Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies-and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
DOG-LOVING MOTHER-a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, oh, it's soooo good...so good it's gonna kill me!"
The blonde teenager bobbed her ass up and down, her feet kicking forward against the back of the car's front seat.
"Yeah, Tina, yeah, come on, move that ass...oh shit, yeahhhh...."
The tall, dark-haired young stud was running his fingers up and down her thighs with one hand while pulling her panties down with the other. Just a few seconds earlier he'd been rubbing his hand against the damp crotch panel, pushing the nylon material up into the bumpy slickness of her cuntal mouth.
"Bobby, oh...oh, oh! I can't stand it! I...."
Tina was shaking her head slowly from side to side, strands of her long blonde hair clinging to the corners of her mouth. She could smell the new vinyl of Bobby's 1981 Toyota Celica. She'd laughed at him when he picked her up at home for their movie date. No one could "do" anything in the rear of one of those small cars. It was a daring thing to say, especially considering her spotless reputation at school. But Bobby was different. They'd been raised together. Her widowed mother and his dad were old college chums. They were practically like brother and sister. She could trust Bobby, unlike several other boys who were only interested in slipping their cocks between her legs. But something had happened, something neither of them had planned. Bobby was getting into the sex act now, arousing her, making Tina feel things she didn't feel even when she masturbated in bed.
Tina felt her soaked nylon briefs sliding down over her firm, rounded asscheeks. She slipped her feet under the front seat and raised her ass to make Bobby's moves easier. The sensation of the elastic waistband sliding over her asscheeks, then her thighs, knees and finally down to her ankles, made her breathless. Her chest was tight while her heart seemed as if it were going to tear right through her rib cage. She was going too far! Way too far! Her mother had warned her time and time again not to let boys do anything to her. Her mother kept on nagging and nagging. Gosh, though, she was old enough to handle herself...or was she?
"Ohhh, yeah-nice, nice," Bobby sighed, moving her feet slightly forward and pulling the wet panties off her feet.
"Bobby, maybe...maybe we oughta go home," she panted, not sure if she really meant what she was saying. Oh, how she wanted to have that achy itch scratched for her! Every time she rubbed her legs together she could feel electric-like sensations shooting up and down her thighs. Mmmmm, it was so good to feel her pussy walls sliding over one another, the motion and arousal milking more cunt juice out of her pussy-hole and wetting down her thighs. Tina could feel the slippery vinyl under her legs, squeaking as her movements became more jerky and violent.
"Why, Tina...Come on, we haven't done anything...you know, anything real dumb yet."
It was true. Maybe all Bobby wanted to do was finger touch her the way she touched herself when she thought of all those dreamy guys on the football team. Oh, that would be nice! She smiled and nodded her head up and down dreamily, closing her eyes and letting her knees fall apart.
"OhhhhHHHHMMMM!"
He was pinching her thighs, gathering the flesh up between his strong fingers into small balls of flesh, then moving up, closer and closer, to that swampy pussy between her legs.
"Oh yeah, yeah!"
Tina thought she was going to have a heart attack. Her pulse was racing madly while sweat broke out all over her twisting body, making her clothes stick uncomfortably to her flesh. She couldn't control her movements any longer. She was like a person possessed, giving into the demonic feelings rushing through her pussy. Oh, how her cunt burned...burned and itched and ached all at the same time! It was swollen with excitement, bursting with juices like an overripe fruit. The girl slid her ass forward on the seat a little, hunching down in the small seat. No, Bobby couldn't really fuck her here! God, there was barely enough room for them to move even a little bit. Opening her eyes, she saw the windows fogging up. Thank God they were out in that deserted parking lot in south Santa Monica. Nobody would see them there!
"Oh shit, baby, you're nice-real nice. You're just like I thought you'd be!"
Thought she'd be! Tina's mind cleared for a second. Had Bobby been wanting her all along, like the other guys? Had he been friendly to her because he'd hoped that sometime or other he'd have an opening like this? It almost made the girl angry, almost made her want to snap her legs together and demand to be taken back home. But oh, she was too hot to do anything like that. And Bobby seemed to know what to do next, how to play her like an instrument, bringing her close to climax, then leaving her alone to float back to a lower level of arousal before starting up again.
"Come forward...yeah, like that-just a little."
Tina did as he asked, feeling his hands curling around her, then sliding down to the bottom of her striped, tight-fitting jersey. He was pulling the jersey up, yanking it out of her skirt, sliding it up over her shoulders. She gathered her arms in, feeling the smooth polyester around her neck.
"No, no...."
She was going too far! He was stripping her, getting her naked. Naked! The thought made her suck in a ragged breath and made her heart skip a beat. In a second the jersey was completely off. Tina felt Bobby's fingers moving around like a tiny creeping animal, sliding under her bra strap.
"Nice tits, nice tits," he moaned.
She could feel his breath on her throat, his legs pressing against hers, those steel-muscled arms tightening around her body while her legs kicked maddeningly up against that damned front seat! It was getting harder and harder to breathe in the small space of the Toyota. Tina arched her back, prancing her ass around in tight little circles while more cunt juice seeped from her hole, making the vinyl seat slicker than ever!
"Oh, oh-OHHH!"
He was pulling at her bra strap, causing the edges of her cups to cut into her soft titflesh. Oh, she was getting so hot-so very, very hot. Her pussy was moving as if it had a will of its own. Its flexible lips curled and quivered. The tips of her tits were so hard, that they felt as if they were about to come right through her brassiere. Oh, how could she stop this from turning into something more than she could handle!
Bobby pulled back, his eyes flashing over her body.
During their rustling in the seat, his shirt had come open and pulled out of his Levi's. In the dim light cast by a nearby streetlight, she could see him. His chest was so thick and powerful that he looked more like a weightlifter than someone on the w basketball team. He was so big, so strong, so mature-looking. He could have passed easily for someone in his mid-twenties. And the way he was treating her, the way he touched her, it was as if he'd had years of experience! His lips curled in sardonic amusement as he studied her lying there in his arms, panting, her face screwed up in fear and hot curiosity. "Oh yeah, yeah!"
His mouth nuzzled her neck, his hot breath now blowing into her ear. Tina was feeling all buzzy and dizzy. Her body was alive to his slightest touch. And now he was taking her right hand, moving it over to his crotch and settling her icy, quivering fingers over his prick. She tried pulling her hand away when she felt that long, thick bulge pressing against his jeans. But Bobby kept his grip, moaning a little while he moved his ass back and forth and forced his cock against her palm.
"Oh, nice, nice-I like that-like it a lot. Don'tcha want something like that inside you?"
The question seemed to cut through the darkness like lightning. She stiffened, jerked her hand away, pulled back and stared wide-eyed at the young man. How could he ask something like that? He knew what her mother was like, what her upbringing was like? Didn't he realize she was a virgin, and would keep her cherry until she married? The thought had been firmly implanted in her by her mother, Joyce.
"Don't talk like that, Bobby! Come on, don't! You know I can't do something like...like what you want. My mother would kill me!" Tina wailed. She stretched out one arm and searched frantically for her jersey in the dark.
"Nobody's gonna know," he persisted, grabbing her right hand again and dragging it back over to his hot, bulging crotch.
"No, NO!"
This could only lead to more trouble. If she touched his prick through his pants, Tina was certain those Levi's would come sliding down in a second. Then it was only a matter of minutes before he had that thing between his legs up her pussy!
"Bobby!"
"Come on, don't be such a scaredy-cat," he moaned, barely able to humor her. The young man had been highly aroused. He respected both Tina and her mother, but he'd been watching this little girl grow up to be a fascinating, well-formed young woman. He jacked off more than once in the toilet, watching his thick, white-hot jizz shoot into the water below and thinking that soon his cum would be splashing into Tina's hot young pussy! He had to have her now, have her naked under him, her cunt stretched open for his cockhead.
"What are you doing to me?"
Tina felt real fear shoot through her. He'd moved her around, gently settling her down prone on the rear seat while inching back, opening the rear window slightly for ventilation and opening the top button of his Levi's. She saw several dark curls of his cock-hair poking around the edges of his opened fly.
"NO!"
She started to get up, pushing her hands against the rear seat. But Bobby shoved her roughly down, growing tired of her protestations.
"Come on, damn it!" he said, yanking his pants all the way down. A cock-one that belonged more on a donkey than on a man-slipped out. Long and hard, it throbbed with lust. Tina's neck pressed painfully against a window handle. Her heart stopped again while beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. No, no, he couldn't seriously be thinking of sticking that thing in her! He'd tear her to pieces. She'd heard of girls who bled after fucking. No, no, NO!
"Come on. Good fucking, good fucking!" he repeated hypnotically.
At the same time, Bobby reached down and started working his hands between her legs.
"Pussy," he whispered, massaging her furry cunt mound with sure, tight strokes.
Tina's eyes rounded, staring at that long, eight-inch cock hanging from between his thickly-muscled legs. But slowly she began to relax, feeling her ass push up to the wonderful squeezing sensation between her thighs. Yes, it was beautiful, wonderful, to have him fingering her, touching her like that. Her earlier terrors seemed to evaporate now. She spread open, moaning, closing her eyes again and giving herself up to the riot of sensations exploding in her pussy.
"Nice-nice cunt-all hot and nice."
Tina felt on fire. It was as if someone had dumped burning oil between her legs. Her clit burned like a tiny glowing jewel while her thighs alternately burned and chilled. She was moving, twisting under his fingering.
Just when she was about to protest, Bobby leaned forward, bracing himself between the front and rear seats. She saw him lowering his face to hers, felt his long black hair brushing against her forehead. Moaning again, Tina opened her mouth and once again took his tonguing kiss.
"Pussy."
With that he shoved his tongue down her throat, rubbing her pussylips together faster. The delicate flesh heated and grew wetter as she juiced shamelessly. Now completely under his control, Tina threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth tighter onto hers. Yes, this was wonderful, insanely wonderful! She humped her ass up and down, fucking his fingers, hearing her ass-flesh squeaking on the wet seat. As their tongues lashed each other, spit bubbled from their mouths and ran down her chin. "Fucking."
He was scooting her down now, moving her farther onto the seat; he slid his finger out of her cunt and moved his hand up to her naked belly.
"How does that feel, baby-real good?"
"Oh yes, yes," she moaned, twisting in his grip.
Bobby put both hands on her bra cups and pulled to either side. Tina stiffened and heard the material tear from the force of his grip. She started to sit up once again, but Bobby shoved her down. The bra cups fell to either side; her naked tits jiggled with each heavy, raspy breath she took.
"Oh, man, MAN! Big, hard-tipped tits!"
He dropped his head again. Tina could feel his breath against her chest, then up against her nipples. He was sticking out his tongue, letting its wet, pointed tip brush over her right nipple. At that light touch the girl went crazy, twisting from side to side, arching her back, hunching her chest up to his mouth. Oh, she wanted him to suck her nipples, bite them, do anything to increase the maddeningly light touch of his tongue. "Ohhhhh!"
Tina got what she wanted. She moaned in wild delight as she felt his mouth engulf one tender nipple. His teeth first brushed over the sensitive flesh, then bit down gently while his tongue lashed over the hard, itchy tip. Tina sucked in air noisily through her flared nostrils, her legs hooking over Bobby's while her ass shifted from side to side. She moaned again, pulling his head more tightly onto her tits.
The young man said something incoherent as he laved her big tits with spit. He bathed the tense, sore tips until they throbbed in time to her beating clit. Tina stared at the young man, her head shaking from side to side. Oh, how she loved the way he used his mouth and hands over her white flesh until he had her gasping for breath! The outside world disappeared. All that was real was Bobby and his wonderful hands and mouth. And oh, she almost forgot-that hard, hot prick now sliding up and down her left leg!
"Fuck, baby, fuck. Man, I wanna fuck you real bad, Tina," Bobby moaned.
Yes, she wanted it, wanted him to fill her with his cockmeat, wanted to feel his prick stretching her virgin cunt, his cum shooting into her pussy-hole. But could she let him do it? Could she let herself throw away all those years of moral upbringing? What if she got knocked up? Some girls at school faced that problem. No, no-she wasn't going to get that way and become a disgrace to both herself and her mother! Once again she pushed her arms up weakly, trying to shove Bobby away.
"Noooo, please don't-I'm not that kind of girl," Tina whispered.
Oh, she could hardly talk! Her throat was so tight, her mouth so dry! And Bobby was strong, his arms and legs pinning her helplessly to the back seat.
"Sure you are, sure you are," he whispered back confidently.
Tina could feel his hairy legs pushing between hers, his hands peeling her thighs apart, caressing the silken flesh while his prick slipped over her cuntal mound. The blonde teen's eyes fluttered open. She saw the half moon through the fogged windows, could hear the sea softly splashing over the sandy beach. As Bobby pushed her apart, peeling back her cuntlips and shoving his spongy cockhead toward her pussy, the girl moaned.
"Oh, no-no, don't...don't do this to me," she gasped.
"You're a real good girl," he breathed in her ear. "You're learning fast. I'm gonna show you a lot more, too. We got all night. Just us here, Tina," he said.
The blonde felt her excitement overpowering her fear. All, night! The two of them, naked as jaybirds, pressed against one another, all damned night to experiment with fucking! Oh, how the thought burned itself into her brain. Fucking--actually fucking! She knew what she wanted his long cock inside her, stretching her cuntal walls apart, taking care of that awful pulsing itch that robbed her of her strength! Fucking, fucking! Oh, how good that word sounded!
CHAPTER TWO
"Fucking, man. We're gonna be fucking," Bobby whispered in her ear.
He was growing more and more excited, his face contorted with lust. He was fingering her tits, pinching her nipples, taking hold of those half-inch long red nubs and rolling them between his thumb and forefingers.
Tina twisted in the seat, her legs slapping against the seats, her ass sliding back and forth over the slick vinyl seat covering. Oh, it was getting so hard to breathe!
"You ever done this before?"
"No, no," the girl confessed, feeling a little ashamed at that admission. So many girls had fucked guys! It was incredible! In the John at school, the other girls giggled about their boyfriends, talking about how "big" they were, or how the guys liked to suck tits while the girls jacked off their pricks! Tina would stand there combing her hair, pretending not to be listening, but feeling her pussy warm up. At times she felt it difficult to keep her balance when some of the girls became more graphic about what they did. Well, now she'd have something to tell them, something that would make them green with envy!
"Gotta loosen you up, then."
Bobby bent down and sucked her right nipple hard, biting the surrounding flesh gently while smoothing his hands up and down the sides of her body. He felt every curve, every hollow, while he washed her nipples over and over with his tongue.
"UnOOHHHH!"
What was he doing? Tina stiffened, feeling the young stud backing down, trailing his fingertips along her flat belly. She heard him adjusting his position, shoving her up against the side of the rear seat. She could hardly move!
"Nice hot cunt," Bobby breathed, spreading her legs as far apart as they could go.
Tina shivered when she felt his tongue trailing down one thigh, barely brushing over the tops of her wiry cuntal hairs. He repeated this action again and again. In a few minutes the girl was grunting, flexing her asscheeks and trying to hunch her cunt into his mouth. His mouth? Tina remembered some of the girls talking about how their boyfriends liked to suck them off first-enjoyed wiggling their tongues in and out of the girls' pussies before fucking them. Tina had wondered what on earth would turn a guy on about sucking a cunt. She thought that putting one's mouth to any sex organ was a little perverted. Her mother had certainly never mentioned anything about it. But she gathered that anything other than the missionary position was taboo.
"UUUUGHHH...OH NO!"
Suddenly the girl found his licking, sliding tongue moving up against her cuntlips. She felt the tip rim the tense, eager edges of her strained outer cuntlips, moving slowly up toward her clit. Tina quivered like a tightly drawn bow; she curled her fingers and clawed desperately at the car seat cushion.
"Oh yeah, yeah," he breathed, blowing softly through her cuntal thicket and watching her curls waving gently in his breeze.
Tina was going crazy! She breathed with wheezing sounds through her flared nostrils, shaking her head so violently from side to side that strands of hair splashed over her face. How that tongue teased her! It flicked over the slick, rubbery edges of her cuntlips, then moved up to the rounded clit, pushing down the tiny organ into the surrounding flesh only to retreat back to the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
The young blonde hunched her ass around in frantic circles, grunting and howling like a bitch in heat. Oh, she wanted something inside her! Suddenly the girl needed something inside her pussy, something nice and thick and hot, something like Bobby's long thick cock!
"Oh yeah, baby-nice and hot and juicy," Bobby whispered, curling his tongue and stiffening it while running his right forefinger up and down her tight little asscrack.
"NOOOO!"
Tina exploded, feeling the hard tongue suddenly push past her outer cuntlips and thrust into her pussy.
How strangely exciting it felt when Bobby shoved his tongue into her slippery pussy! As she exploded into a million brightly colored pieces, she shoved her ass up higher and felt his nose pushing against her clit. His tongue scraped around the narrow, hot passage, sopping up her pussy juice like a moving sponge. He pressed his lips hard against her cunt, making loud, sloppy noises. He sucked so hard that the girl thought he was going to pull her cherry loose. "Man, man!"
Tina felt him pulling her legs farther apart, nearly looping her right leg over the back of the front seat. She didn't care what he did to her any longer. Whatever he did was all right. Everything was good-everything was making her feel so wonderful, so airy, so free, so delightfully fulfilled.
The blonde teen gasped and moaned, twisting under him while he shoved one thumb up her ass. This wasn't the time to be bashful. She opened her eyes wide, then shoved down, impaling her asshole on that finger up to the second joint! Strange hot flashes shot from her violated shitter to her clit, making that tiny organ flutter more frantically.
"I can't take it...can't take it any more," she gasped.
Tina was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She thought she was going to pass out. Her mouth was dry from all the sweating she was doing and from the amount of cunt juice still oozing from her pussy. Bobby kept on eating her out, driving his tongue in and wiggling it all over the slick lumps and hollows inside her pussy. She started hunching back. Reluctantly, the young man pulled away, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of one hand.
"You want a fuckin' bad, don't you?" Bobby asked.
"Yes, oh yes!" she cried excitedly, wiggling her ass back and forth.
Tina couldn't be responsible for what she said or did at this point. She was a frantic woman aroused to incredible lust. She would have killed for prickmeat, would have sucked a cock in order to have the terrible pulsing urge between her legs satisfied!
"Then feel my cock being shoved into your pussy," Bobby said, bending over her while sliding his knees up against her upturned asscheeks.
The young woman felt his prickhead sliding up until it pushed through her cuntal forest and centered itself over her drooling pussy-hole. How exciting it was to feel his knees pushed up against her asscrack while his cock slid greasily up and down her pussy slit.
"Now, oh now-fuck me-fuck me good and hard! Oh God, I need it, need it bad...." the young woman exclaimed shamelessly.
Bobby grinned, shaking his head violently to get rid of some irritating perspiration. Then he pushed forward with his hairy ass.
Tina's face was a mask of terrible concentration. She froze, feeling his prickhead working into her pussy. This was something strange, something wonderfully new for the girl. She was breathing unevenly now, her breath catching at times as his cockhead slurped down into her cunt, gurgling in the flowing pussy juices.
"Oh yeah-YEAH!"
Bobby closed his eyes and shivered, stopping his fucking for a second to feel the hot, wet clinging of her cunt against his cock. He drew back, making Tina scream, then hunched down again. He loved watching the girl twist under him, actually fuck herself onto his cock. He didn't have to do anything. Tina was so hot, so frantic for his prick that she would have taken care of every movement if she knew them. He made a mental note of that. The next time he'd lay there motionless and let the girl go crazy over his cock.
"Oh no, no, NOOOO!"
Tina thought she was going to piss from her growing excitement! She threw her arms around his back and clawed at his neck, beating his asscheeks with the balls of her feet.
"Shove your prick in my pussy. Yes, yes, yes! Ohhh, my God-yes, I need it! Bad!" she babbled shamelessly into his ear.
The blonde teen loved it when his cockhead slid all the way in. She felt her pussylips close over it tightly, trapping the bulbous cocktip for several seconds. It was a tight grip that surprised both of them.
"Yeah," Bobby said, glad he'd decided to go all the way with Tina. He'd fucked several girls at school, but none of them had moved around like this one. Shit, she was a regular hellcat, with a cunt so soft and moist, and so fucking hot for prick!
"Oh, oh, OHHHH!"
Bobby was twisting his body around now so that she could feel his cock working around in her pussy. The fat cockhead was reaming out her hole, shoving out more and more pussy juice until the boy's balls were wet with it. His cockshaft disappeared inch after fat inch, making her cuntlips pucker inward from the slow, steady downward force of his fucking.
"MMMMM!"
Tina rolled her ass back a little more and felt her knees touching her big, jiggling tits. She kept begging him for more. She felt her cunt muscles relax just a bit, then buckle down around his sinking cockshaft when another inch slurped in. He gave her a bit of his cock each time. His hands were on her tits, his fingers now pinching her taut nipples.
"Fucking, baby-fucking. Man, it feels real good in you. Shit," he said, shaking his head like a proud stallion, "I've never fucked anyone as hot as you, Tina," he admitted. "Really?"
She flushed with pride, modestly lowering her eyes. It was a compliment, but one that should have made her guilty and ashamed. No, not ashamed! There couldn't be anything all that wrong about what they were doing now. Anything this good couldn't be as evil as her mother said.
"Yeah, take it all-take it all," he whispered hoarsely.
With that he shoved his cockhead in harder. Suddenly the young man stopped, feeling the cockhead hitting something very firm.
"Oh, stop, stop!" Tina cried.
The girl had jerked her hands up and was now pressing the palms against his chest. She was wiggling her ass back, pulling her cunt off his prick.
"No, man-stay with it. Shit, I can't believe it! You're really a fuckin' virgin," Bobby said, shaking his head back and forth in disbelief. He'd never fucked one before, never thought there was one at the high school. The girls there seemed to be so advanced, having been fucked several times in junior high school. By the time they got to the tenth or eleventh grade, most of them knew all the tricks in the sack.
"I told you...ohhh, you didn't believe me, did you?" she wailed.
"Shit, never broke a fuckin' cherry before," he muttered. "But there's a first time for everything," Bobby concluded in a firm voice.
Tina trembled, looking up at the young man. His eyes were glittering, his jaw set, while his leg and arm muscles tensed.
"Oh yeah, now, baby, now," he said, feeling an invigorating power rush over him. He saw her trembling there, her eyes like those of a frightened doe; that sight-that feeling of complete mastery made him want to destroy the girl with his cock. Grunting, pressing forward, feeling his cock bend at the center for a moment as the head pressed hard against her cherry, Bobby banged hard against that membrane, grunting with triumph when he finally felt it give way.
"AIYEEEWAWWHHH!"
It had been done quickly! Tina had felt the cherry tearing away from its moorings before she felt any pain. The shock had nearly knocked her out. In a flash she knew one form of life had been taken from her and a new one given. Her back arched while her thighs shot apart, then flew together, banging against Bobby's sides. Her fingers fanned out on his broad shoulders while a strange, guttural growl came from her throat. She was being fucked-really fucked! The world spun around for her. Her belly bucked, then turned over while a vague feeling of nausea crept up. "Mmmmm!"
Bobby's prick was sore from busting her cherry. But he kept shoving down. Finally he had every inch of his cock jammed into her. His body rested fully on top of hers. He lay on her tits, his breath coming in gasps. Slowly he regained control of his breathing.
"Fuck, Tina, fuck-you're one hell of a fuck," he panted.
The blonde girl had twisted her head away. She was looking blankly up, concentrating on how odd it felt having that big cock throbbing and jerking inside her. The pain had been less than she had expected. Her mother had told her about terrible agony, about how much bleeding she should expect when her husband fucked her for the first time. Tina didn't know about the bleeding. But it didn't feel as if anything terribly wrong were happening down there between her splayed thighs. She felt Bobby's cock pressing steadily, felt his balls resting against her asscheeks, felt his wonderfully hard-muscled body pinning hers to the car seat. Yes, it was all so wonderful, so much more that what she'd been led to expect by her mother.
"Okay?"
Tina nodded her head up and down, somewhat still ashamed to look Bobby in the eye.
"Come on, nothin' to be ashamed or scared of," he said, correctly reading her mind.
"But I...I've done this with you and...and you're gonna tell all the guys at school and...." She couldn't finish. Tina bit her lip, fighting back the hot tears welling up in her eyes. He was going to talk about her, tell them how hot she was. Her mother would find out about her fucking him and throw her out of the house! She sobbed, sucking in a stray tear.
"Hey, I don't fink on the others. I really don't. I'm not gonna tell the other guys and fuck up my chances. I won't tell," he said, brushing her hair aside and kissing her reassuringly.
Tina smiled, her smile quickly fading when she felt the drag of his cock against her cunt walls. The girl groaned, telling him it was so good. His iron-hard prick was going in like a hot poker through butter, burning a passage into her cunt. Faster and faster he fucked, harder and harder, until his thick-muscled hips were working like a piston. He had every inch of his cock crammed into her cunt half the time. Then suddenly he stopped, resting his prick against her clit.
"UGHHHOOHHHH, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" she wailed.
"Feel it now, baby-feel it good!"
He slid his prick out of her cunt, stopping on the upstroke for a second, then shoving it back down.
Tina thought the world was coming to an end. The rushing of his cock through her tight cunt brought her to the peak of climax. Her body seemed poised on the brink of insanity. A whirling ball of white-hot sexuality exploded in her belly, pieces shooting to her clit, asshole and nipples. Her ass ground up to meet the young man while her whole body clutched him.
"SHIT, I'M COMIN'!"
Bobby yelled that out, dropping down and holding her tightly while his cock twitched maddeningly inside her. Something wet, something terribly hot was scalding the sides of her pussy like boiling water. It was something that triggered her off, made her cunt walls tighten even more around his shooting prick, then sent her clit off into a wild series of spasms.
"CUMMMMMM!" she shouted as more jizz spurted out of the thick cockhead.
The two of them jerked and wrestled with one another as their orgasms erupted again and again. When it was over, Tina was exhausted. She felt as if she'd run the five-mile marathon. Her arms slid off his broad shoulders and dropped to the seat. Bobby was kissing her shoulders, tickling her neck with his thick black mustache!
"That was real good, Tina-real good," he whispered again and again.
Tina said nothing, wondering why she didn't feel more guilt. Surely she should have felt something was wrong in what she'd done. Her mother had told her often enough that fucking was evil outside of marriage. Then why did she feel like laughing? Oh, it was so good, so awfully good! She hugged Bobby tightly, wishing this night would never end!
CHAPTER THREE
Joyce stood in the bathroom, her wet hair hanging over her slender shoulders. Her flesh still glowed dark pink from the warm shower as she stared at her body in the misted mirror.
I'm still an attractive woman, she thought to herself. She twisted slightly to the left, gazed at her full-titted profile and smiled. Yes, men looked at her still. She could read the lust in their eyes.
And, oh, it was what she wanted, too. Closing her eyes, the thirty-three-year-old woman gripped the edge of the sink and fought for control. It had been long, oh so long, since she'd had a man. All these years she'd been denying herself sex. Being a minister's daughter wasn't easy. All those stories about the whores of Babylon, about "bad" women who enjoyed sex...even in marriage! No, fucking (oh, there was that awful word again creeping back into her mind!) was only for procreation. If a woman felt too much pleasure when her husband "took" her, then it was wrong. If she wanted sex more than once a month, there was every reason to suspect she was a wicked whore.
How she used to watch her mother move like a zombie around the house, cleaning, dusting, avoiding her father. Only when the two women were alone did she loosen up a little and smile. No, marriage had never seemed a very desirable thing. And sure enough, when it came for her husband to lay her, nothing much happened-nothing except some pain, a little heavy breathing followed by a continuous, droning snore.
Oh, there had to be something more to life than that! Something in the back of her mind told the woman she'd never been fully awakened to the potential of her body. But Hugh, her husband, never helped, wanting only to stick his silly little cock in her pussy, then pull it out all soft and sticky and roll over for sleep.
"OH!"
How she burned now, how she wanted a man to touch her, to caress her, to move his fingers through her hair while his lips pressed against hers! She wanted to feel a...cock-yes, a nice long, hard cock moving in and out of her pussy, stretching her membranes, rubbing against her clit, making her feel so good, so completely a woman!
"No, no, I've got...got to stop myself," she moaned, drawing her hands over her face and pressing her burning forehead against the mirror. How good the cool glass felt against her skin! Her belly rubbed against the cool porcelain. A cloud of steam hung in the tiny room. Would her wish ever come true? Since her husband had been killed in that auto accident, Joyce kept to herself, avoiding places where she could meet men. Of course there had been her daughter to worry about. But Tina seemed to be getting more and more independent lately, something that both pleased and worried the woman. In any case, she could take off one or two evenings and go . . .
"No, I won't-I won't turn into some whore," she said determinedly, pushing herself away from the mirror and staring at her image. Her mouth was full, perhaps a little swollen with lust. Her nipples were dark red, erect with arousal. She had to stop taking those long hot showers, stop directing the heavy stream against her pussy mound. That always made her think like this, made her pussy so hot she could barely swing one leg over the tub and stand up.
Stretching out one arm, Joyce grabbed her robe, slipped it over her shoulders and tied it tightly around her waist. She cast another fast glance at herself in the mirror, flipped some stray wet hairs from her face and opened the bathroom door.
"Oh!"
It was Willie, their pet German shepherd. What on earth was he doing up here on the second floor? She stopped in the doorway, listening to the big, silent house, listening unconsciously, she realized, to the animal's heavy breathing. Was he sick? She'd have to take him to the vet soon for his check-up. He'd been acting strangely lately, rubbing up against her legs, looking up and whining pathetically, especially when she was alone. Was he trying to tell her something? Sometimes Joyce thought he was almost human in the way he stared at her.
"No, Willie, you've been fed," she said, bending down and scratching him playfully behind the ears. He was a good dog, especially good for protection. It made her feel a lot safer knowing this half-wolf was protecting the two of them.
"Oh, come on. Maybe I can find something downstairs for you to nibble on," Joyce said, turning out the light and walking down the long corridor toward the stairs. She liked the feel of the thick carpet against her bare feet. She had the urge to slip off her robe and run naked through the empty house, even to roll naked on the carpeting now tickling her soles. The odd thought made her giggle, and made her feel her clit tighten and throb.
No! Thinking something like that was wrong, was even a little bit crazy. She moved down the corridor, aware of her thighs rubbing against one another, aware of her cuntlips slipping together and tickling her aroused clit, and especially aware of the big animal swarming around her legs playfully.
"Oh, what's happening to me?"
She stopped at the head of the stairs, supporting herself against the banister and staring down at the growling dog. Her body was betraying her, doing strange things to her mind. She was still aroused, still excited by those terrible, wonderful thoughts she'd had in the bathroom. And now the dog was witness to them. She stared at him, saw his dark brown eyes glistening in his powerful, handsome head. It was almost as if he were trying to tell her something. But that was ridiculous. Dogs don't have thoughts-not like humans, anyway. Eat, sleep, fuck. That was all they thought about. Well, that's about all she'd been thinking of lately.
Joyce giggled again, swaying drunkenly back and forth. Her robe had fallen open a little, exposing her white flesh. Willie moved around to the front, stretching his neck and letting his long pink tongue roll out. Joyce stiffened, letting out a tiny cry when she felt him licking her thighs.
"No, NO!"
It was surprising what the touch of his tongue did to her! She felt her knees shake, then buckle, while her pussy muscles cramped a the feathery pressure. Her fingers curled tightly around the banister as she closed her eyes and once again fought for control of her body. What had the animal done? Surely he'd only licked her the way he'd always licked her when he wanted some attention or food. Why should she feel this way?
It was nothing, an attack of something, of horniness...Yes, doctor, I'm having an attack of the hornies. I think I might need two orgasms today. Wouldn't that make her family physician blanch!
"Get away, Willie, get away from me," she said in a trembling whisper.
He could wait until Tina came home from her date. She didn't trust herself downstairs alone with the dog. She laughed again, aware of the tightness rising in her chest, of her stiffened nipples, of the way her pussy was growing hot and tight and swelling open. Her thighs were flexing, her asscheeks rising and falling.
Bed. She had to get to the bed, away from the German shepherd and his insinuating eyes.
"Downstairs. Go downstairs-wait for Tina," she said in the most commanding voice she could muster.
Willie turned and started down the stairs, stopping halfway and turning around. She saw his eyes burning with something, with . . .oh, God, was it possible? Could the animal be lusting after her, wanting her the way men wanted her?
The thought was too sickening, too revolting for her even to consider. She was getting strange. She had to get some sleep, some rest, to calm her mind. Joyce walked down the hall, gathering her loosened gown around her, shuddering as the friction of her cuntlips over her swollen clit brought her shamefully close to an orgasm. No, she had to calm herself down, to think of something besides her pussy and that animal still poised on the stairs.
Her daughter! There was something that would sober her! How could she care for Tina, take all the precautions a mother should, when she was learning such filthy things at school?
"Oh no, NO-get away, AWAY!"
Willie was back, disobeying her, swarming around her legs again. The brush of his short fur took her breath away! Joyce clutched at a lighting fixture for support, but her fingers missed it. She slid down the wall, her nails scratching at the plaster. Her feet slipped across the carpeting and her robe fell open, exposing her swollen tits and the thick blonde bush protecting her cunt. Before she had a chance to gather the gown around her waist once more, Willie had found a home for his tongue. "NO!"
The touch was maddening, electrifying, something she'd never experienced before in her life! He was actually caressing her with his tongue, drawing it sloppily up one thigh, then dragging it down another, leaving a long silver trail of spit on her flesh. She tried once or twice to push him away, to shove him from her twisting body. But the sensation of his muzzle pressing against her legs, of his tongue petting her thighs, was too much for her! She let him do it-let him touch her in places only her incompetent husband had touched her, clumsily.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
She realized she was moving her ass when the thick piling began working its way between her asscrack. It tickled that sensitive band of flesh separating her asshole from her cunt, and cunt juice began to seep from her fuck slot. The animal started making muted growling noises in his throat and nosed between Joyce's legs. "NO!"
She slapped down at him weakly. But she really couldn't muster the strength to push him away. All of this was wrong, terribly wrong. She was feeling things she shouldn't...and with a DOG! But how could she force herself to crawl away, to shove Willie from her? It was as if every ounce of her strength had been bled from her. He was sliding his nose between her moving thighs now, bumping the underside of her cuntal mound. Oh God, he was going to lick her off, to touch her pussy with his tongue!
"I...I won't let this happen to me!"
She moved away from the dog, clutching at the carpet with her trembling fingers, drawing herself down the corridor toward the bedroom. It was as if her legs were paralyzed. Joyce couldn't push them up, couldn't draw them under her full, firm asscheeks to stand. She had to crawl like some cripple away from the growling, snapping animal to save herself.
"Noooo...."
Her mind whirled like a merry-go-round. Willie was growling low in his throat again, pursuing her, his long pointed ears flattened against his head, his fur standing up around his neck. And pressing up against his flat belly, what was that thing sliding out of his sheath, that long red knobby thing that...oh, she couldn't stand even to look at it! "Stop, stop!"
Somehow she managed to get to her feet. Joyce felt her gown opening more and more, finally slipping down from her shoulders. She had to use both hands to support herself against the wall. The bathrobe fell to the floor in a puddle around her feet. The woman felt more juice seeping from her cunt, wetting her thighs.
The blonde tried to get her mind in order, to stop the whirling ball of hunger that seemed to drive all normal thoughts from her. Her arms in front of her, Joyce staggered forward, kicking at Willie when he tried to knock her back to the floor. Oh, what if Tina were to come in with her date, to see her mother helpless in front of a dog, crawling along stark naked with her pussy in a high state of arousal? Wouldn't something like that be the butt of jokes around the school for years!
"Damn you, DAMN YOU!"
She kicked at Willie, this time hitting him squarely on his soft black snout. The German shepherd whined, yelped twice and backed away. Thank God! She scrambled for the safety of her bedroom, her fingers wrapping around the brass doorknob. She twisted it, opened the door and stumbled in. The coolness of the darkened room refreshed her. She'd be safe here, away from those terrible thoughts assailing her, away from that animal...."NO!"
Willie wasn't defeated easily. He pounced in, hitting her thighs with his forepaws and knocking her onto the floor. Joyce rolled over onto her ass, flailing her arms in front of her, trying to knock the dog away. No, no, not in her bedroom-not here!
But Willie was persistent. He was on top of her, his powerful jaws parted to reveal a sharp double row of fangs glistening with spit. Something made the woman freeze-his attitude-the way his eyes stared at her. She felt he would tear out her throat if she stopped him from completing his terrible quest. Joyce sank back, bracing herself on her arms that were stretched slightly behind her. She was breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling with her heaving chest. Beads of sweat dotted her flesh. She stared with wide, rounded eyes at the big animal, waiting and wondering what he was going to do.
The wait was short. Dropping his maw in her cuntal thicket, he began to eat. One wet lick rubbed over her clit and Joyce bit her lower lip, drawing blood. No, she wasn't allowing this to happen, wasn't encouraging him. She was being forced to give in, to give into the dog as if he were a rapist! Feeling his short fur rubbing against her moving thighs, feeling his bushy tail beating softly at her ankles, Joyce closed her eyes and moaned. Rape, Rape. That's what this was. Willie was raping her with his wonderful tongue! The woman curled her fingers and clawed at the carpet, moving her ass slightly from side to side, drinking in the sensation of his tongue against her pussy. "UhhhoooOOOhhh!"
How could this be happening to her? Was there something in her family background, a blot on her that had gone unnoticed until now? Had she ever shown this kind of perversion before?
"UGH!"
Joyce felt her asscheeks moving more intensely, hunching back and forth, actually fucking the dog's tongue. She couldn't stop him, couldn't stop herself from giving into the animal. She let her head fall back, felt her wet hair brushing over her shoulder blades. It felt so good, ohhhh, so good to feel his tongue slopping over her pussy. She tensed her legs, feeling the tendons pushing against her thigh flesh while her toes fanned out and rubbed the carpeting. Her shoulders were shaking while her tits rolled and bobbed with every jerky move she made. The room echoed with the sloppy sounds of his tongue working over her pussy and with her moans. Spit mingled with cunt juice and dripped over her thighs, wetting the carpet. Yes, yes, it was good, oh, so good to have that tongue touching her that way! As the animal growled, Joyce growled too, peering down at the dog. She saw his eyes studying her, actually studying her as if she were some sort of specimen! "What . . . ? "
Willie opened his powerful jaws and sank his front white fangs into the flesh of her left thigh. He wasn't really biting. He was simply showing her who was boss, who was in control here. The effect was mind-blowing. Joyce's eyes widened, then shut tightly as she breathed with wheezing sounds through her nose. The keen cut of those teeth sinking in and pressing back her tendons and muscles drove her wild. She growled, tossing her head from side to side, feeling her wet hair splashing over her face and neck, collecting in tangles around her throat. Her heart was pounding in her throat as she edged back toward her queen-sized bed. Could she actually do it? Could she actually take the dog to bed?
He followed her, his strong body couched like an attacking wild animal, his maw still buried in her cunt hairs. She tasted blood from her bit lip, wanting to punish herself for feeling so good, especially with this dumb animal. "NOOOOO!"
Willie grunted with excitement and lapped his tongue over her glistening pussylips. He peeled them open, drilling his tongue into her cunthole, touching all those secret, slick places that excited her so. Oh, when would it end? Where would it end?
CHAPTER FOUR
Joyce trembled with excitement as she crawled onto her bed. The coverlet gathered between her hands and slid down a little, exposing the fluffy pillows. She scooted up to the headboard. The darkness seemed to glow with an unnatural light as Willie jumped up after her. The bed sagged a little under their mutual weight. She was taking a dog to bed-going to bed with a dog! The thought made her gasp. She extended one leg toward him, fanning out her toes and rubbing the backs of her thighs against the silken bedspread. She was open, wide open, for the big dog. She wanted to feel him all over her body. Turning her head around, Joyce could barely make out her image and the dog's in the full-length dressing mirror. How strange it was-her long, lithe body against his furry one! She gasped as a particularly strong spasm tore through her cunt. She couldn't think about what was happening. She couldn't think about the moral consequences of her going to bed with an animal! It was the sort of thing that might send her headfirst out the window. "Ohhhhhh!"
Joyce was building steadily toward an orgasm. And yet she couldn't grab the meaning of what was happening to her. Staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, moving her ass from side to side and pushing her knees farther apart, the attractive woman gave herself up to the growling animal between her thighs. She moved her hands over her tits, rubbing the sweaty palms over her nipples, feeling those nipples twitch and throb. Her asscheeks stuck to the wrinkled coverlet, then pulled open as she squirmed on the bed, then slipped tightly together.
"Oh yes, yes-oh God, yes...."
It was lovely, wonderful! Tentatively, nervously, the blonde moved her hands over her chest, down her flat belly to where the dog's tongue was steadily licking. The bed squeaked and groaned as Joyce thrashed about. As she rocked her hips, the wild, buttery heat seemed to spread to all parts of her body. She was alive, so alive sexually! Never before had she felt such overpowering feelings. The sensations drew out every ounce of strength and will she had. She wouldn't have been able to push the animal away from her even if her daughter had burst into the bedroom. Yes, the wonderful sexual heat was spreading. Pussy juice leaked out freely, dotting the blonde cunt curls. For years she'd waited for this kind of feeling. Now it came on her like a tidal wave, making her oh, so dizzy, incapable of doing anything except flowing with it. "Noooooo...."
Her breathing had grown shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head against the pillow. Her hands moved down to her wet cunt. She sat up carefully, peering, heavy-lidded, at the big, licking dog. She watched the dog's tongue disappear in her cunt, drilling into her pussy like a big moving pole.
"Fuck, fuck...."
The word came easily to her lips now. Could she really be thinking about letting him fuck her? No, no-that was going too far.
"UGHHHH...."
This couldn't really be happening to her. No, she was a good girl, her mother's little girl. She'd wake up and realize it was only another of the terribly erotic dreams she'd been having lately. "AH!"
The rub was too real, the sensations too powerful, to be a dream. No, it was real. Everything happening here was real. The animal, his tongue, his teeth, her powerful reaction to them all. Joyce moaned, feeling the velvety wetness of her cunt exposed more now that she'd inched her knees back to her belly. Worming higher on the bed, the woman felt the inner surfaces of her pussy rubbing together. Yes, yes-it was happening, happening all too quickly for her own good.
Willie licked her hot cunt mound again and again, his tongue at times wetting the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. He was whining with impatience. Joyce felt petrified. Was he going to try fucking her? The continued touch of his tongue told her differently. But she still wasn't too sure . . .
"OHHHH, YESSS...."
Joyce was close, close to that moment that would have her bucking and jerking with sexual madness. She didn't care about her daughter, about her mother, about all that damned morality that had made her life a living hell all these years. Coming. Yes, she was coming-slowly, maddeningly, the way she'd dreamed she wanted to.
"Come...."
The word sounded so beautiful on her lips. Her cuntal walls were spasming now, trying to get a grip on the dog's flicking tongue. She could feel those tiny powerful muscles cramping. The big muscles in her ass tensed.
"Oh Willie, Willie...."
She was breathing out the dog's name as if he were her lover. Scissoring her legs around his neck, she hunched lightly into his muzzle. His black nose rubbed against her clit. The dog slowed his rubbing friction for a moment, then hurried as he watched her pitching and twisting on the bed.
"No, NOOOOOO!"
She was actually screaming as the nearly painful orgasm exploded in the pit of her belly. She tossed her head wildly, soft tangles of her hair catching around her throat.
"Fuck! Oh God, fuck meeee...."
It was so good, so awfully, terribly good! She fanned her toes until they cramped, clawing at the growling animal's fur. Yes, yes-she could take his prick in her pussy now. Joyce could have taken anything in her cunt as she pitched and writhed on the groaning bed, her legs kicking high in the air. Jerking like a speared fish, the blonde woman humped crazily, feeding her cunt into his maw, feeling the short stubby fur around his snout tickling her pussylips maddeningly. Oh, it triggered another series of mind-blowing spasms! She groaned, her eyes rolling up in their sockets while spit oozed down the corners of her mouth. Yes, yes, it was wonderful...so painful, and yet so wonderful. She hadn't had a climax like that ever...not with her husband, not with anyone.
"OHHHHHWAWWWJHHH!"
Could the neighbors hear? What business was it of theirs? Thrusting her knuckles in her cunt, she heard the animal whimpering, felt him humping his body against her legs. Oh, he wanted to fuck her! She knew he was trying to force her legs open wider to slip that knobby boner in her.
"No, NOOO!"
She couldn't do it. At the last moment Joyce felt she just couldn't bring herself to let the animal fuck her!
"No, no, NO!"
He had his forepaws on her thighs. She felt his sharp toenails digging into her flesh. He was nuzzling her, poking his snout into her cunt. Her ass bounced up and down, her pussy swallowing his pointed snout.
"God, God, God!"
It was over! She lay like a corpse on the bed, one leg hanging over the side, her toes barely touching the floor. Her hands were at either side of her thighs while she tried to get her breathing under control. She'd done it! She'd actually let an animal touch her. No, it was more than that! She'd let a dog lick her off, satisfy her sexually!
Covering her mouth with one hand, Joyce let out a choked laugh. Oh, what would her mother say if she could see her lying there stark naked, her flesh marked with long red lines from Willie's toenails?
"No, no, NO!"
She broke up laughing. Raising herself up from the bed, Joyce looked around the room. There he was, curled up in one corner, staring sleepily at her. She called out his name and watched as the only sign of recognition was a shaking of his tail.
"Oh, what am I going to do?" she asked out loud, pushing back her long blonde hair and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She smiled, ruffling her hair and staring at the big dog.
"You crazy animal! Did you know just how crazy you were?"
The dog's tail wagged happily. Joyce took in a deep breath, holding it until her eyes swam. It was fine for her to do this on her own. But there was a world to consider, a world that wouldn't think too kindly of her and her antics with the shepherd.
"Well, this only happened once. It's not going to happen again, understand?" she said, extending one arm and pointing it at the whimpering dog.
Willie whined a little louder, his bushy tail thumping rhythmically against the carpeted floor. "Understand?"
Joyce got up and padded across the floor toward her dresser. Willie stretched one paw, touching her lightly on the ankle.
"No, not now, not ever," she said firmly, wondering if he believed it, wondering if she believed it. Biting her lip, the woman waltzed out of the room toward the bath.
"Back in the shower," she said out loud, bending down and turning on the water. Yes, it would stop. She couldn't risk another incident like this. Oh, she'd have to get out and find some men, date, or else this would send her to an institution.
Stepping into the tub, Joyce turned the spigot and a rush of water beat against her body. How good it felt as the streams washed out her cunthole and tickled her erect nipples. Willie would just have to find some other mode of sexual satisfaction-and so would she.
The following day Joyce was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She'd heard Tina come in late, but didn't really want a confrontation at midnight. Her daughter had disobeyed her, coming home two hours later than she was supposed to. Normally that meant grounding. Tina knew the rules all too well. Still, after her session with the animal, Joyce didn't want to face her daughter. Something might show on her face, something might indicate to Tina that her mother had been doing something terrible, something perverted. No, she couldn't let her daughter know about this incident. No one must know! From the stairwell she could hear her daughter descending the stairs. It was Saturday, a non-school day. Tina could be wanting permission to go out. Well, she'd see about that!
"Morning, Mom," the girl said, glancing warily at her mother, then sliding into one of the breakfast nook chairs and grabbing her orange juice. Joyce stood in front of the range, stirring the pancake batter, shaking the hair from her eyes, wondering where Willie was.
"You were in late last night," she said dryly, scooping out the batter and placing it carefully on the griddle.
"Yeah. Bobby's car broke down. Something about the fuel pump. I don't know," Tina said, feeling her heart beating as she told the lie. How could she tell her mother she'd been fucked and it was the best thing that had ever happened to her?
"Bobby has a father. Surely he...."
"Yeah, well he wasn't home," Tina interrupted, banging down the glass. Damn, her mother was going to play grand inquisitor today! She picked up a fork and pushed it lazily over her plate, wondering if Joyce would suspect what really happened. At times her mother startled her with her insight.
"I'm sure," she murmured, reaching over for her daughter's plate.
"And, well, one thing led to another and we got home late." There was a pause. "Nothing happened, Mother," Tina said a little exasperated.
"Tina!"
Joyce nearly dropped the plate on the table, standing back and examining her daughter disapprovingly. She scowled, wondering how she could turn this conversation around. When Tina decided to be petulant, nothing could change her attitude.
"Well, I mean you always ask me questions about what I do on dates. You mean, don't you, that you want to know if I...fuck?"
The word shot through the air. Tina reddened, dropping her eyes, immediately sorry she'd said that word. She heard her mother suck in a sharp breath.
"Don't...don't you ever say that again," Joyce said, her fingers trembling. She turned and braced herself against the sink counter. Fuck. There it was again, that word, now spoken by her daughter. Was the whole world going crazy? All she could hear or think of was fucking. Closing her eyes, Joyce tried to think of something to say to her daughter, something that would guide the girl and yet reconfirm the mother as chief disciplinarian. And the only thing she could think of was that damned dog, scratching his neck, rolling around in the grass, barking, walking with that wonderful tongue of his hanging from the corner of his mouth. "Mother?"
Joyce turned around and found her daughter staring curiously at her.
"Nothing. I don't want this happening again, understand? I don't...."
She couldn't finish the sentence. Her words were coming out all wrong, in a voice low and trembling. Raising one hand, she brushed her hair back and tried to steady herself. Oh, she couldn't think! Her cunt was so hot, so very, very hot and wet. Glancing to the right and out the window, she caught sight of Willie. What a beautiful animal! He was running around the backyard, jumping up in the air and trying to snatch some butterflies fluttering in the breeze. His fur, his tail, his . . .Oh, what was she doing!
"Should I call the doctor?"
Joyce glanced at her daughter and saw signs of real concern.
"No, no, I think I need some rest."
Rest? I was eleven a.m.! She moved quickly from the kitchen, hearing the dog barking through the opened window.
'This has got to stop...stop!"
Joyce nearly ran upstairs, rushing down the hall, clutching her silken gown tightly to her tits.
"What's happening to me?" she whispered in a tight voice, staggering into her room and slamming the door behind her. She felt her cunt burning, throbbing like a festering, open wound. She thought of the animal scampering around outside. All she had to do was call him in. Tina wouldn't be staying indoors for long. Soon she'd be running outside, rushing out to her friends. Then she'd be alone with the animal, alone all afternoon with that wonderful, wonderful dog.
The thought brought a gasp from her throat. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her bare thighs. Her nipples were stiff, brushing against the silky material of her gown. The dog! She could already feel his soft fur brushing against her thighs, feel his spit dripping down her flesh.
"Oh, what's happening to me?"
Gasping that out, the woman covered her face with both hands, sliding to the floor. She felt as if her world were crashing in on her. All she'd learned about morality, all she'd thought about good and evil in the world, was turning upside down. She curled into a tiny ball, whimpering, wondering where all this was going to take her.
Downstairs, Tina had finished her breakfast, wondering what was wrong with her mother. It was a little scary. Even though she didn't agree with most of what her mother felt about morality, Joyce was still a standard. Now that standard seemed cracked, vulnerable.
Scraping the last of the pancakes from her plate, the blonde teen pushed back her chair. She wondered if she should meet Bobby today. He had said that if she wanted to, she could come over. His folks were going somewhere...something about a festival in West wood, near UCLA. That would be enough time to . . .
Tina blushed and giggled, feeling her cunt become all soft and mushy again. Her legs were so hot! Glancing down at her body, the blonde teen knew why Bobby and others wanted her so. Her slim physique, her flaring thighs, her tight little ass and her firm, thirty-four-inch tits did a lot to attract a guy.
"OH!"
As she got up from the table, Tina felt her cuntlips swell and rub together. How delicious and debilitating it felt! She closed her eyes and leaned against the table, sure now she would go over to Bobby's. Was it wrong? Did it make her a slut, as her mother believed? Well, maybe in her mother's day it would. But this was 1981! Things were different. Thinking of the young man and what would happen between them, Tina rushed out of the house, all thoughts of her mother having faded. She was more concerned with what lay ahead for her.
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been a long, hot afternoon. Joyce lay in her bed nailed, her arms spread apart crucifixion style, her legs trembling slightly as the air seemed to buzz quietly around her. She stared at the ceiling, blinking irregularly, trying to concentrate on something besides her hot cunt. Something terrible had happened, something that should have sent her scurrying to the nearest analyst. She couldn't do anything except lie there and think about her cunt.
"Damn, damn, DAMN!"
She clenched her fists, pounding them against the mattress. So this was what all those years of celibacy, of morality, had brought her. Now she was obsessed with sex; every thought centered around her pussy and how she could satisfy it. At times she could hear Willie still barking in the back. No, no, she wouldn't do that, wouldn't let herself fall into that terrible trap of letting Willie touch her.
"Oh!"
She rose from the bed, feeling as if there were some terribly heavy weight pulling her down to the floor. She just had to get things under control. How could she fight this tight, hot feeling between her legs?
A cold shower. Of course! Gathering her gown about her, Joyce padded across the bedroom floor, realizing how much this scene resembled the one when Willie had first seduced her! She stopped with her hand on the doorknob, remembering how she'd gathered up the sheets and threw them into the laundry. Would Tina see the dog hairs on the sheets and wonder? Of course not. Her daughter never did the laundry. That was another thing they had to get straight. Sighing, Joyce opened the door cautiously. No, Willie wasn't there. He had a small swinging door at the bottom of the kitchen door through which he came and went. But apparently he was still outside playing with the butterflies. Joyce smiled grimly, rushing down the corridor to the bath. Leaving the door open, she bent down to turn on the water and her gown fell open. She let the water run for a bit to make sure it was very cold before stepping in to try and wash away the terrible lust throbbing between her thighs. "Oh, oh!"
The rushing water was hypnotic. Joyce backed away, clutching the lip of the sink, then looking at herself in the mirror. Yes, yes, she was attractive, as attractive as her daughter, perhaps more so. It was so stupid of her to lock herself up in this house, not going out, when there were so many wonderful things to do out there in the world. For all she knew, her daughter was doing them now-seeing men, letting them touch her, letting them...letting them fuck her!
Joyce moaned, pushing her fingers through her hair. How could she accuse her daughter of doing such a thing? She had no proof. Crisis! That's what she was going through. Some sort of middle-aged crisis. Perhaps she should be shut away somewhere in a home.
Joyce giggled again, holding onto the sink a little harder. The water seemed to disappear in the background as she stared at her image in the mirror. Tiny beads of sweat began to collect around her shoulders, rolling down her tits to her navel. She was breathing hard, her eyes glazing over with lust. Her mouth was slack as she massaged her flat belly with one hand. Her fingers were slowly working toward her pussy. There-she was touching it, touching her little clit! How powerful that tiny organ was! How it made her legs tremble, her knees weak, her thighs alternately tighten and relax, and her asscheeks flex! A man's cock was the same way. But it was so large, so terribly big. She could understand why a man went crazy when a woman touched him, massaged his cock and balls, let him sink that hard thing in her pussy and go crazy. But that tiny nub-oh, life was so odd, so strange!
"Unnghhh...."
Joyce felt her fingers penetrating the blonde thicket between her legs. Her clit tightened and throbbed as she became aware of the frightening power rising in her cunt. It felt as if she were pregnant! Shuddering, the woman spread back her still-tight outer cuntlips and let more juice seep out of her pussy and splash over her fingers. Crisis! Yes, that was a good word for it. As she stood there, rocking back and forth on her bare feet, her tits heaving and slapping together, Joyce thought of all this as a crisis. The only way to take care of it was to finger herself. That was she didn't have to worry about coming to terms with having sex with some damned animal. Lots of women took care of themselves this way, staying home alone and letting their fingers do the walking. Joyce giggled. That was a commercial from somewhere, and how appropriate it was now.
Oh, how wet she was down there! Her fingertips were wet with her pussy fluids. It was impossible for her to contain this wild lust coursing through her now. She heard the water running in the tub, splashing around the porcelain sides. But now she could no more move from the sink and dip into the cold tub than fly to the moon by flapping her arms. Grunting, Joyce pulled her tight, rubbery cuntlips farther back, exposing the pulsating clit even more. What would a man think if one were suddenly to burst in and find her fingering herself like this? Fuck her! Yes, he'd grab her in his arms, carry her protesting weakly down the hall and toss her in the sack. Cock! Cock! Oh, if only . . .
The impossibility of it made Joyce groan with disappointment. No man would come rushing in and take her in his arms. There were no men in her life. Really, there had never been men in her life. Somehow Tina came along during one of her husband's ineffectual fucking. At times the woman had completely shut herself off during her husband's love-making, hardly aware of what he was doing. That was fine. She didn't think he had known, either. "Ohhhh!"
Through the mist on the mirror created by her pumping breath, she saw her tits rise and fall. The nipples hardened and the areolas turned a darker red. The sight of her aroused tits and cunt further excited Joyce. Yes, yes-she closed her eyes and imagined a man's fingers tracing lightly over the curves of her body. She could almost feel his breath against the back of her neck, the touch of his fat cockhead brushing over her asscheeks. The thought of a man behind her, getting ready to fuck her, made the woman moan. She was a bitch, a bitch in heat! It was so hot, so wonderfully, wonderfully hot. Would he fuck her soon, drive his prickhead into her pussy and make her feel like a complete woman?
Joyce wanted to touch herself all over at once. Lust churned through every square inch of her body, gushing through her veins to her pussy. Leaning forward, standing on the balls of her feet, the woman leaned over the sink. Her tits flattened against the wet glass as she pressed her shoulders closer to the mirror.
"No, no, UGHHHHH!"
Her shoulders moved up and down, her stiff-tipped tits rubbing on the slick glass. Her fingers moved down farther into her clenching pussy. She stroked her clit with her thumbnail while her fingers drilled deeper anoVflicked faster in her cunt.
"What...oh God, what am I...doing?" she panted out loud.
Fucking. Yes, she wanted a good, hard fucking. She needed something besides her silly fingers to take care of the powerful lust in her body now. It was as if some dam had broken. Her belly was churning while her hips twisted shamelessly from side to side. The more she pinched and twisted her clit, the more she wanted a cock. Her asscheeks tightened and separated as she shifted her hips from side to side, sawing her cunt with her fingers and still caressing her clit. The tiny nub was swollen, stretched forward and easy to grasp.
Groaning, grunting, Joyce stuck her fingers deeper into her wet cunt, jerking her thumb and forefinger with quicker, sharper movements. Her clit was aching and singing with desire.
Joyce threw back her head, rubbing her soft belly against the lip of the sink. She wanted to fuck, fuck something, anything! To take care of the need, she had to have something in her! Oh, how she would have loved to have her husband here now. He wasn't much, but he was something--something to fuck, to take care of this terrible, awful need!
"Damn!"
Her feet slid on the tiled floor. The woman was gasping and sobbing, sawing and twisting her hips. Everything seemed shut out from her. Her daughter could have come home and she'd have kept on playing with herself. Thinking of men in general, the woman gave her clit a final twist. Sparks seemed to fly out of her cunt as more pussy juice seeped from her. Only then, when a kind of mini-orgasm had taken the edge off her desire, did Joyce realize she wasn't alone.
"Willie! You knew-you knew I needed you," she panted.
Yes, it was shameful but true. Now so aroused she could hardly see, Joyce wasn't about to worry about the moral consequences of her actions. Let old sterile maids and cock-less wonders concern themselves about her if they chose to. She had her body to consider, her pussy to worry about.
"Here, boy, here," she said, bending down while holding onto the sink for support. The fur-oh, how good it felt caressing her flesh! She gasped and whimpered, straightening herself, looking out the open bathroom door. Moving to the tub, she reached in and turned off the water. No cold shower for her now. Not with Willie standing next to her, his sides heaving in and out, his long tongue hanging from one corner of his maw. No, she knew what was in store for her. Sighing deeply, she stepped naked from the bathroom. Her chest was so tight, her mouth so day! Her cunt was boiling as she stepped down the hall. Downstairs and outside she could hear children laughing and playing, sure sounds the day was well underway. Well, she was going to play too, her own way!
Willie rushed about her feet, whining, looking up at her, his long bushy tail brushing over her calves, his tongue at times touching the soft spots behind her knees. Somehow she made it to the bedroom, let the panting German shepherd in, then carefully closed and locked the door.
The bed was still unmade, the coverlets thrown back, the pillows pushed together. Drawing the blinds and darkening the room, Joyce then moved to the bed. Lying down slowly, she patted the empty space next to her. A man should be there eyeing her, touching her, fucking her. But Willie was the next best thing.
"Oh you crazy, crazy dog," she said, throwing her arms around his thick neck and hugging him closely.
She was rewarded by a sloppy lick across the face. He was so soft, so warm, and yet so muscular and insistent. It was something she'd been needing for a long, long time. Her first time with this animal had only been in initiation. It was something she hadn't fully appreciated, having to overcome her natural revulsion toward it. But now . . .
"OHHHHHH...."
Willie quickly warmed to what he was supposed to do. Moving between her legs, he stared hotly at the woman, then opened his mouth and let his tongue roll all the way out.
Joyce shuddered, drawing her hands up to her tits and rolling them slowly toward one another until her nipples touched. She rubbed those tense, sore, aching tips together while flexing her asscheeks and enticing the dog to hurry up. He rested his head on his paws, crawling up on the bed until his black snout was almost pressed against her pussy. Joyce winced, scooting down on the bed a little until she could feel his breath blowing through her cuntal curls. Yes, yes, this was it, this was warming her cunt! She closed her eyes and shivered, feeling her flesh crawl, her mind spinning out of control. Oh again-again! She was making it with a dog again!
CHAPTER SIX
Back in bed, in the same bed she'd committed that unnatural sex act before, Joyce rubbed the sides of Willie's head with the insides of her thighs, breathing with whistling sounds through her nose. Oh, it was so lovely being ravished like this! Pressing her shoulders against the sagging mattress, Joyce spread her legs farther and farther apart for the animal. The woman fanned her fingers over her belly, letting the animal lick her wherever he chose.
"Oh yes, yesssss!"
Willie lapped, moving his tongue around her pussy, touching all the secret little hollows and slick lumps just inside her cuntlips.
"Oh yes, there-touch me...touch me there!"
Joyce hungered for a touch, any touch. She felt the hot seeping of her cuntal juice, the hunger growing more and more intense inside her. She tightened her fingers around the animal's neck, drawing him harder toward her.
"A dog...oh God, and it's happening all over again...."
She was breathing hard now. Her nipples had become thick, dark nubs that needed to be touched and licked. The wrong and right of what was happening to her was becoming mistier with each lick. She thought of her mother's scolding face, of those words that had made Joyce so terrified of men and what they might do to her. Well, what had they done? Had they touched her, made her feel dirty? When the one man her mother approved of had touched her, she felt nothing. And that nothing soon turned to disgust. Even in the best of times, sex with her husband was disappointing, filled with phony orgasms and sighs.
"Ohhhhh...."
Joyce guided Willie upward, rewarding him with a scratch behind his ears when he started licking her tits. Yes, she wanted that touch there, lapping over her nipples. Joyce pushed down her shoulders, arching her back, silently begging the animal for more. Oh, yes, more-more of that wonderful, trained tongue lapping over her body!
Oh, his long pink tongue was so hot! It was rough, yet soft-soft as a kitten's ear. She was breathless with the big dog's eagerness. Glancing down, she saw the animal settling between her splayed thighs, his big, dark, hulking body next to her whiter one. Her tits were wet with doggie spit. And all the while Willie licked tirelessly, curling his tongue around her navel, then drawing it back down to her cuntal thicket. There it disappeared in Joyce's thick blonde bush. Joyce groaned, moving her knees together, then raising them slightly and letting them sag apart to give the dog more to lap.
Outside she could hear voices. Tina? Friends of her daughter? They wouldn't come up here, even if they knew she was at home. It was an unspoken rule that when the door was close, no one-literally no one-was to disturb her. Thank God for that rule.
"Unghhhh...."
Joyce hooked her left leg up and brought it down, petting his back. She felt her toes bumping against his wagging tail. Giggling with lust, she spread her toes apart, then ran them up and down the animal's back. How that light furry touch excited her!
"Willie...ohhhh Willie, touch me!"
The blonde called out his name again and again, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow. Strands of her hair clung to her cheeks and lips while her legs moved in a continuous, undulating motion. She wanted to be raped by that dog, taken almost against her will. Of course she knew Willie had come up there invited and had started licking her because she was almost crazy with lust.
Joyce rolled onto her belly, laughing lightly as the big dog bobbed his head around, barking angrily at her. She'd interrupted his concentration. She'd . . .oh, what was she thinking of? She was thinking of him as a human being, as if he had a thing similar to concentration, to thought! And yet there were times when he stared at her with an intelligence that came close to . . .no, thinking like that would send her to the booby hatch.
"There, you...you goddamned animal-lick me there...."
Joyce didn't have to give Willie instructions now. He nosed around her ears, then moved back and stood over her, his powerful legs braced on either side of her back. He licked down her spine, touching the hollows and bumps, making her cry out with delight. When he touched her asscheeks, Joyce let out a shivery moan and spread her knees even wider apart. She felt her cuntlips peeling back, unsticking, leaving him more room for his cunt licking.
"Oh, oh, OHHHH!"
Her excitement mounted. Slowly she raised her ass, wagging it from side to side while she rested her forehead on the pillow for support. Her tits hung down, the stiff tips brushing over the coverlet. Willie was grunting, wetting each ass-cheek with his sloppy tongue, then moving to her asscrack and dragging his tongue down her cunt.
"HUHHHRR! HUHHHHRRR!"
He kept licking until his hot spit dribbled down the thick curls of her pussy. It was something that made her gasp with unutterable delight. She arched her back more, rising up on her knees to give the dog more room. She was panting as hard as he was. The weight of her tits hanging down from her chest excited her more and more. Everything seemed to excite her. Closing her eyes, Joyce tried to picture how the two of them looked...dog and woman, both on the same bed, the animal in complete control, his body nearly covering hers. The image came and made her groan.
"Yes, oh God, yes!"
Joyce rolled onto her back again, spreading her legs for his sharp muzzle. Willie pushed into her cunt with his snout, snuffing and panting in the steamy pussy. The woman cried out, twisting like a snake on the bed, kicking one leg out as the tense, hot thrills built in her cunt.
"NO, OHHHHH, NOOO!"
She was doing it again. She could feel herself building to an orgasm, exploding like a can of lit gasoline! Raising her head a little, she glanced at the growling animal between her legs. She could see the dark red cock slipping an inch or two out of the furry sheath, glistening with pre-cum. Joyce shivered, her eyes focused tightly on the prick. That was his cock, the thing he used to fuck bitches. She'd seen Willie mounting female dogs at times in the backyard-seen his forelegs wrapped around the other dog's body, his narrow hips pumping up and down while his prick reamed out the dog's cunt. Once or twice he had fucked the same animal twice or three times in a single hour. Obviously the bitch had been a favorite. Would he think of her that way?
"Oh, OHHHHH!"
Joyce let her head fall back onto the pillow. She smelled the fresh sheets, the fresh pillow casings. Through her head ran a shadowy movie of dogs fucking. She remembered Willie and his antics with the other dogs, and wondered if he'd do the same thing to her. Yes-fucking, fucking-dogs fucking in two's, three's, packs. Would they all gang up on her the next time she ran out of the house, somehow knowing she'd fucked her pet German shepherd and was now fair game for other animals?
Joyce thought of this and babbled with excitement, stretching out both hands and holding his head down as he lapped her cuntal slit open. She was sitting up now, watching the dog lick her cunt. His tongue rubbed over her flooding cunt-meat. She watched her clit forced down as the dog wagged his doggie hips and shook more of his red cock out. Her pussy-hair clung together in wet, blonde clumps along the edge of her pussylips.
"Yes, oh God in heaven, yes."
She crossed her legs, making her cunt open to the dog's persistent licking. Glancing down, she saw the tendons in her thighs bulging out whenever Willie slurped upward through the length of her cunt.
The dog saw this and closed his sharp teeth down on her clit. The effect was immediate and commanding. Joyce stiffened, throwing back her shoulders while digging her nails into the coverlet. She fell back on the bed in a fury of tingling thrills. She flailed the bed with her fists, beating the mattress with the backs of her legs. Nothing, nothing could stop the beautiful, rushing orgasm building between her thighs. Yes, yes, she wanted the dog-wanted him to lick her until she went mad with delight. And then couldn't she fight off the morality she'd had all her life and take his prick and . . . ?
"No, no...."
The woman had to repeat that word over and over again, as if saying it would keep her from doing that terrible act. No, she wouldn't fuck Willie-wouldn't let him stick his cock in her cunt.
"Oh God, God-fuck, fuck...."
Thank God he couldn't understand her. Joyce was sure she wouldn't have been able to stop the animal if he'd decided to fuck her. Instead he kept on licking, moving his teeth sensuously along her thighs. Pleasure boiled up from her cunt, spreading to her tits and asshole. She trembled on the brink of orgasm. The hot juices wet her cunt and wet the animal's furry muzzle. She could hear the slick sounds of his mouth on her pussy. It sucked and clicked on her cunt with each delicious movement he made. Yes, oh God, yes-things like this just didn't happen all the time. She needed that dog, needed his tongue going in and out of her juicy pussy.
"OHHHHHH, NOOOOOO!"
Her lust peaked. Jerking like a speared fish, Joyce felt herself coming. It was as if a brick wall had crashed down on her body. She whipped her legs against the bed harder, hugging Willie's body with the insides of her knees as he brought her to the final explosion. It was a hurt so keen that she thought she was going to faint from pleasure. She couldn't stop moving, throwing up her cunt, shifting it from side to side, squirming on the bed as Willie made strange animal sounds deep in his throat.
"Ohhhhhh...."
He was going crazy, taking her cunt mound between his teeth and shaking it gently. His fangs pressed maddeningly into the tender flesh while his tongue lapped the wild pleasure from her body. Joyce kept whimpering, wishing it would all be over, wishing it would go on and on.
"Fuck, fuck...."
Joyce hadn't really meant to touch the dog under his belly. But things were whirling around so crazily in her head that the woman didn't know what she was doing. Her right hand slipped down, the thinning hair until she felt his cock brush against her wrist. She thought about curling her fingers around it, about jacking him off, but that was too gross, even for her. Instead she just left it there and found Willie knew what to do. He was humping his prick against her touch, moving over to one side and rubbing that knobby boner against her knee and shin.
"Uhhhh...Willie...."
The animal whimpered, then flattened himself against her body. He was coming, shooting his jizz fast and hard against her thighs and sides. She felt the sticky stuff splattering her forcefully. The dog kept moaning and howling as she tried to wiggle away now from the spurting blasts of hot animal cum.
"Ugh!"
She forced herself up through the comforting warm glow that had spread over her body. She'd cum just before the dog; her lust was somewhat tempered by feeling the animal's jizz shooting against her legs.
"No...oh God, no...."
Everything seemed to whirl around crazily. The room spun, then disappeared. When she came to her senses, Joyce found herself in the bathroom, the door locked behind her. She could hardly stand. She sucked in huge lungfuls of air and looked at her face in the mirror. Willie's warm doggie jizz was dribbling down her legs. The poor animal hadn't meant to do anything wrong. It was only natural for him to hump against her, to drive out his jizz. Oh, why had she let things go this far? Why hadn't she stopped him when he came into the room? Of course she couldn't have stopped him. She'd wanted him, almost forced him to touch her, to lick her off, to almost fuck her.
"I can't go on like this, I just can't let it happen again...."
Joyce sobbed into her hands. Why couldn't she think straight any longer? She needed a drink. Perhaps some liquor would clear her head, although she rarely touched the stuff. But she knew drinking blurred everything so well. When she was still trying to make a go of her marriage, Joyce discovered that vodka made her forget about her husband, about the way he made love, about the way he'd leave her high and dry while he fell off to sleep on the other side of the bed.
Quickly turning on the shower, she tried to drive out all thoughts of the dog, of the way his tongue had felt. She turned the doorknob after drying herself and moved cautiously down the hall. There he was, still sitting on the bed, his front paws in front of him, his bushy tail wagging contentedly back and forth. Joyce held her breath. It was as if he were claiming the bed to be his. She closed her eyes and shook her head violently. No, no-that was crazy-demented!
"You've got to leave me alone, you crazy dog," she said, turning around and walking toward the stairs.
She could hear him jumping off the bed, padding down the corridor behind her. Well, she didn't have to worry about him pouncing on her. He was satisfied and she felt rather good, considering. Considering? Joyce laughed, clutching the bottom ball of the handrail. Of course she felt good. Why shouldn't she, especially after that little performance she had put on upstairs.
Searching through a cabinet in the kitchen, the woman found a half-filled bottle of vodka pushed to the rear. Reaching for a glass tumbler, she poured the clear liquid out, gulping the potent stuff while studying Willie.
"You've got to leave me alone-understand?"
She gulped down more. An immediate warmth spread in her belly. Her thighs still retained that warm, sexy glow the German shepherd's licking had given her. Right or wrong, it had been wonderful, more satisfying than anything she'd ever had with her husband. Joyce wondered if any man could make her feel that way.
Taking her drink to the front room, she sat on the sofa, absently toying with her hair while finishing her drink. She was naked, stark naked. Joyce guessed she should get something and throw it over her shoulders. After all, her daughter would be coming in sooner or later. What would she tell Tina if she should come in with friends and find her mother spread-eagled on the sofa, a drink in her hands and a dog between her legs. "Oh God!"
Joyce covered her face and laughed, a little drunkenly. The vodka was beginning to work. She felt a warm tingle spreading like a balm all over her. Yes, it was good-good to finally be satisfied sexually! Oh, why couldn't she have found that sort of pleasure with a man? It was odd that no man had really made an open pass, although there had been plenty of looks that suggested something more than simple admiration.
"Come here, boy," she cooed.
Willie moved a little closer to her, wagging his tail. She was sitting there alone in that large sofa as Willie nuzzled her thighs. Her pussy was sensitive to the touch, but the animal's tongue was still good. She scooted down, opening her knees.
"You're a bad, bad dog," she breathed, closing her eyes.
He was licking her again. But this time he was far more gentle. Her need for sex had been diminished by their tryst in the upstairs bedroom. Now his tongue felt like a warm, wet feather caressing her cunt. Joyce squirmed on the couch, nearly spilling her drink. The only sounds in the house now were sexy, wet sounds. She could smell her musky cunt growing hotter and hotter. Didn't she have a limit? Could she really be this aroused after having achieved an orgasm only minutes ago?
Joyce whimpered as Willie built the tension in her cunt again. Perhaps it was because she hadn't had sex for so long. Maybe that was the reason she was responding so quickly to the big animal. Besides, she was a little drunk now. She had never gotten used to alcohol.
"Yes, yessss...."
Joyce smiled, feeling her breathing quicken. All she had to do was sit there. She didn't have to move a muscle if she didn't want to. Willie would bring Her off. She moved a little to give him more of her flushed, wet cunt-meat to nibble on. The woman relaxed again in the deep cushions, feeling her pussy grow hot and wet. She didn't think about Tina now. Her daughter wouldn't be home for some time. Well, that was fine. She'd let the animal have his fun now, then trot back upstairs with him. Trot? What a choice of words!
"Ohhhh God, good-so very, very good," she sighed, staring dreamily down at the lapping animal. Yes, it would be incredibly good this time around.
In another part of the neighborhood, Tina was enjoying herself immensely. The party had been Bobby's idea, something that he had got into his mind before Tina had shown up in her seductive tennis outfit. He wanted to call all his friends up immediately and cancel. But it was too late. Some of them started showing up with brown paper bags. Tina stood there smiling, feeling a little disappointed about not being alone with Bobby. It would be a long time before she'd manage to work him away from his friends to the bedroom.
As daytime parties went, this one was wild. Bobby's parents wouldn't be back until late. Everyone seemed to be in a crazy mood. For one thing, Bobby was acting more amorous than she had thought he would, making moves to get her upstairs into his bedroom. But then someone would come along and talk to him. At times he left her alone. Well, she didn't mind. Dancing in her tennis skirt revealed her willowy figure, her coltish legs. Underneath, she'd worn bright blue panties, which she thought would excite Bobby. Of course they were attracting plenty of attention at the party. And as she danced, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulders, she tossed her head around, feeling terribly sexy now that she wasn't a virgin. Would Bobby notice? Would he figure out some way to get away from his friends without causing attention?
"There's Brad Tiffany...good buddy of mine at school. Know him?" Tina stopped dancing and turned her head. Yes, she'd seen Brad Tiffany around school before, but hadn't really paid much attention to him. He was kind of stuck-up, being star quarterback on the football team and all that. Tina had secretly admired him and had played with her pussy all night once, pretending it was Brad exciting her. But now she had Bobby and didn't really care to find anyone else for the moment. Or so she thought.
"How you doin'? " Brad said, shaking Bobby's hand and eyeing Tina.
The blonde teen blushed, studying Brad's date solemnly. She was wearing an old pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She had a slow, dopey look and kept pulling at the frizzy tangles of her black hair. It gave Tina a funny feeling when Brad pulled the girl close and rubbed a hand over her ass. The girl-her name was Barbara-nuzzled dreamily against Brad's chest and rolled her ass against his fingers. Tina could see they fucked regularly. Tina had heard that any girl who went out with Brad Tiffany had better be ready to put out when he wanted it.
"Come on, I'll show you around. You haven't been around here much," Bobby said, slipping one arm under Brad's and guiding him away.
The big quarterback flashed a telling look at Tina, then pulled his date after him. Tina gazed after the three departing figures, then turned and walked over to the punch bowl. A girl she knew at school was pouring more liquor into a reddish liquid. Tina took a glass and waited for her to finish.
"Did you see the look Brad Tiffany was giving you?" the girl giggled, scooping out some of the spiked punch and pouring it into her cup.
"No, not really," Tina answered coolly, feeling blood rush to her head.
Of course she'd noticed. It had burned right through her clothing, making her pussy swell and her nipples harden. But she was with Bobby. Why should she want to play around with another man? How could she get away? No, no, she shouldn't be thinking things like this.
"Oh, I know it's none of my business," the nosy girl kept on, leaning over the punch bowl like a conspirator, "but when it's somebody like Brad, well, a girl's gotta know just who's after him because...."
"Well, you don't have to worry about me," Tina said, not able to take much more of her chatter. "I don't want him. He's all yours."
She turned away and walked to one corner of the large recreation room. Couples were dancing while the music droned and thumped on. In a moment Bobby, Brad and Barbara returned. The girl looked more looped than ever, making Tina wonder if she was "on" something. Knowing Brad's reputation for wild things, she wouldn't have been surprised if she were!
"I'm going out to pick up some more booze with the guys. I'll be back in about an hour. Keep everything going," Bobby said, giving her a tight squeeze.
Tina was about to offer to go, then caught Brad's long, hot stare. Her words died in her mouth. She turned and waved goodbye as Bobby disappeared.
"Let's dance," she heard him tell his date.
Tina strayed back over to the punch bowl where the nosy girl, thank God, had gone. She watched them dance. God, he was sexy-really sexy! His longish black hair splashed over his eyes, making him look rakish, almost like a pirate. His wild eyes, his broad, strong shoulders, his well-developed pecs made him a formidable opponent both on the playing field and in the sack.
Tina took another drink of the spiked punch, feeling buzzy and dreamy. His date was getting more and more smashed, clinging to his shoulders now like a damp rag. Brad moved with some difficulty over to a chair and set her down, folding her arms in front of her. The girl smiled, then passed out quickly.
Brad shook his head, then backed up to Tina.
"Come on, let's go upstairs. I've got something for you," he said, fishing out two funny twisted rolls of something. In a flash she realized it was grass!
"I...I don't take that kind of stuff. I...."
Of course she'd tried it in high school. But it made her afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.
"Come on, it's freaky. Barb and I were gonna try it. But she's not much in a mood for anything," Brad whispered, almost touching her neck with his tongue and lips.
Tina felt her flesh crawl. Well, why not? No one seemed to be noticing their conversation. Shrugging her shoulders, she moved through the dancers and into the hall. Halfway up the stairs she felt Brad's fingers curl around hers. He was pulling her up, up the darkened stairs to Bobby's bedroom. What new adventures were in store for her there?
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was dark, so dark in that room. Brad had turned on a small light after drawing the drapes and blinds. Why did he have to make it like a tomb in here? She saw the lighter and squinted as the flame shot out. Then, as he lit both joints, she smelled that funny sweet odor of burning grass. It made her head dizzy before she'd even taken a drag.
"Come on," he insisted, holding out one burning joint while inserting the other into his mouth and inhaling deeply. "It's not going to kill you."
Tentatively Tina took the joint and held it to her lips. She inhaled, held, exhaled, repeating the same action again and again until she thought she was flying to the ceiling.
"Far-out weed, ain't it?"
He was next to her now, touching his lips to her neck. Tina looked at him, too afraid and excited to say a word. Then suddenly he was pushing her up against the wall. She felt his strong body crushing her back. Her ass flattened from the pressure. Tina was breathing heavily, and then not at all. But she couldn't be sure if that was from the weed or Brad.
"You're real nice-real, real nice," Brad repeated dreamily, over and over.
He started kissing her earlobe. His words changed her mood completely. The fear went away, and was replaced by a warm, pulsing goodness in her belly and cunt. She knew she was high, unable to take care of her self all that well.
"I wanna eat your cunt, really eat you out 'til you can't talk," he said.
Eating cunt? The girl squirmed against his moving hips.
"I can't...breathe...."
His mouth was teasing hers. She didn't feel so sure of herself anymore. It wasn't the way it had been with Bobby. There, after her first fears went away, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. But with Brad her feelings were completely different. Here was someone new, someone who had a reputation for hard, wild fucking. Was she ready for someone like that?
He traced a hand down her side, moving farther and farther down. Tina gasped against his neck. Unconsciously, she kissed him there. He smelled musky and good. But where was his date? Where was Bobby? Oh yes, they were gone, gone for a long, long time. She shivered. Somehow this wasn't right.
"Lemme suck your tongue."
Moaning, the girl gave it to him willingly, a little too willingly. But what the hell. He wasn't fucking her...yet. All she had to do was call out for help, to scream for him to stop and it would all be over.
Brad bit and sucked at her tongue until she whimpered through her nose. His hand had cupped upward, his fingers curling against her nylon-covered cuntal mound. He pushed in far enough for the dampness of her pussy to leak through the nylon and wet his finger.
"Ohhhh, I don't think we'd better...."
Tina was panting too hard to finish. Somehow, in some crazy way, Brad had slipped a finger under the elastic leg band and was toying with her pussy curls. It made the girl pant harder. She shook her head from side to side, begging him to stop, yet wishing he would go all the way.
"Christ, you're a hot little number, aren't you?" he said, laughing a little.
He was playing her like a musical instrument, tuning her higher and higher until she couldn't say no to his advances. His chest was rising and falling mightily while his fingers played havoc with her cunt.
"Your date...."
"Fuck her. She's off in another world. She wouldn't mind anyway," Brad whispered.
Tina was going to bring up Bobby. But why should she? She'd already decided she'd go along with this hunk, do whatever he wanted her to. She was backing up, feeling his hands crawling freely now all over her body. The bed brushed the backs of her legs. Then he playfully shoved her onto the bed. He was unbuckling her sandals.
"Wh...what are you doing?"
He was sucking her toes, tickling the sensitive spots between them with his tongue. She felt the bottom of her right foot being tickled, maddeningly. He grabbed both feet now and was kissing them, moving his tongue up the back of one calf, down the other. Oh, it felt so wild, so incredibly good! The girl had never imagined anything like this in her sexiest dreams. Of course Bobby was good. But he didn't do this, didn't tongue and lick her like...some dog or something! "No, OOOOOO...."
Weakly, she tried kicking him away. But oh, when he kissed her on the soft, fleshy place behind her knee, she went crazy.
"Please...."
How had she gotten onto her stomach? She felt hands pushing her white tennis skirt up. Then fingers were hooking over the elastic waistband of her panties. Tina gasped as the nylon was pulled down over her asscheeks. She made a quick lunge with both hands to catch Brad's wrists. But her briefs were pulled down her thighs, over her knees, and finally gone!
"Wait...don't, don't...."
Tina gasped again and again, knowing things were out of her control. Brad was so strong. He wasn't listening to anything she said. His cheeks were wedged now between her thighs. His mouth was there, on her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHHH...."
It was as if some trap door had suddenly opened for her. She was spinning down, down, wonderfully down. And the feel of Brad's lips as they forced her inner cuntlips apart...She had a vague feeling of guilt in her mind, but the wonderful sensuality of the moment overrode everything else. All she could think of was Brad's grip on her body, the way his mustache felt rubbing against her cuntlips, the way his tongue moved so smoothly up and down her asscheeks. The girl knew she didn't have the power to stop him. Physically, he was stronger than she was. And emotionally, well, she didn't really want to push him away. Yes, she loved what was happening to her, enjoyed the wild touch of his mouth and tongue. The girl wanted it to go on forever! Thoughts about Bobby, her mother and Barbara faded from her mind. "Yeah, yeah...."
It was a strange feeling, knowing he had her spread open, helpless. Her chest heaved as he moved his head from side to side, burrowing deeper between her outer cuntlips.
"Ohhhhh, you're...you're going to...unnghhh, oh God, I can't breathe!" She gasped.
Tina felt the flooding cuntal juices seeping from her pussy, wetting Brad's cheeks and her thighs. The tickling of his kisses was more delicate than the rough fucking she'd had the first time. But Tina had no doubt that Brad was quite capable of driving his cock in like a guided missile when he wanted.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah. I'm gonna fuck you hard. You wanna get fucked hard?"
The words burned into Tina's brain.
"Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me real hard!" she panted, clawing at the sheets. She wanted to feel his prickhead ramming her insides, sucking out all her guts, splattering his cum so hard that it would knock her against the banging headboard.
"Man, you're a real hot one, know that? Man, your cunt's practically burnin' up my fuckin' mouth," Brad said.
Tina had never really thought about having a man doing this to her. In God's name, had her mother ever done this with her father? She doubted it. Joyce had let a few things slip out about her husband to her daughter. One of them concerned her unsatisfactory sex life with him. Well, it was too bad. She'd have to tell her mother in some way without casting suspicion on herself that it was great having a man eat your pussy!
Brad wasn't just kissing her pussy. He was licking deep into her cunt, digging as if he were searching for something. Yes, of course-he was looking for a hotter place, a more sensitive spot that would drive her wilder.
"Th...there, oh yes, there-lick me there, suck me there!"
Tina was bobbing her tight young ass around in tight, frantic circles, feeling his tongue scraping over a particularly sensitive fold. She thought she'd piss from all the excitement. Oh, now he was rimming her, dragging the tip of his tongue from the bottom of her cuntlips up to her clit, then coming back down the other side. And all the while the bristly hairs of his mustache tickled the slick folds of her cunt. It was heavenly-wonderful! And when he touched her with his fingers, toying with her clit, threatening to crush the tiny sex organ under his ragged thumbnail, Tina sighed with delight. "Ummmm!"
She stiffened, then relaxed, as a powerful pre-orgasmic thrill washed over her.
"Ohhh, what are you doing . . . ? " He turned her onto her back and held her cuntlips apart with his fingers as he scoured each hollow with his tongue. Tina was snapping her head from side to side, kicking her legs up, banging the insides of her thighs hard against his head. He was exploring her, discovering the curves and dips of her cunt. His strong fingers pushed into the muscles just above her knees. He was spreading her apart inch by excruciating inch. Oh, she was going to cum hard. Already Tina could sense the power building up deep in her pussy. There was tremendous pressure, a pressure that would send her sailing off the bed in a wild series of spasms. "Unngohhhhhhh...."
Without thinking, Tina started moving her hips, pumping them up and down in slow, fucking movements. It would have been impossible for her not to. It was just like when Bobby had fucked her the first time. She had to move when he was toying with her. And now she squirmed like a lizard. Brad's love-making was twice as tantalizing. She clawed at the bedspread with her fingers, her hair tangling around her throat and ears. When his hot tongue snaked into her navel, she shivered, running her nails through his long hair and crying out.
"Stop...PLEASE STOP!"
She caught her breath.
"Bobby'll be back and find us. I shouldn't be doing this with you. And Barbara...."
Brad made her sit up. He was pulling her tennis top off. Her arms felt weak, flopping over her head as he pulled the tight top up. It slid over her tits, frictioned the nipples, then slipped over her head. Brad threw it to one side and caught her face in his hands. Her head was bent back. Her mouth opened for his lips. She wanted him, wanted him to kiss her, to fuck her. She didn't want to hear him talk about Bobby and Barbara. That was something she just had said, something she could clear with her conscience later.
"Ohhhhhhh God, God...."
Brad was covering her lips with his. He started kissing her wildly. She felt a flood of hot cunt juice wet her pussylips. Brad ran his fingers gingerly along her cunt, toying with the curly hairs. Tina closed her legs again, but his touch parted them, and he found her clit once more. "UNNGHHH...."
He rolled one thumb back and forth until Tina was clinging to his neck and whimpering, begging him with little grunts to increase his love-making. Oh, she wanted him to be brutal now, to force her to fuck him.
"Want me to eat you again?"
Tina lowered her eyes, feeling her face turn bright red. She didn't care. She didn't care what he did just as long as he satisfied her. Her breathing now was out of control. She was gasping, fighting for her breath as he kept eating her out.
Then suddenly things changed. Brad rolled onto his back, still holding tightly onto her. Tina didn't know what he wanted. But he was so self-assured, so strong, that the girl was certain he'd guide her well.
"Come on, honey, get on top. I'm gonna show you how you can really get high on fucking," Brad said, pulling her over.
Tina sighed. Soon she found herself straddling his shoulders, her knees bent so that her legs pointed back alongside his body. It felt so odd, so strange, so awkward. She felt clumsy, while Brad seemed like such a pro. But he seemed to be enjoying himself with her. She could tell from his grunts, from his breathing, from the things he was calling her, that He loved being in bed with her. "Oh yeah, yeah...."
Brad caressed her body gently, curling his fingers at times and scraping her flesh. He slid his hands around her firm little ass, tickling her around her taint, then moving his fingers back to her shitter, where he toyed with her asshole.
"Oh, OHHHH!"
Tina was high, dizzy with sex. Her thin arms braced the mattress as Brad kneaded her asscheeks with his hands. He moved so that her throbbing cunt rubbed against his mouth.
"Suck me, suck meeee...."
Hot, strange flashes tore through her pussy. Tina had never felt anything quite like this before. She flexed her asscheeks, hunching down and forward, actually fucking his mouth! She felt his teeth cut along the edges of her inner cuntlips. She threw back her head and groaned, riding the big man like an experienced cowgirl. She didn't know this guy well, had never dated him. And yet there they were, doing what she'd never dreamed of! What a wild little slut she was turning out to be! Her mother had been right in keeping her under lock and key.
God only knew what kind of trouble she'd have gotten into earlier.
She felt his tongue searching along her slick cuntlips. She felt it spear suddenly into her cunt. Oh, it was pointed just like a cock! Tina stiffened again, drawing her hands up her chest and fondling her tits. She felt the stiff nipples against her palms. She rubbed them briskly, letting out short pants while she felt his tongue stab up, pulling slowly back, then stab back up her cunt again. Oh, he was actually tasting her as if she were some exotic food!
"Ohhhh, baby, you're nice and hot and fine down there," he groaned.
The vibrations of his speech in her pussy tickled her maddeningly. Tina danced her pussy all over his face while she felt his fingers trace along her backbone, then move around to her tiny waist. More of her cunt juices seeped out to wet his cheeks and lips. She cried out again, rolling her hips back and feeling them brush over his bearded chin. Having those wiry hairs tickling her cuntlips was driving her half-mad. How long could she keep this up before coming in his mouth? Tina knew she could have him eat her out all night and still keep on going until morning.
"OHHHHHHH fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she yowled.
Brad backed off, feeling her hunching just a bit too rapidly for his taste. He didn't want the girl to pop off just now. He hadn't even had a chance to stick her with his cock, and the big man wanted to give her a fuck she wouldn't soon forget. He reached down and rubbed his prick, tracing his tongue lightly around her tense, eager pussylips. He sighed, thanking God he'd managed to corral this one in the sack. He hadn't seen anything this hot and young for a long, long time. Brad hoped Barbara had passed out for several hours.
Tina was moving her hips faster now, having calmed down somewhat. He licked hungrily at her clit, sopping up her flowing cunt juices, telling her how hot and fine he thought she was. She loved it when his teeth cut her more and more. Oh, she loved it and started pumping her ass in the steady hunching spasms of fucking. She was fucking his mouth like a maniac and loving it. It was unbelievable how that tiny tickle was building. She let her head hang between her arms and plunged around like a mare in heat.
"Uh...uh...uh...."
Gasps broke from her throat. She felt Brad's fingers snaking under her. They rubbed the small hollows of her thighs, where they met her body. Tina had the burning desire for him to finger her cunt while he licked. Brad seemed to read her mind. He slipped two fingers together and slid them suddenly into her convulsing cunt. "OhhhhhHHHH!"
The girl went wild. She almost collapsed on the bed. But somehow her shaking arms held. She was drooling, shaking her head, loving the sensation of her silky blonde hair splashing over her face. Brad was fucking in and out of her with his fingers, sucking her clit in the tiny space between his teeth. She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough friction. But when the tickle became too teasing, Tina forced herself to quit bucking so that Brad could eat her pussy better. And oh, oh-how those fingers felt working in her body! Tina threw away all caution as she hunched and fucked into this near-stranger's mouth. She was a new woman now, one who cared only for the pleasure she could draw from her body. Fucking. Yes, fucking. How good it felt now.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Fuck me, oh God, fuck meee...."
Tina couldn't believe it. She was actually begging him to fuck her. Oh, if her mother could see her now, she'd be tossed out of the house and banished forever. But the girl just didn't care. She felt him digging against her soft, slick cuntal lining, plowing his knuckles against the clasping folds. Tina felt her cunt trying to grab hold of his fingers as if they were a prick. The feverish, itching thrills became stronger and stronger. She had no control anymore. She felt herself come with a wild fury.
The girl curved her body, holding the sides of Brad's head as her ass wriggled all over his face. She wanted it all-his mouth, his nose, his chin, his tongue! Oh, this coming was slow, agonizingly slow! It was much slower than it had been with Bobby when he fucked the hell out of her with his prick. Maybe this is the way it was with a tongue.
"NOOOOWAWWWWHhhh!"
Each explosion racked her senses. Tina could feel the glossy rub, the tickle that grew to an itch and then to an aching madness. It was slow . . .oh, so very, very slow. Did anything in the world matter except this?
"Ohhhh, ohhhh...."
Tina didn't even remember the last of it. She was in a paradise of slick, satiny emotions that overwhelmed her. She was on her back, her legs spread and twitching. Her lips were dry. Licking them, the girl turned her head and stared at Brad. Oh God, how he turned her on. There was something there that made her guess he was the best fuck around. How lucky she'd been to have him now. And then it occurred to her. He hadn't stuck his prick into her. He was still lying there, his trousers opened, his long prick sticking out, caressed by his fingers.
"You...you didn't come?"
"Not yet, baby, not yet."
Even after having come that slowly and that hard, Tina was still hot. Her hot little pussy was pressed down against the bed, wetting it. Her cunt tightened.
"I want...want you to fuck me."
No sooner had she gotten the words out than they heard a car pull up in the drive. She sat upright, crossing her arms over her tits. It was Bobby. No, she didn't want him to see her like this.
"I've got to go," she said, sliding off the bed, trying to ignore the hot rubbing sensation of her cuntlips against her clit.
"Come on. Maybe he'd like to join us...you know, two guys and a girl. Betcha we'd drive you fuckin' nuts,' Brad said, rolling over onto his side and smiling dreamily at her.
How could he be saying things like that, lying there with his prick sticking out like a pole. He should be getting dressed. Bobby would kill him and kill her if he knew what had happened here.
"You can call me later. Here's my number," she whispered, scribbling down her phone number while she scooped up one sandal and grabbed the other. She dressed hurriedly, watching Brad stick the small paper in his pants, then slide his cock back into his Levi's.
"You're wild, baby. I'm not gonna let you go," he said, rolling off the bed, then turning around to straighten the coverlet.
Tina didn't want to take a chance of losing courage and falling back into his arms. She rushed out of the room, slipping her sandals back on and straightening her tennis skirt and jersey. It was only when she was halfway down the stairs that she realized she'd left her panties. Forget them! She had to get out of there. She was weak and giddy and half-crazed from the wonderful things he'd done to her. But she had to run. She'd freaked and she knew it. Maybe it was the grass and the whole weird evening.
"Tina...."
She didn't want to turn back, to face Brad. It had been a mistake to give him her number. She shouldn't have said anything. Oh, God, what had she done? She reached the recreation room out of breath, pushing her blonde hair from her eyes.
"Wow, honey, you know how to run," a low voice rumbled behind her.
It was Barbara. She was smiling dreamily. Her eyes didn't really seem to focus at all.
"Bobby...Bobby's back. I'd better go and see...."
"Oh, is Brad through messing around with you?"
The question made Tina shrink. She looked around to make sure no one had heard her. "No, we...well, you kinda passed out and...."
Tina felt herself all tangled up. And there was Barbara, standing there with that dopey smile. She wanted to hit that fuzz-brained slut, but thought better of it.
"Hey, it's okay. Brad goes around fuckin' a lotta girls. But he always comes home to good old Barbara," she slurred, pointing to her belly and swaying back and forth. Tina liked her better unconscious.
"That's nice," she said, pushing by the girl and hurrying into the big living room. There was no one there. She ducked into the kitchen and found Bobby putting some beer and wine into the refrigerator.
"I want to go home," she said, brushing back her hair again.
"What? Hey, it's only eight o'clock. Come on, the party's just geting good now. We've got all night to...."
How could she tell him she'd fucked around with Brad? Somehow it seemed wrong to go into his arms after having just slipped from his friend's.
"No, I'm...sick. I'm sorry, but I don't think I'd be much fun. Please, Bobby," she pleaded.
Tina panicked. All she needed was for Brad or Barbara to come waltzing in and tell Bobby what happened. She turned around nervously, wondering if the two of them were in the bedroom fucking. She hoped so. That would give her enough time to get out and sort her confused feelings. "Okay, okay," he said.
Disappointment was in his voice. She wished she could stay. Oh, her cunt was so hot, so tight and wet. The sucking Brad had given it hadn't quite satisfied her, and Bobby had returned too soon for Brad to give her the fucking he'd promised. She knew he wanted to fuck her. And how she wanted to have that prick spearing her, spreading her apart, touching her clit, then screwing down, down into her cunt! But no, it just wasn't meant to be. And she just couldn't stay at that party with Brad and his doped-up girlfriend there smirking at her, maybe even making a few comments about how "easy" she'd been to make in the bedroom. Let Bobby find that out on his own, if he had to. She wasn't going to be a witness to her own terrible humiliation.
When Bobby stopped in front of her house, Tina darted out of the car and ran up the long walk. She heard him peeling rubber as he careened around the drive and back onto the street. He was mad. She didn't care. No, it didn't matter all that much. She was changed somehow. The grass, Brad doing all those wonderful, strange things to her...She felt dizzy. Maybe she was sick. There were some lights on in the house, but she didn't really want to go inside yet. Her mother would be there, wondering where on earth she'd been all day. Surely she could have called, come home for dinner--something. It would be the same old argument--and a thundering one, Tina thought. She felt guilty and nervous. She had to think of something to tell Joyce.
Moving around one side of the house, Tina walked slowly through the tall grass. At the end of the small path she saw the formal garden her mother had been working on for all those lonely years.
The girl stood in the middle of the garden, closing her eyes and drinking in the cool, delicious sensation of the early evening breeze against her body. The sun was just setting. Several stars were visible ahead. It was good, good to be alive. A gentle breeze brushed over her naked ass, reminding her of her panties. Brad probably had them in his pocket as a trophy. He might even be brandishing them around now, laughing with the others, telling them about how hot and anxious she'd been for a fucking, and how he'd left her high and dry. She could imagine Bobby's face turning red and darkening. Would there be a fight? Would the two men swing over her? Or would they embrace and laugh, swapping stories about how she fucked, no how she moaned, how she moved her ass while they...Oh, it was disgusting to think like this. She had to give herself a chance, give them a chance. What she wouldn't give now to have either of them holding her, guiding her to some patch of dry grass there in her mother's garden and . . .
Something that glinted in the light from the full moon caught her eye. She bent down, getting to her knees in the grass. It was just a rock, one of the many Joyce had brought in and never really fixed in final position. She sat there in that kneeling position, her eyes glazing over, her mind drifting back to the spree she and Brad had had in the bedroom. The girl couldn't hear Willie padding behind her. Another cool breeze blew her hair back. She sighed, turning over the rock absently and thinking about Brad, about Bobby.
"OH!"
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted when a sudden, hot wash of a tongue drove between her asscheeks. Tina jerked so hard from surprise that she fell on her left side in the damp grass. It was Willie. Before she had a chance to say or do anything, he was on top of her. His strong legs bumped the insides of her thighs. She craw-fished backward, trying to get up, slapping at the animal. What in God's name had gotten into him? He was always so friendly, so cheerful when she came home. And now he was attacking her. Tina drew her hands to her throat, expecting him to start tearing at her flesh. She wanted to scream out, to call for her mother, for the police. But she was frozen with terror. The best she could do was let out a tight, dry hiss from between her lips. The animal's eyes glowed in the night.
"No, good Willie, come on, boy, don't...don't hurt me," she whispered.
The dog turned his head to one side, letting his tongue hang out. He whimpered, pinning back his ears and lowering his head. No, he wasn't going to attack her. He wasn't mad. Something strange was going on, something that made Tina a little sick. Something instinctive told the girl to get out while the getting was good.
"No, no," she said a little more forcefully, trying to scramble to her feet.
The dog nuzzled more forcefully against her thighs. His long tongue quickly divided her swollen cunt slit. It was still hot from the licking Brad had given it. And now, oh, it was growing hotter, tighter, so wet from the animal's touch. Touch? Oh God, he was going to lick her off, eat her out! She had heard some women let animals eat them out in Tijuana, Mexico. She gasped as he dug deep enough to rake her clit.
"Willie! Ohhhh, what's gotten into you...ughhhh...."
She remembered him nosing her earlier. Lots of dogs nosed around, looking for God only knows what. But this was different. This was more than just some simple animal fact of life. There was a purpose in his actions now. He was after her hot little cunt. He was excited! The thought made her heart pound. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Willie hadn't ever indicated any kind of sexual interest in her. Why now, why all of a sudden had he followed her here and . . . ?
"UNNGHHHHH...."
A dog was eating her cunt. But what made it worse was that with each passing second his mouth was bringing back that wonderful, exciting heat she'd felt earlier. It was as if he were a second Brad, Brad's stand-in, so to speak. The thought made her giggle, her laughter quickly turning to a groan as the animal's tongue stiffened and brought out more and more pussy juice.
"Mmmmm...."
Her cunt was so hot, so silky, so smooth. His tongue caressed her the way Brad's had earlier. But she couldn't give in to these feelings. Having a man do this to you was one thing. But a German shepherd?
"No!" she said sharply.
Tina somehow pushed the dog back. She twisted around and scrambled to her hands and knees, whimpering through her nose. Oh, why hadn't she taken the time to find her panties back there? She had wanted to get out, to leave the house before Bobby had a chance to learn what happened. But now the girl realized it would have been more prudent to risk discovery than let herself become a victim to the pursuing animal. "OH!"
Tina covered her mouth, falling to the ground as the dog pounced and knocked her off balance. No, she didn't want the neighbors or her mother to find her like this, half-dressed, fighting off a dog's amorous advances. Tina knew she'd have to get out of this one on her own. And it would be hard to do so. She felt the strong legs on her back; the underside of his body was pressing and pumping against her ass. Then something terribly hot, slick and sharp was stabbing at her cunt. The horror of what had almost happened brought her weakly to her feet.
"Oh no, NO! He can't be wanting to fuck me," she panted out loud.
That thought made her really sick. The starry sky spun around while her stomach bucked and turned over. Fucked by a dog? No, no-that would surely kill her! Tina stretched her arms out in front of her, blindly staggering through the dark garden.
Damn her mother! Those rocks were scattered all over the place, making her trip and stumble with every step she took! Willie was behind her, nipping at her heels. He bit her several times. The bites weren't hard. He was simply trying to catch an ankle and bring her down again. She felt him lick her naked thighs more than once.
The tree limb loomed at her in the darkness. Panting heavily, the blonde teen hooked her arms over it, scraping with her feet against the big trunk of the oak. The animal swarmed under her flailing legs. She tried to kick him and missed. His muzzle slipped up the inside of one thigh and went deep into her cunt. Willie growled and tossed his head. That sudden wild penetration of her pussy brought a fiery shiver that spread quickly over her flesh. She tried climbing higher, but Tina realized all her strength had been sapped from her confrontation with Brad.
Tina choked, trying to get air back into her lungs. Willie was making funny noises as he plowed her cuntlips open and licked up the hot cunt juice that was flowing again. It was so crazy, so damned good! How could anything like this be happening?
"Ohhh get away-get away, Willie!"
But of course she didn't mean it at this point. All she could think of was how that stubby fur around his maw was tickling her clit. She gulped in more air, feeling her fingers slipping away from the tree. Reaching down, she touched his ears...those perky, furred doggie ears. His long muzzle and open mouth felt good too. The fury of his attack brought yet another shuddering groan. She was finally getting her breath back. But her back hurt where she'd fallen. And of course she felt so weak! "Nooo...."
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. That was good. She didn't want the world watching what was happening. Willie didn't make the slightest move to obey her. She closed her thighs finally, clamping his paws between them. But Willie growled and closed his jaws down on her flesh. She felt his fangs going deeper as he rolled his eyes up and watched her reaction. His show of intelligence made Tina go dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted. It wasn't an accident any longer. Willie knew what he wanted to do and was using his weapons to make her give in.
"OHHH!"
She opened her body to him again. He let out a small yip and wiggled his nose deeper into her cuntal slit. The rough wetness of his snout excited her clit. Could he know what that little nub was for? Could he actually suspect that touching that thing made her feel so good?
"Ohhhhh...."
The thought of that made her nearly collapse. His tongue drove around and around the clit. After a moment or two, Tina lost the will to fight back or escape. She was going to let him do as he chose. Giving up, she slid to the ground and lay on the cool grass, her arms spread out as if she were getting ready to be crucified. She spread her legs apart as Willie turned around, rested on his belly between her knees and fed.
"Un, OOHHHHHH!"
A sudden fear that her mother was awake knifed through her mind. It seemed a twisted, out of focus thing, like everything else that had happened that night. Thoughts wafted to her in confused images. Over it all, cutting through her senses, was the dog itself. She couldn't speak any longer; she was panting and growling as loudly and heavily as Willie.
"Willie, Willie...." she breathed.
She raised her knees slightly, feeling almost like a dog herself. She couldn't think. Tina realized she was grabbing at the grass, pulling it out in large tufts from the lawn.
"UnnOHHHHHHH!"
She was going to come soon. She was going to come right in the dog's mouth, just as she had in Brad's. Oh, what an evening this was turning out to be!
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh stop, stop it! Stop it, Willie!"
Willie was suddenly licking her belly, going up to her tits, then over to her armpits. He was going crazy, becoming more wild with each passing second. Oh, oh-what made her stay on her back and let him eat her out? What perverse thing in her mind was giving in to the animal, encouraging him to do all these things to her? Why couldn't she jump up and run?
She couldn't do any of those things. She lifted her lashes as the dog lapped at her tits, tickling her nipples, arousing her the way Brad had earlier.
Oh Brad! Would he call? Would he come over and rape her again? Rape? How that made her laugh. She had nearly clawed the flesh off his back and she was thinking of rape.
"UnnoooOOHHH!"
Tina wasn't aware that her hips were moving until the grass shoved between her asscrack and tickled her asshole. Willie was down at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. It was the musky, pungent aroma of her cunt that made him like that. What else could explain it? She stared at his movements, then let her head fall back onto the ground and move from side to side. He was licking at her knees, going to her thighs again, and finally, at last, eating out her pussy once more. Tina pressed herself up to him, spreading her legs until she felt the muscles in her ass cramp with tension.
"Ohhhh, fuck, fuck me, fuck me!"
What was she saying? She drew one hand over her mouth, biting down on the fingers, hating herself for feeling like this. This was too wild, too perverted for her. She couldn't let this go on much longer. If she did, she'd be fucking the dog, encouraging him to do more, maybe even inviting him into her bedroom! Wouldn't her mother like that!
"Jesus...."
She was giving him all of her pussy. Every hidden hollow and fold was exposed, slicked down with his spit. Yes, oh God, yes-let him lick her, lick her clit, swath down her slick fuck-hole.
"UNNGHHHH!"
Tina had to jam her fingers into her mouth to keep from shouting for joy when she came. Razor-sharp jolts sliced through her cunt, making her twist and writhe on the wet grass. Willie's licking was too rough when she came. She spasmed, convulsed inward around her tender and pulsing cunt. It was so good...so awfully, awfully good! The girl thought she was going to pass out from the wild joy tearing at her.
"ANNGHHH!"
And still her orgasm continued. Twice Tina tried kicking the animal away. He was still lapping at her, making her pussy almost hurt with his licking. But the German shepherd kept at it. The animal couldn't be pushed away from the pussy he'd been servicing. He gouged and lapped and drove his nose into her cuntal mouth. Tina was curled in a fetal position, and the animal was wedged between her thighs. She cried out, her face red and pinched as her hips bucked rapidly back and forth. The girl scratched him hard, digging her fingernails into his thick coat. Willie writhed his narrow ass. His paws were widely set on the lawn as he tried to keep her slick cuntlips open to him. "Ohhh no, no, NO!"
Tina bucked backward, rolling and squirming on the grass as her spasms racked her with a pleasure too intense to stand. Brad had been responsible for this-Brad and his wonderful, sucking mouth. He had worked her up, made her cunt so hot that the animal could sniff it a block away. Now it was a dog, her pet German shepherd, that was taking care of her urge.
"Unnghhh!"
Tina didn't know what was happening at first. Then hot streams were striking her thighs. They made stringy lines up and down one side of her body.
"Oh, OHHHHH GOD!"
The girl felt her stomach turn over. He was coming. He had rubbed the furry sheath of his cock against her calf. Now he was humping forward with fast, crazy movements. Each time he did, the red cock shot out doggie cum. It was disgusting, vile!
Grunting like an animal herself, the girl staggered to her feet, fighting down the desire to vomit. This was far too much for her to stand. She wanted to scream, shout out at the coming animal. But thoughts of her mother peering out the kitchen window and figuring out what had happened entered her mind. Better she should leave the garden quietly, making sure Willie didn't follow her inside.
"God in heaven!" she panted.
Tina leaned against the tree, trying to muster the strength to make it to the house. Willie, meanwhile, was whimpering and trying to lick himself where his jizz had shot out. He wheeled about in circles, bobbing his head up and down, then curled into a tight coil and licked his balls.
It was too unreal for her to believe. Tina staggered away from the tree, making it to the kitchen door. She let herself in and closed the door behind her, flipping the lock. Thank God her mother wasn't there at the moment. She could gain control of herself. He was only a horny dog. What happened had nothing to do with her!
"Ohhh!"
Tina moved away from the door and tiptoed into the living room. She saw her mother's full head of blonde hair splashed over the back of the couch and heard the sound of heavy, even breathing. Thank God, her mother was...Oh, what she saw! There was an empty glass on its side on the floor. Joyce was completely naked, sleeping with soft, even snores. Tina was so shocked that she couldn't quite cope with the emotions at first.
Then finally she got a blanket from the downstairs linen closet and covered her mother. How strange, how odd it was, to see her mother stretched out like that. What had happened?
Tina shook her head, rubbing her fingers briskly over her arms. She didn't even want to think about the possibilities. The glimpse of the thick, blonde hair at her mother's cunt had shocked Tina. She had seen her mother naked before, but not in a long, long time. What on earth was her mother doing naked like that? No dress, no panties! Tina had the feeling that maybe she didn't know her mother at all.
"Tomorrow," she murmured, walking up the stairs. It had been such a weird day. Brad, the dog, finding her mother like this...She was tired, so very tired. Tina had to sleep, to rest. In the morning things would be different. They always were when day came.
Limping slightly from her fall from the tree, she made her way upstairs. Undressing, the young blonde fell across the bed.
"My name's Tina. I haven't lost my mind," she repeated over and over, closing her eyes. After a short while, sleep came.
The following morning things did look different, her mother avoided her eyes, moving silently around the kitchen preparing breakfast. Tina had expected a hysterical talk about keeping in touch wherever she went. But nothing of the sort came from her mother. Instead Joyce silently browned the French toast, poured out two glasses of orange juice and set them on the table. Tina watched her mother, waiting for the ceiling to fall.
Joyce, on the other hand, felt so guilty about having been found naked on the couch that she burned with shame. She was just about to confess to her daughter what had happened, then bit her lip and thought better of it. Tina was nearly a grown woman now. But could she understand what had driven her to the animal? No, no, she couldn't risk losing her daughter.
But what could she say? Nothing? The silence in the kitchen was embarrassing. Something had to be said, some kind of explanation.
"About...about last night...." Joyce began, feeling herself blushing to the roots of her hair.
Tina looked up, saw her mother's embarrassment, and blushed as well.
"That's okay, Mom. Guess you had something to drink," she offered.
Joyce thought, Thank God, a way out!
"Yes, I'd just gotten out of the shower and, oh, you know...I feel so...so foolish."
She finished cooking the bread, and scraped it onto the two plates.
"And how was your day?" she said, setting down the breakfast and sliding into her chair. Joyce was relieved that Tina hadn't bothered to pursue the subject. She didn't know if she could have kept up the charade, especially with Willie barking in the back yard as loudly as he now was.
"Oh, all right. Bobby gave a kind of party, but it was boring. I left early," Tina said, lowering her eyes and wondering if her mother could read the guilt hidden there.
"I wish you wouldn't go to those parties. I'm sure his parents weren't home, and...."
"Mother! You've got to leave me alone. I'm not going to get hurt," Tina said, dropping her fork on the plate. Her mother was getting too close to a sensitive subject.
"It's not that I want to pry. But have you...I mean, when you've gone out with boys, have you...." She couldn't finish the sentence.
"You want to know if I've ever fucked a boy?" Tina said, laying special emphasis on the word fucked. She was enjoying her mother's obvious discomfort now.
"No! That's your private affair."
She hadn't meant to use that word. Biting her lip, she turned from her daughter, feeling even more like a fool. Things were going wrong in this conversation. Well, perhaps it was just simply meant to be that she and her daughter would drift apart. How sad! So much of her life had apparently been sacrificed for nothing!
Joyce was about to try another line of conversation when she heard Willie scratching suddenly on the kitchen door. Tina cringed, her elbow knocking over the orange juice glass. The fluid spilled all over the floor.
"I'd better let him in for his food," Joyce said, sliding out from behind the table.
Tina's eyes rounded and she appeared to be trembling.
"Is someting wrong, honey?"
"No, no, nothing!" Tina almost shouted. Oh, she had to keep herself under better control.
Joyce opened the door and when Willie swirled around her ankles and put his nose between her thighs, she smacked him hard on the nose. She pointed in the direction of the corner, where his bowl was.
"Stay there until I get your food," she said in a harsh voice, feeling relieved the animal didn't want to go further with his nose-probing.
The dog went by the cringing Tina, then moved over to his empty bowl while Joyce fished out two of his favorite cans of food.
"I'm gonna go over to Shari's for some studying," Tina said, eyeing the dog nervously. "We've got an algebra test tomorrow."
"It's Sunday. You should go out for a bit. It's so beautiful now," she said, staring out the window at the sunny back yard. "But if you want to study, so much the better."
Joyce was pleased at how the conversation had turned out. Of course nothing had really been said. But at least there wasn't any bitterness hanging in the air.
"I'll be home later," Tina called out, rushing up the stairs and gathering some of her books, then rushing back down. "If anybody calls or comes over, don't tell them where I am," she shouted from the front door, slamming it hard.
Joyce bit her lip. Her daughter wouldn't be home all day. No, no, she couldn't give in again to those desires. She . . .
But there was Willie, just finishing up his meal, smacking his lips with that long, wonderful tongue. Surely if she let him touch her only for a little while, it wouldn't be bad. She saw him eyeing her again, his short fur bristling around his neck. He wanted her, wanted her between his forepaws. Joyce shivered, moving into the living room and making sure the door was locked.
"Here, up here Willie," she whispered, her throat becoming tight and dry.
Willie crossed lazily to the sofa, bounded up and sat next to her. He sat on his haunches with his tongue hanging out, looking at her with a slightly tilted head. Had he grown uninterested in her? Oh God, had even a dog given up on her?
Scooting around, the woman opened her robe, slipping it off her shoulders. She was stark naked now, her lovely white body shivering with lust. Oh, that tongue-that wonderful, licking tongue. She wanted it, needed it, now. How shameless, how perverted she was, actually begging an animal to have sex with her! But it was true. He was the only one who seemed to understand her, to give her the needed release she craved.
Joyce was burning with passion.
"Nice dog," she said, her hand slipping back under his powerful chest. She felt the bulge of his cock sheath with her trembling fingers. Sucking in a deep breath, Joyce moved her fingers up and down the sides of that thing, feeling it jerking against her knuckles. Willie whined, shifting his position. He bent forward and licked her neck. Yes, he was interested in her now. He knew she was getting hot enough to take his cock in her cunt. It was something she knew he'd been wanting to do ever since they first started making love.
Love? Joyce let out a sharp laugh. No, they were only rubbing against one another, using one another for mutual satisfaction. That dumb dog didn't know a thing about human love, the lack of which had driven her to these lengths.
Glancing down, she saw a tiny point of red peeking out of the sheath. Yes, that was his prick. She reached out and started massaging him. No one was going to come over. It was Sunday morning, a time when everyone was asleep or reading the newspaper. She was the only one up thinking about fucking, thinking about letting that dog do something to her that would mark her for life.
"Ohhhh, good dog...."
She gasped, feeling his cock sliding from its sheath. Trembling, she pulled at the loose skin in a way she thought would excite him. Willie was whimpering loudly now, his tail jerking from side to side, his paws shifting on the couch. Yes, he wanted her, wanted her to crouch down so he could mount her.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Joyce let go and fell back on the sofa, tilting her cunt up toward him. Willie nosed her thigh, then dragged his hot tongue up along her throbbing cunt mound. The drag of his tongue against her plastered hairs was lovely. She felt her outer cuntlips peeled back as blood filled them. Joyce was already forgetting that it was an animal licking her. She closed her eyes, thinking about a man, any man, who would do this to her. It was the sexual hunger that made her forget about Willie, that made her accept him. "Yesss...Yesss...."
She pulled her cunt even farther apart with her fingers so that the hot, slick tongue could touch every sloppy inch of it. She'd finally managed to excite him. And even though he was doing what she wanted, she felt the need for a cock. Joyce wanted a prick, something good and hard and thick to stimulate her. What made the woman whimper even louder was that she suspected her daughter was getting what she needed. Joyce wanted it too. Fucking wasn't something just for the young.
"Oh, oh, OHH!"
Her head was spinning. The dog was edging his teeth against her thighs, then licking against her cunt again. Joyce shivered, arching her back up from the sofa. Yes, yes-she was going to let him do it. The hell with everything-society, her mother, her daughter. She was going to let herself get fucked by this dog. No one else seemed to want to and . . .
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud pounding on the front door. Sitting up with wide eyes, Joyce listened, hoping the person would go away.
"Tina! Come on, Tina, open up!"
It was a man's voice! She thought it was probably one of her daughter's friends. For a moment she thought about sitting quietly and not answering the knock. But then word would get around to her daughter that no one was home. There would be embarrassing looks, questions she couldn't answer. No, she had to postpone this episode until later.
"Off."
Shoving the German shepherd away, Joyce gathered her gown tightly around her, drawing the cloth belt close and leading the animal to the kitchen.
"Out, and stay there," she said, pushing him through the door, then clasping the little swing door at the bottom. "Coming!" she shouted impatiently, glancing at herself in the mirror as she ran through the hall back to the front room.
"Yes?" Joyce said with remarkable calm after opening the front door. There were two young boys standing there, neither of whom she knew. What was going on?
CHAPTER TEN
"Yes?" she repeated again. "Is Tina home?"
It was Bobby and Brad. The two of them stood on the stoop, smirking at the woman. Joyce didn't know why she should feel so ill at ease. They were her daughter's friends. She was the adult. They should be the ones explaining themselves.
"Uh. no, no. She left about fifteen minutes ago," Joyce stammered.
Oh, she was feeling something stirring between her thighs, something that shouldn't be there, especially when confronting her daughter's friends.
"Where'd she go? I've got something I wanna talk to her about," Bobby said, his eyes glistening with mischief.
"Uh, she didn't say."
Joyce was feeling hotter. Her nylon gown was clinging uncomfortably to her tits and ass. Bobby and Brad stared at one another and grinned.
"Do you mind if we wait for her? It's important."
Joyce wanted to push them out, to tell them to wait outside if they cared ot. But there was something too insistent about them, something so masculine.
"Yes, of course," she said, backing away and letting in both young men. She shut the door, feeling her pussy curl up with sexual heat. This was the first time in a long while she'd been alone with men. What should she do-offer coffee?
"Nice place," Brad commented, hands on his broad hips as he looked around.
Joyce looked at them dumbly. Their broad chests and shoulders sent an itching desire creeping through her pussy. It finally occurred to her that one reason for their amused looks was her dressing gown. It was sheer nylon. Through the opaque material they could see her shape-her pussy, her tits. Joyce suddenly reddened, mumbling something about going upstairs to change.
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Ma'am," Brad said, chuckling softly.
Joyce stopped at the head of the stairs. She knew she should have thrown them both out on that comment. It was awful to have those boys laughing at her, staring at her through her gown-awful-just awful-yet at the same time terribly-terribly exciting!
"I...I think I'd better...."
She couldn't finish the sentence. Brad was coming up to her, his eyes flashing wildly.
"Tina's not gonna be home for a while, is she?" he asked, his voice low and trembling.
"No...uh, that is, I don't know," Joyce stammered.
Why couldn't she control herself? She ran her fingers through her hair, vainly trying to muster the strength to throw them out. My God, they were old enough to be her sons! How could she possibly be thinking about doing anything with them?
"Well, we could just sit around and have some fun...you know, the kind of fun your daughter likes," Brad said, his thick lips curling up in a broad smile.
Joyce felt anger and humiliation. It was just as she'd suspected. Her daughter had been out fucking around with these two. Well, she'd put a stop to that. She'd . . .
"You think like daughter, like mother?" Bobby asked, his bushy eyebrows arching with amusement.
"Yeah, sure. Tina had to get a hot little pussy from somewhere...and I'll bet her mother's even hotter 'n her."
The words made Joyce burn with shame and eagerness. Eagerness? Yes, she was so hot, so wonderfully hot. Willie had stoked up her pussy, making it roar like a blast furnace. The conversation at the doorway had cooled her off a bit. But now she was back in action, her cuntal lips swelling.
"You ever see somethin' like this?"
With those words Brad reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled his long cockshaft free.
"Put it back in! Oh, I'm going to call the police!" Joyce shouted, her eyes widening at the size of Brad's cock.
"Like hell you are," he said. "Grab her. She's gonna get away."
Bobby reached the door before Joyce did and stood blocking it, his legs and arms spread widely apart. He reached down as Brad had earlier and pulled out his prick. The woman stared down, feeling her flesh creeping.
"Help, HELP!"
Joyce half wanted the neighbors to hear.
"I don't want to...no, I don't want to!"
"Come on. You're gonna make it with us. We were gonna tell Tina we knew about her fucking around with both of us. Your daughter thought she was gonna pull one over on us...you know, fuck one, fuck the other, and let each of us think she was givin' it only to him. Man, we don't care what she does. She's one hell of a fuck, and I'll bet you beat her by a mile," Brad said, wiping the spit off his lips with the back of one hand.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she wailed. "Just get out of here."
Brad caught her in his strong arms and pulled her against his body. She could feel his prick pressing into her asscheeks. As he held her, she could feel him hunching slowly into her. He was sliding his cock into the plump mounds of her ass. Oh, it was as if he were trying to get into her asshole!
"Stop, stop!"
Her words were growing softer, throatier as her excitement rose.
"Come on, let's see just how hot you are," Bobby whispered as he stepped closer to her.
Joyce saw his arm stretch out and down. Then there was a tugging at her gown. Before she knew it, she felt his hand rubbing over her thighs, sliding toward her aching cunt. They were only children, barely older than her daughter. And they were going to fuck her! Shivers of horrified delight swept over her.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
"Hey, hear that, man?" Bobby asked.
"Doesn't sound like she's scared. Sounds more like she's hot, just about as hot as Tina was when I fucked with her."
"Yeah, that little bitch is really something. Wonder if her old lady's the same."
"Please, don't. Leave me alone. It's wrong, wrong...." Joyce wailed.
"Woooo, feel that grip!" Bobby muttered.
Joyce had involuntarily closed her legs, and was rubbing them against one another and the hand between them. More cunt juice seeped from her pussy, wetting her cuntal hairs. She was ashamed of showing her feelings in front of these young men.
"Ohhh!" she moaned again.
Joyce felt Bobby's fingers inching upward toward her pussy. Her body was burning. Brad's arms held her stationary from behind, adding to her delight. The cock pressing into her ass made her push back against it.
"Hey, she's pushing away from your hand. She keeps doin' that and it's gonna make me come all over her ass."
Instantly Joyce reversed directions, so that she was hunching onto Bobby's hand. Bobby's prick was straining, jerking up and down.
"We got a good thing going. It's probably a hell of a lot better than with Tina," Bobby said, throwing back his head and laughing.
Joyce felt cheap, used, and it was a feeling that brought about a strange sense of delight. No one had ever talked to her this way. No one had ever treated her like this. Even though they were deriding her, treating her as if she were some kind of cheap slut, at least someone was paying attention to her. Two young men were interested in her body, interested enough to want to fuck her at the same time! It was enough to make her head spin.
"Want a couple of fingers up your pussy. Ever been finger-fucked before, baby? Not as good as a cock, but if I get two fingers in you, you might like it," Bobby said.
What had her daughter done with these young men? she wondered, as they continued to play with her body. Had Tina fucked both of them repeatedly? Was she some little whore who pranced her ass around town, or had she only been in bed with them once, or a few times at most? Joyce wanted to know. But oh, how her pussy burned and tightened now. All she could care about was the wild sex scene that she was playing out at the moment.
With another moan, Joyce pumped her ass back and forth as if she were trying to get away from the young men. With each movement she let Bobby slide his hand a little closer to her cunt. The cunt juice was running so thickly from her pussy that coated her wiry hair and started to ooze down her legs.
"Hey, I ran into something wet and slippery," Bobby exclaimed in mock surprise. "I think it's pussy juice. Shit, she must be really hot if she's got it comin' outta her that way!"
"What's the matter, baby, didn't you get any the past week?"
Joyce almost laughed. She wondered what they'd think if she told them the truth, the truth that no man had touched her for years! Of course there was Willie...That would surprise them, wouldn't it?
Brad circled hr with one arm and started kneading her tits. Joyce felt her nipples being mashed. Somehow she managed to hold still, playing the game of resistance for all she could. Oh, it was so good feeling him rub her, feeling those powerful hands squeezing her tits, those fingers pinching her nipples, rolling them until she almost screamed with lust.
"Ohhhhhh...."
She moaned again, feeling Bobby's fingers slip into her cunt. The ragged nails were sliding over that sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cuntlips. The sensation of two of his fingers gliding past her fat pussylips was enough to make her beg for their cocks. But instead she wiggled around as if she were trying to escape.
"Hot and slippery enough to barbecue our pricks," Bobby announced as he pulled his hand out. "Have a good whiff," he said, sticking that hand under his friend's nose.
"Whew! Man, it's good, hot pussy, really hot and ready to go," Brad commented wryly.
Joyce felt his fingers press up under her nose and she smelled her hot, dripping cunt. She sucked in a deep breath, then tried once again to break away.
"Hey, maybe she'd like to have a smell of my cock," Brad said, reaching down and working his hand between his cock and her ass, then cupping that hand over her nose.
"Smell it, baby-smell what's gonna ream out your cunt."
Joyce smelled and nearly fainted. Fucking. Fucking! Yes, she was finally going to be fucking!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Joyce felt them propelling her up the stairs. They demanded to know where the bedroom was. She told them, feeling her arms and legs grow heavier by the moment. Somewhere along the way, her robe had come completely off. By the time they reached the room, both young men were completely naked and pawing her body.
Brad had her on the bed, holding her doggie style and sliding his prick up toward her cunt. When he started twisting and grinding behind her, Joyce wiggled back. Suddenly his cock worked its way through and was pushing up toward her slippery cuntlips.
"Noooo!" she moaned as the thick cockhead suddenly slipped over her hot pussy. It moved up toward her squiggly clit. When that bulbous cockhead touched her clit, Joyce thought she'd go out of her mind. She could hear the air being sucked in, then rushing out, as her pussy relaxed and her outer cuntlips opened.
Brad moaned from behind her, grinding his hips convulsively. He hunched forward as far as he could, moving his thighs down slightly and angling his prick for a better fucking thrust.
Joyce closed her eyes, curling her fingers into the coverlet. It was all so good, so terrible, terribly good. Her body jerked from side to side, her tits swinging back and forth from the force of Brad's thighs. The tips nearly brushed the bedspread. Fucking! Yes, she was doing what her daughter had been doing behind her back-doing what so many other people in the world had been doing while she'd sat at home drying up. Well, that wasn't going to happen again.
Brad gripped her tighter around her narrow waist as he started to fuck her doggie style. His fat, thickly-veined prick shoved her cuntlips apart and thrust in using short, fast strokes. He pressed her forward, trying to get even closer than he was.
"Hey, whatcha doin' ? I thought you were gonna try to get some head?"
"Uhhh, fuck," Brad cried. He gripped her tighter, giving her a few more hard strokes. "I think I'm gonna pop off."
Joyce let him do what he wanted with her. As she felt his prick sliding deeper and deeper into her cunt, she fell forward, her head stroking the headboard. Oh, how good it was for her pussy to feel his cockhead sliding in and out on a film of cunt juice and cum.
"Nooooo...."
Joyce cried out again and again as he pushed her ass back. She didn't want him to come too fast. But from the way he was hunching, she knew instinctively that it would only be a few more strokes before he shot his jizz up her hot little pussy.
"Get it on, man-do it," Bobby whispered as he bent closer to watch the scene.
"Now, NOW! Gonna...oh fuck, gonna...shoooooooot!"
With that Brad moaned, pushing his cock up as far as he could get it. He began pumping thick, creamy knots of cum into her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHH!"
Joyce felt him start to shoot and tried to come with him. It was too early. All she could do was hunch back into his prick and take his load. Her cuntal sheath wrapped tightly around the thick cock and worked all the hot jizz out. Her clit was stirred halfway to climax. But no, no-it couldn't make it. Joyce couldn't make that clit work up to a full orgasm. All she could do was enjoy this as much as she could and pray he'd have enough strength to fuck her later.
"Too fuckin' much, man. I haven't fucked doggie style for a long time," Brad said, wiping sweat off his forehead.
"Hey, it's my turn," Bobby said to his buddy as Brad slipped his prick out and rolled off the bed.
"She's all yours," he said, opening the door and heading down the hall toward the bath.
"No, NO!"
But Bobby wasn't to be fooled this time. He suspected by now that Tina's mother was just like Tina-saying no, yet really begging for it. He climbed onto her, pinning her arms down against the mattress while pressing his mouth against hers.
Joyce opened wide, and shoved her tongue against his. She felt him crushing her, pressing her down hard with his muscular young body. Yes, yes-this was what she'd been wanting for so long. Joyce could feel his cockhead jabbing her cunt. As it found the curly hair, he shoved forward and worked right into her pussy. She felt his cockshaft hit the load of cum from Brad's prick and slide quickly into her cunt. The thickness and hardness of his cock thrilled her. His prick in her pussy, that big cock fucking her, reaming her out, was too much for her. She hunched back onto him, raking her nails over his back until she nearly shredded his flesh.
"Want me to stop now? Want me to leave you alone now, pull it out?"
"NOOOOOO! Fuck me, please do it. Do it-cock-cock-prick-fuck me!" she moaned in his ears as she threw her arms around his back and pulled him down tightly onto her body.
"Take it. Man, take my cock-take it-fuck it!" Bobby groaned.
He shoved his cock deep inside her clutching cunt. His tight-skinned prick slid in on a film of his friend's jizz. His own fuck oil was running thick, coating his cockshaft and oiling down the thick cockhead. His ass shoved down fast, sending his prick steaming in and of Joyce's cunt as fast as he could.
"Slow down, man. Don't make it the way I did," Brad advised, having returned from the bathroom with a large towel.
Joyce could smell the odor of fucking. It hung in the room like a perfume-the odor of her cunt juice, of the boy's cum, of all their sweaty flesh that became hotter and hotter as the seconds ticked by.
"Take it, take it!" Bobby grunted, throwing his head from side to side to shake off the excess sweat.
"Shit, I'm gettin' hot again," Brad said, rubbing the soft bath towel over his body. Joyce turned her head and saw that fat cock thickening, growing darker, rising from his hairy groin. For some wild reason she wanted to take that prick between her lips and suck on it.
Brad seemed to get the message. Grinning, he dropped the towel and walked over, his stiffening cock swaying from side to side with each step he took.
"You want it in your mouth?" he asked, his eyes glittering with excitement.
Before she could answer, he hunched down, leaning against the side of the bed and slipping his prick into her mouth.
Joyce moaned, tasting his cum on her tongue. The salty jizz went down her throat, causing her to hunch frantically up to Bobby's thrusts. Her cunt was burning with sexuality. Never before had she felt her pussy stoked up to this level. Not even Willie had brought her up this high. And still she hadn't come. Still she was rocketing up to some unknown plane.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Her mouth closed around Brad's prick. As she sucked him, she felt him getting harder, longer, thicker. She clutched Bobby tightly to her, holding him down while he threw his prickmeat frantically into her cunt.
"Look, Bobby. Man, she's grooving on blowing me while she's gettin' that cock from you," Brad hissed.
Bobby turned his head and watched in fascination as he saw his friend's cock slide between Joyce's lips. He looked a little more closely and saw the outline of Brad's prickhead appear in her throat. Then it pushed farther down as Brad held her head and shoved his cock into her mouth.
"Christ!" he whispered in admiration.
Bobby closed his eyes and threw his cockmeat into her faster as he reached the final round of his fucking.
Joyce screamed. Having two men working on her body at the same time was something she wanted to last all night. Her cunt worked and squeezed on Bobby's prick as she felt it suddenly slow down. His strokes were getting longer, deeper and slower as she felt Brad trying to cram all his cock down her throat. She took all his prick that she could. But when she had to breathe she made a choking sound. Brad understood and backed off.
"Shit, this one's gonna burn my prick up," Bobby commented.
Joyce loved listening to them talk about her like that. They were commenting on how well she was moving her body, about how she fucked back, about how tight her thighs were. She felt like a teenager again, fucking with an abandon she'd never felt before. Her cunt was working shut on the swollen, hard prick now while she raised her legs up and wrapped them around Bobby's thighs. The second she got them locked around him, she felt his cock shoving farther into her. Tremors started in her pussy. Would it be now? No, no-she wanted to wait until all three of them were ready to shoot. How wonderful that would be-a triple orgasm!
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, gripping Bobby tighter and shoving her head down onto Brad's cock.
"Give it to her, man-give it to her now!" Brad nearly shouted.
Joyce felt Bobby shoved down hard and fast. His cock fucked her pussy like a rocket. As her cuntal spasms became stronger and her clit picked them up, the woman moaned and grunted, trying to get Brad and Bobby to work it out with her. Her climax was so close that she was afraid to move. And then suddenly she felt Brad's cock start to jerk deep in her throat. Oh God, he was coming! At the same time she could feel Bobby's hot prick quiver inside and start to pump its load out.
"Man, man, man!" Bobby cried.
Joyce felt her hot, stretched pussy explode with wild delight. Her clit throbbed and beat until she thought it was going to tear loose. Her pussy was holding tightly onto the boy's cock while Brad nearly fell over her face, jabbing his cock in and out of her mouth and filling her throat with his cum.
Finally they all lay still, draped over one another like murder victims.
"Un-fuckin' believable!" Brad panted.
"Shit, you're terrific!" Bobby sighed.
Joyce didn't have to say anything. She knew they knew she was satisfied. Yes, she was sexually aware, something that should have happened years ago. Of course she'd have to be discreet now. She wasn't going to carry the label of town tramp on her to the shame of her and her family. But Bobby and Brad had shown her something, shown her that she could be as good as the young, as good as her daughter-perhaps even better!
"You know, I'm getting hot again," Brad said after fifteen minutes had ticked slowly by.
Joyce only sighed, feeling him roll around and kiss her. Soon Brad was on top of her and Bobby was watching the woman disappear under his buddy's muscular thighs. He threw one arm over
Brad's back as if locking him in place. Moving in close he stuck his cock between Joyce's and Brad's bodies.
"Yes, yes, yesss...." she hissed. This was going to be a wonderful year. No more hang-ups. Nothing to hold her back. She was free, free to do as she pleased. As the double fucking got underway once more, Joyce wondered, with some amusement, just what her daughter would think if she were to step in now and see her mother fucking both her boyfriends!
"Fuck me baby," the two moaned in unison.
"Yes, oh God, yes," Joyce responded, as Brad's cock forced her fat cuntlips apart and gurgled into her welcoming pussy.
