MOM'S DOGGY DELIGTHS
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals – a story as
old as man. The Bible, history books, law books – all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is a decent woman, the story is so much the sadder...
Laura Dermis is the victim of immoral people, or so she would like to believe. She finds
herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. She
wants to believe that she is a victim of forces beyond her control. But, ultimately, she
cannot deny the truth.
MOM'S DOGGY DELIGHTS – the shocking story of a woman who believes herself
innocent learning the sordid truth about her sexual needs. A story with a lesson for our
uncaring society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Now you be a good boy. Mind Cindy," Laura Dennis said, bending over and petting
her three-year-old German shepherd lovingly on the head. "If he gives you any
trouble..."
"He won't, Mother, I promise. We get along," Cindy said, blushing as she drew her
knees together. She felt that all-too-familiar itchy tingle nibbling into her clit. The
young blonde felt ashamed, feeling something like this right in front of her mother and
the dog! It was wrong to have these feelings. Her mother had told her so many times.
But lately Cindy couldn't seem to control her emotions. Even now her nipples were
tender and juicy, rubbing raw – it seemed – against her white cotton pullover. As she
walked to the door, she could feel the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another.
Cindy was glad her mother was going to the movies with her friends. It would give the
girl enough time to think about what was happening to her and try to understand these
confusing changes.
"In case you hear anything outside, call the police," Laura said.
"Have a good time, Mother. I'll be home and lock up," Cindy said, closing the door.
She felt Pal pressing his cold snout up against the back of her leg. "I know, Pal. But it's
been such a long time since mom's gone out. Since dad died, she just isn't having any
fun."
Cindy stopped, smiling at herself. She was talking to the shepherd as if he were one of
her friends at school. Pushing her hair back, Cindy sauntered to the living room couch,
sitting down heavily, and picking up the TV guide. She flipped through it, wondering if
she should finish up her American history assignment now or watch television.
The sound of her mother's car faded away. Cindy knew she wanted to do something
else – something forbidden, something with a man, the kind of thing they had learned
about recently in sex-education class. Fucking. Good old-fashioned fucking, man on top
of woman. Cindy's fingers trembled as she thought about the pictures she had seen of
the act. They were clinical, very cold and unemotional, she had thought at the time. But
now they returned to her mind with a vengeance. Cindy closed her eyes, squirming her
tight little ass on the couch as she wondered what it must be like to have a guy doing
something that wild to her.
Cindy dropped the TV guide, drawing her knees together again. She was wet down
there. Real wet, she thought, just like a woman gets before she fucks a guy. Closing her
eyes, Cindy thought about some of the young men in her school who had been eyeing
her. Her best friend Sharon Vaughn had told her about Doug Satto, about the way he
had looked at her after she passed him in the hall.
"If eyes could fuck, Cindy, you'd be in bed right now," Sharon had giggled, making
Cindy flush beet red. Now the thought came back to her with the image of the
handsome black-haired quarterback and she thought of him leading her to his bed,
taking her clothes off, fucking her.
She would do it again. She would go upstairs to her room and undress and take care of
this feeling with her fingers. It seemed like such a lonely thing to do. But the thought of
just picking up the phone, calling up Doug and asking him to come over to fuck
around was simply unthinkable to the proper young girl. Cindy opened her eyes,
feeling something rubbing against her right calf once again. It was Pal, whimpering
softly, blinking up at her and staring with those loving brown eyes. Cindy smiled. She
liked the dog, even loved him. He had been the one stabilizing force in her young life
after her father had died and her mother temporarily went to pieces. But there was
nothing he could do for her now.
"That's all right, boy. I'll be down in a little while," Cindy said breathlessly, standing up
and smoothing her fingers over her lithe body. Just touching herself like that, drawing
her fingertips over the legbands of her electric-blue short shorts made her flesh tingle
with excitement.
The dog moved against her. Cindy backed away at the touch against her left inner
thigh, instinctively drawing one hand over her cunt. Pal had touched her there, touched
her in that very sensitive, private place. Cindy felt her pussy grow suddenly very hot
and ticklish at the light pressure Pal had applied against her crotch with his snout. Her
body seemed more and more alive to the slightest touch.
There he stood, tail wagging slowly from left to right while his long pink tongue lolled
from one corner of his mouth.
"Bad boy. You shouldn't do something like that," Cindy said, shaking a finger at him.
The big animal whimpered, moving to one side, then walking back to her and rubbing
his head against her leg. Was it simply to be friendly, or was he thinking of something
else? That unsettling thought made Cindy push him away and turn from the living
room couch. All those images of people fucking in her mind, of wanting to fuck Doug
or somebody to take care of the growing pulse itch between her shivering legs was
making her irrational. She was thinking awful thoughts.
Cindy put her fingers to her forehead, as if she could drive out those images. Upstairs.
If only she could get upstairs to her own bedroom, everything would be all right.
Wobbling slightly, she walked from the front room, through the small hall up to the
curving stairs leading to the second story.
Pal followed behind, head down.
Cindy began climbing the stairs, forgetting temporarily about the animal silently
stalking her. She was thinking about that rubbing sensation of her cuntlips as she took
the steps slowly, feeling her breathing become more labored while her chest tightened.
Sweet hot fuckjuice seeped out of her pussy until her panties were wet. Somehow the
thought of lying there alone in bed, rubbing her cunt to bursting with her fingers,
seemed awfully depressing. But, then, what was she to do?
Reaching the top of the stairs, Cindy paused for a moment, surprised at finding herself
so out of breath. She was in top physical shape. Was excitement responsible for her
condition? Cindy gripped the banister tightly, concentrating on that horrid itch until it
seemed to diminish a little. She would have little trouble bringing herself off tonight!
She smiled weakly, moving one foot in front of the other, feeling as if she were in a
dream. The teen could smell the muskiness of her body even now as she moved
through the dark corridor. She would finger-fuck herself, touching her clit all the time,
thinking about Doug and how he would feel on top of her!
It happened just as she opened her bedroom door. There was a sharp bump against the
backs of her legs, and Cindy found herself on her hands and knees just inside her
room. It was terribly dark. Trying to get up, she felt something butting up against her
ass. In a flash she knew Pal had knocked her down. Pal had pushed her into her room
and was now twisting his head around, trying to get a firm biting grip on her shorts.
Cindy slapped back at the beast, swallowing a lump of terror as she crawled blindly into
her bedroom.
"No, no, get away from me, you filthy dog!"
Why was he doing this to her? Cindy crawled forward, banging her head against the
dresser bureau as slick fuck fluids oozed from under her panties and trickled down her
inner thighs. It was then she felt his tongue licking the fuck fluids. The touch of his
furred muzzle against her flesh made her cunt pucker with biting heat. He was after
her! "No!"
The thought was too horrible to contemplate. Cindy knew she had to get rid of him
instantly or it would be too late. Her mind whirled as the dog kept on licking around
her thighs. Cindy crawled up to her bed, kicking back with one leg, swatting the animal
across his side with her right hand. Still he remained, stubbornly keeping a safe
distance from her fingers while drawing his tongue up and around her thighs. The girl
moaned, curling her fingers around the bottom of her coverlet while closing her eyes.
That burning itch! That darned burning itch was getting worse now.
When she moved her ass around to try to keep from Pal's licking tongue, she felt those
slick cuntal walls move against one another. She panted nearly as heavily as Pal as she
managed to draw herself up to the bed and twist about.
"No, Pal, no, go downstairs," Cindy breathed, sitting up while keeping her knees tightly
drawn together.
The animal backed away once again, his pointy ears pricked back while his body
shivered with excitement. Cindy thought she could see something sticking out from
between his hindquarters, barely visible from where she was sitting – Pal's prick!
"That's a good boy, just go downstairs," the girl said with growing confidence.
She had felt his tongue in places it shouldn't have been. Cindy had felt it drawing up
and down her thighs, getting terribly close to her hot cunt and making her feel less and
less disgusted about what Pal was trying to do. And now, as he seemed to be turning
from her, Cindy was almost disappointed he had surrendered to her authority so
quickly. She felt fear and confusion and lust as the big shepherd hunkered away.
Cindy thought about closing the door, but felt she had to start touching herself right
now. The dog had done just too much to her for her to put off the finger-fucking any
longer. Crisscrossing her arms, she pulled the jersey off, feeling the smooth cotton
material frictioning against her aching, hard nipples.
Cindy liked the feeling of being half-naked now, of sitting there on her bed just wearing
her shorts and feeling her tits naked. They were big, high-riding tits the boys were
always watching as she walked down the corridors to class. She smiled inwardly,
knowing even the male teachers had a difficult time keeping their eyes from her tits.
Unlike some of the girls, Cindy wore a bra in school, more than casually aware of what
would be the reaction if she were to let her long, finger-like nipples show pricking up
against her blouse! Now, there was no problem.
Reaching up, she thumbed her nipples, feeling them twitch and burn with her touch
while her cunt seemed to flame hotter. Squirming her pert little ass on the mattress,
Cindy dropped her hands, pushing them against her shorts and slipping them over her
ankles. Next came her panties, wet things in her trembling fingers. Dropping them
neatly to the floor, Cindy swung her legs around and settled naked into bed, drawing
her legs apart while letting her fingers rest on her belly.
She was breathing hard now, feeling as if there were some weight on her chest driving
the breath from her lungs! All those images came back once again, those mental
pictures of fucking mixed up now with the touching of the dog's muzzle and tongue
she had experienced. Tensing her thighs and legs, Cindy arched her back, moving her
shoulders against the pillow as she pushed her fingers between her outer cuntlips.
It was the touch she had been waiting for all evening! Cindy groaned, her face
slackening. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She felt the fuzzy sensation of
her cuntal curls against the backs of her fingers while she drew her fingertips along the
slick, wet warm membranes. The feel of those hot wet folds surrounding her fucking
fingers made her terribly dizzy. A strange buzzing started up in her ears while she
squirmed and writhed against the groaning mattress. It was happening. That wonderful,
hot tight feeling of climax was starting up deep in her body while her mind seemed to
blow to pieces. Soon there wouldn't be that hot tensing itch between her splayed thighs
any longer. There would only be relief, the wonderful, golden relief she had experienced
after the mind-shattering crash of climax.
Cindy found it, that hot spot, that special center of things in her cunt that made her
tremble and shake all over. She searched out that odd piece of soaked flesh, her
breathing changing once more, growing more and more shallow. She thought about the
stories she had heard about guys breaking a girl's cherry, about the pain and blood. She
wouldn't have minded that at all right now, just as long as she could have someone like
Doug holding her down, his big hands pressing her shoulders against the bed while his
knees spread hers apart. And there would be that feeling, the sensation of something
very long and hard and hot rubbing up against her cunt, wanting to push in,
demanding to be let in to make her feel like a woman!
"Uhhhhh, Doug... ohhhuhhhh!"
Cindy snapped her knees together, trapping her hand between the soft flesh of her
thighs as she pitched her ass off the bed and dragged it around in tight, frantic little
circles. All these moves seemed so right considering the intensity of her feelings! She
shut her eyes, the feel of the coverlet under her ass making her bounce to a humping
rhythm. The headboard behind her was clattering against the wall while her moans
grew louder and lower.
She dug at the mattress with her heels now, tossing her shoulders back and forth. Her
long blonde hair splashed over the pillow, tangling wetly at her mouth. Her body felt
hot and buzzy while the room seemed to fade from reality. Cindy whimpered, her
fingers fucking in and out, at times gouging against her cherry. She was almost tempted
to break it. That would be later, another time, something special.
It had all been so much a part of the general hot feeling Cindy hadn't thought about
the strangeness of it until it touched her cunt. Her ass bucked back in fear as she pulled
herself up on her elbows and found herself staring right into Pal's eyes. He hadn't gone
downstairs as she had ordered. He was there in bed with her, his tongue lapping at her
pussy, his paws draped possessively over her thighs.
It was like struggling through chains and rope to fight to a sitting position once more.
Cindy tried moving back, drawing her ass over the coverlet, pressing her spine against
the headboard, trying to get away from the dog.
Pal had seen too much, smelled too much. He knew the girl was in high heat, and he
was going to enjoy himself whether she wanted him to or not.
Cindy whimpered again, raising one hand as if to strike him as he crawled up to her.
That long, low steady growl coming from his throat made the teen drop her hand as if
it were a wilting flower. She whimpered through her nostrils, her eyes rounded, her
mouth opened while fear burned through her body. He was positioning himself
between her knees and licking them tenderly now, rolling those beautiful eyes up at her
as if watching for her reaction. Another whimper escaped from her throat.
The tenseness that had made her muscles cramp earlier relaxed. She felt herself settling
back onto the bed as if she had been levitating above the mattress for a few seconds.
The dog wasn't going to hurt her. The ceiling wasn't going to crash down simply
because Pal was touching her with his maw. There was still a kind of weird feeling
when she thought about it, about a German shepherd licking her that way.
"Oh, yes, Pal. Oh, that's... that's good, doggie. Wow, wow!"
Cindy found herself back down on the bed, one leg dangling over the edge of the
mattress as she wallowed against the coverlet and pillow once again. The dog's tongue
was more certain now, exploring higher and higher up her thighs, making the girl twist
up against his maw and wish he would touch her cunt once again. She would climax in
his mouth. Yes, she would cum in the dog's maw, feel his tongue fucking her while she
twisted up against it and fucked for all she was worth!
She tightened her ass and thighs and jerked her body upward against Pal's tongue,
listening to the dog whimpering and moving the long tip of his nose from side to side.
Fucking. Fucking. The word "fucking" echoed through her mind like a gunshot while
the dog kept on licking upward toward her cunt.
How he loved this! Raising her head a bit, peering through those long blonde lashes,
Cindy watched as the animal went wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner flesh
of her thighs, leaving long silver trails of dog spit on her skin. Each lick brought more
and more juice from her cunt until the teen could feel the coverlet becoming soaked.
He squirmed around a little more, his paws scratching along her thighs, pricking them
wonderfully while he tried nuzzling his snout between her cuntlips. Cindy slowly drew
her knees back, back, feeling her heels leaving the mattress. She wanted the dog,
wanted him the way she had wanted Doug earlier.
Doug.
Dog.
The spelling was almost the same! She moved her right hand down, feeling with her
fingers at the squishy mess between her spread legs. The dog was loving her now,
drawing his tongue up around the rubbery edges of her tight little virgin cunt. Cindy
bucked to the right, her mouth opening and letting out a long, low sigh. She snapped
her legs together, rubbing the insides of her thighs up and down against the dog's
furred head. Cindy let out another cry of joy, kicking her legs high in the air and
wishing this scene would never end. What she had discovered that night! The thought
of her frowning mother, of those ridiculous sex-education classes flashed through her
mind and made her laugh. Nothing, nothing had prepared her for this!


Chapter 2

"Oh, Pal, you awful, awful dog," Cindy whimpered, her throat tight with emotion.
It was all she could do to moan. The animal was wetting her all over, licking his tongue
down toward the split of her ass, then back up to her cunt. Cindy rolled her thighs in
lust, bouncing her ass against the mattress as that pink tongue drove relentlessly up and
down her pussy. She was panting harder than ever, drawing her knees back, feeling her
outer cuntlips unsticking and peeling back for the dog. How she wanted him, wanted
the animal in the worst way. "Fuck... fuck." The rutting young teen worked her ass
around in frantic circles. At times Cindy found herself arching her spine, bracing her
body like a bridge against the bed while hammering her fists over the mattress. That
dog. That wonderful, loving German shepherd was doing this to her! She wanted it all,
the touch, the feeling of having something other than her fingers slipping in and out of
her cunthole. And then another feeling came over her, one that she couldn't quite
understand as yet. But it was the desire of having the dog in her, of having the
sensation of being filled! She drew away from that feeling for the moment, frightened of
its consequences. Right now, this was enough. Her cunt walls were spasming against
the touch of that tongue.
At times, the young girl could feel his fangs teasing against her cuntal walls. Cindy
yammered with unholy delight, beating her fists harder as she pitched on the bed. The
big muscles in her ass cramped as she kicked her feet high a second time. The dog was
slowing down his rubbing action, rolling his eyes up again and watching her as she
raked her fingers through his fur.
The dog was so good, touching her in all the right spots, making her feel all fuzzy and
hot and prickly. She could feel her cunt growing hotter, it seemed, as she groaned.
Scissoring her legs lightly around the animal, she tossed, pitching up against his licking
maw. A fire licked up her thighs, burning into her cunt. She quivered and throbbed,
feeling as if she were all cunt-hot, wet, milking. Hot fuck juice flowed from her pussy
like frothing water from a shattered dam. She was going to cum. Oh yes, Cindy could
feel it, feel it distinctly as the dog kept on fucking that wonderful tongue deep into her.
Cindy jerked and twitched as if someone were passing electric current through her
body. She fucked hard into the dog's maw.
"Ohhhhhh... oihhhh, yes, yes, doggie, oh God, doggie, do it, do it to me!"
When she opened her eyes again, Cindy found herself lying on her side, the dog next to
her. She had been hugging his strong, soft-furred body against her. A swirl of thoughts
came to her. What had she done? What would the guys at school think now if they
could see her embracing her pet while she lay stark naked in the sack?
Gritting her teeth, she shook those awful images away. She would think only of Pal, of
the wonderful way he made her feel when he licked her pussy with that tongue. Cindy
had always heard about those kinds of feelings, those kinds of climaxes. But she had
never had them, even with her strongest of fantasies and best fingerfucking. The blonde
young teen had thought such orgasms were only stories made up by women for other
women. But now, she knew the truth! There were climaxes that shattered one's soul,
and this wonderful animal had helped her find them! Cindy hugged the dog, feeling
nicely warm, relaxed. It wasn't a feeling she was used to.
She sat up on the edge of the bed, the dog's head resting in her lap. "You wonderful
dog. You know how wonderful you are?"
Pal's tail wagged happily.
Cindy took a deep breath, holding it until her eyes swam. "Okay. I guess the world isn't
going to stop and let us off, Pal. It just isn't. So we're going to have to be careful about
what we do, right?"
Cindy felt him pressing his black nose against her soft belly as if he understood.
Getting up from the bed, Cindy padded to the doorway, bracing herself on the molding
and cocking her ear to see if she heard anything. No. It was too soon for her mother to
be coming back home. Closing the door, the young girl locked it. She turned and saw
Pal now sitting straight up in bed, his eyes round. She smiled.
"I'm just guessing, Pal, but I'll bet you're just like some of the guys – wanting to get off
and pretty darned frustrated about not doing it, right?"
The dog panted more heavily, his eyes focusing on her. She sauntered to the bed, sat on
the edge and put one hand gently on his head. Rubbing her fingers through his fur,
Cindy thought about fucking, about the one thing in life she wanted most right now.
She swallowed hard, feeling terribly afraid. Cindy guessed that, once started, the act
couldn't be stopped, especially with a mindless animal fucking her pussy.
"Uhhhhh, come on, Pal, come on and do it to me. I wanna cock, Pal, and you're gonna
give it to me good," Cindy whispered.
Her face flushed red as she stretched her young body over the sheet and wriggled her
pink little toes excitedly. Looking up through her long lashes, she watched the animal
bob his head around, circling her for a bit, trying to figure out just what she wanted.
Now that she had made up her mind, the young teen was impatient with the German
shepherd. She wanted him now, while she was hot, while her cunt burned and ached
for this new experience of fucking. She had thrown her morality to the winds for this.
He was back to licking her cunt, moving his tongue through her hot, swollen meat, his
tongue lolling around, smacking his lips over her pussy lips while driving her crazy
with his touch. It was so good it hurt, hurt good just like her cum had!
Cindy rolled her thighs up, clenching her asscheeks together like two fists while beating
her legs against the bed. She was wet, really wet this time with her own juices and the
dog's spit. She wanted that tongue all over her now, lapping at her tits, sanding over
her nipples, touching her throat, sloshing over her belly until her navel was nothing
more than a pool of dog spit.
"Oh yes, boy, yes, that's good, real good! I like it when you do that!"
But she wanted something more than the tongue, something more than the simple
licking she had enjoyed earlier. To encourage the big dog, Cindy fought to keep still
while raising her knees. This time the girl reached between her split thighs, hugging the
dog to her, making small, fucking moves against his powerful furred chest.
Pal whimpered, cocking his head to one side and looking curiously at her. Cindy licked
her dry lips, feeling her heart beating so hard she thought surely it would tear through
her chest! She squirmed her ass against the mattress, curling her toes until they
cramped.
How she wanted him doing that to her. She was fired up, her cunt drooling hot fuck
juice, pussy walls buckling in from the rising heat in her belly. She wanted a prick, and
wanted one now! Cindy heard the dog howling in pain, and only then realized she had
been pulling tufts of fur from his body in her rising excitement.
"Fuck... fuck..."
If only the dog could understand her! Why was he taking so much time? Surely he
must know just from the way she was clinging to him how much she wanted that prick
in her cunt!
Raising her head with some difficulty from the pillow, Cindy peered between her raised
legs and saw that long, knobby cock jerking up. The dog's prick looked so strange, not
at all like the pictures she had seen of a man's hard cock. His was funnel-shaped, pointy
at the end, the whole thing having so many odd bumps. She shivered with delight,
wondering how she would feel when that prick fucked into her pussy.
"Come on, Pal, come on, boy, you don't wanna stay like that when you can fuck me, do
you?"
Pam whimpered, shaking his powerful body. Then he put one tentative paw up against
her raised thigh. Cindy held her breath, feeling so very, very weird. He was going to do
it! The way he was touching her, the way he was sniffing her split-open cunt, she knew
he was going to do it!
Cindy pushed her head into the soft pillow, kicking her legs up a little higher, then
letting her knees fall apart to let the dog have more room. She knew he would have
been more comfortable, more confident in a dog-fucking position. But this was her day,
her first time with a prick. She wanted it her way.
She peered through her lashes at the beast towering above her. His forelegs were braced
on her thighs just below her knee, saliva dripping from his half-opened maw. Pal
whimpered, dipping his ass a bit while readjusting his position on her thighs.
Looking back, Cindy saw that prick again, sticking straight out and pointing at her like
some skinny finger. Cindy could have laughed if not for the excitement. Instead she
dropped her head back down, weakly raising her arms and sliding them around the
huge beast. He was going to do it, going to fuck her!
Pal slid up a few more inches, guiding his prickmeat down, catching himself just in
time and barking in frustration. Cindy moaned, keeping her ass flat against the mattress
while holding as still as she could.
Did he want her to put it in for him? Was it going to be hard for him to fuck her this
way? She shuddered at the thought, wondering if she had the courage to reach between
her legs and grab the dog's cock. Cindy hunched up impulsively, raking the dog's fur
with her fingers, wanting him inside her badly. And then she felt something very hot
pushing down against the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Yes, ohhhhh, yes, yes, yes!"
She was begging him, actually begging the dog to fuck her! Her head jerked up, then
snapped back against the pillow. Cindy twisted around like a snake, not believing the
awful goodness raking her body, making her clit throb as more of that dog cock slipped
into her. She could feel the prick sliding in, scratching her slick, itching cuntal tissues,
splitting her pussy wide open. Cindy smiled weakly, knowing she had been right. How
good this was letting the dog go all the way with her. And there would be no worry
about him telling people, as there would be if she had slept with a guy.
Cindy let out another long, low sigh, drawing her legs together and rubbing them
frantically against the dog's muscled sides. The touch of that fur against her sweaty
flesh and the feel of his heat against her thighs drove her mad. She arched her back,
wallowing in the lust crashing through her.
She felt the dog working his furry ass around, driving his cock meat in. She could feel
her cuntlips closing, trapping the prick meat outside. That big, long shaft was outside,
waiting to fuck into her. They were fucking. She and the big dog were fucking there in
her bedroom with no one to stop them. Cindy moaned happily. How she loved that
beast doing this to her, putting his cock in her.
"Fuck me, Pal, oh yes, doggie, do it, do it, give it to me! In! In! In!"
The dog was twisting his body, trying to keep on Cindy's thighs while fucking his meat
into her relentlessly. It was good, so very good having that kind of meat rubbing up
against her. And all those bumps! How they seemed to find the particularly hot,
sensitive spots in her cunt and stimulate her.
"Wanna cock. Wanna cock," she whimpered softly, licking her lips.
Pal dropped his head and started licking at her nipples, drawing his tongue over the
sensitive red nubs. Cindy liked that. She liked having her nipples touched that way
while that cock was sliding into her. She was under that dog and getting fucked and
liking it.
"Uhhhhh!"
Cindy felt the pressure in her cunt become more intense as the dog fucked in deeper.
His claws started scraping over her thighs more painfully now, leaving long, red marks
on her flesh. She felt more saliva drip from his maw while he continued to lick and lap
at her nipples. She wanted it all inside her, all sliding up into her belly! She didn't care
about her cherry. Cindy only wanted the pleasure to continue forever as that prick
shoved aside the virgin tissues and fucked in deeper.
"Ohhhh, Pal, do it to me, oh God!"
How she loved talking to the dog. It excited her more and more. And then she felt his
prick run into something firm, something that wouldn't give way under the pressure.
He still had more cockmeat to slip into her body.
Instinctively Cindy knew he had been stopped by her cherry. The dog whimpered,
snapping his head around and drawing his cock back before trying again. He shoved
forward and down, the small obstruction holding up against his cock head.
Suddenly there was pain, the pain her mother had told her about. The pain fought with
the pleasure still throbbing through her body. Right now it was a draw as she lay there,
split open, ready to take the dog's cock all the way into her body. Could she go through
with it? Could she let the animal steal her virginity? It was too fucking late. She wanted
that prick, needed that fucking.
Desperately the girl drew her hands down, flattening her palms against Pal's chest and
pushed back. She would shove him from her body and think more about this before
going this far. But he refused to let go. Hunkering down, he braced himself against her
body and drove down, oblivious to her cries, her screams of pain. His pointy cock was
shoving hard against the cherry now.
Cindy closed her eyes, tears of pain streaming out from under her shut lids. Why had
she let things go so far? Now she was suffering for it, paying the price for her pleasure
by enduring all this agony! Her excitement slipped several levels while her naked,
young white body shivered maniacally against the mattress. There could never be
pleasure after something like this, never!
And then Pal lunged forward, piercing her cherry with one massive blow and
hunkering down even more against her. Cindy shrieked, her high-pitched scream
echoing through the large, empty house. For a moment she thought she would faint
from that stab of agony. But something kept her conscious, and she lay on the mattress
now. She had done it, had crossed the terrible line. And the ceiling hadn't crashed
down on her head. The world was still turning. And Pal was still fucking, moving his
doggie hips up and down, growling with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, it's good, real good," Cindy moaned, dropping her arms to her sides and
feeling all his cock slipping into her. The girl sighed happily, feeling that hard, pushing
rod of dickmeat gliding into her until she thought she would blow apart. The girl
tensed a bit when it came to the spot where her cherry had been. But then Cindy
relaxed. No more pain. No more fear. No more guilt. Just the sensation of having that
cock pushing into her. Pal was grinding his furry little balls against her pussy.
Cindy felt the rushing of his cock become more and more frantic as he ripped through
her tight cunt. Both of them were close, real close. All those bumps seemed to be
slipping over her hot clit. She twisted and jerked and jumped as more flashes of fire
raced through her body. She was going to cum again, this time harder than before. And
this time it would be cumming with the dog's cock inside her! How she loved that
feeling of being filled, of having a prick slipping and squeezing through her while an
explosion was building up slowly inside her. How her muscles were clenching around
that driving prick now. Cindy could tell she was ready for the big shot, the big end to
her virginity!
"Oh, oh, God, do it, do it to me!"
Cindy was crying out at the top of her voice, feeling that prick throbbing inside her. As
her cuntal walls tightened, she could feel her cunt trembling and milking and clutching.
Pal was cumming in her. She could feel the hot sticky fuck fluid splattering against her
cuntal walls, making them snap shut and hold onto the squirting knobby prick.
Powerful spasms shook through her pussy. She was shouting, feeling the world slip
away as she and the dog came and came and came.


Chapter 3

Laura Dennis was a lonely, sad woman and she knew it. Her husband's untimely death
had left her with a pile of debts, an unpaid-for-house, and a budding teenager to look
after. Thank goodness part-time jobs plus her husband's insurance and pension plans
had taken care of most of the financial problems. But Cindy... that was another
problem. She saw the girl growing up into an attractive woman. The world seemed
much faster, looser than it had been when she was a young teen.
She had vowed not to bring anyone home for fear of what that type of situation could
do to Cindy. But she was still a woman, a woman who had been loved too many times
and who still needed it. Still firm-titted and supple-thighed, Laura didn't want to be put
out to pasture. But how on earth was she to meet men if she didn't want to scandalize
her daughter? In the end she opted to do nothing.
Leaning against the kitchen counter and feeling her flesh pucker into goosebumps,
Laura Evans whispered that forbidden world, "fuck" several times, rubbing her fingers
against her upper arms.
Breakfast was over. She could hear Cindy pattering around upstairs, getting ready for
school. She would be late, as usual, although the teachers didn't bother writing tardy
slips anymore. Another indication of the slip of today's morals.
"Leaving, Mother. I'll be home later," Cindy called out from the front door, hugging
her books to her tits then bolting from the house.
"Be careful, dear, the traffic..."
Laura didn't have a chance to finish the sentence. Cindy was out of the house already,
rushing down the sidewalk toward John Adams High School.
Pushing herself from the counter, Laura gathered her gown tightly around her tits,
moving through the living room and brushing past Pal who was waiting anxiously. She
ignored his whimpering, brushing aside the curtains and watching her daughter
disappear around the corner. Soon, Laura thought, Cindy would be leaving for good –
a job, college, or marriage. What would she have then? Weekend visits perhaps that
were all too short? Was she growing old too early?
The thought was a horrid one, one that came to her more frequently. She turned from
the window, ignoring the curious look of Bobby Vinton the newsboy who passed by
and stared at her through the curtains.
"I'm not old, I'm not," she said firmly, clenching her fists as if that very act would make
what she wished for true.
Laura found herself in front of the full-length mirror in the hall, still repeating to
herself mentally she was a young, vital woman. Untying the blue bathrobe, she
continued to stare at herself in the mirror, shrugging off the gown while revealing
herself completely in the mirror. She was still attractive, still sexy! Raising one hand,
Laura smiled at herself in the mirror, seeing with relief there were no blemishes, no
sags, no stretch marks. Any man would have given his right arm to bed her down – to
take her to his room and fuck her! "Fuck..."
Laura watched her lips slacken as she pronounced that word. It made her sick to think
of all the time that had gone by and she hadn't let a man touch her. She stared hard at
herself, able now to see the full red cuntlips beneath her blonde cuntal bush. There was
just the hint of moisture, of pussy juice seeping from her cunt slit and wetting down her
snatch. She was excited, aroused. Laura knew that from the way her clit tingled, from
the way her nipples were standing, waiting to be touched, from the way her skin was so
very sensitive! There was no one around, no man to take care of the feelings racing
through her cunt right now. She arched her feet, swaying forward until her forehead
brushed against the cool glass mirror.
Her reverie ended with the touch of something very warm and fuzzy against the back of
her left leg. Pal! Laura flushed red although she didn't know why. Laura stooped,
gathering her gown and shaking the dust from it.
"Sorry, boy. I know you want fresh water. I was just... just thinking," Laura said,
amazed she felt she had to offer the dog an explanation of her behavior.
But Pal seemed to have a continued interest in her. To Laura's utter surprise, he twisted
his head around, grabbing the hem of her gown and jerking the garment from her
hands. She stood there, her eyes round with shock as she watched him pull the gown
across the room, then drop it from his maw, standing atop it like some triumphant
general and glaring at her. Rarely had Laura felt this completely naked and exposed
before.
"Pal, what's gotten into you?" she said, trying to maintain a steady voice while eyeing
her gown.
He still stood atop it, occasionally sniffing at the flimsy blue material. It was as if he
were sniffing her. This was insane! She had to be losing her mind to be thinking like
this! She would go upstairs, shower, put on some clothes, then come back down to the
kitchen and contact a part-time agency about a job. Surely they would be able to find
something for her – if not today, then tomorrow. Yes. That would be the sensible,
reasonable thing to do.
Enough with feeling sorry for yourself, Laura thought, gathering up her pride and
making for the stairs.
The animal barked again, leaving the gown and moving up to her; When she felt him
nosing between her shivering legs, Laura stopped, slapping her hand downward. She
thought again of the way he had been smelling her gown, of the way he had stood on
top of it.
She pushed the animal down from her, heading for the stairs. Behind her, Laura could
hear the skittering sounds of his toenails against the polished hall floor. Reaching the
stairs, Laura turned to point a warning finger at the shepherd.
"Now, I've had about enough from you," she said, keeping her voice even. "Go back to
the kitchen, Pal, and I'm going to get dressed. Then, and only then, I will come back
and give you your food and water."
Food and water were not what the animal had in mind. She was about to climb the
stairs when Laura felt him slide his nose under her moving thighs and bump the
underside of her hot little cunt. She felt her knees giving way as something like panic
knifed her heart. What was he doing? Was he turning onto her? Another lick across the
bottom of her pussy confirmed that horrid suspicion.
Laura put both hands to her lips, shocked at the thought that raced through her mind.
And there was nothing, nothing in the immediate area with which to defend herself.
"No, boy, no, don't, please... go back, back..."
Laura's mind raced. The thought of having something like this chasing her as if she
were come cheap street bitch made her a little ill. Again Laura kicked back at the dog,
drawing her leg back quickly when she saw him snapping at her toes. He was going to
bite her, do something to bring her down to his level.
Gripping the banister, Laura turned and began rushing up the stairs, her tits slapping
against one another. If only she could reach the safety of her room. There she would
lock the door and find something to fend off the animal. She would even call the pound
if she had to.
Paul rushed after her, twisting his head to one side and opening his powerful maw. In a
second, she could feel his fangs biting down on her ankle, drawing her leg down the
stairs. She cried out, terrified of what the dog could do to her if he wished. She clawed
at the carpeting, her fingers banging against the banister supports as her body thudded
down the steps toward the first-floor landing.
She bawled and screamed, her hands grasping for the poles that eluded her. And there
was always that touch, the feel of the animal's fangs pressing against her ankles, nicking
her skin. She could feel his tongue now lapping at her flesh while he dragged her
farther and farther from the steps. Laura knew she might have pulled away from the
beast at this point. But then he could pounce on her, tear out her throat, perhaps, and
there was no one around who could help her. She lay there, then, face down, her
fingers clawing at the floor, her body shaking with terror and revulsion, hoping against
hope the animal would soon tire of this strange game and leave her alone.
But Pal was relentless, moving around her and wedging himself between her legs. In a
moment the woman's mouth opened with surprise and guilty delight. He was licking
her, drawing his tongue between her asscrack and sloshing up the tight little valley.
Laura groaned, especially when she felt his sharp claws bracing hard against the
rounded bottoms of her asscheeks.
The woman moaned, pushing her hips up, feeling the prickly sensation of the carpeting
against her clit and thighs. Laura felt oddly giddy, weakened by that touch. She knew
she was in trouble. It would be almost impossible for her to push the dog away now.
Wallowing in this feeling like another animal, Laura let the dog touch her all over,
going wild when she felt his tongue slurping between her jutting shoulder blades.
"Pal... ohhhhh, why are you doing this to me now?"
She was shaking like a trembling bride before her new husband. Laura remembered the
first wonderful night with her late husband Bill, the excitement she had felt, the lewd
arousal that had rushed through her veins like fire, explosion after explosion blowing
her cunt apart. It was like that now, or starting to get that way as the dog continued
licking and lapping.
"No, oh no, this can't be happening to me! I don't want to fuck a dog," she whimpered,
tears of shame oozing from under her lashes. She drew her knees up, that move
spreading her asscheeks more for the dog. He drove his pointy muzzle into her
asscrack, twisting his head around, rubbing his fangas against the sensitive flesh of her
ass while dipping his tongue into her shitter.
Laura let out a sharp cry, her knees jerking up. She wanted him to keep licking her
asshole while his claws scraped along her inner thighs. She gasped, smelling the musky
cunt juice that flooded from her body. The dog liked that, liked it a lot as he licked
down a bit more and started pulling up more hot fluid from her pussy. He was
touching her cunt from the underside now, curling his tongue into her pussy and
licking it again and again until Laura thought she would go out of her mind with that
slick touch. She found herself bobbing her ass up and down until tiny beads of
perspiration broke out on her forehead. She was fucking against his tongue, moving her
ass back and forth, loving that wet feeling of his tongue against her shitter, against her
milking cunt. It had been such a long time since she had felt something that good, that
wondrously good around her pussy.
Moving around, Laura turned over, flattening her ass against the floor and letting the
dog lick her that way. It was so good. She could see him, see that handsome face above
her, that licking tongue that had done so much for her so soon. Never would she have
believed an animal, a dog could make her feel this wanted, this excited! But the way his
tongue was licking, exploring higher along the insides of her tensing thighs made Laura
rut shamelessly under his constant licking.
She tightened her thighs, gasping and moaning when Pal turned his head and licked
the tendons. It was wonderful, delightful feeling the animal there between her spread
legs. Laura moved back a little more, resting her head against the first step while staring
lovingly at the animal. He was busy in her cuntal thicket, slurping his tongue through
the blonde hairs, getting to his hot, throbbing treasure.
It was more than anything she could have expected from a man today. Laura tossed her
head from side to side, feeling all shreds of pride being blown away from the rising heat
in her pussy. She moved her hands down until she could feel the swampy buttery mess
between her thighs. He was licking her fingers now, drawing his tongue over her
knuckles and palms while she shuddered and shivered under him. That licking,
slopping touch over her pussy was driving her up the wall. She tore at her hair, not
believing the delicious tightness that burned through her cunt.
"Fuck... oh God, fuck..."
Pal was gouging his claws up and down her thighs, leaving long red marks on her flesh
while burrowing his muzzle into her cunt. Laura cried out, kicking her heels against his
sides while arching her spine and wallowing against the carpeting. He was fucking her
with his snout, driving that furred thing into her pussy and setting off the tiny muscles
into itching spasms. Laura let out another cry of delight, scooting back, feeling her body
tensing as if it were a tightly wound spring.
"Pal, you... you wonderful, wonderful dog."
She sat up now, bracing her spine against the banister main pole while stroking the
dog's head with excitement. He had managed to crawl between her legs once more and
now sat there, feeding on her cunt. She liked this, liked it a lot. Looking down, Laura
could still hardly believe this was happening to her. A dog, a darned dog there, licking
her into wonderful oblivion while all she had to do was sit and drink in the sensation of
being lapped.
"Paul, naughty dog, naughty... ohhhh, right... there! Good, dog, you know just where to
touch me, don't you?" she said, curious to know how Pal had become such an expert at
cunt licking.
Thoughts along that line would have to wait until later. Right now, there was only Pal
and that wonderful tongue of his licking up through her cunt.
"I'll bet you want something else, don't you?" she asked slyly. "Well, you're going to get
it. You're going to get it in spades, boy. Oh, I'm so hot. I'm so hot I could fuck
anything, and I'm going to."
Pushing him away, Laura folded one leg over the other, finding herself in a crouching
position, her head braced against the banister. Her asscheeks rode high, the split
glistening with the dog's spit while her tits dangled pendulously. Laura widened her
knees, spreading them farther apart while feeling a trickle of warm fuck juice oozing
from her cunt and running down her right inner thigh. Behind her, she felt the dog's
panting breaths blowing against her ass. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the
burning itch, that damned burning itch that seemed to sap every ounce of strength and
will.
"Come on, boy, come... uhhhh!"
She felt the tentative scratching of his paws against her asscheeks. He was testing her,
sniffing her pussy, then bracing his paws against the tops of her asshole. Laura felt the
pressure, felt the warm slide of his furry paws. There was the sexy touch of his tail over
her heels as he climbed atop her.
Ridging her arms, Laura remained perfectly still, more than aware of the dog's tentative
grip on her body. How her cunt burned and throbbed for a touch, a tongue, anything
to ease the agonizing pressure building up inside. That, she knew, would be taken care
of in a moment.
"Ohhhh, now, boy, do it now! Oh wow, it's so good, so very good, Pal."
And there it was – that hot touch she had been waiting for, that cock! A prick, even
one that belonged to a dog, was welcome between her legs. She had waited so long, so
very long for something like this.


Chapter 4

"Do it, doggie! Oh yes, yesssss, Pal, fuck me! Push that thing in me. Oh yes, yes, fuck
me, fuck me, doggie!"
Laura felt herself going wild. All she could think of was that dog, that wonderful, wild
dog mounting her, holding onto her while she crouched there in the living room,
wagging her tight firm ass against his underbelly. She was perspiring heavily under his
coat, loving the warm, prickly sensation of his fur against her back.
She sighed happily when she felt his maw resting in the small valley between her
shoulder blades. At times, Pal licked the back of her neck, loving her as he had loved so
many bitches in the street before. Yes, that was what she was. No better than the gutter
bitches she had seen slinking around in heat, their tails up in the air, their asses
wagging slowly to entice male animals like Pal. And there he was, pumping his meat
into her, holding onto her as if she would want to run away from this wonderful
feeling.
Laura jerked her head back, a spasm rushing through her cunt and knifing hotly into
her clit. It was like getting fucked by her late husband, only somehow better. Laura
wagged her ass again, her elbows bowing out slightly as she lowered her head to the
first step.
"Gimme that cock! Oh God, gimme that dick," she cried.
Laura felt she could ask for nothing more in life other than having the animal feed her
his meat. More! Yes, she wanted more – more pressure, more sensation of that
prickmeat pushing into her. The woman felt her elbows bowing out even more, her tits
dragging sexily over the floor while she fought for her breath.
"Oh, don't stop! Please, Pal, keep on going, keep on doing it to me until... until I cum!"
Laura smiled at herself, shaking the loose perspiration from her forehead while more
trickled down from under her arms, streaking her tits.
But Pal was almost human, to her mind, moving sensuously above her, wagging his
butt, moving his prick around her cunt mouth like a spoon until her pussy muscles
spasmed and itched with pressure. Laura scratched her fingernails against the carpeting,
pulling up little tufts.
"Oh, God, do it, do it, fuck me deeeeeeep!"
She could feel his balls pillowing against her upturned ass. His cock was finally in her
pussy all the way! She felt that hard, hot cock throbbing deep in her body, spreading
her open a little bit more, making her feel as if there were something alive in her,
taking her over.
"Ohhhh, do it, boy, fuck me, now, fuck me till I cum!"
Laura decided to hurry herself up, to work her hips up against him while concentrating
on the situation – her being fucked by this powerful, magnificent animal, his knobby
cock spreading her wide open, that pinpoint prick-head rubbing up against her womb
while all those delicious bumps tickled her clit!
Laura was drooling, tossing her head around like a female bitch close to climax. She
had concentrated on cumming, thinking of her clit, of the prick inside her, of those
balls slapping against her. Her concentration worked all too well.
Pushing herself weakly up from the floor, the woman felt him fucking in and out of her
cunt with that knobby boner. She could hardly keep still enough for him to stay on top.
More than once Laura felt the dog gripping her frantically, his claws digging into her
sides as he managed to stay on top of her. How that thing dug against her soft cuntal
lining, plowing into her, massaging those wet, clasping folds. She rubbed her knees raw
against the carpeting, banging her forehead against the step while feeling those feverish,
itching thrills race through her.
"Uhhhhhhhhh, Pal, soon, oh God, soon, sooooooon!"
Laura was coming apart. Brilliant explosions were tearing through her, cutting her to
ribbons while the animal continued fucking deep in her cunt. She had no control any
longer. She pushed back, feeling the prick taking over her body and her mind. It was
happening now, happening fast and hard. She clawed the floor, gritting her teeth, then
opening her mouth and letting out yelps of undisguised pleasure as she came hard
against the dog's cock.
"Oooooooooooooo!''
There were so many explosions, each one more powerful, it seemed, than the last. She
could feel the glossy rub, that tickle that grew to an itch and then to an aching that
exploded deliriously over the red slicked tip of her clit. It happened again and again, the
madness taking her over and turning her into nothing better than a rutting, fucking
machine. She heard Pal growling above her, his paws stroking her sides, his body
seeming to hunker down harder against hers while he kept his doggie hips working
against her. She could feel something very hot and wet squirting into her cunthole and
knew right away it was his cum. Pal was cumming, dumping his doggie spunk into her
cunt while he held onto her for dear life.
"Oh Pal, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh!"
Laura didn't even remember the last of it. The whole thing was a blur in her mind –
the dog, the stairs against her head, the scraping of her nipples against the carpeting as
her elbows gave out and she collapsed to the floor!
Pal was growling loudly atop her still, feeding her his cock, working his narrow doggie
hips in and out, making the young woman feel as if he just wouldn't stop.
And then it was over.
Laura found herself sprawled on the floor, one arm thrust through the banister rails
while her legs remained split apart. Pal was nowhere to be seen. Moving her head
around, pushing the blonde hair from her eyes, Laura blinked her eyes clear and looked
about the living room. Nothing. He had left her there naked, cum oozing from her
cuntslit, wetting down her thighs. Laura sighed happily, though. For the first time she
felt satisfied.
Now she had Pal, something to take care of that awful itchy ache that was starting to
drive her mad. Now she could find relief from the tension that was starting to make her
sharp with Cindy.
"There you are, boy. Oh, good, Pal, you did well today, Pal," Laura crooned, spotting
the big dog.
He was standing in the doorway, staring at her, his big tail wagging slowly. When he
heard his name, he perked up his ears and trotted over to her, his tongue hanging
loosely from one corner of his mouth. Laura loved his touch, the lick across her face,
then her shoulders. She closed her eyes and shuddered, knowing she should get up.
There were things to do, places to go.
It just didn't seem right lying about the floor while her daughter was in school. There
was the home life to think of. Cindy was a good girl, one who would probably be
shocked by her mother's behavior.
Pushing the dog gently away from her, Laura got up from the floor and put her gown
back on. Pal padded behind her across the room and into the kitchen. The woman still
felt a little weak from the fucking session, and that warm, trickling sensation down her
inner thighs didn't help her spacey feeling either.
She opened the cabinet, searching the shelves for something she could reward Pal with
for having fucked her. Another can of food, his favorite. She could hear him
whimpering below, feel the pressure of his snout against the backs of her legs. She
shivered, pulling down a yellow can of dog food and opening it quickly. Pal was
padding around on the floor, running over to his food dish and nosing it excitedly, then
rushing back to her and licking her calves.
Laura scooped out the red meat, then tossed the can into the garbage. She watched the
beast feed on the food. There was something overpowering about watching this animal
eating the red meat with those powerful jaws. Only moments ago, he had been licking
her, touching her with that maw, sticking that pink tongue up her cunt while pawing
her thighs. He was an animal, just an animal. She had to keep telling herself that, Laura
thought, or she would lose her mind.
As Pal finished his meat, the woman left the kitchen, feeling her forehead and realizing
just how hot she was. Imagine! She had fucked a dog! Sitting down on the living room
couch, Laura held her head in her hands, curling her bare toes into the thick piling. She
had let him touch her with his tongue, then let him mount her and fuck her. And she
had loved it! The feeling had been wonderful – so wonderful, Laura thought, that this
would surely happen again. But she knew she would have to be very careful.
"Oh, Pal," she murmured as the German shepherd trotted back into the living room,
smacking his lips.
She had satisfied him in two ways, and he was grateful.
"I was horny, really horny," she said to herself, falling back against the couch and
watching her gown open. It was an action the dog didn't miss. He whimpered and
licked her face, then jumped back down from the couch and began nuzzling her thighs.
It was going to happen again. Oh God, in heaven, happening again! And this time
Laura wasn't even making an attempt to push the animal away. She let her gown fall
completely open, giving herself to the licking caresses of the German shepherd. She
closed her eyes and shifted her ass back and forth against the soft sofa cushion.
"Ohhh, that's it, Pal, that's the way. You keep doing that, boy, keep... uhhhhhhh!"
Laura closed her eyes and let the dog lap into her cunt, feeling the spittle mixing with
her juices and the cooling cum. It was going to be a long day, a very, very long, hot
day.
Back in school, Cindy was giggling with her best friend Sharon Vaughn about the guys
in general, Doug Satto in particular. He was sitting in the cafeteria opposite them. The
crowd had thinned from lunch. Fifteen more minutes and the boring routine of school
would continue. Cindy was more than casually aware of Doug's occasional stares, more
frequent now that his buddies were leaving.
"I think he wants to come over and talk to you," Sharon said knowingly, winking as she
began gathering her books about her.
"No, don't leave," Cindy said nervously, eyeing the handsome quarterback with one eye
and feeling her heart beating real hard.
"You've gotta meet him one way or the other," Sharon said, pushing back her brown
hair and giving the football player a long, hard look. "It's fate. I told you that before."
"But, I don't know what to say," Cindy said, feeling panic. It certainly hadn't been this
difficult with Pal.
There had been no worries about what he would think, of what she would have to say.
Oh, if only she were back at home, back on her ass with the dog hovering over her.
There would only be her and the dog, that wonderful tongue, the cock that had ripped
her cherry out. There were no questions, no worries. She started to get up again, but
Sharon pushed her down into the seat and frowned.
"Now, you don't have anything after lunch. Just some dumb study hall you can cut.
Now talk to him. Bet he comes over the second I leave," Sharon said confidentially,
giving her friend a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before sauntering off.
Cindy sat there, miserable, certain she was doing the wrong thing. Was she supposed to
smile at him? Was she supposed to go over there, or at least look over and grin
encouragingly? Oh, she felt so dumb at these things. She wished she had listened more
carefully to the fast girls on campus to figure out what to do with guys.
"Hi. I've been watching you for a while. Don't get upset, but you mind if I come over
and sit here?" a voice said.
Cindy nearly jumped from her skin. She hadn't seen Doug coming over. And now
there he was, standing right in front of her, grinning sheepishly at her. It was all the
girl could do to nod in approval, searching her mind frantically for something witty or
at least not stupid to say.
Doug rattled on about one thing or another, leaving Cindy to nod in approval or shake
her head and recover some of her demeanor. It was than with a shock when she heard
him invite her over to his house right then.
"I've got practice after school, so I can't have much of a social life then. But I've got
some neat Grateful Dead albums and a compact disc set of some Heavy Metal. You
interested? It's just down the block. We'll be back in an hour or so. I promise I won't
keep you away that long. Come on, Cindy," Doug said, running his fingers through his
coarse, black hair and smiling down at her.
She couldn't have said no. Even though everything in her said she was making a
mistake, Cindy felt compelled to nod her head up and down. They would sneak off
campus. She would cut study hall, probably get three detentions for that. Well, that was
that. She would handle the detentions, making sure her mother didn't hear about it.
She would be alone with this wonderful young man, this handsome quarterback she
had been dreaming about for a long time. Licking her lips, trying to appear more
sophisticated than she was, Cindy rose from the table, gathering her books and papers
and following Doug out the door.
Thank goodness the hall monitors seemed to be doing something else at the time. She
and Doug looked a bit nervously around, then slipped from the east wing door just as
the class bell rung.
"I don't have much this period, do you?" he asked.
Cindy kept her head down, shaking it negatively as she hurried behind him. She could
almost feel every eye in the school following her, tongues wagging already about what
was happening.
When they reached his house, she guessed, from the empty garage, his folks weren't
home. Fishing a key from his right pocket, Doug opened the front door, standing back
and letting her enter first.
It was a big house, cool, pleasant, nicely furnished. Cindy could see immediately Doug's
parents had money, but weren't too interested in showing it.
"Upstairs. There," Doug said.
"Oh, what a lovely dog!" Cindy cried, bending down and holding her arms out to a
black Doberman. He had been standing in the kitchen doorway, watching with
curiosity as his master came in with this strange girl. Confident she was trustworthy, he
rushed into her arms, licking her face and throat. Cindy let her head fall back, laughing
as she felt a tingle begin in her cunt. She rubbed his head briskly, standing up and
feeling a bit flushed.
"That's Champ... short for Champion. My father bought him a year ago to stud. He'll
be ready to loan out to other owners pretty soon," Doug said, starting up the stairs.
Cindy followed, looking back at the whimpering animal. She had never particularly
liked Dobermans. There had been too many stories about how they'd turn on their
owners, killing them. They were nasty, powerful, mean dogs who could flip out in a
second's notice. But now she wasn't sure. This poor pooch was as friendly as they came,
looking a little dejected as she and Doug climbed the stairs away from him. He was
wanting to play, to have her pet him some more.
This is silly, Cindy told herself, hugging her books more closely to herself and leaving
thoughts of the animal behind. She was Doug's guest and she would play the game.
They entered his room and he immediately pushed the on button for his stereo. Rock
music blared, shaking the walls before he managed to put it down.
"Take it easy. Sit down, put your books down," he said.
Cindy hesitated, feeling her ass sink too comfortably into the bed as she lay the books
down on his desk. Doug had behaved himself perfectly so far, hardly looking at her as
he selected some records and put them on the changer. It was only when he finished
that he sat down next to her, tapping his fingers lightly in time to the music and
nodding his head.
When he turned to look at her, Cindy saw there was more on his mind than rock.
Undaunted by her stand-offishness, Doug curled an arm around her shoulders and
kissed her blonde hair. She let him wet her earlobe. When she felt his teeth, she pulled
away.
"Hey, cut it out! Your folks"... "Won't be back until late tonight," he said, shrugging
and still smiling easily at her.
Cindy felt her heart leaping. This was starting to go perhaps a little too far for her. She
wasn't ready to let a guy fuck her. What would she tell him when he discovered she had
lost her cherry? What would he think?
"But... I didn't come over here to do anything like... like this," Cindy said, shrinking
away from him as he rested one hand on her thigh.
"Then why did you come here, to listen to music? Come on, Cindy, I know you've been
watching me for a long time. I see it."
Cindy blushed, feeling as if her secret had come out. She squeezed his fingers, unsure of
what to do, of what to say. She didn't want to appear too forward, too sluttish. But
there were things going on now between her thighs, things that made her hot and
breathy. His hands were moving under her skirt, sliding up toward her cunt. She tried
putting one hand down to stop him. But he kept on moving it up, up past the legband
of her panties.
She let out a cry with surprise. He was rubbing the puffy cuntlips with one hand. As
she tried to squirm away, she could feel the hot juice oozing from her slit.


Chapter 5

"You're going too fast for me," Cindy panted, pushing him away with both hands.
"I've... I've mean, I don't do things like that that often."
"So what? The time's right, the people are right. I want you, Cindy, want you bad."
His voice had changed, becoming much lower, much more demanding. His kisses were
doing more than she had wanted them to. She struggled a little, feeling her will power
draining away. Doug's fingers had pressed deeper into her flooding crack. He was
working it back and forth until her whole bottom glowed.
"And it's not like you haven't done this kinda thing before," he said, playing with her
clit.
Cindy blushed furiously, knowing he was referring to her cherry. She could have told
him about the dog. Cindy almost wished she had the courage to say the words, to move
back and watch the expression on his face when she told him just who had taken care
of her cherry. But then the girl stopped, concentrating on that fucking finger, still
wondering if she should go this far.
"Ohhhh, we'd better stop. I don't know if we should do this here. I mean," she said,
dropping her eyes modestly, "I feel kind of funny. I don't know you hardly, and here I
am, letting you... you touch me."
"Don't worry about it. I won't tell. I'm not gonna let anybody steal you away from me
without a fight," Doug said, squeezing her again.
"Oh, Doug."
She turned her opened mouth to him. When his tongue went deep, she knew she was a
goner. "Ohhhh yes, if you really and truly want me, yes, yes!" she cried dramatically,
feeling her cunt turn to hot butter while his finger turned and churned deep inside her.
There were more moves, the music seeming to blur her mind. He was moving her
around on the bed, untying her halter and slipping it from her tits. In a moment Cindy
felt her skirt and panties being pulled off along with her sandals. He had stripped her
naked, pulled off all her clothes and laid her out on the bed. He was panting
unashamedly at her. The bulge in his Levi's made him limp around the room as he
draped her clothing carefully over the backs of some chairs.
"Am I pretty?" she asked. "Christ, yeah."
He moved back to the bed, sitting down and circling an arm around her. He was
kissing her, driving his tongue into her throat and wriggling it around until Cindy
moaned into his mouth. It was wild, wonderful.
She threw her arms back around him, hugging him tightly, feeling her cunt burning as
if someone had poured burning gasoline over her clit. There was a little knot of fear in
her guts, also. She was going to lose that fear, going to be changed completely by
having this handsome football stud fucking her. This would be very different than
having Pal fucking her.
He rose from the bed, pulling his finger from her pussy, wiping the wet digit against
the top-sheet. Cindy lay there, trying to catch her breath, feeling her body become more
excited until it felt as if there were a weight on her chest. She could feel everything so
well, it seemed – the sheets against the backs of her legs, the pillow under her head, the
juice bubbling and frothing from her hole, oozing down her thighs. He had felt the heat
radiating from her cunt like the heat from a furnace. He knew she was aroused, terribly
aroused, and was laughing silently at her. She had tried to play the shrinking virgin,
while all the time he knew exactly what was going on in her mind.
"Bet you never saw something this big," Doug said, stepping out of his Levi's, then
peeling down his white athletic socks. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic
waistband of his shorts and pushed them over his knees.
Cindy drew back on the bed, one hand to her lips. He was right. He had to have eight,
maybe nine inches, and so very thick! She had heard some of the girls giggling about
guys who were "hung." Well, she guessed Doug fit into that category, but would he fit
into her cunt?
A shard of fear jabbed into her gut as she watched Doug approaching her, his prick
swinging back and forth with each step he took. She licked her dry lips, thinking how
much more simple it had been having the dog fuck her.
"You know, I'm not just some guy who mounts 'em and leaves 'em," Doug said.
"Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered, feeling him pressing against her body. The
touch of that thing rubbing against her belly sent shivers racing up and down her spine
and cunt. It was so huge, so very thick and long! And the way his cock was nearly
touching her tits made Cindy wonder once more if she could take something that huge
in her pussy.
"You'll find out," he finally answered. He was resting his body onto hers. She could feel
that prick pushing into her cunt. Dappled light came through the window to the side as
she felt half crazy with what was happening. Cindy wanted to say something, but her
mouth was too dry. She licked her lips and Doug kissed her. His cock gouged slickly
down her cuntal crack, the domed prickhead pressing against her cunt.
With a quick lunge, Doug fucked her. She felt the fleshy barb splitting her in two,
going very deep. Cindy wriggled her slim ass, feeling herself caught on the stabbing
cock as the stud on top fucked deeper slowly. The young teen's cunt ached from the
tension, from the degree he was splitting her with his meat. But it felt good having
Doug inside her. She was completely blown away by the way her slick cuntal walls were
being stretched apart to accommodate Doug's pumping prick.
"Ohhhhh, it's... God, oh God, it's so good, so good for me!"
His teeth were cutting against her chin while his tongue licked into her mouth. Cindy
wanted to tell him to eat her pussy, to put his mouth against her cunt and suck just as
the dog had. But that would be going too far. That would be asking too much from this
young man for now. Instead Cindy moved her ass suggestively around and around,
wanting more, more sensation, more feeling. Doug pulled away from her mouth,
laughing at her. "You're a little hellcat aren't you? Man, you want it all. And that's what
you'll get," he said, laughing once more at her shame-faced blush.
Cindy wanted to say something modest, something that would make the situation less
risqué on her part. But Doug's mouth was closing over hers while he started pumping
away in earnest. She could feel his meat nudging her womb, filling her up to bursting.
She sucked ravenously at his tongue, hearing his grunts of pleasure at that move. She
was glad. Cindy had never kissed a boy like that, but now felt it was the only way. She
felt tender and soft and weak and, strangely, like she was a wild little animal.
Slowly she was starting to learn how to move her body. When she arched her back and
tilted her cuntal mound down, she felt his prick gouging against her pussy walls. He
grunted with pleasure and slid his fingers down her waist until they were cupping her
slim asscheeks. She rolled her thighs, rolling in lust as his hands slapped her asscheeks
gently. That touch, the slaps, everything about Doug was making her feel so wanted, so
wonderful. And then she knew he was all the way in her. The rocking movements of
his hipbones against hers stopped. She felt his balls rubbing up against her cuntlips. All
that prickmeat, all that cock in her! She felt dizzy at the thought.
"Doug... ohhhhh God!"
Cindy tried looping her legs over Doug's face. It seemed the right thing to do. It felt
nice, but she saw she couldn't move her body as she wanted to. It seemed best when
she put her feet flat on the mattress, her knees bent and wide apart. She could wriggle
her hips and buck them up from the bed better that way. Biting her lower Up, Cindy
concentrated on the strange new feelings inside her cunt. She felt the muscles
contracting, just as they had when Pal had fucked her. Only this time the prick inside
her was different, filling her up much more, making her pussy react in a new way. She
liked feeling the tight, milking sensation against the choking cockmeat.
"Yeah, that's real nice, real nice," Doug said, bringing his hands up and cupping her
tits.
He was thumbing her nipples, making them very stiff and rigid while fucking his
cockmeat deep into her.
"Oh God, when you draw it back and fuck it in like that, oh God, I think I'm gonna
die!" Doug let her have his prickmeat awhile longer before pulling out. Cindy felt the
fat cockhead drawing back, taking gobs of juice. She knew he was going to pull out for
some reason. Curling her fingers, she scratched desperately at his back, clinging to him,
jerking her thighs up and rubbing her hips against his in a silent plea for him to keep
his prick in her. He couldn't leave her high and dry like this. He just couldn't!
Cindy whimpered, jerking her ass high in the air, raising off the bed. Doug kept pulling
his dick out.
"I know what I'm doing," he said.
There! His cock was out. Cindy gasped, feeling her cuntlips snap shut on thin air. She
felt so alone, so abandoned!
"I'm gonna get something in the bathroom. I'll be right back," Doug said, caressing her
hot cheek, then slipping from bed.
Cindy stretched out one restraining arm, failing to catch him. She needed him right
now. What right did he have, leaving her like this, her cunt aching and throbbing like a
festering wound while he went to the bathroom?
"Doug?" Cindy sighed.
She heard scratching at the door. Doug hadn't shut it well, and the Doberman pushed
it open. Turning her head, Cindy found herself starting at the big animal. He was
barely beyond the puppy stage, but something told Cindy he was fully capable of doing
things the big dogs did. She bit her hp, staring at the closed bathroom door.
"Champ, you're a good dog, you know that? I don't think Doug'll mind if you come up
here to keep me company," Cindy said.
She knew what she was doing. She knew she was inviting temptation as the animal
hopped onto the bed and immediately began sniffing her pussy. She knew he was going
to be aroused, going to want to do things to her. But, at this point, the girl could not
have cared less. She only wanted something to take care of the nervous, itchy ache
throbbing through her cunt. And Champ didn't disappoint her. Champ pricked his
pointy ears up the moment he picked up her scent, staring at her, hesitating only for a
moment, then diving in with that pink tongue of his.
Cindy bucked back, her ass tightening at the touch of the Doberman's tongue against
her cunt. She eyed the bathroom door nervously, keeping one hand against the
Doberman's head just in case she heard Doug come out. She could always pretend the
dog was only up here licking her face and being friendly, just as long as she kept her
mind from going out of control.
The dog was licking down hard now, eager to taste more of her hot, pungent juices. It
was, she guessed, one of his first times with a female in heat. She sighed, happy at the
touch of this inexperienced animal. He was nosing around her ears, her tits, her throat,
her belly until she was wet all over. The girl let out a shivery moan, widening her
knees.
Champ grunted, moving his head down and wetting the bottom curves of her ass before
moving back to her pussy. The saliva and fuck-juice boiled down together. She arched
her back and wanted to give the animal more room for his licking. She wanted him in
her, the way Doug had been in her. Cindy couldn't help the sensations racing through
her at that point. She parted her thighs until her cuntlips peeled back stickily from her
blood-rich cunt meat. Champ shoved hungrily forward.
"Good boy, good boy," she whispered, petting him with her feet and hands.
He was nosing her more frantically, twisting his head around and licking deep into her,
making those muscles convulse while her legs jerked toward the edges of the bed.
Cindy bounced her ass happily over the mattress, babbling with excitement as the
animal continued lapping her. She scooted back until she was sitting up in bed. Cindy
shook long strands of hair from her eyes, blinking so she could watch the dog at work.
His black muscular body was pressed against hers. His tongue was sticking out and
licking up and down against her wet pussy slit. She watched him force her clit down,
petting that tiny organ when he saw how she stiffened and moaned at the touch. When
he got up to move forward, Cindy could see more of his red prick slithering out of his
furry sheath. Looking down, the girl saw her cuntal hair clinging together in wet little
curls along the edges of her fuckslit. Cindy saw that she was completely open to the
dog's licking. She could see the tendons in her inner thighs bulging out whenever the
dog touched a particularly sensitive spot.
He bit her lightly, sinking his fangs teasingly, biting down until Cindy found herself
squealing with pain. That last squeal was too loud. Doug pushed open the bathroom
door and stood there open-mouthed, watching his pet eating out Cindy's cunt.
"Oh, Doug! Oh God!" she cried, clapping both hands to her mouth.
Champ continued feeding on her pussy, oblivious to his master's presence. Cindy
recovered enough to bring one hand down smartly against the side of his head, sending
the confused young Doberman skittering off the bed and crashing to the floor. He
stood there, looking first at Doug, then back at Cindy, wondering what to do.
"I-I can explain," she began, noticing something odd in Doug's hand. It was, she
guessed, what was called a French tickler, something men put on their pricks to make
fucking more fun for the woman. But Doug probably was having second thoughts, she
guessed, about doing anything with her now.
"I don't think you have to, Cindy. You were makin' it with my pooch. You do that a
lot?" Doug said dryly, arching both eyebrows.
"No! I'm... I wanna go. I think I'd better get back to class."
"You're not goin' anywhere," Doug said, putting the tickler down for the moment and
moving up to her. Champ whimpered again, rubbing his snout against Doug's leg as if
to apologize. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, boy. I think it's wild... you and the
pooch makin' it. In fact," he said, rubbing his prick, "We're going to have fun – all of
us – if you don't mind."
"Mind? But-"
"You like dog-fucking so much, I'm gonna make sure you're in the right position for it.
You ever suck cock?"
Sucking? She had heard some of the girls talking about it. Even Sharon had mentioned
it once or twice. But she had never really thought twice of those things. Doug moved
her around until she was on her hands and knees.
"Doesn't matter. I've decided I'm gonna fuck that cunt, and that's what I'm gonna do,
dog or no dog. But Champ's pretty darned excited. You worked him up with that hot
pussy, and I think you owe it to him to get him off," Doug said.
"But how... I mean..."
Cindy watched as Doug moved behind her and split her asscheeks wide open with both
hands as if halving a loaf of bread.
"Up here, Champ. Up here. Cindy's gonna take care of you real nice. Get down there
and suck his prick. Go on, hold onto his rump and suck that doggie cock, Cindy.
That's what you wanna do anyway, right? You wanna have that meat in you. Then just
think, two cocks in you, cummin' at the same time. Get down there and suck."
Her mind revolted at the thought of sucking cock – a dog's cock to boot. But Doug
was too strong for her. He was holding her in position as if she weighed nothing,
keeping her ass down while he started rubbing his cockhead up against her cuntslit.
The girl groaned at the touch, knowing she would be powerless once he actually started
fucking her.
Champ barked happily, jumping onto the bed and licking Cindy's face. He seemed a
little confused when Doug reached around and positioned him so his ass faced the girl,
but he obeyed.
"Now, get your head under there and suck. I wanna see your mouth on his cock before
I start fucking you again."
It was like some dream, a fantasy, Cindy thought, bending her head down and pushing
between the Doberman's hindquarters.


Chapter 6

"Suck it, bitch! Come on, Cindy, suck that dog's cock while I fuck your cunt!"
Doug was getting worked up behind her, gripping her hipbones and riding high while
forcing her head down with the flat of his right hand.
The Doberman remained frozen on the bed, his body taut, his muscles tensed while the
young girl pushed her face under his hindquarters and felt her nose bump up against
the knobby boner. She looked at his cock, crossing her eyes and swallowing hard as she
thought about taking that prick between her lips and sucking. Doug was forcing her
down, his fingers jabbing hard between her shoulder blades, while his meat slipped into
her hot, sucking, dribbling cunthole. Cindy let out another sigh, wiggling her ass
invitingly from side to side as that wonderful prick scratched all the right spots.
"Uhhhhh, it's going deep again! Oh God, don't make me do this with him! Please, I..."
"Suck him, Cindy. Come on, I wanna see it – your damned mouth around his dick
while you're suckin' up mine with your cunt."
Again he shoved her down hard, this time pulling her hair for emphasis. She groaned,
jerking her head back, still keeping her eyes fixed on that long pointy thing sticking
straight out from the animal's hindquarters. Champ was growling softly, his body
shaking.
"Oh, God, God in heaven, help me!" she whispered softly, opening her mouth and
taking in the meat with one big gulp.
"That's it, baby, swing on that meat! Give my pooch some good head!"
Cindy felt the dog move the moment she touched his cock with her lower hp and
tongue. Champ barked, then stiffened, fighting against the natural move to turn around
and find out what was touching his sensitive cock. Cindy touched that pointy red prick
tip tentatively at first with the side of her tongue, rubbing back and forth, tasting
something very bleachy that oozed from the tip.
Doug moved his hand from her shoulder blades, spreading her asscheeks, kneading the
soft flesh with them while feeding her more and more of his prickmeat.
She nearly sneezed from the fur of the Doberman's underbelly caressing her cheeks and
nose. Sighing again, she opened her mouth a little more, turning her head to the right
and swallowing at least two inches of the Doberman's meat. She could hear him
whimpering, feel his body shaking against hers as she moved her lips back and forth.
"That's it, boy. Man, she's givin' head to my dog, and he's diggin' it! Christ, he's goin'
for it!" Doug said while digging his jagged thumbnails into her shitter.
Cindy felt him toying with her shit-chute, felt his thumbs digging into the smooth
bowel lining while he fucked with increasing speed into her hot cunthole. The
combination of being stimulated at both ends made her suck harder and faster at the
Doberman's prick. She slid her mouth all the way up, wriggling her tongue over the
bumps, compressing, then relaxing, then compressing her lips over the rubber-smooth
doggie-cock. There were times when she felt his furred balls rubbing up against her
forehead and eyes as she slipped her mouth all the way up. Cindy stretched both hands
forward a little, feeling Champ's forelegs with the tips of her fingers and caressing
them. She was taking all his cockmeat into her mouth while rubbing her tongue
sensuously along the sensitive underside. It wasn't bad, not bad at all. Perhaps it was
the fast fucking she was getting from behind that worked her up and made her forget
about how wild the thing she was doing was. The teen didn't know, didn't care.
She moaned around the dog's cock, vibrating her lips.
"Givin' him a hum job, eh, Cindy? That's it. Shit, he'd goin' nuts havin' you give him
that kinda good head," the stud grunted, arching back and shaking the sweat from his
forehead.
Cindy's head bobbed up and down, her long hair tangling around her throat as she
sucked long and hard at the Doberman's cock. Champ started to whimper, his body
shaking even more while he arched down and jerked his ass from side to side. Cindy
knew he was going to cum. She started to back away, but Doug pushed her back down.
"Man, you're gonna take it, feed on that cum, Cindy! I wanna hear you choke on it!"
he said, keeping one hand down around the back of her throat to make sure she
couldn't pull away at the last minute.
Doug was fucking his cockmeat into her clenching pussy, his grip around her hipbones
with one hand increasing while his strokes nearly pushed her completely under the
obedient Doberman. Cindy pushed back with her hands, sucking hard, bobbing her
head up and down so frequently she was growing dizzy with the move. Then there were
the spurts of cum, gouts of it spattering out suddenly and slicking down the back of her
throat. Champ was shooting.
Gouts of the hot, sticky jizz slid down her throat like warm slime, making Cindy gag.
The animal howled and shivered over her. And, all the while, Doug was fucking her,
slapping her, digging his fingernails into her hips until he howled nearly as loud as the
Doberman. She could feel it now, feel Doug's cum washing into her cunt, slicking
down her pussy walls. Cindy nearly bit down on the dog's prick in her excitement.
Her clit exploded with delight.
She was on fire, her cunt flaming while the big stud above her fucked her pussy with
his prick. Her cunt juice flowed faster and faster while her ass-ring went into spasms.
Doug was touching her there now as well, strumming his thumbs against her shitter
lips once more. The young teen gasped, blowing out the prick she had held in her
mouth.
Cindy felt her hips swivel uncontrollably while Doug slammed home and held his cock
deep inside her body. The girl could feel his prick spitting out its load, dumping so
much spunk in her cunt she thought she would drown. Cindy screamed. The horrifying
impact of her climax made her feel dizzy. She rutted there, prancing her ass around,
sobbing and choking on her own arousal.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.
Then it was over. Her first fuck with a human stud was over. Cindy felt herself falling
to the bed, pushing the Doberman from the mattress as she sprawled before Doug. He
was still kneading her asscheeks, pinching the soft, pink flesh between his fingers while
rubbing his palms up against her asscrack. He was in love with her ass. She could tell
that.
Smiling dreamily, Cindy let out a long, low moan. It was good, so very good to have
done something like this. She swallowed the last of the dog's jizz, wondering just what
she would do next. She had done so much lately, come so far, crossed over so many
lines. And what amazed her most was she really didn't care. Having thrown her
morality to the winds, Cindy didn't feel particularly evil or sluttish.
What some of the others at school would have said if they could have seen her. Of
course, she would have to be careful not to arouse her mother's suspicions. Cindy could
only guess what her mom would say if she were even to suspect what was happening!
"Great fuck, Cindy! You've got a nice tight little cunt there," Doug said, rubbing his
fingers over her ass. "Shit, I wanna get into that thing again. You're gonna be a regular
guest around this house, I think." Doug lowered himself on top of her and started dry
fucking her ass.
Cindy enjoyed the weight of this boy on top of her. She loved the feel of his half-rigid
prick pressing up between her asscheeks as if he were going to fuck her in the ass. But,
she wondered, what did he think of her doing something like that with the dog? While
aroused, he was turned on, telling her to suck prick. But now, after having cum, did he
have any reservations about her? She had to know.
"Doug... about the dog. I mean, I don't have to do it all the time," she said hesitantly.
God, that sounded stupid. She wasn't some kind of addict who had to run out and get
fucked by animals every hour of the day.
"I mean, what happened here was kind of an accident. And, I just want to know how
you feel about me," she said. "I mean, I guess you don't think very much of me now."
Cindy felt a little sick.
"Are you kidding? I've gotta have you all the time now. I haven't had a pussy like that
ever since I've been fucking, and believe me, Cindy, that's been a long time. I don't
have to have you makin' it with the pooch," he said, stroking her upper arms dreamily
while hunching his cock in the sweaty split between her asscheeks. "But I sure wouldn't
mind seeing a performance something like that again. Shit, that kinda thing turns me
on!"
"Really?"
"Really!" Doug laughed, pushing his hands around her chest and fingering her nipples.
Cindy liked that. She liked everything about him. Oh, she was going to have such a
good time here in the afternoons. It would be worth cutting all those study halls and
taking those darned detentions if they could fuck like this. She giggled, wondering what
her friend Sharon would say.
"Fuck me again," Cindy whispered, feeling her cheeks redden at the request.
"You're a hungry little thing, aren't you? You can't wait for me to stick my cock in your
cunt. You're gonna have to wait a little bit longer, baby. Takes a guy time to work
himself up again," Doug said, still moving his hips sensuously over her asscheeks.
There's always Champ, Cindy thought, wishing she had the courage to make that
statement. Perhaps later, when she knew Doug better, she could say something like
that. Right now she would wait, wait and fantasize, wait until that cunt-splitting prick
was hard and thick and ready to squeeze into her little pussy once more. What an
afternoon this was turning out to be!
Back at home, Laura was going frantic. She had just returned from shopping when she
received a call from Cindy's principal. The school's new policy was to notify the parents
if their children were tardy or missing from class. Cindy had been seen going off with a
boy across the school grounds, and still wasn't back in school.
Laura hung up the phone, feeling herself reeling against the wall. She had been firm
with Cindy, instructing her on how to behave. But Cindy had been growing up too fast,
looking on with those terribly bored eyes whenever lectured on morality. It was a loose
world, Laura thought, and she had done all she could to give her daughter the tools to
deal with it.
Apparently, Laura thought, she had failed somewhere along the line. She could picture
Cindy now, fucking this strange boy.
No, she wouldn't think of it. That train of thought led to jealousy, something she was
feeling right now along with the anger and fear.
Laura groaned. She wished she could slam the door behind her, get in the car and drive
to a singles bar. That would show her daughter. Yes, that would certainly teach the little
slut. She could just imagine the look on Cindy's face if she came reeling in, drunk to
the ceiling, arm-in-arm with some stud she had picked up from the bar. Maybe they
would start making love right in front of her daughter. She could already feel her
fantasy lover's hot hands feeling her ass, her tits while hitching up her skirt right there.
Her cunt would be so hot, so tight, so wet, so willing. Even thinking about it now made
Laura feel aroused.
"No!" she snapped.
She had to get herself under control. She was becoming hysterical. Laura was sure there
was a perfectly logical explanation for Cindy's disappearance. Perhaps she was over at
the boy's house studying. Or they had decided to cut school to see a movie. Something
innocent, something that didn't involve her daughter fucking her brains out!
Laura stumbled away from the phone, pushing her hair from her eyes and fighting back
the tears. She could get in her car and drive around the school, searching for her
daughter until she found her.
All sorts of possibilities flashed through her head as she sat on the couch, feeling sick to
heart over the affair. It was only when Pal pushed his nose up against her right leg that
she knew what she had to do. To hell with Cindy! To hell with everything she had done
to keep her daughter in line. If Cindy wanted to fuck around school, Laura felt there
was little she could do. Cindy was coming of age. If she wanted to play the slut, she
could.
Laura felt bitter and disappointed, cheated of a more full life. There was now only her
and Pal, her German shepherd. Perhaps he was a poor substitute for a human lover.
But he was the only one available now, and Laura was determined she was going to use
him.
"Come on, boy, come on. You and I are going to have ourselves a little fun. I'm not
going to let this thing get me down," she said, giving the phone a hateful look before
climbing the stairs to her room.
Laura reached her room, letting Pal scamper in and jump onto her bed. He stood there
possessively, one paw on the pillow, the others sinking into the soft coverlet. He was
waiting for her, waiting with his maw opened, that tongue hanging from the right side,
his ears pricked up while his fur bristled around his neck with excitement.
Looking between his hindquarters, Laura could see his cock starting to become hard,
slipping from its sheath. Yes, he knew what to expect from her. All she had to do was
look at him in a special way and the animal was ready to fuck, jumping onto her bed,
panting heavily while eyeing her impatiently.
Laura slipped off her blouse and skinned down her modest black skirt. After stepping
from her loafers, Laura strolled across the room, purposely rolling her thighs, displaying
herself like a whore on review for the animal. She placed her hands on her hips,
tightening her ass, spreading her legs sexily as she viewed herself in the full-length door
mirror. She was attractive, even sexy. Her tummy was still taut, her tits firm, her legs
long and unblemished, her nipples red and hard and ready for action. It was a shame,
she thought, that only a dog was going to take advantage of her. But, glancing down at
the crotch panel of her panties, she could see that dark stain that indicated the high
degree of arousal she felt. Rolling her thighs a little, tensing her asscheeks, Laura could
feel the silky rub of her pussylips against one another. "Pal," she breathed.
He barked impatiently, leaping from the bed and rushing up to her. He rubbed his
furry coat against the backs of her legs.
Laura closed her eyes, feeling shudders racing through her body. The touch was very
good against her flesh. Reaching back, the woman unhooked her bra, feeling the
delicious sensation of her tits falling free of the cups and resting high on her chest. She
was panting without shame while the dog continued whimpering around her ankles,
licking her toes, then moving his tongue up her inner thighs, until he was nearly
touching her panties. This time there was no fear, no wondering where it would all end.
Laura knew exactly what would happen, and could hardly wait.
Pushing her fingers under her panties, she shoved them down. She stepped from the
panties and spread her legs a little farther apart.
Pal sniffed at the discarded panties, his ears pricking up, his tail wagging excitedly. Pal
came back to her. He started licking her as she stood there in front of the mirror, his
tongue reaching higher and higher, until the tip caught her pussy. Laura watched as her
expression changed in the mirror. Yes, she was in heat, driven there by her daughter's
disobedience and her own horny desires. When the feverish tingle in her belly became
too much, Laura turned and walked to the bed, throwing back the coverlet and
climbing in.
"Make me forget, Pal, make me forget," she whispered, opening herself to the dog. He
jumped onto the bed.


Chapter 7

Laura made a tiny whimpering noise through her nostrils. She kicked one leg high in
the air to let the dog touch her pussy more easily. She loved this, loved wallowing
against the pillow while lying there stretched and open on the bed for the dog. The soft
pillow folded around her head as she shifted her thighs from side to side, feeling more
juice soak down her cuntal thicket.
Pal liked the juice a lot. He always had. He was dipping his tongue into her pussy as if
she were his private dinner bowl, sloshing his tongue around while he braced his paws
against her thighs. It was happening again, and Laura was glad. She could feel that long
hot-sweep of his tongue across the underside of her cuntal mound now, a sweep that
made her arch her spine and give more of her pussy to the dog. She wanted this long
foreplay, this sense of his tongue dipping down into her before shes let him fuck her.
Oh, she would let him fuck her, allright, just as her daughter was surely kicking up her
legs and letting that strange boy fuck her. She would show Cindy she still had some life
in her. In fact, Laura almost wished her daughter would come home now, open the
door and see her mother stretched out like this with the shepherd between her thighs.
That would certainly show the slut that Laura wasn't ready for the farm yet!
"Uhhhh, oh, Pal, Pal, that's so good... so good when you put your tongue like that!"
The sloppy pink tongue went deep into her pussy, as if a soft cock. Clenching her eyes
tight, Laura threw her hips around, digging her heels into the mattress while clawing
her fingertips along the coverlet. Fucked – that was what it took to feel like a woman,
no matter what kind of prick. Laura groaned, a new flood of fuck juice coating her
cuntlips. Looking up now, Laura saw Pal's red prick slip completely from its furry
sheath. His cock was dangling slickly under his belly, bobbing while he worked his
maw around in her cunt.
Laura groaned happily, jerking her head from side to side as a particularly powerful
spasms knifed her clit. Her ready lover. Her always-present lover, ready to fuck her at
the drop of a bone!
Laura laughed, pushing her fingers through the dog's fur while she rutted there in front
of him. He wouldn't leave her. He would always be there, ready to lick her pussy, ready
to fuck her like the bitch in heat she was. Laura drew her legs up, pressing the insides
of her knees against the shepherd's sides.
Pal like that. He enjoyed having her rub up against him that way. Beneath their bodies
the springs groaned while the two of them worked up toward fucking.
"Pal, oh God, soon. You've gotta do it soon, doggie! I wanna cock, wanna cock real
bad," Laura muttered, licking her dry lips.
Pal wriggled his snout against the mouth of her cunt now, lapping up, touching her clit
continually. He knew what that slick little lump of flesh did to her. He was licking her
cut, watching as her belly muscles knotted up in tension and her legs drummed against
the bed.
Laura jerked up, keeping her ass dangling tremblingly in the air for a moment before
snapping down and pressing into the bed. All the while, there was that near-fucking
sensation, the feeling that he was going to fuck her with his tongue until she came.
"Pal, oh Pal, good doggie... gooooood!"
Laura was panting. Perspiration burned into her eyes and nose as she struggled with
herself and the big dog on top of her. He was growling now, the sounds smothered by
her pussy while he rimmed the rubbery edges of her cunt.
Laura cried out, feeling her muscles snap and convulse deep inside. They were going to
be fucking. Again she thought of her young daughter, of Cindy rutting in front of some
young man, bobbing her ass around, letting some guy take care of her.
"Ohhhh, do it to me, Pal. Come on, boy, do it to me!" she cried, lifting her legs, letting
her knees fall farther apart.
The dog yipped happily, seeing what his mistress was doing. His tongue lapped into her
cunt.
She could hardly breathe, tossing and writhing on the bed, hugging the dog hard. She
was only moments away from letting him put his cock in her and finally make her
happy!
Laura thought she would surely have a heart attack! Pal was sticking his snout into her
cunt-hole, fucking her with it, pushing his tongue into her at the same time. She was
squirming and crying out now, curling her fingers and pressing them into her sweaty
palms until the nails creased the flesh. Her tender, glistening cunt-flesh stretched
tantalizingly around the dog's fucking maw. How she had waited for this, had prayed
for this! Laura felt her cunt become very feverish, swollen. She was moving her ass
around in circles as the dog brought her closer and closer to the final rush of
excitement.
She would stop now. Laura didn't want to cum this way, not on the animal's mouth
when there was so much more she wanted to do. His tongue felt good lapping over her
cunt, slicking down the curls until they were straight with doggie spit, but there was
something else she wanted with the animal, what she had come up here for in the first
place.
"No, Pal, not this way," she crooned, smoothing her hands over his head.
She curled her fingers in the fur of his neck holding him back, feeling her cunt
throbbing, moments away from climax. Laura did all she could to keep climax from
overwhelming her mind. Pal was shivering, pushing against her, his eyes focused on
that hot, pulsing cunt glistening with his spit and her fuck juices. Laura could see he
wanted to get back to licking her. Perhaps he had forgotten about the more intense
pleasure she was about to offer him.
Laura moved to her hands and knees, her head dipping down, her tits dangling until
her nipples barely touched the bed. How she appreciated this position now, a doggie
fuck position. Her thighs burned as if someone were pressing lit matches against her
flesh. The more she spread her knees apart, the more tantalizing the pressure against
her cuntlips.
Peering down and between her thighs, the woman could see Pal behind her, sniffing at
her cunt, licking the backs of her thighs while his prick shivered and jerked up against
his furred underbelly. Laura groaned, unable to contain herself any longer. She knew
she would cum real fast once the animal stuck his meat into her. There would be little
time for thinking about her climax. She only hoped the animal was hot enough to shoot
when she was.
"Come on, boy, come on and do it for me! Come on and fuck me!"
He scratched her ass, sniffing at her pussy before climbing onto her excitedly and
jabbing his prick into her cunt.
Laura cried out, her head snapping up while her tits jiggled. Bowing out her elbows, the
woman drank in the delicious sensation of his cock slipping into her. She clawed her
fingernails against the sheets, growling nearly as loud as Pal as she felt her cunt
clutching at his fucking cock.
"Oooooo, Pal, come on, do it, fuck me, fuck me hard, boy!" Her words were a hoarse
growl as she jerked and bobbed her ass around more frantically.
Only now did Laura realized just how hot she was. She was rutting heavily, her fuck
juices flowing like lava while her body shivered and shook with the lust roaring through
her veins.
Pal whimpered on top of her, holding on for dear life while fucking her as best he
could. It was, then, with frustration that Laura felt the animal's knobby prick slipping
from her pussy. She ground her teeth against one another, closing her eyes and
whimpering while Pal tried to slip his cock back into her.
"Please, oh please, Pal, don't do this to me! Oh God, please fuck me! Don't leave it out
too long. Oh God, doggie, don't, don't..."
She had to have that prick back in her. His cock was as important as the breath in her
lungs, it seemed. She crouched, forehead pressed against the headboard, legs spread
widely. Pal was jabbing blindly, his neck resting against the back of her head, his
tongue lapping frantically against her ear. The woman gasped, trying to help.
"Owwwwww!" she screamed suddenly.
Damned, stupid dog! Laura nearly fainted from the pain, the sudden sharp intrusion
into her asshole. He was fucking her ass! He had actually fucked that cockmeat into her
shitter, driving his prick past her asshole, into her bowels.
Laura opened her mouth, letting a gasp of air rush over her teeth. Again she screamed
in pain, her head jerking back while her arm muscles knotted in agony. No one had
fucked her back there. And now the pooch was doing it to her, slipping his cock into
her shitter and fucking all the way into her body!
"No, no, take it out! No, no!" Laura cried, reaching back with one hand and slapping
against the dog's powerful body.
But Pal held on, determined to fuck Laura now, no matter what hole he had to fuck.
Laura cried again, feeling the blunt cockhead pressing against her bowels. There was
still pain that radiated out to her asscheeks while the animal still pressed in. She could
hear him whining above her, could feel his body shaking with the effort of trying to
work his prick all the way in.
Laura screamed louder. The whole ring of her shitter was being driven into her guts.
She couldn't believe this was happening. Ass-fucked by a dog! He had become too
excited, too frustrated by the way she had been twisting and writhing around. And now
nothing could get him off her!
"Oh, Pal, no, no, no!"
Laura felt tears falling down her flushed cheeks, tears of pain and shame.
Pal didn't care. He only wanted to get off, and one fuckhole was as good as another.
Laura dropped her head, breathing heavily through her mouth as the animal fucked
into her ass like a huge lump of turd. The muscles of her asshole felt as if they were
going to tear from the increased pressure. Laura felt her muscles cramp while her belly
knotted up and turned over. What was interesting, she thought through the red fog of
pain, was that her cunt was still hot, still throbbing, still wanting to feel the dog's cock
even through this pain. How she ached to feel the pressure ravaging her cunt!
And still Pal refused to pull out, holding more tightly than ever onto her chest,
tightening his forelegs, nestling his chin against her shoulder blades while flattening his
belly against her spine. She could feel the steady swish of his tail against her feet, an
indication he was perfectly satisfied with the way things were going.
"I... I can't do this... can't... oh God, no, no, don't let it happen!" she whimpered,
shaking the loose hair from her eyes.
Laura felt him slide all the way in her now. She moved her ass sensuously, hoping now
to bring the animal off soon so the agony in her shitter would end. That pressure was
splitting her wide open, tearing her in two like a piece of tissue paper. When he started
drawing out, raising his head up and snapping at the air because the pressure in her
shitter was far greater than anything he had experienced in her cunt, Laura felt her legs
and arms spasming. She fell down on the bed, collapsing completely. But Pal followed
her, still holding on, growling and snapping and forcing her back into her crouching
position in spite of the pain she felt.
Laura squeaked as she felt Pal fuck his cock back into her. It seemed, she thought, her
shitter was getting far looser, more relaxed as he fucked her with a steady rhythm. His
doggie hips were working back and forth, sending hot, shivery thrills racing through
her asshole and up into her cunt. Laura closed her eyes, thinking of that thick bar of
dog cock in her ass.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Pal was fucking faster now, more confident of his position. He was growling and
grunting with each forward thrust, his forelegs gripping her now with a possessive
pressure. He was rounding into the final stretch of his fucking.
Laura cried out again, wishing she could have something in her cunt that would make
her cum hard and fast.
"Ohhh, come – ohhhhhh – come on, boy, come on, do it, do it, do it to me!"
Laura grunted with the effort of keeping up with his fucking strokes. The stretched ring
of her shitter seemed to cry out. The woman panted, her mind going blank. She knew
she was being fucked and fucked hard and fast by that beast in her ass. She didn't care
any longer what was happening.
Something linked the stuffed, stinging sensation in her ass with her clit. Both were
connected now, both throbbing and pulsing and milking in time to the ass-ripping
prick. She could feel her cunt clenching now, feel the nerve endings sputtering as if Pal
were fucking her in the cunt. The rigid bar of cock in her ass slowed a bit now, and
then, with a savage forward thrust, the dog fucked in hard.
"Uhhhhh!" Laura cried out, jerking her head from side to side like a fucked mare.
She wanted it all to happen at once – the joy in her tits, the juicy sliding of her
cuntlips, the circling thrusts of that meat in her ass. Everything had to happen now,
had to make her pussy clench and cum.
The dog was grunting above her. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering
strokes while the dog rammed his meat into her ass. Pal let out a howl, his body
shivering mightily against hers.
She knew what was happening. She knew he was cumming, sending his jizz into her
asshole while holding tightly onto her. The thick, shooting mass of the dog's jizz
burned the lining of her asstube like ignited gasoline.
Laura felt her cunt snap shut on nothing, her asshole wringing at his prick. She
convulsed, her body pitching and nearly falling to the side as powerful spasms shook
her. Fucking in the ass, and by a German shepherd! Fucked that way, and she was
cumming hard! The woman felt the jolts of sex heat searing through her clit, then
radiating out to all points of her body. She had never cum this hard, she thought,
clinging to a shred of reality while bucking and jerking against the growling animal.
"Pal, ohhhhh, doggie!" no It was more than she could have possibly ever hoped for.
Even when the dog's prick stopped fucking her, the woman struggled against him,
feeling her mind centering on her cunt and shitter. Every motion of the animal's prick
heightened the wrenching, struggling feeling in her thighs until she felt him pulling
out.
"No, no, no!"
Laura wanted that cock to stay in her ass until the whole incredible process of her
unnatural climax was over. The outsliding prick paused for a second, then slipped out
farther. The woman wept. It was disrupting the smashing rhythm of her climax,
making her cum uneven. It was sending far too many signals up to her brain,
overloading everything, making her feel as if she would surely lose her mind.
"Please, Pal, please, don't do this to me!" she begged, clenching her teeth as she felt
more of the slick cock slip from her cunt.
Juice and cum dribbled down the backs of her white, shivering thighs, making her feel
as if she were shitting.
The pointy tip of his cock slipped out. Laura ground her teeth harder, cursing the dog.
Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her wet, throbbing cunt. The woman jerked
and twitched as the animal climbed off, pounding her body against the bed.
Slowly, slowly she straightened her arms, her toes brushing against the front edge of the
bed. Her body fell against the mattress as she thought about the emptiness she felt in
her cunt and asshole. Oh, that had been wild, absolutely mind-shattering. Never would
she have thought this could happen to her – to anyone, for that matter.
Slowly she calmed, her breathing returned to normal, her fingers tracing over her eyes,
wiping the perspiration still trickling down from her forehead. Pal had carried out his
promise, had fucked her, although not where she had wanted him to. Still, it was better
than nothing, and the climax she had experienced was far better than anything she had
endured so far.
"Pal, good dog, good doggie," she crooned.
Laura knew she would have to be careful the next time. She would watch the angle of
her ass, not lose control so quickly until the animal was firmly planted in her.
"Oh, what am I doing?"
She jerked into a sitting position, covering her face with her hands. She was thinking
along the lines of keeping the animal and doing this all the time. What was wrong with
her? Why couldn't she make it with a man? What was her fear? If her daughter could
tramp about town, why couldn't she? What was she afraid of?
Laura pushed Pal away, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She
felt the warm trickle of juice down her thighs while the cooling cum dribbled down
from her shitter. She was a woman. She was human. The dog was fine for spice between
regular sex. But to do it all the time... to keep the animal around solely for the purpose
of fucking him and nothing else was too much for the woman to think of.
She rushed from the room, feeling the cool air of the hall against her naked body. Pal
was behind her barking. She didn't care. Running into the bathroom, Laura slammed
the door behind her, leaning heavily against it. She cried freely then, sobbing into her
hands, shaking her head and feeling the world come apart all around her.
"I can't keep this up, I just can't," she cried, wondering when, if ever, it would end.


Chapter 8

Cindy had to do it. She had felt so darned good, so fulfilled; she had to tell somebody
about what had happened, even if it meant risking disapproval from others. It was
Sharon she confided this to. Her mother had gone out to the shopping mall, leaving the
two girls alone at home, with a wading pool in the back yard. It was Saturday, two days
after her spree with Doug. They rested in the sun.
"So, what did you do then?" Sharon asked, smoothing suntan oil around her knees.
Cindy watched her friend and saw the interest rising in her like lava in a volcano.
"Well, we went to his place," Cindy said, narrowing her eyes while she dipped her toes
into the wading pond. She was trying hard to pretend to be sophisticated, giving off –
she hoped – an air of nonchalance.
The girl could feel the warmth of the sun against her crotch panel, the heat getting her
going again. This time there was no Doug, no Champ to take care of her. In the
backyard, she caught sight of Pal jumping around, trying to catch several swallows that
swooped playfully down at him from the surrounding eucalyptus trees.
"And?"
Sharon was frowning impatiently, screwing the cap back on the tanning cream and
letting it fall to the ground. Her hair fanned delicately around her narrow shoulders as
she leaned forward, locking her fingers around her knees.
"And, he took me up to his room and... and we... we did it."
"You mean you fucked?"
Cindy sucked in a breath, feeling her heart skip a beat when she heard Sharon
pronounce that word. It held so many connotations for her, connotations that made her
clit stand up and tingle.
"Uh-huh," Cindy answered, wriggling her toes in the cool water and imagining herself
and Doug on his bed – she crouched over, he slumped onto her, his prick fucking in
and out like a piston while she bent down and sucked on the Doberman's cock. Could
she go through with it and tell her friend?
She stole a look at Sharon who seemed not at all bothered by the confession. In fact,
the girl looked a little bored, as if she had half-expected Cindy to come out with that
statement sooner. Cindy was piqued at her friend's indifference.
"So, lots of kids do it at school. I'm glad it was Doug for you, though. He's kinda
dreamy. I wouldn't half mind if he'd pay me some attention," Sharon said, smiling as
she stared back at her friend.
"There's more. There was somebody else in the room I was fooling with," Cindy began,
tilting her chin up and shaking the loose hair from her eyes. She could see Sharon's
eyebrows arching and real interest sparkling now.
"Ohhh! You mean some other guy? Three of you?" Sharon asked, leaning forward
while hitching up the top of her bikini.
"Not quite," Cindy said, feeling less sure of herself. She hesitated for a second, then
decided to get it over with in one long run-on confession. "Doug's got this dog – a
Doberman, see? And he got into the room while we were fucking and... and when
Doug left for a minute he came onto me and... and I liked it and let him lick me and...
and Doug came in and went wild and turned me around and fucked me doggie style
while... while I sucked off the Doberman."
Cindy heard the words and realized it sounded like some kind of obscene fantasy, a lie
she was making up just to shock her friend. Looking up, she could see a horror-filled
smile on Sharon's face.
"Really. I'm not kidding. In fact," Cindy said to prove her point, "I wasn't a virgin
when Doug fucked me. Pal over there." She indicated the German shepherd with a nod.
"He was the first. He fucked me earlier. I let him. I liked it, Sharon, and I'll probably
do it again. Doug thinks it's groovy watching me do stuff with the dog. And so do I."
Cindy felt her nipples tingling against the silky patches that passed for the top of a
bathing suit.
"You're really telling the truth, aren't you?" Sharon said softly after some time of
silence.
"Yeah. And it's great," Cindy said with a knowing smirk, lifting her legs from the cool
water and dabbing them dry with a nearby towel.
"You know," Sharon said after more silence, "I've thought about... you know, doing it
that way – I mean, with dogs. My dad's got this golden-haired retriever and he keeps
nosing me, the way dogs do. I wouldn't've thought much about it. Then my mother
came back with some guys from Tijuana and I heard them talking about some woman
who got onstage and did things with animals. My mom heard them and got all upset. I
thought it was freaky too, for a while... but then I started thinking about Lightning –
that's his name, and I..."
Cindy pushed her fingers through her hair, drawing her knees together and staring over
her friend's shoulder. Pal was standing by the double French doors that led to the living
room as if he were waiting for something, some sign, some word from her to come or
leave.
"Well, why don't we do something right now?" Cindy said. "My mom's not gonna be
home for a while. She's at that dumb mall, and will be gone for at least an hour. That's
plenty of time to do some stuff with Pal. Come on." Cindy threw a towel around her
neck and got up. "I'll show you. It's real easy and fun."
Cindy felt good about doing this, about being the teacher now to her so-called fast
friend. Sharon talked a lot about doing things, but when it came down to brass tacks,
Cindy guessed she was miles ahead of her friend.
Sharon looked around as if she were some criminal, then gathered up her tanning
things and followed Cindy into the house.
Pal was jumping around excitedly, guessing something big was in store for him.
"We'll use my room. I can hear my mom's car come in from there, though I don't think
she'll be home for a while."
The two girls crept up the stairs, Sharon pausing every now and then and looking back
at Pal. He was behind her, blocking her escape.
Before Sharon knew it, they were in Cindy's bedroom, the door shut and locked, Pal
prancing around, nosing both girls, breathing excitedly through his black nostrils.
Cindy slipped her thumbs under her bikini bottoms, pushing them to her knees. Pal
came up behind her, shoving his snout up between her asscheeks while drawing a
smooth long lick across her ass.
Cindy laughed, shivering, her flesh breaking out into goosepimples as she stepped
completely from her bikini and tossed the bottoms over a chair. Next came her top,
easy enough to remove while the dog pranced around her, licking her ankles, her feet,
her knees.
Sharon watched, hugging her body protectively, eyeing the big animal and wondering if
she should leave or stay.
"Come on!" Cindy encouraged.
Sharon sighed, slipping her bikini off and tossing the suit over a chair. Pal was
watching, still unsure of what to do with this new girl. Sharon sat on the bed.
"Go on, Pal, come on, she's a friend," Cindy whispered, crouching down and rubbing
her fingers briskly over his furred head. "Go and show her what a bad boy you can be."
Pal seemed to understand, twisting his head around and licking appreciatively around
Cindy's throat before jumping onto the bed and positioning himself between Sharon's
spread thighs.
Sharon screamed, jerking back, scooting her ass away while covering her tits
protectively. She looked at Cindy, her eyes filled with fear and doubt. All that changed,
however, the second Pal began licking her thighs. Sharon dug her fingernails into her
own thighs, watching as the dog's tongue lapped higher and higher.
"Oh, he's so good, so... it is good feeling him, Cindy!" Sharon admitted.
"See? I told you!" Cindy climbed into bed next to her friend and edged closer. "Now
just wait till he really gets going. Gosh, I hope he doesn't forget about me."
The animal was drawing his tongue up, teasing Sharon, bringing the girl back down
onto the bed with the way he was tonguing her. She wallowed against the mattress,
rubbing the backs of her naked legs over the cover while the dog kept on lapping over
her inner thighs.
Sharon drew her fingernails over her own belly, pinching her nipples, squeezing them
until she squealed. She pushed her knees farther apart. She liked that stretching
sensation, the feeling that she was opening herself to the big dog.
Pal growled happily, drawing his tongue up, up until he was finally touching her cunt.
The dog's tongue sanded over those curly hairs, wetting them until they all pointed up
toward Sharon's heaving belly. The girl's breathing became irregular, her legs and arms
trembling the moment the shepherd's tongue touched her cunt. She tightened her ass
muscles, throwing up her hips while bracing her body with her shoulders and heels.
Closing her eyes, the teen shook, jerking up her arms and throwing them around the
dog's neck.
"Oh, oh, that's so good, so good it hurts!" Sharon wailed.
Pal whimpered and whined, glad of the girl's reaction. He lapped deep into her cunt
now, pushing both paws against her inner thighs and forcing them apart while sticking
that pointy black snout into her pussy. Sharon let out another sharp cry, her legs
kicking out while she humped and fucked into the dog's maw. Her ass pranced back
and forth while strands of her curly blonde hair clung to her cheeks.
"God, it's so itchy down there in my cunt. And he's doing it, Cindy, he's making me...
ohhhhhh, making me feel that way."
"Isn't he too much? Wait. He gets better!" Cindy promised.
"Oh, I'm gonna die if he gets any better," Sharon cried, her face all pinched and red.
Cindy agreed, knowing just what her best friend was wailing about. She had felt that
itchiness too when Pal had licked her toward a cum. She started moving her hips the
way Sharon was doing, moving her fingers down to her pussy, stroking her clit, feeling
the juice oozing from her slit and wetting her moving palms.
For a second, Cindy felt sorry she had confessed to Sharon, had dragged her up here for
Pal. Now this was the only way she could ensure Sharon's silence. Sharon had to
experience the dog before she really understood. Cindy sighed. That was the price she
would have to pay for loyalty and silence.
"Uhhhhh, oh God, God, he's making me feel so goooooood!" Sharon cried.
Sharon's knees snapped against the dog's sides, her legs jerking up and down as she
flattened her feet against the mattress. Sharon was still holding the dog's head against
her pussy, moving back and forth, fucking herself with his maw as if he were a dildo.
The cords stood out in her neck as she threw her head back and buried it in the pillow
behind her. Sharon was licking her lips a lot and panting nearly as heavily as the dog.
"Oh wow... wow, I... I don't know about this, Cindy. I mean, wow, I think I'm gonna
cum soon! He's doing it too much to... uhhhh... too much to me right now," Sharon
gasped.
Cindy frowned. She had hoped her friend would let the dog fuck her. But from the
convulsive way Sharon was moving, Cindy guessed her friend was too far gone.
Sharon's legs bent at the knee a little more, then flopped loosely down again. She was
digging at the mattress with her heels, tossing her shoulders back and forth while she
babbled meaningless phrases to the dog.
Sharon was going wild, jerking her body around as if she were frying on a grill. Cindy
watched, feeling her own cunt become warm and buzzy. If Cindy kept touching herself
while watching the dog lick Sharon, she would cum. Oh yes, she would cum and cum
hard!
Reluctantly the girl pulled her hand away, watching as Sharon rolled her hips and
ballooned her tummy. She had one hand on her right tit, squeezing the nipple hard as
she opened her mouth and let out a series of gasping cries.
Cindy knew what was happening. She moaned along with her friend, pressing her palm
against the damp, swollen meat of her pussy while Pal stuck his tongue between those
tightened cuntlips. Cindy reddened as Sharon pumped her full-fleshed ass up and
down, in a fucking motion directed at Pal. The dog whimpered, putting both paws over
her thighs as if to keep her down while he licked down deep into her pussy. It was so
strange and wonderful watching her friend's cunt getting pierced that way by the big
animal. She was twisting her thighs around, jerking her rump up.
Sharon's face reddened even more while she cried as if the dog were hurting her. But
Cindy knew better. She knew it wasn't a pain she was experiencing. The thought of
that pleasure so intense to make her friend jerk and groan like that made Cindy's
shoulders shake with lust.
She was going to do it with the dog no matter what. She was going to make it with Pal,
embrace him and fuck his mind out with her cunt while her friend watched. Yes, it
would be Sharon's turn now, her girlfriend's chore to watch her go all the way with the
pooch. Cindy would show her how it was done. She would be the sophisticate now, the
girl who "knew everything."
"Ohhhhh, Pal, oh Cindy, Cindy, it was so good, so very good!" she crooned, her eyes
rolling up in her head as she petted the animal with her feet.
Pal was whimpering with disappointment. Apparently he too had other things in mind.
Cindy could see that long, thick red cock wagging out from the bottom of his belly,
sticking straight out at her like a finger telling her to come closer. She would obey.
"Come here, Pal, come on here and have some fun," Cindy whispered.
Sharon was calming now, moving her body like a snake, rubbing her tits with both
hands while she moaned happily. She still had her eyes closed. That wouldn't do. For
this Cindy wanted an audience. It would be fun and freaky doing something like this in
front of Sharon. Then, maybe later, she would let her friend have a try at the German
shepherd – but only after she had been satisfied.
"Pal, here," Cindy whispered again, smoothing her fingers over her thighs.
The dog had no further need of encouragement. Leaping over Sharon, he moved
directly between Cindy's spread legs, sniffing at the tufts of blonde cunthairs before
nuzzling her pussy and licking down into her pussy. It was just what the teen had been
hoping for. Shuddering at the hot wet touch of that tongue, Cindy scooted down on the
bed, spreading her legs, touching her friend with one ankle as she gave the animal more
licking room.
"Good, good, it's so good when you lick me like that, Pal. Oh Sharon, he's so good,
better than a guy, I think, when he does that," Cindy confessed, licking her lips and
sucking in a deep breath.
"I don't know. I've been fucked before by one or two guys who did this kinda thing.
Maybe you're right," Sharon agreed dreamily.
"Good dog, good..."
Cindy gasped happily, parting her thighs and hunching up against the animal, the
tendons ridging her flesh while her feet beat over the bed. She could feel it, feel the
juices from her cunt and the spit from his maw dribbling down into her asscrack again.
Oh, there could be no feeling that lovely in the whole wide world! She let out a happy
gasp, rubbing the dog's head briskly with her hands, loving the feel of his warm fur
against her flesh. The dog lurched forward again and started eating her pussy with a
wild appetite. It was as if he hadn't had any cuntmeat to dine on for days! Maybe there
was something about her pussy that was different – a smell, a taste that turned him on.
Cindy liked to think that. She wanted to think that even with a dog she was special,
something that turned him on and made a domestic animal as wild as a coyote.
"Uhhhh, Pal, oh yes, yes, that's it, lick me there! Oh wow, he knows just where to
touch me!" Cindy cried, her eyes clenched tight as she fucked up with her rolling hips
for all she was worth.
"Yeah, I know. He sure found out the right places in me," Sharon agreed breathlessly,
rubbing her fingers around her cunt as she watched her friend roll up against the
lapping tongue of Pal.
Cindy felt his tongue moving, moving up and down through her hot wet slit, forcing
the inner cuntlips apart and stretching them so deliciously. She liked that teasing,
tickling feel of her cuntlips being pushed aside by something that big and furry. She
had liked it when Doug had fucked her that way, and she loved it now with the dog
nosing into her, wanting more of her delicious hot fuckjuice. Cindy felt him licking at
her more slowly now, taking in the full feel of her silken pink cunt against his tongue
while he nosed and sniffed at her hot hole. Cindy knew he was smelling and tasting
her, and she shivered at the thought.
"Oh wow, wow, wow!" Cindy yelled.
"Cindy, you're goin' nuts. He's gonna... he's gonna fuck you!" Sharon cried, noticing
the dog's long boney cock bouncing against his underbelly.
"I know. I can hardly wait!" Cindy cried, clawing at Pal's fur.


Chapter 9

There it was, that pain that was so good Cindy would have killed to have it all the time!
She was moaning loudly, writhing her shoulders on the bed while she petted Pal with
both feet. How she liked that feel of his fur tickling the spots between her toes. Doggie
spit was running down into her cunt, then trickling over her asscheeks that made her
spin higher and higher. Cindy kicked a leg out and up, a sign to the dog she was ready
to have his prick in her.
"Now, Pal, oh now, do it, do it to me, doggie, fuck me! Wanna cock, wanna cock!"
Cindy cried, snapping her head across the pillow.
Pal growled, letting his teeth nip along the puffed edges of her cunt. The feeling drove
the young teen out of her mind. She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling,
concentrating on going out of control. She ground her ass up for more. In the
background she could hear Sharon gasping with delight.
Humping her back, Cindy pressed her cuntal mound up harder for Pal to eat. His fangs
dug along the wet silken flesh. His neck hairs bristled with the excitement both of them
felt while he growled and tossed his head, lapping into the young, writhing teen. Cindy
cried out again, begging the dog to fuck her, working her ass back and forth, the white
flesh slick now with the animal's spit and her sweat.
"Pal, ummmm. Oh yes, yes, that's the way, boy, that's the way to make me feel good,"
Cindy groaned.
Flames of delight licked up her thighs, burning into her hot cunthole, making her clit
seem to curl. Her body was on fire with unspeakable joy as the animal kept on licking
into her. And when Pal opened his maw, closing his fangs on her pussy mound and
shaking, Cindy thought she would cum right then and there. She could feel his hot
panting breaths against her clit, feel the fangs pressing into her puffy, hot cuntflesh. She
jerked her ass off the bed, holding there, crying out through flared nostrils while
beating her fists against the mattress. He was doing it to her, making her cum! She had
to hold back, keep from climaxing right in his mouth until she had had him in her
cunt. She wanted that wonderful cock slipping into her hot, sucking pussyhole. Sharon
would have to see it. She still had another lesson for her friend before she and Pal were
through.
Pal leaped up higher now, licking Cindy's tummy, drawing his tongue around her tits,
sanding over her nipples. Cindy sighed with relief. She felt herself slipping down a
notch or two, glad that licking touch was gone from her cunt for a while. It felt good
having the animal lick her there, move his tongue over her throat, then lick her nipples
until they throbbed nearly as much as her clit. She groaned, holding the dog's head as
he licked down into her belly button.
And then he went back to her cunt. His tongue slipped into her body to lick more of
her juice. He licked around the convulsing ring of muscles. She felt them tighten
around his tongue each time he stuck his tongue deep. It was very, very close to the
feeling of being fucked. Cindy knew she had to be careful or she would cum.
"No, boy, no... that's not what I want," Cindy panted, pushing the animal away.
Cindy moved to her hands and knees, wagging her ass as if it were a tail while she
pressed her forehead against the headboard. Sharon was fucking herself with both
fingers, twisting them around and around, making sounds as if she were the one about
to be fucked. Pal licked his paws, eyed Sharon, then moved up to Cindy's ass and gave
a few friendly licks across her asscheeks. Cindy let out another shivery moan, dropping
her head while still angling her ass up and wagging it from left to right. It was all the
encouragement the animal needed.
"What are you... oh wow, Cindy wow!" Sharon gasped.
Cindy could feel that wonderful touch of his paws against her upturned asscheeks. He
was scratching her, finding a proper paw-hold before mounting the teen. In a moment
she felt the dog's forelegs stretching over her back while his belly rubbed over her. He
was on her, holding tight around her chest, moving up until his hindlegs brushed
against the backs of her knees. The dog shoved his prick in.
"Oh Pal, Pal, that's it! Oh yes, fuck me this way! Oh, oh, I like it this way!" Cindy
cried.
The dog nestled against her body, holding on tight while working his doggie hips
around.
"Is he in?" Sharon asked, wide-eyed.
"Oh yes, yes, and it's wonderful! Oh God, it's so wonderful having him fucking me!
Come on, Pal, come on, do it, do it to me!"
Sharon edged closer, watching with open mouth as her friend took on the big dog.
Cindy's body glistened with a sheen of sweat while her tits jiggled back and forth,
slapping against one another. Paul was fucking hard and fast.
Both girls could hear the regular squishing sounds of dog prickmeat entering her cunt,
like the sounds a stick makes when pulled out of mud.
Cindy held her ground, curling her fingers into the mattress and fucking back, grunting
through her clenched teeth. That marvelous fucking dog was doing this to her! Her
mind spun as she felt those slick bumps tickling her pussy to a cum.
How her cunt throbbed. The flesh around her clit seemed to glow like a burning jewel
while more floods of juice oozed forth to ease the friction of fucking. Friction. Fucking.
Yes, that's what it was all about. She was fucking this wonderful animal, fucking her
mind out in front of her very best friend and having a wonderful time doing it.
Cindy cried another squeal of delight, squinching her eyes tight and fucking for all she
was worth. Her ass bounced around, pressing against the animal's underbelly while that
prick set her pussy on fire. The brutal stabbing made Cindy tighten her cunt muscles
again. She could feel the powerful ring of her pussy clench down around the base of the
dog's prick. His moves became most violent. She knew he was going to cum. Pal was
ready to make it. She felt his forelegs tighten around her chest. It was a sign he was
going to climax.
Cindy did her best to push herself up. She pranced her ass wildly, still holding the dog's
cocks haft with her aching cunt. She was starting to cum now. She could feel those hot,
rushing tickles that maddened the red bulge of her clit.
"Wow, oh wow!" Sharon gasped.
Cindy snapped her head around, jerking her body while she clawed like a wild woman
at the sheets. She was cumming, climaxing in her bedroom while Sharon watched.
Cindy released the tenseness around the dog's cock, feeling her cunt soften. Pal
grunted, lunging forward like a wolf. She hadn't realized he could fuck her so deep and
so quickly as he was doing now. It was a delightful shock, one that sent her even higher
along the ladder of climax. The friction around her cunt burst into a golden fireball,
choking off another scream she was about to let out.
Twisting her head around, she found herself peering at Sharon. She could hardly focus
her eyes on her friend. The girl seemed miles away, in another dimension.
"Uhhhhhh... ohhhhhh!" Cindy screamed.
Cindy dropped her head, biting and chewing the pillow beneath her as she felt him
rubbing his prick hard into her ravaged cunt. It was wonderful to feel that cock
squeezing into her, making her cum again and again and again. Nothing in the world
could beat this thing called fucking.
Finally the spasms eased around her cunt. Cindy found herself sprawled on the bed, her
hands pushed under the pillow, her legs still spread apart. She could smell her own
cunt, smell her own sweat while the dog finished fucking her.
"Wow, that was good, really good!" Sharon said appreciatively, watching as Cindy
moved her body sinuously around the bed.
"He's a real good dog," Cindy moaned dreamily.
Rolling over, Cindy ran her fingers over the dog, feeling his body shaking under her
touch. He hadn't cum yet. God, he was still hot, still throbbing. She had climaxed
probably seconds before he was able to cum. And now he was standing there, crouched
behind her, his prick throbbing and jerking, his maw opened, the perfect picture of
misery.
"Sharon, he hasn't cum yet," Cindy said. "Pal, get her. Go on, fuck her."
Sharon looked at her friend wide-eyed, drawing back while pushing the animal from
her. Pal growled, snapped at her fingers while he tried to get at her pussy.
"Please, Cindy, don't... don't, I don't wanna do this," Sharon begged.
"Come on. You saw. He's not gonna hurt you. It feels real good."
Sharon fell back, her legs in the air. It was the missionary position, but Pal took her.
Pal was desperate.
Sharon didn't dare move for fear of incurring his wrath. She lay there, spread open, her
legs high in the air, her toes nearly touching the headboard while the German shepherd
dipped his ass and pushed his cock into her split-open cunt. Sharon let out a groan,
then dropped her hands flat to the bed, curling her fingers.
Cindy smiled. She knew her friend would go through with it now. From the lusty little
grunts Sharon was making, Cindy knew her friend was more than a little pleased with
what had happened to her.
"Oh, oh, he's... he's so big! And... uhhhh... and yet he's so good to have in me," Sharon
admitted.
Sharon began working her ass as best she could, raking the dog's fur with her fingers as
if he were her human lover. She was split, her cunt penetrated by Pal's long, red prick.
In a moment she was tossing her head like a bitch in heat, her heels beating against the
animal's sides while she worked herself up into a cumming frenzy.
This time, Cindy noted, Pal wasn't taking any chances. He pumped his hips furiously,
his body nearly falling from Sharon's twice because of his furious fucking. She watched
as he threw back his head and let out a wolf-like howl. His tail quivered while doggie
jizz dumped down hard into her friend's split cunt.
Sharon's mouth was a tight scar while a pulse leaped through her throat. She was
cumming as well, climaxing while Pal satisfied himself.
Cindy fell back, feeling as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her body.
She had a friend now she could talk to about this without worrying about her spreading
gossip. Yes, things had worked out well this afternoon.


Chapter 10

"Those girls!" Laura sighed.
Laura shook her head, cleaning up outside around the wading pool. Cindy and Sharon
had skipped from the house just as she had pulled up to the garage. Sharon kept
babbling about something being wonderful, though Laura couldn't quite focus. Cindy
kept pulling her friend away.
Those girls! Laura thought again, wishing she could be as free and fun-loving as they
seemed.
Well, the time would come when Cindy and her friend would learn of disappointments,
frustrations, and other things that colored life dearly.
But then, what was Laura moaning over? She still had her dog.
Putting down the tanning lotion, Laura let out a sharp laugh, startling Pal into barking.
As good as he was, he was no substitution for a man, a good man on top of her,
holding her, loving her, fucking her! At this point, even the paper boy would have been
grist for her mill, Laura thought, scooping up the remains of the girls' mini-party and
turning toward the house. It was then she realized someone else was there in the
backyard.
"Oh!" she gasped, sitting on a lounge.
"Gosh, sorry I frightened you, Mrs. Dennis. I thought I'd come over and see if Cindy
was around. Thought she'd like to go to a movie or something tonight... if it's allright
with you. I'm Doug Satto."
Laura was still recovering from the shock. She had seen this young man once or twice
in the neighborhood, but had no idea Cindy knew him. She was starting to feel she
didn't really know her daughter. Then the phone call from the principal jogged her
memory.
"Well, I'm not sure. Please, sit down," Laura said stiffly, indicating the lounge next to
her.
She felt ill-at-ease in the position of inquisitor, especially with such a handsome young
man as this, but she had to know.
"I'll come right to the point," Laura began, folding her Angers together. "I received a
call the other day from school, saying that Cindy cut some classes. I'm a little... well,
put out by that. Do you know something about it?"
He was staring at her point-blank, a mocking smile crossing his lips while his black
eyes sparkled like diamonds. The look both pleased and frightened Laura.
"I'm afraid I do," Doug answered, staring her straight in the eyes.
Laura felt her composure slipping a bit and had to struggle to maintain her demeanor.
"Well, I convinced Cindy to come over to my place. It's not far and... well, she did."
"And?" Laura asked, arching her eyebrows and trying to appear cool and unmoved
while her heart was beating a mile a minute.
"That's something between Cindy and myself, don't you think, Mrs. Dennis?"
That line was as good as a confession. She felt her heart sink a bit as she looked at this
young man and tried to picture him on top of Cindy, the two of them thrashing and
twisting in passion.
"Something wrong?" Doug asked. "I'm sorry I did something to hurt you, Mrs. Dennis,
but Cindy is coming of age and-"
"Oh, I know all that, very well. But it's just that she's still my daughter."
"You know," Doug said, changing his attitude and drawing closer, "if you hadn't said
that, I would've thought you were her sister."
Laura recognized the tone in his voice. She drew back, her fingers trembling, her cunt
growing moist and hot and dripping with fuck juice. "Is that your game, sir? Seduce the
mother to make sure you can keep seeing the daughter?" Laura countered, feeling close
to tears.
"That's not what I had in mind – at least, not the reasoning for it."
"What do you mean?" she gasped, putting a hand to her throat.
He leaned forward, then sat on the edge of her lounge, one hand around her waist.
Laura looked around, thanking God her late husband had fenced their yard in with tall
timbers to keep the neighbors from peering in. She raised her other hand, pressing the
flat of her palm against his chest.
"No, don't, this is insane! I won't let you!" she cried.
But Doug had other ideas in mind. He was holding her, keeping her struggles to a
minimum while he drew his face close to hers. Laura tried moving her head away, but
he was fully in control. He grabbed her and pressed his lips against hers.
Laura found his tongue slipping down her throat while he unbuttoned her blouse.
Gingerly his fingers slipped past the halved garment, touching her tits, moving across
her nipples. Laura's cunt flooded with that delicious fuck butter, the juice Pal lapped up
so eagerly.
Doug took one of her hands, pressing the fingers against his crotch, making her feel his
prick. Oh, his cock was so good, so big and thick and long and hard and throbbing
against her fingers! How could she say no to this, her fantasy, the one thing she had
been praying for during the past few months? To hell with everything! She was a
human being with human needs!
"Oh, this can't be happening," she moaned.
But it was. He moved his other hand under her skirt, slipping it up until he wriggled
the fingers under the legbands of her panties and was touching her cunt. She squirmed
her ass against the seat, kissing him hungrily, fencing his tongue with hers while she
tightened her cuntlips around his touch.
He lifted her from the chair, the plastic tumblers Sharon and Cindy had been drinking
from falling to the ground. He carried her to the house, and in a moment they were in
the living room, doors closed, drapes pulled.
How had he undressed her so quickly? Things were a blur for the woman as she stood
there naked, watching Doug pushing down his shorts and revealing his prick.
"Oh, you're beautiful. Do you think I am?" she gasped, realizing how silly she sounded.
"I think you're fantastic!"
He rolled her onto her hands and knees, keeping her thighs spread apart while working
her cuntlips with his expert fingers. There was something in the way he maneuvered
her, something that told her he was an expert's expert at fucking. Laura liked that. No
fumbling, no false moves. He was playing with her clit now. Laura growled, wagging
her ass from side to side, feeling the juices trickling down her thighs. She laughed.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No, In fact, everything's right, for the first time in my life," Laura confessed.
"Feel this cock? It's gonna go in now, baby, in all the way."
"I feel it!" she cried.
Her ass pranced wildly. She wanted more of that sensation and got it when Doug
shoved his prick in, tucking his legs under her and nearly jerking her off the floor.
Laura felt peeled open, stretched deliciously, filled with that cockmeat. Then Laura felt
him kissing her between her shoulders, licking her back as the dog had while fucking
her into oblivion. He was fucking her slowly, fucking her the way she wanted.
Long strings of drool leaked from her mouth while her arms trembled, threatening to
collapse. He dug his fingers into her hips and fucked deep.
"That's it, baby, fuck it, fuck it out," he said, slapping her ass with the flat of his hand.
She loved the way he was fucking powerfully into her drenched cunt. His prick made
squishy, sexy noises in her steamy cunt.
And then, to her horror, Laura saw Pal in the room, felt him licking her face, then
nosing around and drawing his tongue over her dangling tits. She had forgotten to put
him out after Sharon and Cindy had left.
"Go away, no, go away, oh that dog..." she cried, not wanting anything to ruin this
moment.
"Gives me an idea," Doug said, shaking the sweat from his face and eyeing the woman
with suspicion.
"What?" she gasped.
Doug said nothing, pulling his cock from her pussy hole slowly, making Laura cry. She
felt her itchy cuntal walls shrinking behind his prick's retreat.
"Come here, boy, come on and fuck mama. That's it," Doug whispered, patting Laura's
ass.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, flushing red as Pal moved around and sniffed her
cunt happily.
"Just thought it'd be fun," Doug said, watching as the big German shepherd moved
around behind and started to mount her. "He seems to know what he's doing."
"No, oh no!" Laura tried swatting at the animal as he mounted her, hoping she could
drive him away. She felt shamed, dirty in front of this young man. But nothing would
keep Pal from her.
He was draped over her now, pumping his narrow doggie hips, working his prick
around until he finally fucked his cock into her cunt-hole. Laura let out another steamy
cry, knowing now there could be no excuse for her behavior. The secret was out.
"That's allright, baby. I dig things like this. Now you can finish me off this way," Doug
said, bending his knees and catching her between them.
Laura felt his prick prodding her lips while Pal fucked long and hard into her cunt. She
opened her mouth and took it all.
Doug held her by the head, working his hips against her face, flattening her nose
against his groin while he watched the shepherd fuck that knobby cockmeat into her.
Laura liked it – the hot rush of Doug's prick over her tongue, making her cheeks bulge
out, pushing more spit back down her throat while wiggling and wagging her tongue
over the sensitive underside of Doug's prick. And there behind her, draped over her,
was Pal, fucking. She kicked out a leg in excitement, upending the coffee table and
sending magazines and ashtrays skittering over the floor. That was allright.
"Come on, baby, come on!"
Laura let out another cry, her cunt snapping on the dog's prick when Pal shot his hot
load into her. Just when she felt the dog's prick firehosing his spunk into her pussy
Laura felt Doug's big cock explode in her mouth. She tried swallowing all the spunk as
it shot out and spattered against the back of her throat. But there was just too much.
Scum bubbled out around the stretched corners of her lips, trickling down her chin and
dribbling to the carpeting.
"Christ, lady, and I mean Jesus H. Christ! You sure know how to drain a guy's balls!"
Doug wiped the bloated head of his cock over her lips, smearing them with his cum.
Pal had jumped off and curled up by the living room doorway, licking his shrinking
prick. Laura felt uneasy again, falling back against the sofa and staring up at the big
stud. He was so handsome.
She hated to give him up to her daughter.
"Please, don't tell anyone about... about this," she said hesitantly, nodding in Pal's
direction.
"Are you kidding? And give something like this up? Don't worry. You're gonna be
something special to me – you and this whole house," Doug said, his voice carrying a
meaning Laura couldn't fathom yet.
Well, it didn't matter. He could date her daughter. They would share, even if Cindy
didn't know what was going on. She smiled. Usually it was the teenager who deceived
the parent. Now, it was the other way around. Fair enough, Laura thought, leaning
against Doug who now sat beside her, strumming her tits. And, when he wasn't
around, she thought, there would always be Pal.
Good old Pal.


THE END
