up there was freaky, but exciting. She saw nothing wrong with letting a dog
pet her like that, even fuck her, just as long as she didn't go crazy or something over it.
And she still had her cherry.
"Well, maybe I'll make a play for Mr. Jack over there some day. He can cure me of it if
anybody can," Diane said, giggling again.
Francie could see her friend's nipples growing stiff and hard, pressing against the yellow
thin material of her bikini tops. The warm sun against her tiny crotchband was starting
to turn her on; as was her friend's conversation. And there was Jack with his two dogs.
Francie passed one hand over her forehead, feeling a little dizzy again.


Chapter 6

Francie thought of her friend's words long after Diane had left for home. Her mother
was inside somewhere, probably having a drink or two, trying to numb herself. Francie
sighed. If only her mother would get a job or something. That would surely take care of
a lot of problems, the girl thought as she felt the warm plastic under her legs.
A clanging sound to the right brought her around again. There was Jack and his dogs.
Francie felt her lips curling up into a sexy smile. Well, it wouldn't hurt if she were to go
over there and have a talk with the handiman. It was only being friendly. She saw he
was going back into the garage, probably up into his room.
Standing out there was a Doberman she'd heard him call Magic and one of the largest
Ger man shepherds Francie had ever seen in her life. They were lying down now.
Francie rose from the lounge, feeling her cunt start to tingle again when she caught
sight of the German shepherd and thought of Bo. This dog was a little larger and just as
handsome.
Slipping her feet into her sandals, the young blonde teen shuffled across the lawn. She
stopped for a moment at the garage door, looking back at her house. No, her mother
wasn't watching. Biting her lip, Francie stepped around the two dogs, noticing out of
the corner of one eye that both were sniffing the air, looking curiously at her. Again the
girl hesitated, then she curled her fingers and rapped quickly at his door.
"Hi. I'm Francie Williams, Donna Williams' daughter. I thought I'd come by and say
hello or something," Francie said, feeling unsure of herself now she was face to face
with him. "Hi. Yeah, Jack Stafford. Glad to meet you."
Francie could see the glistening sheen of sweat on his chest and shoulders. She liked
that sight and felt her tummy tighten a bit. They talked idly for a few minutes and
Francie was glad to see that Jack had noticed her body. She could see that in his eyes
right away. Oh wow, wouldn't Diane have given anything right now to be in her place!
In her place, Diane would probably be taking her bottoms off now and grabbing his fly.
Francie reddened at that thought, nearly giggling right in the middle of a sentence. This
whole situation was all so new for her and Francie was unsure of how to act. She gave
Jack a friendly smile.
"You want something to snack on? I saw you and your friend out by the pool," Jack
said, backing into the small apartment.
"Did you?"
Francie followed him, feeling as if she were being dragged in by some powerful magnet.
Jack fumbled around his makeshift kitchen, finally puffing out some chips and handing
them to her. She smiled more broadly and they sat down. Francie was glad he hadn't
put on his T-shirt. Even his muscles seemed to have muscles and he smelled sweaty and
musky and good.
"And I want to get my degree by next year. Then I can start looking for a good job in
an engineering firm," he said, handing her the bag of chips again.
Francie shook her head, pushing herself up from the table.
"I'm afraid of putting on weight. I can't wear these," she said, pointing to her bikini top
and bottom, "if I eat too many of those."
Francie moved around the table and walked around the room, looking at some of his
books, then testing the big bed shoved to one corner of the room.
Jack had been cleaning up the table, watching her closely at the same time.
"It's really been hot lately," she said, falling back across the bed.
Francie was amazed at her brazenness but she just couldn't help it right now. She let
her legs go apart just enough so the small bikini was tight against her cunt. She was
certain that from where Jack was he could see the soft curve of her cuntal mound. She
shivered now, pretending she could already feel Jack's hands on her, his fingers
touching her nipples, her thighs, his prick rubbing fresh life into her pussy.
"Yeah, real hot," Jack said, wiping the back of his neck with a cool towel.
Francie felt wet down there, nearly as wet as she had felt when Bo had done all those
delightful things to her. Jack's eyes were on her hard and for a moment the girl thought
he was going to do something. But then he turned away from her, moving back to the
small sink.
"Maybe I should come back later when you aren't so busy," she pouted.
"Yeah. I've got some stuff I have to get done."
He still had his back to her. Francie grabbed her pride and hurried down the steps. She
thought she would die from embarrassment. Jack had turned his back on her, actually
turned his back! Oh, why was she so dumb about things like this anyway? If only
Diane were there. She would have told her what she'd done wrong.
Why were things so difficult? With Bo there were no problems. He was hot and so easy.
Hadn't Diane told her that making it with an animal was so simple a woman could get
too used to it? Francie shook her head, sure she would never be the kind of woman
who made it with dogs all the time.
She reached the outside of the garage, holding onto the door for support. Anger raged
around in her but there was something else too, some thing like the tingling edge of
sexual excitement. She hadn't realized that just being in a guy's room, wearing a skimpy
bikini, would work her up like that. But there was no mistaking the tenderness of her
tits or the way her nipples glowed when the patches of her bikini top rubbed over them.
Francie felt a little out of breath, a little tired. She leaned against the wall, putting one
hand to her chest and getting her breathing under control. It was then she felt
something rubbing up against the soft spots behind her knees. It was Magic and the
other dog! Francie pushed herself away from the wall, staring wildly down at the big
dogs.
"No!"
It was broad daylight and what where they trying to do to her? Then she heard more
rattling from upstairs. It was Jack, Jack moving around, cleaning house rather than
touching her. Francie felt more shame and guilt.
"Okay, come on."
She would show him. She would show him no one could make a fool of her! She would
fuck those animals right there, right there in the garage just twelve feet under his cock!
Quietly Francie closed the garage door, letting both animals in. They stood there by her
mother's Mercedes, cocking their heads to one side, staring curiously at her. Francie
looked around, then saw that old couch. Moving over to it, Francie shook the dust
cover from it, draping it over the white Mercedes' hood.
"Here, boys, here."
She would have two dogs, two of them servicing her body, making her feel good. The
Ger man shepherd was first, growling at his buddy, the moving over to her tummy and
drawing his tongue over her hot flesh.
Francie's face wrinkled with pleasure, her lips parting and a gasp escaping from over
her front teeth. She shifted her thighs from side to side, feeling the smooth, satiny
bikini bottom rubbing up deliciously against her clit. She drew her hands up, cupping
them over her tits and rubbing the bikini top over her nipples until she thought she
would go crazy from the touch.
"Oh, oh, that's good, doggie! I don't know what your name is, but it's so good when
you touch me there like that with your tongue."
She was breathing uneasily now, her sighs echoing in the dark, empty garage. The
German shepherd had climbed onto the sofa now and was mouthing her toes, licking
down between them and touching the ticklish, sensitive spots. Magic was up against her
right side, his forelegs braced against the sofa while his head dipped down. His tongue
was sanding over her bikini top, wetting it down quickly with his spit.
Looking down, Francie could see her nipples easily now through the wet silken
material. It was as if she were wearing nothing and she then decided that was a good
idea. With some effort the young teen reached around and untied her bikini top,
slipping it from her body and letting it fall to the dirty, greasy garage floor.
Magic backed away a little, then moved in for the kill, mouthing her nipples, drawing
his tongue over and over the hard pointy tit tips. Gingerly Francie touched the big dog,
arching her spine, loving the feeling of his tongue sanding over her nipples.
"Ohhhhh, that's good, real good. It's... it's crazy having you both like this ohhhhhh,
yes, yes, so very gooooood!"
There were her bottoms, the bottoms that German shepherd now seemed very
interested in. He was nuzzling her upper thighs, drawing his tongue tentatively over the
flesh, watching as her tendons ridged against her skin and her ass tucked up and under
at each touch. He seemed fascinated by her movements, watching as she twisted and
writhed under his tonguing. Above her Francie heard the ceiling squeaking and she
knew Jack was moving around.
A sharp spasm cut through her cunt, making her wince and jerk. That dog, that
damned, wonderful German shepherd was catching on fast! He was mouthing her cunt
now, licking it up and down, pushing aside the small patch of blue material and
touching her cuntlips. Francie gasped, her eyes fluttering open.
"Uh... uhhh, do it, doggie! Oh God, God, it's sooooo good!"
A sob choked her. How it must feel to have a man's prick in there, fucking her, fucking
her so hard her pussy gripped that and held it. And then Francie wondered just what it
must be like for the dog.
Francie reached down, her fingers slipping over the legband of her bikini bottoms. She
was so wet from all the saliva and her juices. There was that wonderful fever, the fever
of that itching pleasure raging over her cunt. Jack had turned her down, turned his
back on her. But his dogs were more than eager to touch her. Francie giggled again,
pushing both hands down and slipping her thumbs under the narrow bands around her
bottoms. She kicked her bottoms from her ankles, watching as the German shepherd
backed away for a second, then came straight back to her throbbing pussy.
"Oh yes, doggie, yes, do it, do it, do it!" The building tension, the mounting thrills
seemed to invade every nerve-ending of her body. The shepherd was lapping her, the
tip of his tongue nicking the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
"Yes, oh yes, lick, fuck, do it all," Francie whispered, making sure she didn't speak too
loudly.
When the German shepherd licked down into the soft hollow at her cuntal mouth the
girl tilted her cunt mound so he would slide up her pussy slit again, then move over the
pulsing hot finger of her cut. The room spun around and grew blurry as her eyes rolled
back in her head. Oh God, God, she was going to cum if he didn't stop licking over her
furred pussy, slopping up her juices, dividing her with that marvelous tongue!
Francie squirmed her butt up away from the large animal, pushing her hands down and
bracing her fingers against his big head. He had to stop. He just had to!
"No, no, don't do it to me yet, doggie! Oh God, God, God!"
Magic's licking wasn't helping matters any. He was moving his tongue along her sides
now, wedging his head down between her asscheeks and trying to work his tongue into
her asscrack while the girl jerked and twitched under the Ger man shepherd's tonguing.
Two tongues, two dogs, two animals craving her body, her asshole, her cunt! Francie
rubbed her legs frantically over the couch, feeling the prickly material teasing her flesh.
"Uhhhhh, fuck, fuck..."
Francie closed her eyes, concentrating on that hot, itchy, pulsing feeling in her cunt and
asshole. Magic had moved around to his pal, both dogs now lapping her thighs. She felt
both their tongues servicing her, slicking up and down her flesh until she was literally
drenched in dog spit. She could feel their paws scratching her thighs, growling at one
another as they each tried to reach her cunt. Biting down hard on her lower lip, Francie
wriggled her ass downward, offering her pussy to the best taker.
"Uhhhh, do it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The girl remembered her friend's advice and her own experience. She knew she would
be able to hold a dog at bay by keeping her hands down around her pussy. She wiggled
her narrow ass again, feeling the subtle, sexy rub of the velvety lining of her cunt
against itself as both dogs lapped and licked up and down her thighs. When a tongue
reached her asshole, Francie knew the time had come.
"Come on Magic, you too boy. We're gonna have some fun!"
Francie spread her thighs a little more, rubbing her fingers on either side of her pussy,
feeling the tension building between her legs. She drew her feet up from the dusty sofa,
rubbing them against Magic, then against the German Shepherd.
"Uhhhhhh, oh yes, yes, do it, doggies! Do it to me real good!"
Francie rolled her thighs up, then whipped her legs around Magic and hunched
frantically into his maw. She felt the tension against the backs of her shoulders as she
fucked her cunt at him. The big Doberman lurched forward, knocking his buddy out of
the way. He forced his snout into her cuntal slit, pushing one paw against her right
inner thigh while licking and lapping around all over her.
The girl twisted in the opposite direction, loving that sensation, the forced sensation of
being tongued by that animal! She moaned softly, tossing her head from side to side,
writhing her shoulder blades against the dirty sofa cushions. It felt so darned good, so
wonderful!
Then the German shepherd moved in, rubbing up against his friend, trying to lick into
her cunt as well. Francie peered down over her thundrous tits, spreading her legs apart
until it became nearly painful.
Both animals were licking into her pussy now, two tongues flicking up and down,
touching her clit, touching all the sensitive spots in her pussy. Francie was afraid to
move for the moment. She lay there, spread as wide apart as possible, let ting the dogs
lick in and down. She countered by jerking her butt, increasing the lapping, itching
friction in her cunt. Perspiration slicked her body as she twisted crazily on the sofa.
Magic grew bold, bending over and letting his teeth nip along the outer lips of her cunt.
The feeling drove Francie wild! She pushed her head into the sofa, beating her fists
against the cushions while jerking her legs up against the sides of both dogs. Francie
thought she would surely faint, the feeling between her splayed thighs so intense. She
was jerking her ass back and forth, back and forth over the sofa. She reached forward,
clawing at the shepherd's back, then petting Magic's head while both animals continued
servicing her cunt.
"Huhhhhhh! Oh fuck, fuck me with those tongues! Do it, doggies!"
Francie knew she was getting close, very close. She had let Bo fuck her missionary style
but this would be something new, something different for her. Again backing away
from both animals, France twisted around until she found herself on her hands and
knees, doggie style. She could feel her nipples touching the sofa cushions while her cunt
was exposed there for both dogs to lick and fuck.
Francie found the strength to turn her head, peering around her left shoulder and
watching as the German shepherd pushed.aside Magic and lumbered up toward her. He
was going to fuck her. She could see that pointy thing wagging from between his hind
legs, pointing directly at her. It was like some finger of fate.
And then he was on top of her, his forelegs wrapped around her tummy, the claws
marking her flesh. And there were those blind stabs, those probings that alerted Francie
to put her hands back there and protect her cunt. She made it just in time. There was
that touch, that sensation of a cock rubbing around her knuckles.
The German shepherd was soon fucking her, drilling his cock meat into her while the
young teen frantically moved her hands around, pressing his groin back, keeping him
away from he cherry.
It was hard work and the beast struggled against her, wriggling his body up against hers
while pressing down all the while. Francie shuddered, her fingers burning at the touch
of that knobby prick. But she managed to keep her fingers firmly in place, breathing a
bit more easily when she felt his balls cushioning up against her palms.
Fucked and fucked well, the girl dropped her head, giving herself over to the big
German shepherd while Magic moved around and started licking her face. Two dogs!
Oh, what a lucky girl she was!


Chapter 7

"Do it, doggie, fuck me, fuck me!" That pointy cockhead was drawing out more and
more sensations from her overheated cunt. More then once, Francie swore she felt
warm air blowing out from her pussy, nearly dislodging that wonderful prick. The cock
was gouging up against her cuntal walls, making her muscles quiver and contract in an
itching series of spasms.
Fucked. Really fucked. It was happening again, and right there under her mother's and
Jack's noses.
The girl backed away, angling her ass up, wagging from side to side as if she were a
dog. She was his bitch, just as she had been Bo's bitch at her friend's. There was that
sensation, the feel of his greasy prickmeat sliding through her, making all her nerve
endings stand up and tingle. Yes, it was wonderful to be alive, to be young, to be
fucking like this, feeling the dog's cock pricking and gouging and fucking her all the
way up to her cherry.
Magic was acting strangely, turning around in front of her, getting onto the arm of the
old sofa and moving forward until his prick was hanging there, in front of her face,
inches from her eyes.
Francie drew back, wrinkling her forehead. She had never seen a dog's cock that close
before. His prick was so red, so slick! And there were all those odd bumps before the
thing tapered to a point. Magic was whining, looking at her, then staring enviously as
his buddy kept on fucking Francie from behind.
"Oh, Magic, you want relief, do you?"
Francie found herself licking her lips. It was dreadful, the thoughts she was thinking.
Still, there would be no harm if she touched his cock with her free hand. After all, what
the other animal was doing to her was far worse in the eyes of society. Keeping her
fingers firmly around her cunt, Francie reached out with her free hand, touching the
hot slimy cock, feeling the warm slick surface rub up against her left palm.
Magic trembled, his black furred sides shivering as if she had just struck him.
Tightening her grip, the young girl slipped her fingers back and' forth, back and forth.
Her cunt was burning up, the fuck juices oozing from her pussy hole and drying on the
backs of her white, shivering thighs. She was being spread open, halved like some
biological experiment pinned to a board. Her ass jiggled and rocked as she threw her
hips around and around with wild abandon.
She was so tempted to remove her fingers from around her pussy and let the dog fuck
her all the way. But some force, some scrap of decency kept her hand back there while
she continued jacking off the Doberman in front of her. The sensation of his prick
twitching as if it were some live animal in her fingers was the first clue that this fucking
session was reaching its peak. Opening her eyes, Francie saw the first three wads of
cum spray from the pointy end of Magic's prick. The animal whined, rubbing his body
against her forehead while jerking his hips up and down. He was fucking her hand,
sliding his prick in and out of her clenched fingers while letting out that long, thin wail
she'd remembered from Bo.
At the same time, the shepherd fucking her worked his poweful doggie hips more
wildly, his hindlegs pattering nervously behind her while his lumpy cock fucked
reguarly back and forth over her clit. She was close, very close.
Francie jerked her head from side to side, her elbows bowing out, then finally
collapsing. The girl pressed her right cheek against the sofa cushion, letting go of
Magic's spraying prick. She had only one thing to think about now, one thing to worry
over. Her cunt was about to explode into a fiery ball of excitement as the animal fucked
her down into the sofa. Beneath her she could hear the springs groaning as she teetered
on the brink of cumming.
Francie felt the world drop out from under her. She was no longer on the couch.
Something had propelled her from that garage and shot her into space. All that
mattered were the furious blasts of her cunty reaction as she jerked her head back and
twisted her body around against the big German shepherd. She could feel it, feel those
stinging sprays of cum against her pussy walls while the animal hunkered down and
slipped more meat into her.
When Francie felt something pressing hard, painfully against her cherry the girl
managed to struggle up and keep her fingers wrapped tightly around her cunt.
"No, boy, no... not now, not ever," she panted managing to keep the dog at bay while
the two of them finished their cum.
When it was over, the animal pulled quickly from her soppy, sucking hole, leaping to
the floor and joining his buddy by the shut garage door to lick his prick. Francie was
busy trying to catch her breath, shaking her body like a young colt, feeling the mixture
of jizz and juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.
Somehow Francie managed to climb off the sofa, stretching out her hands for support.
She found herself leaning against her mother's white Mercedes, her naked ass flattened
against one of the fenders.
What would mother say if she could see her now, spent after having let the dogs? More
squeaking overhead. Was Jack coming down? Suddenly the thought of having him
discover her alone with the dogs naked like this didn't sound like such a good idea.
Grabbing her suit, Francie quickly slipped it back on, dabbing her pussy clean with a
nearby towel. The dogs were starting to get restless, pawing at the door.
Francie opened the garage door, realizing only when the relatively cool air struck her
just how she and the animals had heated the small area. No one was outside.
Everything was just as it had been before she and the dogs slipped inside – dull.
Jack was coming down the stairs behind her. She could hear the heavy, masculine thuds
of his boots against the steps. The dogs were yelping around him as Francie hurried
away, rushing toward the pool. If only they could talk, she thought, poising herself at
the edge, her hands stretched in front of her, they certainly would have a story to tell
their master.
Putting her fingers in a locked position, Francie dove into the pool, feeling the rush of
cool water against her flesh. She was washed clean, arching under the surface, then
sliding back up, breaking open and shaking the water from her face. She felt so darned
good! The itching in her cunt had stopped. That dreadful tension she had felt earlier
today while talking with Diane and while flirting with Jack was gone. It would come
back, of course. But she would be ready for it.
There he was, playing with his dogs, scratching them behind the ears while they
jumped eagerly around him. Francie swam easily to the edge of the pool, resting her
arms on the cemented sides and watching the young muscular stud. She thought she
saw him glance at her then turn away once more.
The girl shook more water from her eyes, pushing back from the edge and feeling the
liquid enfold her comfortably. She backstroked to the other side, feeling she would have
to work on her feminine wiles a little better to seduce this young, vital man. In the
interim... well, there would always be Bo.
Inside the house, Donna was going through some indecision of her own. She had seen
her daughter come sneaking from the garage, a look of guilt on her face. At first she
thought nothing of it. But then after Francie had dived into the pool out came Jack with
his two dogs! He wasn't staring much at Francie – even looking her way. But it might
be a ploy, something to throw her off the track. Had they been doing something? Had
her daughter purposely gone behind her back and had sex with a man, this man? The
thought sickened Donna.
Straightening up, she watched Francie swim about the pool carelessly, just as she had
when she was six and had first learned to swim. Donna couldn't help but smile, feeling
a pang of regret when she realized her little girl wasn't so little any longer.
Time passed slowly. Shadows lengthened across the lawn before Francie scampered in
and rushed up to her bedroom to doze before dinner.
This would be the time, Donna thought, taking out some steak from the freezer and
dropping it in the sink to thaw. This would be the time to confront this young rash
man and find out if something had occurred between him and her daughter.
Wiping her hands on her shorts, Donna brushed back her long hair, conscious of the
fact that her cunt was very warm and starting to tingle teasingly. No. She had to keep
that under control. She just couldn't go up there like some kind of slut and expect
anything of him. Opening the door Donna crossed the lawn, watching the two dogs
scampering and yelping about the yard. They were playing tag with one another as if
they were puppies, completely ignoring her. Magic. Just looking at his sleek body...
"No, I won't think of it."
Donna closed her eyes, stopping for a moment to get herself under control. It was only
when a shadow crossed her face that she opened them.
Opening her eyes, she saw the handsome stud standing there, hands on his hips, a
cocky smile across his face. Yes. She could well imagine him and Francie embracing,
rolling across his bed and fucking! The thought sent shivers up her spine, making her
feel not a little envious of her own daughter. How had she managed to get the courage
to come here and seduce this young man? Donna bit her lip, feeling those hot tears
welling up again. The thought that life had somehow passed her by came to her.
She turned from Jack, trying trying to catch her breath. No. This wasn't the right time
at all to confront him.
"You don't look so hot. Come on, I've got some herbal tea upstairs. That always works
whenever I'm down," Jack suggested, taking her by the elbow.
Donna was about to protest, but felt her will to resist weaken terribly the moment she
heard the dogs barking behind her. Dogs. Her life had been centered around animals
lately, and here was a handsome young man taking care of her. She sighed and nodded
her head, passing one hand over her face.
"Perhaps you're right. A little herbal tea wouldn't hurt."
Donna followed Jack, her head down, her breathing still harsh and uneven.
Fucking. The thought of it, the "feel" that word created in her made Donna pause in
thought. She knew what was happening inside her body. She could feel the rising tide
of lust sweeping over her cunt, making her belly swell, making her half-inch long red
nipples start to poke teasingly against the white cotton summer blouse while her
cuntlips were starting to puff out and fold over one another Perhaps if be had seduced
the daughter, he would fuck the mother if nothing else other than a comparison
experiment.
Donna surprised herself with a harsh laugh, as they entered the garage.
"Something funny?"
"No, no, not at all," Donna said, waving a dismissing his in front of her face. "Just a
passing thought."
She climbed the rickety staircase, holding tightly onto the handrail.
"It's not much. But I guess you know that," Jack said, grinning sheepishly at Donna as
she entered his small living space.
"Oh no! You've done wonders with it!" Donna exclaimed, noticing the bed tucked in
the corner.
An Indian-style blanket had been roughly thrown over the sheets. Wrinkled, stained
sheets, she thought, turning from the bed and pretending to examine the rest of the
area.
"I'll get on the tea. You'll be alright in a second," Jack said.
Donna sat down, pushing back her long blonde hair and feeling a bit more relaxed. She
was still hot, feeling her cuntal walls buckling in with the increased heat while more
juice oozed out her slit and wet her thighs. I can control it she thought to herself,
finding her gaze moving back to the large bed in the corner.
"There! Have some of this," Jack said, offering a cup of tea.
Donna thanked him, feeling the steam rise pleasantly against her face as she raised the
cup. The hot, soothing liquid felt good, settling her stomach. Donna had several sips,
raising her eyes and finding herself staring at Jack. He was so handsome, so strong! She
couldn't blame her daughter for having fallen, if she had.
"You know, I've got a feeling you've been wanting to ask me something all along," Jack
said, putting down a mug of tea he had filled. He crossed his thick-muscled arms across
his chest and peered at her. "What's this all about?"
Donna started, feeling as if some veil had been ripped from her disguise. She gulped
down one more sip, then nodded her head.
"I... I don't know how to start this. So, I imagine I'll just have to get on with it. I saw
my daughter, Francie, coming from the garage." She tried crying out, but the words
seemed to freeze in her throat.
"Donna. I'm going to do what both of us have been thinking about for a long time,"
Jack whispered, holding her so tightly against his body she could hardly breathe.
Jack had pushed her up against the wall. She felt his large body pressing into her,
crushing her back against the wood. Outside Donna could still hear the dogs playing as
her ass flattened from the pressure. She was breathing heavily, panting like a bitch, a
bitch dog.
"No, Jack, this isn't right. You're old enough to be my son and-"
"That's the fun of it. Women like you want men like me. And that's just what you're
gonna get."


Chapter 8

"I can't breathe!" she cried, bracing her hands flatly against his powerful chest.
Jack was still pressing up against her, his hands cupping her ass through her skirt. His
words, his touch, everything slowly made the fear skitter away, the feeling replaced by a
warm, throbbing goodness that spread through her belly and cunt.
"I'm gonna be eatin' stuff, baby. Lots of it, and you're gonna like it," he whispered, 
nibbling her ears.Donna felt her cunt stoke up like a furnace as those hands began 
caressing her in earnest nibbling on her right earlobe.
Eating stuff? That meant a man's mouth on her... her cunt!
"Oh, please, there's still time, we can stop this," Donna whispered, trying to push him
away a second time. That was useless...
Jack was simply too strong. And he was telling her wonderful things about her body,
things she had been wanting to hear for such a long time.
He was bringing little jabs of excitement to her with each touch. His hand moved down
her side, traced one hip, then moved farther. Donna gasped against his neck. She kissed
him there. He smelled musky and good, much different from the dogs that had fucked
her and wrapped their forelegs around her naked belly.
All that mattered was that he was touching her all over, telling her marvelous things
about how she looked and felt. And now she gave him her tongue willingly. Too
willingly, she thought, feeling a bit sluttish. But why not? Was she some teenager with
all those years to go before motherhood for experimentation? She fled from that
thought, feeling Jack biting and sucking her tongue until she found herself whimpering
through her nose like a kicked puppy. His hand cupped upward, fingers searching
under her skirt until they curled against her panty-covered cuntal mound.
Jack tensed his fingers, pushing in far enough for the velvety dampness of her pussy to
leak through. She whimpered again, sifting her thighs from side to side, feeling her
heart beat so hard the woman thought it would tear right through her chest!
Donna let her head fall back, feeling her hair sweeping over her ass. Oh, what her
daughter had missed with this man! She could have had him touching her like this,
making love to her, making her cunt seep.
"Yeah, yeah, I was right," Jack breathed, Slipping one finger under the skimpy elastic
band that clung wetly to her naked, hot cunt. "You're hotter than I thought. Ready to
get at it, right, baby? You wanna get my cock in there, feel it squeezing through your
pussy and mak ing you feel real happy? You're gonna be real happy today." Jack
breathed into one ear, flick ing his tongue in and out of the waxy canal.
"No. I don't think... I don't think..."
Donna couldn't finish the sentence. She felt herself being pushed across the room, one
leg having banged the table and the teacup. She heard something crash to the floor.
"The tea."
"Fuck the tea. Fuck you."
The word was so beautiful to her as she fell to the bed. Jack was pushing her back until
her head rested against the pillow. In bed with a man, a real man! It had been so long.
Donna relished the moment of anticipation.
Jack was unbuckling his belt, then getting down between her legs and spreading them
widely. Her skirt tumbled back, exposing her long, creamy, shivering thighs. it was
wrong, dreadful her exposing herself to this man. She could have gotten up, pushed
down her skirt and left. But was keeping her there.
He was licking her toes now, drawing his tongue up her calf, toward her knees. She felt
that gliding smoothness of his tongue caressing her flesh, sending sharp pin sexual
thrills through her emit. Donna shuddered, pushing her head back into the pillow and
giving herself up to the licking feeling. Were all males like that? Dogs and men? Did
they have this thing for eating a woman before sending their cocks through her?
He was kissing up the back of one calf, licking her as the dogs had licked her. Weakly,
she tried kicking him away. But Jack caught both feet, licking her once more. And then
Donna found herself on her tummy. How had she got ten like that? Hands were
pushing her skirt up, hooking over the waistband of her panties.
"No!" she cried.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Gotta see that ass. Gotta see that ass that's been wigglin' back and
forth in front of me for so long."
"Please, Jack, I... I don't know what I'm doing and... and this is so... gooooood!"
She had to drop the lie. It was obvious she wanted him. He could tell by the way she
breathed, by the way she twisted under his caress, by the way her cunt was seeping
those juices! She felt the silken tangle pulled down over her thighs, over her ankles,
over her toes. Then those fingers were back, halving her ass, dividing her asscheeks.
They were so hot, so wonderfully warm against her flesh.
Donna groaned into the pillow, pushing her hands into the soft material while
humping up against the bed. She felt the tongue lave back and forth, something
crossing over old tracks of spit, then diving down into her asscrack and touching her
shitter! There was such a forbid den feeling of having that warm, swarmy, licking
sensation around her asshole! Donna let out another groan of protest, clenching her
ass-cheeks together like two tight white fists. Jack slapped her lightly, then moved back
down into her butt crack, licking down into the tight split.
"Oh! Oh! That's so good! Oh my God! God in heaven, help me!"
The woman jerked as if someone were touching her with live wires. It was as if Jack
were trying to stick his mouth up her ass and eat it! She tried arching her spine,
pushing her asscheeks back up into the air and feed more to him. He had her spread
out now, helpless, pinned to the bed while he fed on her ass. She knew she hadn't the
willpower to make him stop. She had to go on with this, endure it, feel him touch her
and lick her.
Her chest heaved as he moved his head from side to side. Jack then turned her onto her
back gently, caressing her thighs, painting them with his fingers, dipping into her pussy
for more of the fuck oils.
"Man, good hot pussy. Hot pussy – that's the way a woman should be. That's the way
you are," Jack whispered.
Donna felt the juice flooding from her cunt, seeping from the depths of her body. The
tickling of his knees against her upper thighs was maddening, making her rub her
naked legs against the coverlet. She could feel the material gathering up under her ass
as the big stud held her down once more. This time, her cunt was under attack. She
could still feel the slimy slip of her asshole lips against each other while Jack began
eating her pussy.
"Oh, there! Oh God, it's so good when you touch me th... th... there!"
Donna knew she was saying almost the same thing to Jack as she had crooned to his
dogs. Drumming her legs against the bed, the woman gave herself completely up to this
young man. He was licking as deeply into her cunt as he had into her asshole earlier.
How lovely! She shivered her shoulder blades against the sheets as she felt his tongue
licking her steamy pussy crack again and again. He was exploring her, touching her,
finding out where the hottest spots in her cunt were and concentrating on them.
Donna felt his strong fingers pressing into her tense muscles, spreading her apart inch
by wild, excruciating inch. She felt as if she were being split apart, feeling that pulling
tension add to the steady friction of his tongue against her juice-slicked cunt.
"Uhhhhhh... oh God, God, God!"
Donna felt the room spinning around her, felt the walls come in as that tongue stroked
her higher and higher. Her ass flexed under his touch while her cunt shot up, pressing
its soft, furry moistness into his nose.
"Uhhhhhh... oh Jack, Jack, fuck me with that tongue! Oh God, I need it!"
What was she saying? Her innermost thoughts were coming out, amusing him,
embarrassing her! But Jack didn't seem to mind. He only grunted like an animal
between her shivering thighs, continuing to eat her out. Donna dug at the bedspread
with her fingers, tossing her head from side to side. She could feel her fine silken
blonde hairs tangling around her neck and ears. And then Jack was pushing her jersey
up and kissing her belly. She could feel her tummy swelling up against his mouth while
her cunt ached to have that tongue back once more! When the woman felt that tongue
working to her navel she shivered uncontrollably, digging her nails into his hair and
begging Jack to stop.
"Oh no, this is too good to be true! Please, you can't be doing this to me!"
Jack made her sit up. He was unbuttoning her blouse, staring at those nipples. Her
arms were weak, her will weaker. She flopped her head about as he slid the garment
from her, then frictioned his palms over her nipples. He caught her face in his hands,
forcing it back, covering her lips with those hot, hot kisses.
Donna groaned. She could smell and taste her cunt on his lips and thought it was the
best thing that had ever happened to her in her life. Donna felt floods of hot fuck juice
now wetting her cuntlips, making them very wet. Jack reached down, running one
finger gingerly along the cunt slit.
She was going to let him touch her all over, fuck her, To hell with her daughter! To hell
with her damned morality! This was a man, a real man interested in her, wanting her,
wanting to fuck her. The thought made Donna shiver again. He was searching for her
clit, finding the tiny wet nub. He moved one thumb up, rolling back and forth until she
found herself clinging to his neck like a little child, whimpering, begging him with lusty
little grunts to fuck her.
"Yeah, that's just what's happening, Donna. I'm going to be stickin' my thing up your
cunt, and you're gonna go crazy."
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Donna felt her breathing far out of control now – gaspy and shallow and hot. She saw
Jack roll onto his back. What was he doing? He was guiding her, moving her around
after having lifted her from the bed. Donna thought she would faint. The room was
spinning around and growing dark, and there he was, pushing her up and making her
do this strange thing. There was the sound of his zipper opening just as he forced her
to straddle his head. He was taking out his prick, jacking off while positioning her cunt
over his face. Caressing her firm ass with both hands for the moment, Jack slipped one
hand down around his cock and started pounding meat while he tickled her soppy
cuntlips.
Donna was high, dizzy, still falling through a world of touches and sensations while she
felt his teeth cutting along the edges of her sensitive inner cuntlips. She threw back her
head and groaned. She felt his tongue searching back along her cunt crack. Donna
tensed, holding her breath. And then he was fucking her, fucking her as surely with his
tongue as if he had been slipping his greasy, hot prick into her simmer ing cunt. More
fuck juice seeped out to wet his cheeks. Donna cried out again, hot/chilly flashes of
delight pinching her cut, nipping at her cuntlips. She rolled her hips up and down
while he licked hungrily at her cut. He moved his fingers up.
Gasps broke from her throat. Donna found herself drooling, tossing her head. He
fucked in and out of her pussy with his closed fingers while sucking her clit between
the gap in his front teeth. Donna couldn't keep still enough for him to give her enough
friction to cum. That was alright. The woman didn't want to climax like this, not in his
mouth. Jack had promised her a fucking, and she was holding out for that. But the way
he dug against her soft wet cuntal lining, plowing his knuckles against the grabbing
folds was heaven. She felt the sucking of her body trying to nurse those fingers as if
they were a cock. And behind her she could hear the slick clicking of his fingers against
his cock. Donna let out another cry. She couldn't control herself any longer. Feverish,
itching thrills raced up and down, exploding again and again between her legs. This
would have to stop.
The young stud seemed to realize this. Reaching up, he put both hands against her
thighs, forcing her back, climbing up from under her pussy. Once again, Donna found
herself on her back in bed, Jack straddling her. There was something very long,
something very thick swaying between his thick-muscled thighs.
She felt her pussy swell even more while the heat increased. That thing, that... that
prick was far bigger than the dogs', and certainly larger than the cock her late husband
had sported. Jack grinned, skinning down his Levi's, kicking them free, always watching
her. Donna panted heavily, her nostrils flaring, her eyes rounding and glistening as her
rut became extreme. Jack bent down, his black hair hang ing rakishly over one eye as
he opened his mouth and took her right nipple in his mouth. He was sanding it with
his tongue while licking and biting at the same time. The sensation made Donna close
her eyes once more, grinding her teeth together while beating the mattress with her
fists. Why didn't he fuck her? She was close, so very close to cumming. All she needed
was that cock, that hard, long prick spreading her apart.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Oh God, I need a cock! I want that cock!"
Donna's voice echoed in the small room, mixing with Jack's labored breathing.
"Wanted to hear that. Just had to hear that comin' from you before I started in. You're
gonna get it in spades, baby. When I get through with you, you aren't gonna want
nobody's prick except mine. And that's gonna be fine with me, Donna, real good," Jack
promised, cupping her full tits with both hands and squeezing them so hard her nipples
popped up between his fingers.
"Ohhhhh, please, do it, do it to me!" Donna held her breath, feeling her legs go back
until her knees were even with her tits. Jack was hunkering down just like the dogs had,
hunkering down for a fuck with the bitch. Donna wagged her ass, feeling her mind
spinning about.
And then he was in her! Oh yes, God in heaven, he was in her now, fucking deep and
hard. Donna gasped with delight, tossing her head from side to side.
"Ohhhbh, it's going to kill me, it's so good, it's so good and hot and hard!"
It had been long since she'd bad something that big in her. The dogs were fine, but
nothing could compare to the feeling of a man's prick inside, filling her up, taking her
over! Long strings of drool oozed from her mouth as Jack positioned himself finally and
fucked her down into the bed. Buzzing flashes of incredible pleasure seared her cit as
that in-and-out feeling took over. Donna clung to him, her long fingernails scratching
his arms while the bed creaked and groaned under their weight.
"Man, oh, man," Jack gasped, shaking the sweat from his forehead. "You're burnin' me
up down there, fryin' my cock up. Just like 1 thought you would. Christ, I ain't fucked
something this hot and bitchin' for a long, long time."
"Really?" Donna gasped.
She pranced her ass for that dick, pulled her legs together and scissored them lightly
around her lover's humping back. Gasping in lungfuls of air, Donna listened to the
squishy, sexy noises his cock was making in her cunt. She clenched her fingers around
his neck, whimpering loudly.
Jack kissed her neck, easing his cock slowly from her cunt.
Donna shivered. She felt hot streaks of her fuck juices dribbling down her ass. She was
hot and wet, soaked with the frothing fuck juices. She had never been this wet, she
guessed, not even with Al. Donna wanted to stay with this man all day, all night, fuck
in every way possible! Tensing her hips and thighs, the woman hunched up, screwing
her pussy onto his prick, tilting her cunt so her cit would rub against his cock.
"Baby, I thought you wanted to wait," Jack said, his face set hard as he obviously was
fighting his own battle against climax.
"Can't... can wait," Donna whispered, feeling herself being pushed.
It was ridiculous to think she could control her own body. It had a mind of its own.
She was going to climax soon, and there was little she could do about it. Clenching her
arms around Jack, Donna held on for dear life as the thrilling rub of his cock sent her
higher and higher.


Chapter 9

"Ooooooo! Cock! Fucking! Oh God, it's so good, so good fucking in and outta me!
Jack, Jack, fuck me deeeeeep!"
Donna's words were choked, gaspy as the big stud began ramming his prick in as hard
as he could. He rolled her back until her feet were nearly over her head, her knees
pressed against her jiggling tits.
Stiffening his body until he was angle, straight over her, the big stud braced both hands
on either sides of her shoulders and fucked hard and deep.
This was more than Donna could have possibly begged for! She babbled and jerked like
a speared fish, impaled on that wonderful prick, feeling the long cock fucking into her.
Donna felt him throwing that meat into her with incredible skill, making her cunt boil
with juice and heat while her cut was rubbed up to climax. Deep in her body she could
feel the first rum lings of climax, that first indication her world was about to blow to
pieces!
"Cummmmmm!"
Donna was filled with cock, stuffed with his prick, from her cuntlips to her womb. Her
ass quivered with the sensation of being fucked. Deep inside, the woman could feel his
prick tighten into an iron weapon. It was the signal that Jack was coming to his end as
well. He was fucking his cock into her faster and faster, his balls slapping wetly against
her ass. And then the big stud suddenly let out a sharp cry. Donna Cried out with him,
knowing this was the moment he was sending his cum spraying into her.
He wrestled her back to the bed, holding her down as she kicked her legs wildly in the
air.
Her climax was too overwhelming, too powerful for her to lie still. She could feel his
load spraying out, burning its way through her hot, clenching cunt.
"Ohhhhh, do it to me! Oh God, in heaven; do it to me!"
Donna screwed her ass up and let it hang there her asscheeks trembling, shivering with
delight as the powerful throbbing spasms pricked and pinched her cut maddeningly.
Hanging onto Jack, she came and came and came, the convulsive stabbing pulses
jerking her body around. Yelping and sobbing, Donna came.
How long had it lasted? Donna had no idea. She let out a long sigh of relief when the
last spasm shot through her cunthole. Her arms felt lifeless as they slipped from the big
man's shoulders. Jack was kissing her gently on the side of the neck, holding her as she
framed his face with both hands and sighed happily.
"It's been so long... since something like this has happened to me."
She was lying, of course. Donna knew jus how powerful her climax had been with the
animals – close to this. But this was so much different, more powerful in a way, though
far less deliciously forbidden. Reality began to trickle in the moment she heard the dogs
barking out side. Reddening, the woman slipped out from under Jack, grabbing for her
clothes and stumbling about. Donna was still a little dizzy from that wild fucking spree.
She leaned heavily against one side of the bed, drawing her pan ties up over her cunt.
Just the light, silky touch of her briefs against her pussylips was enough to set her off
again. She had to be careful or she would never leave this room.
"Afraid your little girl's gonna come up here and try to seduce me again?" Jack asked.
Donna frowned, drawing her blouse around her after zipping up her skirt.
"She's just a girl," Donna said, sliding her feet into her sandals. Shooting a warning
look at Jack, Donna quickly moved to the door, cracking it open to see if anyone was
around.
"I told you not to worry," Jack said, pad ding up behind Donna. He wrapped both arms
around her waist, making soft, gentle fucking movements against her ass. Donna closed
her eyes, feeling her flesh prickle with excitement. "When are you gonna come back?"
"Soon... I think. I don't know," she said with confusion, pushing away and nearly
falling down the stairs. "Get back in. Someone's going to see you," Donna warned,
looking up, then searching the neighborhood for eyes.
"Soon, promise. My dick's got a real case for you, Donna, a real case."
The woman rushed from the garage, one hand to her chest and gulping in air like a fish
gulps water. What had she done? She could almost still feel his cock fucking in and out
of her pussy, stretching her tingling, itchy cunt walls until they seemed to burn with a
neverending fire! If Francie ever found out.
"No, never," Donna whispered, reaching the kitchen and relative safety. Francie would
remain in the dark. Besides, she was relatively certain her daughter was like most teens
– certain their parents rarely, if ever, even thought about sex.
Unknown to Donna, Francie had seen her mother and Jack. He had been standing
there, perched on the outer landing while her mother was rushing down the stairs as if
her hair were on fire.
"Oh Jesus," Francie said to herself, covering her mouth and feeling something like
jealousy rage through her young heart. Her mother had fucked this young stud. Francie
shook her head, bitter tears burning her eyes. She heard the front door slam beneath
her. It was weird, something she couldn't believe. Bracing herself against the wall,
Francie could feel her cunt, so hot and wet still from the fucking she had had with
Magic and his buddy a substitute for the real fucking she had wanted with Jack.
Moving from the window, Francie felt herself breathing hard. She would show her
mother she could do the same thing... and better! Jack wouldn't be able to look the
other way when she got through!
Dinner that evening was quiet. Donna looked at her daughter suspiciously more than
once, wondering if Jack had been telling the truth. Francie was terribly moody,
answering her questions with one or two-word answers while staring at her plate all the
time. One of her moods, Donna finally thought, trying to dismiss the Uneasy feeling
that something might be afoot in her daughter's mind.
Francie dismissed herself from the table. Back in her room, she searched through her
well-stocked closet, finding in the back those skimpy bikinis her mother her watching
wear and allowed them only in her own backyard. There. The white one. She'd worn
that the other day, when Jack had noticed her with Diane. She would wear it tonight. It
was warm enough. Her mother would be in the living room, afraid to move. Guilt
would do that. Francie would sneak out and find Jack and lose her cherry.
Francie bit down on her lower lip, suppress mg a giggle as she thought about what was
going to happen. Even if her mother never found out, she would know. She would
know she and Jack had rolled in the sack, had fucked the same way. Stripping quickly,
Francie slipped the bathing suit on, shivering when she felt arousal sweep over her
flesh. Just putting the thing and thinking about Jack's reaction made her flesh break out
in goose bumps. Looking at herself in the mirror, Francie thought it impossible for him
to look the other way this time with her pert little ass was nearly exposed by the
material out back while her cuntlips were seen through the tight-fitting panty-crotch
against the tops.
Cracking the bedroom door, Francie tiptoed from her bedroom, going down the stairs,
listening for any sound that would indicate her mother was on the prowl. Nothing
except the steady drone of the television in the family room.
Francie slipped through the darkened kitchen and out the back way. The lights were on
in the garage. A good sign.
Francie rushed across the small space, thinking she would have something really good
to tell her best friend Diane in the morning. Wouldn't Diane just die with envy,
considering the way she had been rutting after Jack when she first saw him several days
ago.
She was at the door, curling her fingers into a fist, rapping smartly at the wood. No
answer. There were shuffling sounds inside, however. Was he in there with another
woman? Her mother? Diane? Francie reddened. She hadn't peeked into the living room
to see if her mother was there. Perhaps her mother had just put on the television as a
decoy, having slipped out earlier. The young girl felt betrayed. About to nipples were
hard and stiff, poking teasingly. Francie shook her head, turning back and then opening
the door. She would con front them both with her frowning face and...
Magic and his friend were inside. They were rolling around on the floor and seemed
just as surprised to see her as she was to see them.
"Jack?" she called.
There was no answer. A smoking pipe in a nearby ashtray confirmed he had stepped
out only for a moment. He would be back. And she would be ready for him. Closing
the door behind her, Francie walked to the bed, sitting down as she had before, then
reclining. This time the young teen was determined not to move. She felt the warm
coverlet tickling the backs of her thighs and shifted her ass around, feeling the snug
pull of nylon against her cit. Just that touch was getting her started all over again.
Magic and his friend stood there, peering at her, then looking back at her. Finally the
Doberman trotted over to her and began sniffing her cunt. Francie jerked up, tapping
him lightly across the snout and wagging a warning finger in front of him.
"No, Magic. Not here. Not tonight. I've got other plans for tonight."
But the Doberman persisted, stretching his handsome, powerful head forward, licking
tentatively at her right inner thigh. Francie felt her muscles tensing while the tendons
ridged against her flesh.
"What could be so wrong about it?" she wondered out loud. Besides, she would be
careful, watching for the sounds indicating Jack was coming back. The tight band of
silk covering her cunt was also hiding that tiny lump of flesh that could bring her more
joy than she'd ever known in her whole life! How could anyone resist that kind of
temptation? Francie sighed, touching the strings that were tied over each hip. The
string came undone, almost before she knew what she was doing. Magic and his friend
sat on their haunches in front of her, watching with growing interest as she stripped
before them. Hesitating only for a moment, Francie stretched her arms around and
took off her top too.


Chapter 10

Francie found herself panting without shame. She slipped the bottoms away, keeping
them nearby so she could grab them quickly in case Jack came back suddenly. Then she
brought her fingers around to her cuntlips, rubbing them back and forth. How warm
and silky and wet they were now. When she touched her clit, Francie thought she
would come unglued.
"Here, boy, here, Magic. Come on, come I on."
What was the big deal about fucking a dog anyway? That question suddenly flashed
into her mind as the Doberman whimpered and pushed his muzzle between her thighs.
Why not? What was the difference? Francie shook her head from side to side, hearing
the dog whining more loudly while his tongue wet her all over. Let him work her up.
Yes, she would let the dog work her up to a fever state and then decide whether or not
to let him go all the way. That thought, the idea she would actually let this Doberman
fuck her and drive his pointy, bumpy cock all the way down to her womb made the girl
whimper with delight. She experienced a mixture of lust and shame and fear and guilt
all at once.
The other animal was next to her now, licking her tits, mouthing her nipples, then
drawing his tongue down to her belly.
Surrounded by dogs.
Fucked by dogs.
Francie really was their bitch. She bent one knee slightly, raising it then pushing it
away from the other. She was doing it, opening herself completely for the animal. Just
at that point Francie saw the name on the collar on Magic's friend – Bodego.
"Oh, lick me while Magic licks me," Francie gasped, wallowing her shoulders against
the bed while spreading herself open for the Doberman.
Bodego did just that, licking her neck, wet ting her face, then moving down to her tits
and belly. Francie reveled in her disgrace, loving the touch of the animals. Her body
was alive to the hot wet touch of their two tongues. And when Magic moved his tongue
along her closed cunt slit, Francie made a crying noise in her throat. She put her hands
behind her head, grabbing for the small headboard for support while the dog licked
down deep into her cunt. He was screwing his head around, trying to work his snout
into her pussy.
"Oh, do it, do it to me, doggie! Bodego! Magic! Oh God, God!"
That sloppy pink tongue went down deep, raking her cut. Sparks of unspeakable
delight burst through her cunt, sending more floods of juice over her cuntlips. The
dog's red dick had slipped from his sheath and bobbed wetly around his belly. It wasn't
too hard for her to imagine him fucking her once more, driving that meat all the way in
while Bodego licked her face and tits, lining up for the second try. Fucked by both of
them – and in that bed. She would show them! She would show her mother and Jack
they couldn't dismiss her as if she were some kind of inconvenient child!
"Here, boy, here!"
Bodego was wiggling his snout against her pussy.
Francie shuddered, feeling the sloppy folds of her cunt being peeled back by the
constant licking and nuzzling. She sucked in a ragged breath, beating her legs against
the mattress. She couldn't stop the animal from touching her. It was impossible. She
had to have him in any way she could. Raising both knees, she let them fall farther
apart.
Bodego licked her tits more frantically while his buddy Magic yipped and scooted
forward on the mattress. His tongue lapped at her clit. It was as if he were searching for
something.
Francie began moving her ass up and down against the steady, rub of the dog's tongue.
She just couldn't keep herself still. She tilted her thighs from side to side, feeling her
cuntflesh stretching, opening. She could feel her calves cramping as she dug her heels
frantically against the bed.
Francie pushed them both away, turning around and getting on her hands and knees.
Bodego whimpered, licking her face again, then dropping his head and drawing his
tongue lovingly over her hanging, full tits. Magic knew what to do, but seemed
surprised the girl hadn't put her restraining hands behind, around her cunt.
"Fuck me, Magic, oh yes, do your magic, doggie! Fuck me, fuck me!"
There was nothing to hold her back now. Crouched there, waiting her final fuck,
Francie bobbed her ass sluttishly, curling her fingers into the mattress. In another
moment the animal was atop her, his forelegs searching frantically for some place of
support while his hindlegs drew up against the backs of her thighs. There was that hot
thing rubbing up against her, poking her, searching for her pussy. Francie grunted,
dipping and pumping her ass around until she felt the poking stab of that cock against
her pussy.
She groaned, her elbows bowing out, her head hanging limply between her shoulders as
that hot, itchy feeling grew worse with the dog's penetration! Her body seemed to be
tensing, to be winding up like a spring as the dog hunkered down atop her. Francie felt
that cock pressing against her. She let out another cry, her eyes rounding, her jaws
parting as she felt the painful pressure.
She could feel his lumpy cock fucking into her cunt. The slick membranes seemed
hotter and more sensitive inside than around her cuntal mouth. She could feel the
entire length of her fuck channel grasping at the animal's cock, holding on and shaking
while the big Doberman fucked down as hard as he could. A wash across her flushed
cheeks reminded Francie Bodego was still there, still excited.
Fighting up through the fog that had blinded her for a moment the young teen moved
one hand up, feeling back along the large animal's chest until she touched his prick.
His long, knobby, hot prong. He seemed to have her like doing that, jacking him off.
Francie played with that long meaty prick, closing her eyes now and thinking about
Jack. Would his prick feel like that, so hard, so hot, and the way it jerked around in her
hand when she moved her fingers up and down over its lumpy length. Bodego was
whimpering, pressing his furred head against her. And there was Magic, holding on
tightly, fucking her regularly now, snarling at times when her cuntal muscles worked
his prick tightly.
That initial hurt she had experienced as the animal bad entered her cunt was gone now,
faded into something far more encompassing and much more entertaining! Francie
worked he ass from side to side. The bed groaned while the dogs continued servicing
her.
"Well, that's a pretty picture! What would your mother say if she were here?" a voice
sudlenly asked from the doorway.
Francie heard that voice and felt as if her world had just ended. Jack was watching her
fucking his dogs!
Francie felt the shame and guilt now. But her arousal kept her there on the bed,
working her ass around, taking on the big dogs.
Jack slammed the door, watching the scene, watching the pretty little teenager nearly
covered by the animals. In a moment, he strode over to her, unzipping his Levi's and
puffing out his prick.
"I told your mother I wouldn't fuck you. But that's being done by my pooch. I didn't
say another about makin' you gimme head," Jack said, working his cock up to full
hardness.
Francie still thought she was in some kind of dream. Was he really there? Was he really
standing there, his prick sticking straight out from between the opened halves of his
Levi's?
"Come on, or I'll tell," Jack joked.
He had one hand behind her head, pulling her forward, slipping that hot meat into her
mouth and over her tongue while Magic fucked down hard, keeping his prick up
against her lcit.
Francie was going wild, out of control, falling from orbit. She was getting fucked by one
dog, jerking off another, while her lips were wrapped tight around Jack's prick. Jack was
caressing the side of her face, saying things to her she didn't understand while working
his hips up to her nose. She liked the smell of his aroused groin, the sensation of that
meaty double-lobed thing pushing across her tongue, touching the sides of her mouth,
sliding down until it was nearly pressed against her tonsils! And there was that salty
taste, that bleachy flavor that made her swallow and coat her throat with the slimy cum.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh. baby, take it, take my meat, take it all the way! And the pooch's is
goin' nuts over your pussy. Come on, jerk Bodego's cock. Yeahhhh, looks like he's
gonna make it now."
Francie felt streaks of something very hot wetting her fingers and hands. Bodego was
yipping, and she knew he was cumming. From the sounds Magic was making, the
Doberman was about to cut loose as well. She felt Jack's hands tighten around her
skull, threatening to crush it while he slammed his crotch hard and heavy against her
face, flattening her nose.
"Take it, bitch, take it!" he shouted.
Francie did just that, feeling her body filled with prickmeat. Magic came, his body
shaking, his head pressing against the back of her neck while his forelegs tightened
around her ribcage. She could feel that cum spurting from his pointy prick, filling her
up as if she were getting a cuntal enema.
Francie groaned, heaving her ass wildly as the throes of climax ravished her every nerve.
She arched her back and raised her ass up a little, feeling the dog's cock fuck through
her puffed cuntlips. She could feel his saliva dripping down against her neck as she
came and came and came. How the dog managed to stay on top of her as she whipped
her hips back and forth amazed the teen. As the last convulsive beat of joy blasted
through her pussy, Francie felt Jack start to shoot his load in her mouth.
The teen tried swallowing all of it, finally giving up and letting the jizz froth around the
corners of her mouth. Jack was grunting as loudly as Magic and Bodego had, working
his crotch up against her face while holding her head tight against his groin. It was so
hot and slimy and good! Francie pranced her ass around for more, even after Magic and
Bodego had left her and Jack was pulling out. This kind of fucking was just what she
wanted out of life. No wonder her mother had come up and wanted to fuck Jack.
"You were a hungry little thing, weren't you?" Jack said, kissing her cummy mouth,
then hefting his cock back into his trousers.
"Oh, it was so good," Francie said dreamily, collapsing to the bed. "But you won't tell
mom, will you?" There was a note of distress in her voice.
"Don't worry about that. I'm not gonna mess things up. But you'd better go," Jack said,
glancing at the clock. "It's late. I'm surprised you managed to get outta the house this
time of night."
Francie giggled, cleaning herself with a near by towel, then slipping her bikini back on.
"I have my ways," she said mysteriously, wondering if she should bring up the subject
of her mother and what she'd seen earlier today. No. Why make a mess of something
good. Perhaps later. Right now she just wanted to think about Jack, the dogs, and the
wonderful time she had had.
"Then take care of yourself," Jack said, escorting her to the door and giving her a
friendly pat on the ass.
Back in the house, Donna was growing sleepy, watching the final segment of the late
news. She thought about sneaking out to Jack's to see him, perhaps to. But it was late.
He was probably asleep. Besides, there would be other days, other times. She would
have to be careful, of course. There was Francie to worry about. But surely if she were
careful her daughter would never find out.
Donna drifted off into a light sleep before the television, thinking of Jack, thinking of
the dogs, not hearing Francie creeping back in and making her way shakily back to her
room to think of the same thing before falling asleep.


THE END
