The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Joyce Fisher is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
MOM SPREADS FOR DOGS-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Down, Willie, down!"
Joyce Fisher drew her knees together, swatting at the curious animal who had been sniffing at her legs. Sitting there alone in her large living room, the attractive blonde had been thinking about her lonely life, then Willie, her pet Doberman, had begun his usual sniffing about.
Why do dogs always do that? she wondered, brushing her long hair back from her face. It was getting late, close to midnight. Her daughter Annie was showing Janie, her cousin, a night out on the town. A party was being given at the Nettlesons, a perfect opportunity for the visiting teenaged brunette from San Mateo to get out and meet some people.
It had sounded like a good idea. But now Joyce wondered. Two young girls out this late at night alone-it just didn't seem all that right.
And neither did that terrible itchy sensation making her cunt feel so warm, so moist, especially when she moved her ass on the soft sofa cushions. How that subtle motion made her cuntlips slip together, rub against her clit. Turning around, she saw Willie crouched by the telephone, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth, his pointed ears pricked forward. Yes, she could well imagine what he'd been smelling a few seconds ago when he shoved his nose against her legs and tried to slide up between her thighs.
A dog! The thought made her shiver. Bringing her hands up, Joyce rubbed her fingers briskly over her arms, feeling her flesh crawl. The thought that she could be arousing Willie sickened her. There were women, she knew, who did that sort of thing. But they were demented, depraved bitches who were usually paid well for their sickness. She was a normal woman, a normal sexually frustrated woman who was about to go out of her mind. "God!" she moaned.
Keeping her legs together, she stood up, closing her eyes and feeling the room spin about. It had been so long, too long, since she'd had sex with a man! And yet, even now, she could feel hands caressing her ass, moving behind to her shoulders and holding her while his knees shoved against hers and spread her legs apart. She could still feel that hot cock rubbing over her belly, inching down, down until the meaty prickhead was bumping against her cuntlips. How she loved to inch her legs back, feeling her pussylips stickily peel back and stretch thin while she sensed a man's growing excitement! Those were moments to be treasured, to be savored now in her loneliness.
It hadn't been easy raising a daughter after her husband had died. Besides the loneliness entailed by such a death, Joyce had to contend with raising a young woman who was every bit as defiant and self-willed as her father. It had especially been difficult lately. Annie was so independent. And yet she did everything Joyce asked her to, indicating that at least some of her authority remained.
"OH!" Joyce gasped sharply.
Willie brushed his cold snout against her legs again, rubbing his body against her legs while whining deep in his throat. Joyce stood there for a moment lost in memories before she realized what was happening. That sick feeling made her stomach turn over again and she moved away from the sofa.
"Go on, get out of here, Willie," Joyce said.
She was backing away, wrinkling her forehead in annoyance. The animal was getting far too friendly now, pressing his shoulders against her, pushing up while sniffing at the odor wafting from between her legs. Yes, she was hot, hot enough for the animal to smell!
It had been nearly five years since a man had touched her. How she remembered that evening, a night when she threw caution to the winds and went to bed with a man she'd met at a neighbor's party. Annie was sleeping down the hall. She had taken the chance on waking her daughter to satisfy her hot, juicy cunt. Joyce had been careful, biting the pillow, stifling her groans of delight while the big stud fucked out her cunthole with his prick. Again and again they fucked, and again and again Joyce climaxed, her legs beating against the groaning mattress while her clit exploded like a firecracker several times that night.
In the morning he told her he wanted to see her again. Of course that was impossible. At the time, Joyce didn't want any long-time involvements. She had a daughter to raise, finances to worry about. But tonight, how she wished she had kept that man's phone number. Her fingers trembled, her heart skipped a beat when she thought of him once more, remembered his gentle touch, his fat cock and how his prick felt stretching her itchy cunt walls until they spasmed from the tension and cramped down on his cock. And all the while she kept climaxing, cumming and cumming, trying to stifle her groans and cries of delight as the night wore on.
Eventually, the finances improved. She had made wise investments with her husband's plentiful stock and insurance money to keep from working. Perhaps that was her problem-too much time on her hands with little to do ever since Annie had become so independent. Now she was sitting in that big expensive house all alone, trying to keep a dog away from between her legs!
"GET AWAY!" she scolded.
What did he want, anyway? Did he want her to get down on all fours and wag her ass about like a tail? The thought of her doing that, of feeling her thunderous tits pulling at her chest while she exposed her wet cunt slit to the beast made her catch her breath.
"No!" she protested.
Willie wasn't listening to her. His black handsome coat glistened with excitement while he eyed her. Why did Dobermans have that awful look, that stare that made her flesh crawl? She guessed they had been bred that way, bred to look ferocious. They were hunters, used to running in the fields free, killing their prey with their powerful jaws.
He was circling her now, his brown eyes rolled to the top of his head, his fur standing up just behind his neck while his stubby tail wiggled back and forth. Joyce felt her chest tighten, her mouth become as dry as cotton. He was coming on to her, sniffing at her pussy, growing more and more excited as the odor between her legs became greater.
"STOP IT!" she told him.
Why couldn't she make the dog obey? She had never had a problem like this before. Of course, Joyce hadn't been quite this hot and frustrated before either. Running her fingers over her wet forehead, the woman turned and started for the kitchen. Maybe if she gave him a late-night snack he'd act better.
Stepping into the darkened kitchen, Joyce shuffled to the cabinets and was about to pull out several cans of dog food when she peered through the window above the sink. It was the Moffetts again! She saw their silhouettes through the bedroom shades. He was touching her, holding her, their bodies rubbing against one another as they backed into the bed. Yes, she knew the house, knew where the bed was in that room.
Several times she had tried to suggest modestly that Janet Moffett buy some blinds. Perhaps the woman enjoyed teasing the neighborhood. She certainly was a flirt with some of the married men in the neighborhood. Her husband certainly shouldn't have let her go out and trim the roses wearing that skimpy halter and peek-a-boo shorts! When Janet bent down you could almost see her cuntlips! The men knew it and leered at her whenever she was doing yard work. And now they were probably in their bathrooms, jacking off while Joyce stood there in the darkened kitchen and watched the Moffetts start their fucking.
If, indeed, that was Mr. Moffett!
"Damn!" Joyce muttered in frustration.
Joyce clenched her fingers and pounded her fists against the sink counter. Why were other women having all the fun? Why were they getting fucked, having men chase after them, fight for them while she stayed at home like some virginal maiden aunt?
That dog! Joyce swore she would call the pound in the morning and have it taken away before Annie got up. She and that awful animal were almost inseparable.
"Here, animal, here, eat," she said, opening the can of smelly dogfood and dumping it into his bowl.
But Willie wasn't interested, it seemed, in food. Sniffing the filled bowl, the big Doberman growled, then turned his head around and began sniffing at Joyce's legs once more.
"Stop it!" she snapped.
He was swarming around her ankles, licking them, dragging that awful, wonderful tongue of his around her feet until her flesh tingled. Was she turning on, getting excited by this animal?
Again Joyce lifted her eyes and stared at the Moffetts' shade. She could see Janet going wild, her head fallen back, her long hair sweeping over her ass while her husband was pawing her thighs, her ass, her tits!
Joyce wanted something like that, needed something like that. Without realizing it, Joyce was rubbing her groin against the front of the sink, clawing the smooth Formica top of the counter. Why couldn't she find a man, someone to take care of that awful itch getting worse and worse between her white, shivering thighs?
"NO!" she yelled at herself. She was shakier than usual. What on earth could she have been thinking of? Could she even think of doing something obscene with...with a dog? No, how absurd. Brushing away the thought, Joyce gave one last longing look across the backyard. They were moving away from the window, backing down to the bed, getting ready to fuck. Joyce closed her eyes and whimpered with frustration. She felt something very warm trickling down her thighs, running down her legs. The animal was growing more impatient, rubbing his warm, furry body against her legs again.
"Stop...ughhh...ohhhh, stop it!" she cried, nearly kicking the bowl over as she rushed from the kitchen.
Willie was pursuing her, his breathing growing more shallow, more labored. Joyce could hear the change in the animal's breathing.
"NO!" she yelled.
She slapped downward again when the animal made that awful muted growling noise in his throat. He was nosing between her legs again, making her mind grow blank with lust. No she couldn't be thinking things like going to bed with the dog! That was stupid, absurd! She shook her head, trying to drive the wild thoughts from her brain. She would go upstairs and take a shower, let the cold water drive her back to reality. Then she would call up and find if Annie was still there with her cousin.
"Ugghhh!" Joyce gasped suddenly.
Willie was fast, seeing that Joyce was occupied with other thoughts. He moved between her thighs and bumped the underside of her hot cunt mound. Joyce stiffened her back, her eyes widening while her jaws parted. A rush of air came out instead of a cry. That touch, that subtle, animal touch made her feel dizzy, drunk.
"It's wrong, so wrong," she whispered, leaning against the back of the sofa for support. The heat concentrating in the furry bundle between her legs was becoming hotter and hotter. Juice was seeping through the silken crotch panel of her panties. In another moment Joyce thought she might give into her senses, might reach down and hike up her skirt, letting the animal have his way and...
"No!" she moaned.
Annie might come home, come home and find her mother down on all fours capering with their pet Doberman. Wouldn't that drive them closer together? Joyce let out a hoarse laugh, sweeping one hand in front of her face. No, no, she wouldn't think of this again...ever. The case was closed and shut!
But was it? This was awful! She had to get upstairs, had to get into the bathroom, somewhere where she could lock herself up and get away from the animal. Moving behind a chair, Joyce heard the animal growling loudly. He had cornered her, trapped her in her own home. There was nowhere she could run!
"Please, please, Willie...just leave...leave me alone!"
She was backing up toward the stairs, one hand stretched behind her. In front, the animal was moving, his paws sinking into the thick carpet, his eyes fastened on her trembling chin. She couldn't scream to the neighbors. What could she say, that her dog had been acting funny? Joyce could imagine the sneers, the barely concealed laughter as they went home to talk about the lady and her funny dog. The stories, the dirty gossip and jokes would drive her and her daughter from the neighborhood. No, she wasn't going to go through that kind of hell!
If only she had something to throw at him. But there was nothing around. The animal lurched forward, shoving his nose hotly against her cunt mound again. The sensation of his warm furry body rubbing against her ankles, her legs, nearly drove her to her knees. She could feel the sheer nylon of her panties being pressed up between her puffy cuntlips!
"UGHHHHHH..." she groaned.
Why was she getting so weak? Why couldn't she manage to keep her balance? It had been seeing Janet and her husband getting ready to fuck. No. It had been her frustration, her desire. And now the dog was taking advantage of her weakness, pressing in, moving in until she would drop to her knees and give up.
He couldn't do it on the stairs. If only she could make it to the stairs, then she would be all right. Joyce stretched out her hand, lurching forward, feeling her cuntlips rub against one another as she reached the bottom of the staircase and began to haul herself up. Behind her was Willie, bumping his nose against her ass, rubbing his body against her moving legs, barking and growling. Halfway up she stopped, her fingers clutching at the wooden handrail desperately. She couldn't go on. Turning around, the attractive blonde sat down on the stairs, letting her knees sag apart. The hem of her skirt rose up until it was well above her knees. Willie braced himself on the steps below and shoved his snout up against her crotch again.
"UGHHHHH..." she moaned.
What could she do? She couldn't run away, it seemed. The animal was almost attacking her, bringing her down, rubbing his mouth against her cunt. It was a dog's mouth, something that made her a little sick and yet something that excited her as well. She curled her fingers and toes, rubbing her ass-cheeks against the carpeting, wishing she had the courage to...no, that was too daring, too far out!
"Ohhhhhh, God, please...don't...ohhhhhh..."
It was impossible to ignore what was happening to her. Things were happening too fast for her to sit back and figure them out. Willie was nuzzling lightly between her thighs and whining to get another shot at her cunt. Biting her lower lip in shame and surrender, the woman let her knees sag apart a little more, reaching down and actually hiking her skirt up to give the dog more room.
"Bad dog!"
But she didn't really mean it. Her words were shaky, unconvincing as the animal began lapping at her. The dog had positioned himself between her knees and began licking them tenderly. It was that tenderness, that gentle wet warm brush of his tongue that made her close her eyes once more and squeeze her fingernails into her palms. Yes, yes, it was wonderful, one of the best feelings she had ever had in the world!
Joyce found herself squeezing her ass-cheeks together, rubbing her ass-cheeks on the steps while digging her heels against the stairs. Again and again Willie's tongue sloshed up, washed over her knees, then slithered down to the stretched elastic leg bands of her panties. There was no denying she was letting this happen. The dog wasn't attacking her now. He was simply resting on his belly, his ears pricked , up, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, while he licked her sweating, hot body.
"Oh, yes, yes...ohhhhh, yesss..." Joyce hissed between her clenched teeth.
She let her head fall back. She loved the sensation of her hair sweeping over her shoulder-blades. It was wonderful, fantastic!
"Oh, yes, Willie, yesss...oh, good dog, good doggie," she breathed excitedly, petting the animal with one hand while holding onto the handrail posts with the other.
She peered down at the living room, seeming to see the furniture spinning around, and heard a strange buzzing sound that grew louder with each passing second. She tensed her thighs, moving her body from side to side, feeling that sexy rub of her cuntlips while the dog's tongue moved down over the juice-soaked crotch panel, soaking even more the stretched piece of nylon. That pressure, that wonderful loving tongue pressure against that thin piece of material drove Joyce over the edge. She had to have him. As shameless, as wanton as it was, the woman was frantic for the animal.
"Up here, up here..." she panted, turning around with great difficulty and nearly crawling up the remainder of the stairway on all fours. She was giving into the awful desires racing through her brain. Yes, she had to have satisfaction, even if only from a dog! She would be careful, locking the bedroom door if Annie should come home. They would be through in a few minutes, anyway.
A flash of guilt shot through her mind as Joyce staggered into the bedroom, admitting the panting animal, then shutting the door behind her. There would be no silent conversations with God or herself. No, this was going to be wonderful, the relief she needed at last.
CHAPTER TWO
Joyce stood in the middle of her bedroom, illuminated by a broad shaft of whitish light streaming in from a nearby streetlight. The shadows made all the furniture assume grotesque shapes and proportions as she unbuttoned her blouse, then reached back and unsnapped the hitch holding her bra to her torso. How deliciously exciting it was now to be stripping for sex, a Doberman pinscher prancing impatiently around her feet. She heard his breathing get harder, could almost feel the sexual heat radiating from his strong, muscular body.
Joyce sighed, feeling the blouse and bra slip from her body. She moved to the big king-sized bed and reached down, throwing back the coverlet. Her tits swung forward, slapping softly together. Every touch, everything was exciting, making her cunt walls knot up with sexual tension. The woman closed her eyes and fought for her breath once more when Willie rubbed his strong furry body against the backs of her legs.
"Good dog, good Willie," she panted, reaching back and unsnapping her skirt, sliding it over her body and stepping out.
Sitting on the edge of the bed the woman removed her sandals then swung her legs over, spreading them widely apart while inching her knees up slightly from the mattress. She was resting her head on a pillow, her hands rubbing over her hot belly while she waited impatiently for the animal to make his move.
It didn't take Willie long to figure out what was happening. Letting out a bark of triumph, he jumped onto the bed, his weight making the springs and mattress groan. Joyce's eyes widened, her fingers clawing at her white, shivering thighs. In the dark his eyes glowed as if they were a monster's from hell. His massive shape, that gleam of his crisscrossed fangs in the dark-it all was so frightening, so exciting. She felt that odd tightness start up again in her chest.
"Oh, yes, do it, do those awful, horrible things to me," she whispered, closing her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm passed through her cunt.
Willie moved between her spread legs, his head lowering, his tongue shooting out. His tongue stretched forward, brushing the narrow band of nylon pressing up against her cuntlips. Joyce groaned, arching her back while shoving her pussy up to his hungry maw. It was unbelievable! She was actually shoving her hips forward, giving her pussy to him. The dog whimpered and pushed the long tip of his snout from side to side. The nylon pressed hard against her inner cuntlips, forcing them to spread.
Joyce was frantic, her head snapping from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her face. She was beating the backs of her legs against the mattress while clawing her fingernails against the sheets. How good, how wonderfully good it was having that tongue dividing her cunt cleft like that through the nylon, pushing the wet, silky material up against her sensitive flesh and rubbing it back and forth! It was a feeling not to be missed for the world!
"Good, good," she breathed, feeling Willie's body rubbing against her inner thighs.
Minutes ago she wouldn't have believed herself capable of this kind of depravity. But now the only thing she was thinking of was the ache, that awful, throbbing itch between her thighs. Willie could take care of it, she knew. And there would be no recriminations, no ties a man might put on her. There would only be that wonderful warm sensation washing over her body after the whole thing was over. Letting out another broken sigh, Joyce spread her thighs a little farther apart, inviting the dog to do what he would.
"Ummmmmm..." she moaned.
The headboard clattered against the wall with her violent side-to-side movements. The animal opened his mouth wide and pressed his fangs into her fleshy right thigh. He wasn't biting, just showing her that he could. The keen cut of those sharp teeth sinking in made her suck in a ragged breath. She felt his spit, his tongue, the inside of his mouth along with the cutting edge of his fangs. It was almost too much for her to take! Gasping, crying out, she twisted like a madwoman in the grip of his maw.
"Noooooo!"
Willie let got for a second, rolling up his big brown eyes to stare at her. She was going mad, rocking her body halfway to the right, keeping it there for a moment, then rocking to the left. All the while, her fists were beating at the mattress, her fingers at times clawing at the sheets. It was mad, awful, wonderful! Joyce couldn't get enough of the dog, of his licking tongue. Why had she waited so long? Had she known, had she guessed how incredibly exciting going to bed with an animal would be, she would have done it long ago!
Willie bit higher on her thigh now. The heat washing over her flesh, the burning explosion of nerves being stimulated at such a sensitive spot made the woman's heart pound wildly in her chest. The dog shoved his shoulders farther between her legs. She felt her legs being shoved apart. Joyce wasn't too sure where this might lead. But at this point she didn't care.
"GOD!" she gasped.
Biting her lower lip until it bled, she let things roll along, not caring about the dangerous path she was treading on. It was like those dreams, those wonderful erotic dreams she'd been having lately. She had always climaxed just as she was awakening, just as reality blended with the twisted and bizarre images of her unconscious mind. But they were images no more bizarre than having a dog lick off her cunt. She sobbed, rolled to her side on the bed. The sloppy nylon twisted, pulled into a rope that fell to one side and exposed her swollen cuntlips.
Willie grunted with excitement, his eyes catching the gleam of her flesh.
It was almost too much for the woman to bear. The animal seemed more crazed than before, diving in, taking all of her cunt in his mouth and biting down gently, his teeth sinking deliciously in. He shook her pussy from side to side as if it were a tiny trapped animal! Joyce arched her back, supporting herself on her shoulders and heels. Then he let go, gouging his claws against her thighs and sticking his nose up and down against the slick folds of her pussy. Looking down, the woman could see that her fuck juices were wetting the short fur around his snout. His black nostrils glistened. His tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, parted the hot crack, then bathed her clit again and again.
"Ohhhhh...M she moaned.
Joyce stretched out one leg and fanned out her toes until they cramped. The exciting tickle was getting worse and worse. She was building steadily toward an orgasm. And yet she couldn't fully understand what was happening to her. A dog, her orgasm! The two just didn't go together, or did they? The woman let out another shuddering groan, feeling as if the world were crashing into her cunt.
Joyce smiled, cupping a hand under her large and firm tits. No need to think about it, to figure it out. All that would come in time. There would be moments of recrimination, of guilt. She knew that would follow inevitably, after Willie had had his way with her. But now she wanted only to taste the joys of his tonguing, of her climax that she knew was only minutes away!
"Ohhhhhh...! "
Her light touch around her tits gave her a chill. She wasn't going to stop touching herself. How good it was to feel her hand there, to feel her fingers flicking her nipples until they grew dark and pushed up out of the soft surrounding areola. The effect was electric, especially when combined with the dog's continual cunt licking. She felt the tickle of her nipple joining in somehow with the itchy ache throbbing between her thighs. Moving her body from side to side, pinching her nipples like that, Joyce had for one wild moment the idea of rolling over and letting the animal actually...fuck her. No, that was going too far. There had to be limits, even for a person like her!
Rocking her hips faster and faster, she felt the buttery heat spreading. Juice oozed out more and more, dotting her blonde cunt curls, slicking down the animal's probing snout.
"Please, Willie...oh, yes, yes, right there!"
The woman was burning for more friction, more stimulation. Licking her dry lips, she tossed her head wildly against the pillow.
"I can't, oh, God, I just can't take it...oh, please, please..."
What was she begging for? More tongue? A cock? Joyce didn't know. She was half hysterical by now, her legs hammering against the mattress. At this point, the frantic blonde woman didn't care if her daughter came in and heard her going crazy in the bedroom with Willie.
Joyce was struggling back on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress now. The dog had gone mad, letting his sharp teeth nip at her panties. In a moment he was tearing at them, ripping them to shreds. It seemed impossible, horrible for this to be happening. His savagery, his animal mentality came through at this point. Willie was growling as he'd done before when he took her silk-covered pussy and shook it.
"NO, NO, NO!" she protested.
In a moment her cunt had been stripped. The white panty-silk hung in shreds at her ass and over her belly. Now she could more fully feel the velvety surfaces of her cunt rubbing together as she scurried back higher on the bed.
Willie thought she might be having second thoughts about this whole matter. He jumped forward, his forepaws hitting her thighs. The woman screamed, jutting her shoulder blades back and curling her spine when she felt his snout plunging her hot, cunt mound.
"UGHHGHGHH.. . "
He was wetting her wildly with his tongue. He was whining, wriggling his strong body back and forth as he towered above her on the bed. He was so big, so overpowering. For a moment, the woman thought of him tearing at her throat, completely destroying her.
She was opening her cunt completely to him. Having jerked up to a sitting position for a moment, Joyce now fell back on the bed, turning her head and pressing one cheek against the pillow. She let her knees fall apart again. Willie grunted and went wild. His tongue slopped over the slick inner flesh of her thigh. It was a wonderful hot wet friction that brought more fuck juice flooding out of her fur-lined cunthole. She could feel her pussy muscles cramping up with excitement, actually snapping at Willie's probing, licking tongue as she rocketed up toward climax.
"Um mm mm mm...yesssss..."
Her legs spread apart more. She heard her cuntlips unsticking again and shivered. Willie growled, moving forward a little more and licked at them. He was growing quiet for the moment, almost as if he wanted to study her. Then he began sniffing her cunt, smelling her pussy as if he wanted to increase the power of the moment by stimulating all of his senses. He was nuzzling his black snout between her puffy cuntlips, gently pushing his tongue into her cunthole. He was petting her clit, making her heave and shudder with a wild consuming sexual fever. She could feel his hot panting breath tickle her cunt curls as he slopped her pussy over and over again. "Willie...Willie
She was breathing his name, calling out to him as if he were her male lover. Joyce didn't dare think of what exactly was happening to her. Yes, of course she knew, she felt the Doberman between her legs. And yet it was better if she kept her eyes closed. The awful hunger of her body seemed to force everything out of her consciousness except the wild lust of making that aching pleasure even better. She was obsessed with this want. Reaching down her belly, she found Willie's nose, found his fangs, found her cunt. It was so strange feeling his tongue washing over the steamy mess between her thighs. The animal's tongue licked over her fingers, bathing her knuckles, her palms, her thumbs.
Crying out sharply, Joyce squeezed her ass-cheeks together and moved her ass up, giving Willie more of her cunt to eat. She couldn't hold back much longer. The pressure was building, making her feel as if her cunt were about to explode. The woman was frantic, her eyes rolling about, her cheeks flushing while sweat made her body glisten under the dim light. All around her was the sound of the dog-his growling, his panting, his licking!
The dog's pink tongue drove up and down her cunt crack, making her bob her ass up and down frantically. How deliciously her clit burned from the steady, lapping friction. Every inch of her body tingled strangely. She fanned her fingers out along the dog's thick neck, raising her feet from the sagging bed. Slowly, panting harder than before, Joyce inched her knees back, spreading herself open as if taking on a lover. Yes, Willie was her lover in a strange way.
"UGHHHGHGHG!"
She gasped and babbled to the animal as he soaked her cunt more and more. Grabbing at him, Joyce brought her feet together at the sides of his head, rubbing him with her toes. The stiff tickle if his coat against her bare soles made her roll her head from side to side. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she moved her ass up and down, up and down, faster and faster against the dog's tongue.
It was coming. Soon it would happen! She would feel that familiar hot rush, that overpowering confusion of feelings that consisted of her orgasm. The world would explode! For a few minutes, Joyce wouldn't know up from down as her cunt cramped and shuddered out of control.
"Unnghh...OHHHHH!"
The blonde didn't care about anything anymore. Her daughter, society, her home, all faded in front of the overwhelming power of her climax. She was working her ass around in sharp frantic circles, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her writhing body. Willie's licking seemed to be everywhere on her at once, or so thought the confused, desperate woman. The more she moved the more pleasure he brought to her. If only she could have that sensation of being filled, of having a cock fucking in and out of her pussy while she climaxed! That would be paradise! That would be the giving up of her pride, of her sense of morality, of everything!
"UGHHGHHHH!"
He was brushing over her cunt now and licking over the tight knot of her ass-hole. No, he couldn't leave her like that, teetering on the brink of orgasm. She felt her cunt walls spasming with frustration as he tried drilling his tongue into her shitter.
"No, no...here, HERE!" the woman gasped, angling her ass down so he could get back to her cunt.
It didn't take Willie long to get the message. Growling again, he moved back to her pussy. She could feel her tiny cunt muscles quivering, grasping, trying to get hold of the dog's black nose. The big muscles in her ass cramped. Joyce kicked her feet high, fanning her toes out while the dog increased his licking friction.
If a man's cock were in her now, it would be popping off, shooting white jizz into her body. The thought hurried her into the storm of her cum. She pitched wildly on the bed, bucking her ass against the dog's jaws. His teeth were cutting her, and that acute touch made her scream with more delight. She raked his short fur with her fingers, pulling the dog harder against her. Scissoring her legs lightly around his neck, Joyce felt the final rush of her climax. This had to be the best feeling in the world!
"GOD!" she screamed.
Joyce tossed her head, felt her own hair splashing in tangles over the pillow as she came. Her crotch was filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the flames licking up and over her body. She quivered and throbbed as mightily as her clit as spasm after spasm washed over her. If only she could get more friction, more sensation between her legs. Jerking and thrashing, the woman Finally collapsed into an exhausted heap, panting as heavily as the animal.
"My God, what have I done?" Joyce whispered to herself in the darkness, feeling the warm, furred sides of Willie against her. She heard his even breathing, felt his body, felt a little out of focus when she thought of what had gone on minutes ago. Swirls of half-thoughts came to her. But she gritted her teeth and shook them away. She was feeling nicely warm, relaxed. It was a feeling she just wasn't used to, one she wanted to savor for the next few minutes. Sighing, she draped one arm over his body and hugged him, feeling the animal stirring as if barely awakened from sleep.
Sitting up in bed, she brushed away her blonde hair, swung her legs over the edge and stood up unsteadily. Somehow it just didn't seem right, her sitting there and holding onto an animal as if he were her...husband. Although, Joyce had to admit Willie was a damn sight better than he was, especially when it came to...
"No, no, I won't think of it," she said out loud, pulling the dressing gown off the door hook and rushing out of the bedroom.
Joyce ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her, dropping the gown to her feet. She closed her eyes, still feeling the dog's wonderful silky tongue washing over her thighs, her fingers, her cunt. How could she discipline her daughter now, tell her what to do morally when she was guilty of...she didn't want to think of it. Not now. Tomorrow, when the sun was up. Things always looked better in the morning. With that she flicked on the lights and turned on the shower, wondering when Annie was going to come home.
CHAPTER THREE
It was getting late. For all of her earlier bravado, Annie was getting a little nervous about coming home with her cousin these many hours after the curfew her mother had imposed. And still the temptation to remain at the party calmed some of her fears. The music was good and loud, the kids from school all dancing and having a good time. Her cousin Janie was getting along well...too well in the eyes of some of her girlfriends who eyed the newcomer suspiciously. Janie was something of a flirt. When one of her best girlfriends came up to her to complain, Annie thought it might be prudent to say a word or two.
"It's a great party," Janie said, her brown eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. The two of them were standing by the punch bowl, a glass of the spiked fluid in each of their hands. The party was being given without parental supervision. Such was life in the suburbs of Los Angeles.
"Yeah, real great," Annie agreed, feeling a little awkward. She had purposely worn a short skirt that nearly showed off her panties. It was something her cousin had coaxed her into, something that made her wonder about just what kind of girl Janie was. Her mother had shot disapproving looks at the girls as they left, although her look softened somewhat when Annie assured her the party was going to be supervised. How she hated lying to her mother like that. Still, the party promised to be groovy.
"Some of the guys here...well, you know, are kind of turning onto me," Janie said, giving her cousin an impish smile, then gulping down some of the punch.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Annie said. "Jackie's saying things about you...that you want to steal boyfriends around here."
Janie didn't seem surprised at all by the comment. She wiped the punch off her lips and glanced around her.
"If they can't keep their boyfriends, that's their hard luck."
"Janie!"
"Sorry, cousin," the brunette said, nudging her playfully and finishing her drink. "I'm just being friendly, and if the other girls don't like it, what can I do?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Besides, some of them could use a little competition around here. It's too much like a little club...say, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"
Annie blushed. Her cousin was right. Several times Janie had broached the topic but Annie had always steered the conversation away. Now she couldn't hide her confusion.
"No...my mother's...well, she's against me going out and..."
Janie pursed her lips together and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I know. My mom's the same way...sort of. I manage to get out, though," she said, giving that impish smile again. She turned around and refilled her glass, glancing around at the admiring eyes of the boys and the hostile ones of their dates.
"Then how...I mean, you said you've gone pretty far with-"
"Hey, I haven't let them...you know, fuck me or anything," Janie said, narrowing her eyes and tilting her chin up. "The guys'll tell you anything, then run away the second you're pregnant. I've seen that happen lots of times. But," Janie added, sipping more of the heady punch, "there've been times when I wanted to...you know, really get down and do it!"
Anne giggled, feeling a little embarrassed at being so frank for the first time. It seemed a little daring, even, a little dirty to be doing this. Still it was a conversation she had to have. No one else around her could win her confidence, not even her mother.
"Come on, nobody's gonna shoot me for having a little fun. I won't steal their boyfriends from them. I'm just doing a little window shopping," Janie said, winking playfully at her cousin, then moving away from the refreshment table and sashaying back to the dance floor.
Annie wished she could have her cousin's confidence. She could never act that way-so free and easy, especially under all those stares! She swallowed more of the punch, feeling the delicious burning sensation of the liquor going down.
"Hey, Annie, how's things?"
It was Jason, Jason Harrington. She had a crush on him and now he was speaking to her, having come up from behind and nearly startling her. She brought the punch cup against her chest, steadying her fingers as she turned and smiled easily, trying to imitate her cousin's attitude.
"Okay. Nice party," she said, feeling her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it.
"Some of the guys brought up some good Scotch. They've got it upstairs. Expensive stuff. Wanna try it?"
He had spoken to her many times in school, crossing his arms in the haH and laughing easily while joking about one or the other teachers. But this was the first time he had been really social to her.
"I'll see if Janie-"
"She's having a pretty good time up here by herself. Come on, it'll be fun," he said, his gaze moving up and down her slim, firm form.
Annie felt a warm rush of feelings bathe her body.
"Okay, why not?"
The blonde had tried a little Scotch once or twice before, not caring for it particularly. But with someone as tall and handsome as Jason asking her to join him she could hardly refuse.
She watched him ask one or two others to join him. Soon the small group was drifting to the door. Annie watched the way Jason was moving. God, he was sexy!
Upstairs things started happening fast. Jason had everybody sit in a circle on the thick carpet. Annie was glad the Harringtons were so open about their son and his friends. Otherwise she couldn't be having this kind of a time!
Annie held her breath. She felt, for a while, as if she were trapped into something she wasn't sure of. Some of the others took a swig from the bottle. Her turn came and she took only a little, handling it well, then handing the bottle back to Jason. He took advantage of the moment to brush the inside of her palm with his fingers. The touch, that sensation, was electric. She wondered if she were high already. The drink didn't taste as bad as before. But then again, she hadn't taken very much at all.
Someone turned out the small lamp, and someone lit a candle. Looking to the right, she could see Jason smiling. It was a knowing, sensual smile. Or was she imagining things? The bottle came her way again and this time she accidentally got more of the liquor than she'd intended. Jason patted her on the back when she coughed, holding the bottle in front of her.
"I...I don't think I want any more,"
Annie said, wondering if she should split this room and go downstairs to find her cousin. She should be getting on home. Her mother was getting to be a real pain about her staying out beyond curfew.
Her voice sounded funny. When she turned to Jason, she saw one of the boys nearby slugging hard from another whiskey bottle.
"You like it?" Jason asked.
She pictured him grabbing her shoulders, kissing her roughly. That was silly. He had probably lots of girls around him. Why should lie be interested in her?
"Not bad," she answered, trying to keep from coughing again.
"Yeah, good stuff," he sighed, passing the bottle to the left and staring hotly at Annie.
The girl felt funny all over again. Some of the people were getting up, saying they'd had enough, saying that the liquor was too powerful. Annie agreed. She got up, fell against the wall, then braced herself, trying to keep from falling onto the floor. When she looked around, she saw everyone had left except for one boy passed out across the room and Jason still drinking from the bottle.
"Annie, come on over," he said.
She followed the sound of his voice, sitting down next to him.
"You like this? I mean, us alone and all that?" he asked, leaning against her.
Did he want to get fresh with her...fuck her? The deliciously wicked thought shot through her mind. The Scotch had to be doing this to her, making her think all these awful thoughts when she should be getting up and getting out of here. She was in a dangerous position.
Annie could feel her nipples getting hard, could feel her cuntlips swelling up, peeling back stickily as Jason's breath became heavy, uneven, catching in places.
"I feel...so strange," she said.
Jason was running his fingers through her hair. She sighed.
"Some far-out Scotch," he said.
He was kissing the back of her neck. His touch nearly wiped her out. She looked up at him, afraid of what she might say.
"I think...I'd better go," Annie said, getting up and feeling her knees starting to buckle.
Jason rose with her. In a moment she felt his strong, muscled body crushing her back. Her slim ass flattened from the pressure. She was screaming...or was she? Maybe that awful shriek was inside her head. It was hard to breathe!
"You're somethin' else, you know that?"
Jason said, his words slurring.
The words changed her mood completely. The fear skittered away and was replaced by a warm, pulsing sensation spreading through her belly and cunt. She knew she was high. Would his words have shocked her otherwise? She didn't know. All Annie knew was that Jason was sucking on her earlobe now, hunching sensuously against her crotch. The girl squirmed against his rubbing hips.
"I can't breathe," Annie murmured.
His mouth was teasing hers. She didn't feel so sure of herself anymore. If Janie were here, she could coax her cousin, tell her if she were doing anything wrong. Of course her mother would object. Her mother objected to anything that smacked of fun!
"Yeah, it's kinda hard for me to breathe too," Jason said.
Several seconds ticked by. His hand moved down her side, traced one hip, moved down farther. Annie gasped against his neck. Unconsciously she kissed him there. He smelled so musky, so masculine, so good! But where was her pride, her morality? Shouldn't she be trying to push him away, to save her precious honor?
"Lemme suck your tongue."
Annie threw all caution to the winds, giving in to him willingly. Too willingly, she thought.
And yet, when he pulled her tongue deep between his front teeth, she was glad he did. He bit and sucked until she was whimpering like a small animal. His hand had cupped upward, fingers curled around her silken-covered cunt mound. He had pushed in far enough for the dampness of her pussy to leak through the nylon and wet his finger.
"Ohhh...I don't think we'd better-" It was wrong, so wrong. No one had gone this far, had actually touched her there. "Come on."
And yet now, with all the alcohol swimming in her head, it seemed perfectly natural. Annie felt herself panting hard. Somehow, someway, Jason had slipped one finger under the skimpy band of silky material that clung to her naked cunt.
"Jesus!" she gasped.
He was breathing like an animal.
"Hey, come on with me."
"Jason, I shouldn't be in here with you. I should go and see if Janie's all right and..."
She felt herself being pushed down onto the floor. Her sandals were being unbuckled. And the next thing she knew, he was down at her feet, sucking her toes.
"Ohhhhh..."
He was sucking two toes now, tickling her madly with his tongue. What was he doing to her? No man had dared touch her like this, do this kind of thing. It was awful, terrible to let Jason touch her like this. What if one of the kids from downstairs came in and found them? The story would be all over school how she had let herself become involved with Jason.
Again she tried to push herself away. But he was too strong, too insistent for her. He caught both her feet. Now he was kissing up the back of one calf, licking her like a hungry puppy.
Annie had never imagined anything like this in her wildest, sexiest dreams. Her images had always been rather vague. Of course she knew the rudiments of sex, but that was all. The subtle, damp touch of his lips and teeth and tongue against the soft place behind her knee was something thrilling. She felt herself growing hotter and weaker, unable to resist Jason.
Annie found herself on her stomach. How had she gotten there? She didn't know. Everything was such a blur, so confusing to her. She guessed the alcohol was still having an effect on her. The next thing she knew, hands were pushing her short skirt up, hooking over the elastic band of her panties.
"NO, JASON!" she shouted.
She gasped as she felt the sheer nylon skinning down over her plump ass-cheeks.
Desperately the girl jerked her hands down, trying to catch Jason's wrists, trying to keep her panties on. But the silken tangle was pulled down over her thighs, knees, ankles, then off. "OH GOD!"
She didn't want this. Annie didn't want him to go this far. Her cheeks blushed furiously while her mind was in a riot of confusion. What on earth was she letting happen to her? He was going too far, touching her in places that made her feel so funny!
"You're making me feel weird, Jason. Please stop," she panted, hardly able to speak.
The next thing she knew his cheeks were wedged between her thighs. And his mouth, that wonderful mouth was doing things again. It felt as if someone had kicked open a trapdoor and she was spinning down some wonderful tunnel. Her hands flew out, scraping the floor, touching Jason, running through his hair. She didn't know up from down at this point.
He was doing things to her, touching her...there in that secret, private place. She felt the smooth, silky rub of Jason's lips as they forced her cuntlips apart. It was a crazy, new sensation that drove her mad. To have Jason's mouth against her swelling cunt was important she felt. Tensing her ass muscles, Annie hunched into his face.
"That's it, keep it goin', Annie! Shit, this is great!"
Jason couldn't know just how hot he was making her, doing things like this to her. He had her spread open, helpless there on the floor. Her chest heaved mightily as he moved his head from side to side, burrowing deeper between her outer cuntlips. She could feel the juices of her cunt seeping all over her. The tickling of his light kisses was incredible, making her feel really high.
"Ohhhhh..." she moaned.
Annie had never thought about having a man putting his mouth on her cunt. She had never heard of that sort of thing, although now the girl wondered why. For something this good to be hidden was a crime.
And he wasn't just kissing her pussy. No, he was licking deep into her cunt, searching for an even hotter place. Then she felt him pull back, rimming the edges of her tense, eager cunt mouth with the tip of his tongue. She stiffened in embarrassment, beating the heels of her feet against the floor.
"OHHHHHHHHHH GOD, what are you...doing?"
He turned her onto her back now. He was holding her cuntlips apart with his calloused fingers, rubbing each fold and hollow of her cunt with his tongue. He was discovering her, going over the curves and plumpness of her pussy.
His fingers pressed into the muscles just above each of her knees and he spread her legs inch by inch. She felt as if she were being split in two. And that wonderful tension added to the steady beating friction of his mouth against her cunt.
"UGHHHHHH..." she groaned.
Without thinking, Annie started moving her hips. She was moving them up and down in sharp fucking motions. It would have been impossible for her not to have responded to his mouth fucking. She dug at the carpeting with her hands, jerking her head from side to side. Annie felt her fine hair tangle around her neck and ears. And then suddenly Jason was pushing her jersey up and kissing her belly. When his tongue snaked into her navel, the girl shivered, digging her nails into his head.
"Oh stop, please...stop."
Annie caught her breath.
"Janie'll be looking for me...and..."
Jason made her sit up. He was skinning her jersey top off. Her arms were weak, flopping over her head as he pulled the garment up. It slid over her big tits, frictioning the nipples. Jason threw it aside and caught her face in his hands. Her head was bent back, her mouth lolling open. Jason was kissing her wildly, tonguing her, fingering her cunt at the same time. It was shameless, whorish for her to be doing this with a near-stranger. She was doing what many married women would be ashamed to do with their husbands. And it was so good, so shamelessly good!
CHAPTER FOUR
Annie thought she was going to pass out from the rising pleasure burning her brain. She felt floods of her hot fuck juice wetting her cuntlips.
Jason was running the fingers of his right hand gingerly along her fuzzy cunt slit. Annie had closed her legs again, but his touch brought a moan from her, and she parted them again. She was letting him find her clit, that tiny squiggle of flesh that drove her mad whenever she touched it at night in the privacy of her bedroom. Now someone else was taking care of it, touching, doing all the things she had fantasized about!
"UGH! UGH...OOOOHHHH!" she groaned in rapture.
Jason was rolling his thumb back and forth, pressing down until the girl was clinging to his neck, whimpering, begging him with lusty little grunts to...to do she didn't know what. It was so wild, so unusual to feel this kind of thing.
"Want me to eat you out again?"
Jason was smiling strangely at her, his tongue flicking in and out of her mouth. She didn't care. Annie lowered her eyes and nodded, feeling like a slut, like the bad girls her mother used to describe to frighten her away from doing sexual things. And now...now she was doing them herself, loving them! Her breathing was out of control, gaspy, shallow and hot because of all the forbidden things she was suddenly doing now.
Jason rolled onto his back. Annie didn't know what on earth he wanted to do. But he was so strong, so sure of himself. She let him guide her. The girl felt his hands grasping her thighs, moving her, coaxing her along until she found herself straddling his broad shoulders. Her knees were bent so that her legs were pointed back alongside his body. It felt so strange, so wicked.
Annie let out a sharp laugh, the laugh quickly turning into a moan as she felt her cuntlips splitting apart once more. He was touching her body in a dozen places, or so it seemed as she tried to do what he wanted. Annie scooted up higher. Then she knew what he was going to do. He was going to eat her out this way! She felt her cuntlips peeled open by the strain of her position.
He was caressing her firm ass with both hands. His light touch brought shivers from her lips. Her cunt was over his sucking mouth now. He brought her down until Annie heard the sound of his tongue slopping over her pussy.
"Oh God, God, you do...do things to me...that drive me...ughhhh
"Oh, Annie, Annie, I've wanted to do this for a long time," he sighed into her hairy, dripping young pussy.
Annie threw her head back, feeling wild, free, like a young mare romping through new fields. She was still a virgin, still had her cherry intact. And here she was riding a man shamelessly, letting him touch her all over with his hands and mouth and tongue! Would she let him have her cherry tonight if he wanted it? Annie didn't know. Stories about the pain and blood involved shot through her mind. Perhaps they were true. At this point the girl didn't know truth from fiction.
"OH GOD!" she gasped.
"Yeah, move it real nice and slow...ughhh, yeah, like that," Jason coaxed.
Annie was high, dizzy, still falling through that dark world of touch, taste and smell. Her thin arms were braced on the floor while Jason licked her ass-cheeks, then moved his hands over her fleshy ass until the girl thought she was going to die. He moved her around so that her cunt rubbed continually against his mouth. His front teeth cut along the edges of her sensitive inner pussylips. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, and moaned, riding him like a cowboy rides a bucking horse.
She didn't know this guy very well, hadn't dated him. And here they were, doing things she couldn't believe, hadn't even heard of in those dull sex education classes.
"Ohhhhh..."
He was so damned sexy! His tongue was searching back along her crack. She felt his tongue spearing into her cunt, slick and hard like a cock! For the first time, Annie seriously considered the possibility of fucking, of letting him stick his prick into her. Again she thought about those terrible stories of the first time, of the pain. Again the girl brushed them aside and concentrated on the licking going on now between her white, shivering legs.
"UGHHHHHH..." she moaned in ecstasy.
He was incredible, fucking his tongue up into her pussy, then pulling it slowly back. He was tasting her insides, smelling her, doing all sorts of things to her. For a moment Annie wondered what all this could be like for a man. She could tell he liked it. But did all men like it?
Had her dead father been this way, doing these kind of things to her mother? If so, then how could Joyce live all these years without having a man touch her? Annie couldn't believe her mother had gone ten years without having a man do this to her! She knew she wouldn't be able to stop having sex now. Somehow she'd have to have it ail the time. Her young body was demanding it, throbbing for it!
Annie shivered again. His fingers were tracing her spine, her tiny waist. More of those hot, young fuck juices seeped out, wetting his cheeks. The girl cried out again, her body stiffening as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. She rolled her hips with a new wild freedom. Jason saw what was happening and licked hungrily at her clit.
Annie was moving her hips faster and faster, pressing her weight down against him. His front teeth cut her more and more. She liked that feeling. The girl started pumping her ass in the steady, hunching spasms of fucking. She was fucking his mouth, actually taking the initiative at this point. It was unbelievable how that tiny tickle was building. Annie let her head hang between her arms and plunged around like some wild animal!
"Uh...uh...uh..."
Gasps from her throat filled the room. She felt Jason's fingers snaking under her, rubbing the hollows of her thighs where they met her body. Annie wanted him to finger her cunt. She wanted to know how it would feel having a man touch her there, finger her off.
She knew how it felt for her to touch herself, to close her eyes in the middle of the night and dip her fingers into her hot pussy when she thought of men...of what they would do to her. How she kicked and bucked her ass around when the spasms shot through her young pussy. She had brought herself off again and again in spite of the warnings her mother gave her about masturbation and its ills. It was all bunk.
As if he could read her mind Jason suddenly slipped two fingers into her cunt, sliding them back and forth in soft, fucking movements.
"AHHHHHHH!" Annie screamed, nearly going down on the floor.
But her shaking arms held. She was drooling, tossing her head crazily. He was fucking in and out of her pussy with his fingers. Then she felt the tips of his fingers touch her cherry. Stiffening again, Annie pulled back, peering down through her curtaining blonde hair at the young stud.
"Man, you're a virgin!" Jason said, his eyes wide with surprise.
Annie didn't know whether to be ashamed or surprised. Then she saw a faint smile cross his lips.
"There aren't too many virgins running around school," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement.
"I...I just don't give myself to...to anyone," Annie said between pants.
She could tell he was proud to have the chance to pop her cherry. Yes, yes, she'd do it. In a flash the girl had made up her mind. If Jason wanted to fuck her, she would let him. To hell with morality, with her mother's warnings, with society and all the hypocrisy she'd witnessed about sex. No, she was going to do it, fuck hard and fast and hot if Jason would let her.
Annie could hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough friction. But when the tickle became too teasing she forced herself to quit so Jason could eat her cunt better while working his fingers around. He dug against her soft, moist cunt lining. He plowed his knuckles against the clasping folds, turning the girl into nothing short of a wild, sex-crazed animal.
Annie felt the suction of her pussy trying to nurse his fingers as if they were a cock. Instinctively the girl knew that her cunt would be acting that way once he fucked his prick in and split her in two. Was he big, was he huge as some men were?
To be split apart by a donkey-prick. That had to be every woman's secret fantasy. Yes, that was what she hoped Jason had!
Annie felt herself cumming. She had hoped to hold off, to stop herself. But she didn't have any control. The feverish, itching thrills burst like a napalm bomb in her belly. She curved her slim body down, fucking that wonderful mouth. She reached down and held the sides of Jason's head as her ass writhed desperately to get all of his mouth, tongue and chin. It was happening so much slower that she thought it would. Each keen explosion racked her senses in slow motion. She wished it could go on forever, keep going on until she died of it.
"UGHHHHAAWWWAAAAAHHH!" she yelled.
Annie could feel the glossy rub, that tickle that grew to an itch and then into an aching wild madness. It was going on so slowly, though, so very slowly. Did anything in the world matter other than this?
Annie didn't even remember the last of it. It was simply a wonderful world of slick, hot frenzy that finally ebbed away. She tried to open her eyes. She was on her back, her legs spread, twitching. Her lips was dry so she licked them. Jason was standing by her. She could see his chest, his arms, his belly. She felt so strange.
What was he doing? He was pushing down his pants, freeing his prick.
Her fantasy was complete. He was, as some of the girls in her school would say, super-hung. Something that big, that heavy belonged on the groin of a donkey or horse! It had to be eight...no, nine, perhaps ten inches long and at least two inches wide! She had heard some stories of men like that, men who had to find certain women to take all their cocks. But never in her wildest imagination had she really believed any man like that would come in contact with her. Of course a few seconds ago, in the madness of her climax, Annie had hoped Jason was big. But not this big? Her eyes were wide with surprise and fear.
"We'll wait for a while," Jason said, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them aside. "I wanna have you good and hot for this."
They lay side by side for at least fifteen minutes. Maybe it was longer. Annie couldn't tell. She was panting like an animal, shivering while Jason traced his fingers along her tits, neck, chest and belly. At times he fingered her pussylips, chuckling to himself when Annie groaned and bent her knees back.
She loved him doing that to her, touching her all over until she thought she was going to come to pieces. The power of her last orgasm hadn't taken away any of her enthusiasm. Bit by bit, minute by minute, she felt herself getting ready to take him on again, to let herself get fucked for the first time, to open up and let a man discover the secrets of her young pussy.
"Nice, nice, nice," Jason whispered, his fingers dipping into her pussy again.
Annie felt her cunt clamp shut, felt her tense pussylips grasp his fingers eagerly. She was ready again, ready to let him touch her as he'd done before. But now he was going to do something else, something far more mysterious, far more dangerous than anything she'd tried before. The girl opened her legs in a silent signal to let Jason know she was ready.
Her hot little cunt was pressed down against the floor now, wetting the carpet with fuck juice. Jason had gotten her hot. The image of him standing above her, standing there with his big prick jutting out of his hairy groin burned in her mind. She could feel his cock rubbing against her thighs now, feel something very hot and slick and throbbing rubbing against her flesh. It was wonderful, exciting! how could she not turn onto something like this?
He was so masculine, so overpowering! He had touched her with his mouth and tongue. But now there was something else far more exciting, more overpowering!
"Oh, yes, yes, do it, do it!" she cried.
He was on top of her again, fingering her cunt, then sliding his hands up to her tits.
"Man, nice pussy, nice cunt," he whispered, kissing the side of her neck.
"Pussy, cunt," Annie echoed, feeling her mind spinning around again.
Was it always this way? Was having sex always a time when a woman felt spacy, unreal. It was beautiful wonderful. She spread herself open, moaning under her breath. She was on fire all over again, her cunt running with hot lava.
Annie heard him telling her how good it was going to be, how he was going to fuck her little fuzzy cunthole with his fat prick.
He rubbed her cuntlips together. She kissed him while he heated up her delicate pussy flesh. Her hands flew around his neck, pulling his mouth tighter onto hers. Their tongues lashed against one another as spit dribbled down her chin.
"Fucking," she heard him whisper in one ear, then felt his tongue flick against her ear opening.
"Please, please..." she whispered back, thinking she and Jason were floating into that wonderful world of climax once more.
He was sliding his hands up and down her belly, then up until he touched her tits. Annie thought again she was going to die. He moved his head around and started sucking on her big tits, lashing the nipples with his tongue until he had the girl wallowing her shoulders against the floor while arching her back. It was wonderful having the sensation of his tongue, teeth and lips touching her tits!
Annie was crying in ecstasy as she felt his mouth engulf one red-tipped tit and suck so hard she thought he was tearing her nipple off. He was laving her tits with spit, bathing the sore tips until they were throbbing with pleasure. He used his mouth and hands to work the girl back up to her former fever pitch. In a moment, in just a second, he was going to fuck her, drive his fat cock into her cunthole.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she moaned.
Her body ached for his touch, for his hands and legs and prick. She knew what she wanted...that long cock fucking inside her!
His prick was so big, though that his cock frightened the young blonde teen. But, in spite of her fears, Annie knew she had to fuck him. She was ready to fuck now, as ready as she would ever be.
"Oh, now, now, now," Annie cried shamelessly, not caring what he thought about a woman begging a man to fuck her.
"Yeah, yeah, it's gonna be now," he told her.
Annie tensed, waiting for the pain, for the initial sensation of a cock being fucked into her cunt. She felt him positioning himself, rolling her back a little while edging her knees apart with his. He was rolling forward now, hunching down with his hairy ass. Annie could feel his hot cock sliding along the groove separating her right thigh from her body.
Jason pushed down a little harder. His thick cockhead was spreading her bloated cuntlips apart, working its way inside the way his fingers had a bit earlier.
Annie worked her body on the floor, throwing her head back, her face a mask of intense concentration. It was so strange, so deliciously odd, feeling a man's prick going into her pussy for the first time. She concentrated all thought and will on her cunt, shivering, wishing this could go on forever.
"Feel good?" he asked.
How could she answer him? How could she answer anyone when all this fucking around took away the power of speech? All she felt like doing was fucking...marvelous, wonderful fucking, fucking that would drive away all her problems for a while.
"GUGHGHHH!" Jason grunted, working his body from side to side.
The girl could feel his cock. The spongy thick prickhead reamed out her tight virgin passage, pushing farther and deeper into her body. His cock fucked into her juicy cunthole, shoving aside the convulsing folds of her pussylips, going in deep, inch after throbbing inch.
Annie thought for a while that her pussy would tear, would give way under the constant pressure. But of course nothing ripped. A woman's pussy was elastic, would stretch and take nearly anything.
"UGHHHHH!"
"Fucking...shit, this is good fucking," Jason whispered.
"Fucking," Annie whispered, the sound of the word coming from her mouth turning her on.
"SHIT, GO FOR IT!"
She would go for it or do whatever Jason wanted her to. She was a slave, a slave impaled on his fat, juicy cock!
CHAPTER FIVE
She was begging him for more cock, more prickmeat as her pussy was being stretched wide open for the first time.
"Cock, ohhh...ohhhhh!"
The young girl was going mad, curling her fingers, dragging the nails over Jason's smooth, humping back. He slid more cock into her, rotating his prick along the clean, tight channel of her virgin cunt.
"Yeah, oh, fuck, yeahhh," Jason sighed, lowering himself slowly on her twisting body.
It was the best, greatest feeling Annie had ever had! Nothing had prepared her for this! Fucking was even better than all that mouthing Jason had been doing before. His fingers were grabbing at her nipples, pinching them hard until she squealed with pain and delight.
She was completely covered with him, almost smothered by his masculinity. He was trapping her with his hands, his arms, his legs, his prick. She wanted this, wanted it badly. Her cunt ached for it, her mind demanded it.
"We're really fucking, baby, really fuckin'. Feel good? Does my cock in you feel real good?"
"Yes, oh, yes, oh, yessss!"
Annie thought she was going to go insane. She felt the pressure in her cunt become more and more intense as Jason fucked deeper. There were only two inches of prickmeat inside her with six, maybe seven outside waiting to go. And she wanted all of his cock fucking inside her, stretching her cunt walls. She wanted Jason to roll down on top of her, squeeze her, push her down into the floor. He was holding her tightly while he fucked his prick up inside her begging body. The girl cried out, jerking to the right and reaching up to pull his chest down onto her tits.
"FUCKING!" Jason repeated.
"Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!" Annie gasped, wanting every thick inch of prick in her.
"Then take it!" he yelled.
He hunched down, bearing hard. His cock pushed through her tight, slippery cunthole, his cockhead cooking in the hot fuck oil bubbling out. As his prick shoved aside her virgin tissues, his rod was grabbed hard by her pussy walls. Annie's pussy was convulsing already and they had only begun. He had so many more inches to shove in.
Grunting like a stuck pig, Jason shoved down. He had to get his prick in. He pushed forward and down, feeling his prickhead finally striking that fleshy wall, that cherry protecting the rest of her cunt.
"NO!" she screamed instinctively.
Those terrible fears about the first fucking shot back into her mind.
"Yeah, yeah, you're cherry...but I gotta bust through."
She couldn't go through with it. She could hear the music again through the door. Downstairs the kids were having a good time dancing and drinking. There were no worries, no problems like the one she was having now. Dragging her arms up, Annie tried pushing
Jason away, tried to shove him off her body. There was no way she could do it. He was far too strong, too masculine for her to move him. He was going to split her open, going to pop her cherry, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it!
"Oh, you're going to hurt me!" she wailed.
"At first...then it's home free," Jason said.
He grabbed her hard by the shoulders and held her down, hunching hard into her tight little cunthole. His cockhead was shoving hard against the fleshy wall. His prick was taking all his weight as he bore down on her.
"NOOOOOOO!" Annie screamed again, not caring if the kids downstairs could hear her.
She tossed and twisted, hair splashing over her flushed face while tears oozed out from under her long blonde lashes.
She fought with all her strength, writhing like a snake on the floor, beating the backs of her legs against the thick carpeting.
But nothing would stop the young hunk from bursting her cherry.
"NOW!" he yelled. "
It was a terrible moment, one she would never forget.
His cock broke through in one swift shove and his massive prick rocketed into her body.
His cock was sore from the busting of her cherry. But Jason kept fucking into her hot cunt until he felt his prick root resting against her stretched outer labia. It had been quite an effort. He lay on top of her, his head resting against her chest while his prick throbbed crazily in her cunt. "Annie?" he said.
The girl moaned. It had been as if shards of glass showered into her pussy, cutting across every nerve ending in that area. She lay panting, gasping, trying to refill her lungs. It had hurt, hurt more than anything in the world up to that moment. But now there was a definite sensation of the pain going away, being replaced by something far more warm, something far more exciting!
"Annie?" he repeated.
The girl cried something, then drew her fingers lightly over the back of his neck. How good it was to feel every inch of a man's prick buried in her, throbbing hard against her slick cunt walls.
"Oh, you...you hurt me."
"It won't hurt any more...I promise."
Jason let her lay there for several minutes catching both her thoughts and her breath.
"Come on. I think you're okay now. You're gonna feel something really great...really great," he whispered, tonguing her neck.
He started fucking, slowly at first, pulling his cock part of the way out, then shoving back in. Back and forth, up and down. That was a wonderful motion, a marvelous sensation the way his prick was fucking her pussy.
Then suddenly he stopped, his body shaking.
"Don't move," he told her.
"Why, I can't...help it, you're so good, you're so...good!"
Annie felt him shivering more frantically. She was fully aware of his legs, his body, his muscled arms under her back while his fingers were digging into her ass-cheeks. It was so hard for her to keep still. But she guessed he was going to cum if she didn't stop.
"Annie!"
It felt strange having that power, the power over a man to control his orgasm. She fought terribly to keep her body under control while Jason sucked in deep breaths.
"SHIT!" he gasped.
He closed his eyes and started kissing her chin, her forehead, her damp cheeks. She had learned so much about fucking lately. It just seemed to come to her naturally. And the girl had the idea she wanted to practice what she'd picked up and observe what it did to a male. That would be interesting research, to fuck herself silly while still watching what men did on top of her!
Annie was breathless with what his hands were doing to her now. It felt so strange to have fingers sliding between her ass-cheeks. But that was different. Now his cock was in her, spreading her open. And yet at the same time it seemed as if Jason wanted to fuck her in the ass as well...at least with his hands. And, when those fingertips neared her ass-cheeks, the girl realized there were nerves there responding to that feathery touch she had never guessed about. He was touching her shitter! When he tried to push his fingers in a little, she jerked her ass away.
"Don't...ohhhhh..."
"I'm tryin' to keep you still."
"I couldn't keep still now if you tied me up."
The thought of being tied up, of being roped frightened her...frightened and excited her. Yes, even that would increase the incredible heat she felt. Fucking was so important, the most important thing for her right now in the world. She curled her spine again, rubbing her groin against his.
"Come on, come on on top just like you did before," Jason suggested.
Annie didn't say anything. He just rolled with her, hugging her body against him. The music became louder, or so it seemed. Annie felt the relief of being able to breathe again.
"Oh, this is...is great!"
Incredible! This was the first time she had been fucked and already she was experimenting with positions. She couldn't bother with being self-conscious any more.
How different it was being on top. At first her movements seemed a little awkward, and she had to relearn how to imitate Jason's movements when he'd been on top. But, after a few moments, she could see how to rock her body forward so that his cock would pull out of her clinging cunt. The noise, the slick sucking noise made her shiver. She could feel the froth of her slick juices as Jason's cockhead pulled streams of fuck juice back through her cunthole and out down her ass-cheeks. And yet, no matter how much seeped out, there seemed to still be more cum to take its place.
"Ohhh, damn!" he muttered.
He was shivering again, telling her to be still. How sensitive men were! Of course she was hot, just as hot as he was. But nothing like being close to cumming. Of course she had had a climax already. Maybe that had something to do with it. Well, she'd think about it later. Now all the young teen cared about was getting off, getting off with that wonderful, hard-muscled prick fucking through her.
Jason was very still, his eyes shut tightly, his mouth set as if he were holding something back. She didn't want him to cum yet. And yet she had to keep feeling that wonderful jabbing of his cock. The heft of his prick weighed wonderfully against her insides. The heat of his cock along with her own heat made her tremble, made her cry out for more.
She was controlling her sliding, fucking movements better than before. Annie found she could roll her ass around when she settled herself down all the way around him.
"Yeah, oh, baby, you're a natural," Jason said, tensing his legs and pressing them up against Annie's prancing ass.
"Am I?"
"Shit, and you're gonna make me cum...cum real soon," he said in a strangled voice.
Suddenly the thought of getting pregnant, of becoming knocked up, shot through her mind.
"Jason, I'll get pregnant if we keep this up. I'll get-"
"Hey, don't worry. I'm not gonna fuck you up that way. Don't worry," he said, raising one hand weakly and sliding his fingers over her cheeks.
"But-"
"Don't worry," he repeated, his smile fading as another spasm shot through his cock.
He hooked his hands around her neck and drew her down to him. She smiled, lowering her face until her tits tickled over his chest. Annie gave him her tongue again, prancing her ass, feeling so wonderful, so complete.
"Come on, baby, work it, work it around my fuckin' cock."
"Ohhhh, yes, yes," she hissed through her clenched teeth.
It was wonderful, incredible, having his cock fucking again and again in her cunt.
"But no, don't...don't...be careful," she warned him again.
"Don't worry, baby, I won't knock you up," he groaned.
Jason tried to smile. There was sweat beaded on his forehead. Annie noticed how green his eyes were...green and kind and exciting, looking at her as if she were some kind of sexual goddess.
"Oh, I can't stay...can't keep still," Annie groaned.
"Ohhhhh, Annie, where did you come from?"
The words made her burn with lust. She released her cuntal hold on him, then slowly clenched down again. When her pussy muscles were tight around his prickshaft just behind the flared tip, she tossed her ass with wild, feverish movements. Jason sounded as if he were strangling. He jerked his knees up, then let them flop down again. Annie stopped moving and loosened her cunt, letting the stud's cockhead glide slowly out of her.
Annie could tell Jason wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He was close, as close as she'd been moments ago.
"I...oh, God, I'm so...so close," she moaned, afraid he'd be shooting that rich fuck cream she'd read about in class.
Annie was going wild, just as wild as Jason. She wasn't able to control herself any longer. She wanted to feel him cumming inside her, wanted to feel the hot splash of his jizz against her pussy walls no matter the risk.
"UGHHHH..." The teen trembled.
It was all so fantastic, all so wonderful. In a sudden rush of lust, she shoved her teasing ass down over the rigid stalk jutting out from the stud's groin. She felt him ripping through her tight-muscled cunt, penetrating deep into her pussy. The girl felt his hot cock, felt his spongy balls brushing against her dancing ass.
Again and again she thought of herself being fucked, of being split, shot through with his cock. It made her mind burn with lust.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
"Annie...ughhhh...you...you gotta...ughhh, gotta stop doin' that," he groaned.
"I can't, I...just can't."
"Annie, baby, you're...shit, you're gonna make me cum," he growled.
"I can't stop moving, no, I...ughhhh
Her ass slapped wetly against his groin. She felt his wiry cockhairs brushing against her puffy labia, felt them tickling the sensitive flesh of her ass-hole.
Annie managed to regain some control. She stopped moving again. But even with her ass poised high in the air, dangling above Jason's cock, she couldn't stop the convulsions of her cunt, the rhythmic milking of her pussy muscles. Her tight little cunthole grew tight, relaxed, then tightened, doing this over and over again each time he shoved up.
How good it was, feeling her velvety cuntal surfaces stroking him, knowing she was milking him closer and closer to climax.
"I...oh, God, you're doing things to me that aren't right...nooooo..."
With that, Annie reached down. She was going to do something wild, something she hadn't dared think of until now. Reaching down, she curled her fingers, letting them cradle his hot balls. She pressed them up against his body. It was amazing how the light touch of her fingers drove him nuts.
"It's scary...oh, God, maybe I oughta get off you," Annie said.
"No, damn it, not yet," he grunted, trying to keep himself still. "When you do, though, you'll have to finish me off."
Annie felt dazed with lust. She was starting to get close to cumming again herself. She couldn't keep her ass still at all now. She started a gentle fucking motion again, riding up and down like a merry-go-round pony on its pole.
"Oh, I think I'm going to...to cum too, Jason...I really think I am..."
Annie could hardly get the words out. She was jerking up and down hard, her tits jiggling, slapping together, then rolling apart with her violent up and down movements.
"Work it on out, baby, work it...ughhhh...out!" Jason cried.
CHAPTER SIX
"You gotta take my cock in your mouth!" The words burned through the red fog that had settled over her brain. "What?"
"You heard me...oh, God, you gotta...gotta," he whispered tightly.
"I can't," she whispered, feeling her throat close in fear.
"Turn around when I tell you...it'll be all right, I promise."
"But-"
"Turn around so I can eat out your pussy," he whispered.
His words sent a quiver of heat through her belly, a quiver that went straight down her thighs. She was close now, very, very close. She could appreciate Jason's anxiety, his excitement. Panting like a dog, she reached down and cupped his balls harder. Something more was happening now, something that terrified her. She could feel the huge gland inside his body increase its spasms. It was actually jerking with the raging fury of the spasms her cunt was bringing. Each time her folds oozed juice over his balls, his gland bucked. His cock was only halfway inside her now. Annie could feel the ridge along its underside, that tube where the hot jizz would come boiling out at any second. She pressed the tube inward, closing it slightly. Something was bulging out against her fingertip again.
"NOW!" he yelled.
He was warning her, telling her to be quick about it.
"I don't want to...I want to have you inside me. I don't care if I get...."
"NOW!" he insisted.
She was babbling as Jason grabbed her hips and pushed her forward and up. "No, oh, no, no!" she protested.
It was almost more than she could stand. She let out a cry of frustration as his swollen cockhead slipped free from her body. Her convulsing pussy grabbed desperately at his prick. But his cock was gone. Jason was guiding her, controlling her completely now. His cock jerked in front of her face. As he dropped her back over his head she saw a tiny drop ooze at the piss-slit. The drop grew suddenly milky and very thick.
"Annie, you gotta suck me...hurry!"
His words were so desperate, so panicked that the girl shook away her initial fear for a second. In that second the young blonde steadied his cockshaft with both hands and opened her mouth. The two spongy lobes of his prickhead rested for a moment on her lower lip. In the next second, that hot milky droplet oozed onto the tip of her tongue. Then Jason shoved his hips upward, burying his blood-filled hot prick halfway up her throat.
"UGHHHHH!"
Annie felt a wonderful softness envelop her cunt at the same time. A licking, sucking, frictiony heat gouged at her cuntlips, rubbed over her clit. Jason was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth, jerking like crazy under her. The next thing she realized, powerful jets of cum were spattering against the back of her throat. How strangely salty the flavor was.
The young woman gasped, swallowed some of the stuff, then gasped again. She felt the powerful jets of cum coating the back of her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, the back of her throat.
"Ohhhhh yeah, Annie, suck it!"
Jason was cumming in her mouth! He had his cock almost down to her throat. She could feel the power of his body as it spit out more and more jizz. Half dazed with the shivering storm of her own orgasm, the girl closed the inside of her mouth down around the jumping cock and sucked. His prick jerked and throbbed incredibly as more and more cum flooded out. She kept swallowing, swallowing until it felt as if she had a belly full of the wonderful stuff. She felt the sticky globs clinging in her throat, smelled them in her nostrils. Annie didn't care. She wanted to suck Jason now, suck him dry. Maybe it wasn't so wrong after all. Her mother hadn't mentioned too much about doing this...and nothing at all was said in class. Too bad. The other girls might really enjoy doing it!
"Jason, you're killing me."
Her words sounded so funny. She knew that stringy drops of cum were hanging from her lips.
"Ohhhh baby, baby," he groaned back. Jason shot his hips up again and the girl smiled, catching his cock in her hands so she could get her mouth around his prick again. As the fat tip grazed her teeth another glob of jizz shot out and flooded onto her tongue. "Ohhh, noooo..."
The two of them toppled over sideways. Annie's hips were dancing crazily over Jason's mouth. He was sucking hard at her seeping cunt. He raked his tongue over her clit until the pinpoint of excitement became a reality. Her orgasm pounded through her pussy, each spasm more devastating, more exciting than the other. She felt her pussy throbbing hard against Jason's open mouth. She had her knees as far apart as she could get them, thrashing and grunting like a wild woman. She danced her ass over his lips while he ate out her cunt entirely. How could she know how long it lasted?
But when they finally rearranged one another so they could hug, Jason was smiling at her.
"You're fantastic," he whispered.
"I...I'm glad you like me," she whispered back, feeling a little high. Was it the grass or her own sexuality that had made her like this. Annie didn't know. All she knew was that probably she should be getting back downstairs and home. Her mother would be going wild, wondering where on earth she was.
"You were pretty hungry, know that?" Jason said, grinning from ear to ear.
Annie blushed furiously. What a thing for him to say, especially when she could still taste his hot jizz in her mouth!
"I better go," Annie muttered, pushing away from the stud.
"Come on. When am I gonna see you again?" Jason asked, holding tightly onto her.
Annie was amazed. She thought he might push her away, not caring to have anything to do with her now that he'd fucked her.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm always at home, it seems," Annie said off-handedly, her heart pounding.
"Then I'll call. Maybe we can double, get your cousin a date or something."
"Oh, then let's do it all night the next time!" she blurted, feeling ashamed again.
Jason was laughing, shaking his head from side to side.
"God, I've created a monster! Okay, we'll see about that. If I can last, we'll go at it," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she whispered, hugging him closely, rubbing her body against his.
Annie wanted to feel him inside her again, wanted to feel his cock reaming her out, making her belly swell as if she were pregnant. Yes, she wanted to get fucked again and again until she couldn't walk! Staggering to her feet, the swaying girl took in huge lungfuls of air, looking happily' around the darkened bedroom. She felt so good, so fucking good! "So, there you are!"
Janie was arching one eyebrow as Annie came up to her. The blonde teen felt nervous for a while, wondering if something showed in her face that would give away what had happened.
"I was just...around," she said defensively, scooping up what little punch there was in the glass bowl and downing it quickly.
"Your mom's gonna have a fit," Janie said, checking her wristwatch and widening her eyes.
"Then let her," Annie said, tilting her chin defiantly up. "I've got my own things to do."
"Well," Janie said, her smile growing more broad. "You and he must've had quite a talk somewhere."
Annie felt her cheeks grow hot. She couldn't keep something that wonderful, that exciting, from her cousin. Putting down the glass, Annie drew Janie aside and told her everything that happened-from the way Jason ate out her cunt to the way he fucked her, then ate out her cunt again while she sucked him off.
"WOW!" Janie's eyes were glowing with wonder and excitement. She would never have thought her cousin would have the courage to do something like that!
"But we'd better get home. You're right. Mom's gonna be really angry and I don't wanna get grounded or something like that for too long. Jason wants to get together again, and he says he'll get a date for you."
Janie smiled, glancing over her slim shoulders as she and Annie moved out of the living room to the porch, saying goodnight to a few of the kids still there. Janie caught Jason's eye and grinned. Yes, she knew his number, knew he would be interested in her as well as Annie. Would anything come of it? Time would tell.
Joyce said nothing to the two girls as they traipsed in a full two hours beyond the imposed curfew. Her fuck with the dog had unsettled her too much, had damaged what bit of authority she felt she had over the teens. She would speak to them tomorrow, some time later when she could have better control over herself. As it was, the attractive blonde lay in bed, listening to her daughter and niece stumble up the stairs, giggling, then growing quiet when they passed the bedroom. How she wished she could talk to them, could understand them, could understand herself and figure out what was going on!
Once again Joyce thought of the dog, thought of how wonderful his tongue had felt washing over her loins, licking her cunt, her belly, her ass-hole. Why even at times she had thought of crawling up to him on all fours, turning around and wagging her plump, tight ass as if telling him she wanted him to fuck her!
"Ohhhh..." She groaned, rolling over on her side and folding the large pillow over her head.
Fucking. Just thinking of that made her cunt burn, tighten, grow hot and moist. She couldn't let herself give into her desires again. What if Annie were to find out? How could she possibly live with her daughter, knowing she knew her mother was a dog fucker? The thought horrified her, made her groan again and roll on her other side.
Joyce spent a restless night, her dreams incredibly perverted, erotic. She thought of Willie, dreamed of him touching her with his tongue, nuzzling his furry head between her soft white thighs while his tongue curled into her pussy. At times she even thought of him mounting her, touching her with his cock!
It was during one of these horrible dreams that Joyce awoke with a shock, finding herself sitting up in bed drenched with perspiration. Sunlight was streaming in through the opened window, illuminating the scene of last night's shame. Joyce covered her mouth with one hand and shook her head, wondering what on earth could have entered her mind, what could have made her commit such an awful, depraved act?
Well, whatever it was it wouldn't happen again. She wasn't going to let it happen again. She would call the pound, kick the dog out, do something to make sure Willie wouldn't again touch her with his tongue...or something else.
Showering quickly, Joyce toweled off, wrapped her gown tightly around her waist and padded down the stairs. Annie and Janie were already at the table, half finished with their breakfast cereal. They had been talking animatedly about something but quickly shut up the moment Joyce walked into the kitchen. She could feel walls being thrown up already.
"Well, you girls seem to make your own rules, don't you?" Joyce said with heavy irony, pouring herself some coffee and sitting opposite them. She moved the cup to her lips, staring at her daughter through the rising steam.
What had Annie done...if anything? Was she still a virgin? Was she fooling around with boys? She was only a teenager, still a baby in her mother's eyes. Joyce wanted to put all those questions to her. But Janie was there staring at her aunt, kicking the table legs nervously. Besides, even if her niece hadn't been present, there was a distance now between mother and daughter, a gap that made Joyce frantic.
"We didn't do anything wrong, Aunt Joyce!" Janie piped up, feeling uncomfortable under her aunt's steady gaze.
"Oh? Coming home that late without even calling wasn't wrong?"
Joyce felt her anger rising. She forgot for the moment about her scene with Willie and concentrated on disciplining her daughter and niece.
"We just got to...talking, Mother. Nothing happened!"
Joyce took another sip of her coffee. How was she going to approach this? Should she ground them, lock her wards up in a closet? That was absurd. Still, she wanted to make her point known.
Finishing her coffee, Joyce rose from the table, turning partly away from the girls and trying hard to find the correct words. She started then stopped, catching sight of Willie romping outside, playing with his shadow, then jumping up at some low-flying birds. She saw his slick black coat, his pink tongue and felt her stomach buck. She couldn't discipline her wards severely. A tremor passed through her cunt.
"Something wrong, Mom?"
"No, no, just don't feel too well," Joyce said, closing her eyes. "I...I just don't want you getting in trouble...either of you. My sister wouldn't let me hear the end of it if you, Janie, managed to do something wrong. So for the next three days I don't want either of you going out at all."
"Aw, Mom-"
"Understand? Not at all!"
Joyce was firm. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms and feeling the hard stares of her daughter and niece. What else could she do? They had broken the rules, had deliberately flaunted her authority. She had to show them she still meant business. Girls their age often enjoyed playing around; then came running home pregnant. She wasn't going to play grandmother this soon.
Feeling she had said enough for the morning, Joyce poured herself another cup of coffee, then went out of the room to dress.
Janie swallowed hard, staring out the back window at Willie, who was now growing tired of his games.
"I'll think of something," Janie said, rising from the table and heading out to the backyard.
"Oh, it's okay. When she calms down, I'll see if I can talk with her," Annie said, feeling her heart sinking like a stone.
She knew her mother's moods, knew when she played around and when she meant business. Joyce wasn't fooling now. She meant every word she had said. Annie thought about Jason, thought about how good he was to her, how good she felt when his cock rubbed against her wet cunt slit. Even sitting there in the breakfast nook, she felt herself shivering with lust. Crossing her legs tightly, Annie rubbed them together, feeling the slippery rub of her pussylips against one another.
"Ohhhhhhh..." Annie moaned softly.
Just then she heard the slapping of wood against wood. It was Willie, snaking under the large doggie door Joyce had had installed last year for him. He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, his head tilted up, his black nostrils quivering, sniffing at something. Annie loved the animal, had always made him obey her even when he seemed to ignore her mother.
"Come here, boy, come here, Willie," Annie said, pushing back from the table and stretching her arms out toward him.
He hesitated for a second, then pricked his ears up and barked. For a moment he rested his head on her lap, whimpering softly as she scratched the sensitive spots behind his pointed ears. Then something strange-happened, something she would never forget. He ducked around and pushed his nose against her crotch panel. He had done that once or twice before then had quickly pulled back. Annie had just assumed that was the way with animals. But now he was pressing harder, twisting his head around, shoving in as if he...he wanted to lick her off!
Then he lapped his tongue hotly against her damp crotch panel. That was too much! In a flash, Annie realized that he had smelled her arousal and was turning onto it. She couldn't let this happen.
"Naughty dog!" she hissed, striking his furry head.
The animal dodged away. Annie got up, brushing back her hair, wondering what on earth she was going to do for the next few days when her cunt was so hot. She was by the doorway when Willie made another move. He was letting out a low growl, driving his tongue up under her leg band, trying to get at her cunt. She felt her skin flush as she staggered against the wall.
"Jesus, Willie, what's wrong with you?"
The Doberman cocked his head, whining through his nose.
"You get outside right now," Annie said, stiffening her body and pointing at the door.
Willie lowered his head and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. She could see his white fangs, his glinting eyes. She started back toward the living room. But this time Willie darted up, wedging his shoulders between her knees and wet her crotch panel thoroughly.
"No, NO!"
"Is anything wrong, Annie?"
It was Joyce's voice. The sound of it had an electric effect on both girl and dog. Annie nearly died of shame, wondering what would happen if her mother were to find out what had just happened. She was panting, actually panting with excitement and confusion. Thank God he finally left her alone to figure out how she was going to satisfy herself. As for that crazy dog, it wouldn't happen again, she was sure of it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next three days were a hell for the three women. Annie and Janie looked daggers at Joyce while the older woman trembled with lust, eyeing the big dog.
Annie had slapped Willie down several times, crossing her legs, afraid to go outside now without having her mother or cousin at her side. Willie was getting bold, even sniffing at her crotch when Joyce or Janie was present. At times the girl thought she should approach her mother and suggest they do something with Willie. But then she would have to give a reason. And the real reason was too humiliating, too degrading to admit.
On the third day, Janie went to the supermarket to pick up some suntan oil. Annie was sipping some milk, looking dreamily out the back kitchen window, wondering when Jason would call again. He had phoned her the day after their fuck and she told him she was grounded for a while. Would he call again, come over, take her out and away from this boredom? Or had he given her up? She sighed, sipping more milk.
"Annie?"
The girl heard the familiar shuffle of her mother's sandals and put her glass down. She felt some resentment and some regret too that their former confidences were slowly disintegrating. Maybe it was all a part of growing up. She didn't know.
"Yes, Mother," the girl answered icily as Joyce walked into the room.
"Annie...when you go out on a date...I mean, what...what goes on?"
Joyce had seated herself opposite her daughter and was staring straight at her.
Annie felt a shock rush through her body but managed to control her reactions. Had her mother found out anything? She doubted it.
Joyce wasn't one to beat around the bush. She would have said something already, would have accused her of the crime already. No, she was fishing around, wondering if there was something to find out. "Why?"
Joyce was the one on the defensive now. She looked down, wringing her fingers together, then stared back up at her daughter.
"Well, I'm just concerned about your well-being," she began, sighing heavily while staring out the window. Thank God that damned dog wasn't around now! Her nerves were frayed with frustration, singing with an excitement she knew she didn't dare resolve.
"Why?"
"Well, you're my daughter, what happens to you concerns me. I...you're growing into an attractive young woman."
Joyce stopped. Annie was frowning at her, giving her that closed, defiant stare she hated. If only they could talk!
"Do you want to know if I've been to bed with a guy yet?"
The question sounded like thunder to Joyce. She reddened, curled her toes, clawed at the table cloth and wished she had never started this whole line of questioning. Annie wouldn't tell her the truth if she had been fucking.
"No, that is...I..."
Joyce had so much she wanted to tell her daughter. She wanted to tell her about her mistakes, about the things she'd done that had hurt her that had finally trapped her as she was trapped now. Maybe Annie could learn from her, learn not to make the same errors that would wind up trapping her in the same way. But her words were stifled, stuck in her throat.
"Well?"
"No, your private affairs. . . " She stopped. Joyce hadn't meant to use that word.
"If you decided that you met someone who...."
She stopped again. It was no use. There was a wall between them. She loved Annie, but was jealous of her too, afraid for her, irked by her moods. She was all mixed up.
And then she heard Willie barking somewhere outside. Joyce felt a rush of excitement run through her veins, not aware her daughter was having a similar feeling at that moment. She cringed, hoping her daughter wouldn't notice.
"You asked me if you could go out tonight. Where?" Joyce asked, wanting to end the conversation.
"Just out with some guys from school. One's kinda interested in Janie. She hasn't been out much and I thought it might be kind of fun, you know, to take in a movie or something."
The plans were vague, too vague for comfort. Yet Joyce felt she had to show her daughter some trust, some confidence. Against her better judgment and partly because of her guilt over the dog, she agreed to the date. When she heard Willie barking excitedly outside once more, she moved from the kitchen, mumbling something about going shopping for dogfood.
Annie, biting her lower lip, hoped and prayed Jason would call. She had fished around, hoping her mother would let her go out. And now that she had the opportunity she had no date.
"Oh, please call, please..." she whispered as she heard her mother go out and get into the car.
Minutes passed by. If only she knew his home phone number. Of course she could go by the school and see if he was working out or something. But that smacked of chasing after boys. She hadn't got to that level yet.
And then, as if by magic, the phone rang. Annie jumped, held her breath, then ran to the phone, praying to God it was him.
"Hey, kid, it's Jason."
Annie leaned against the wall, feeling her heart thumping like a hammer. Of course she Couldn't sound too anxious. But still she wanted to feel him over her, fucking her, holding her!
"Yes?"
"You free tonight? You said three days and...well, time's up."
He was acting cocky, but Annie could tell he was as hot as she was to have some fun.
"How about Janie? I told her we'd double and she's anxious to-"
"No problem," Jason said, chuckling softly into the receiver. "Got a buddy of mine who's seen Janie around. He-likes her and wants to get to know her better."
Annie found herself breathing heavily at the sound of his voice, at the suggestion of what was going to happen between them in just a few short hours. The girl pulled the receiver away from her mouth for just a second and fought to catch her breath.
"Hey, something wrong?"
"No, just thought my mom was coming in. Pick me up around eight?"
Annie gave him her home address and hung up. What a trip this was going to be! She hugged her young body, feeling the heat growing between her legs, feeling her cunt swelling open already. It was wrong, she knew, whorish by her mother's standards. But by her own standards it was right.
With these and other similar thoughts whirling about in her mind, Annie went upstairs. Unknown to her, Willie was in the house, standing in the living room, watching her pert ass wiggling from side to side as she climbed up to the second floor.
Annie reached her bedroom. It was a warm day. She decided she would strip, put on her bathing suit and get some sun. What a surprise she would have for Janie when she got back from the store! The two of them would be giggling all day long, waiting for the night to come, and with it excitement!
She had just slipped off her halter and had her shorts down to her knees when she saw Willie standing in her bedroom doorway.
"OH!" she cried.
She felt as if she'd just discovered a rapist! Quickly Annie remembered the strange way he had acted before, sticking his nose against her crotch, licking at her pussy. Was he going to try something now, especially now that she was alone and half naked?
"Go away, Willie!"
But the Doberman looked as if he weren't interested in the slightest in leaving. He stared at her, his tongue hanging out, his eyes glittering with lust. She saw something that made her freeze-his long, knobby prick easing out of the black furry sheath. It was so long, knobby, and pointed at the end! Annie sucked in a hissing breath, moving one leg behind the other while still bent down, her shorts wrapped around her knees. Slowly she started pulling them up, wishing someone would come home. If only she could hear the door closing, hear her mother's car purring up the drive.
Unfortunately everyone was still out, and Willie appeared not to be backing down in spite of the sharp orders Annie was giving him.
"Don't...don't do it, Willie...don't do anything," she whispered, feeling her chest tighten and her scalp crinkle.
The animal was growling softly, the fur on the back of his neck standing up. Annie thought she was going to die from terror. She'd never seen him like this. It was like having a strange animal poised ready to attack her.
If only she could call out for help. But who would believe her?
And then he lurched, pressing his snout against her exposed pussy. The touch, the absolute boldness of that move made her stagger back, her eyes wide open.
"Willie!"
The thought that an animal was touching her, doing this to her was almost too much to comprehend. She turned halfway around, stumbled toward the bed, the shorts tangled up around her legs. She felt a sudden, hot wash of a tongue over her ass-cheeks, then slipping into her sweaty asscrack. Annie jerked so hard from surprise and shock that she fell onto the bed on her side.
"UGHHHH!" she grunted.
Willie was on her in a flash, his strong legs bumping against the insides of her thighs. She jerked backward, trying desperately to get up off the bed. What if Janie should come home, climb the stairs and find him and her in bed? She couldn't think such a horrible thought as that!
"NO!"
But the dog refused to let go, crawling over her, licking her, making love to her.
Willie stayed with her, his tongue moving around. Desperately the girl kicked up, trying to knock him off the bed. But the animal was quick, moving his head away from her legs and pulling around. In a moment she felt his tongue dividing her swollen cunt slit. She gasped from the friction as he dug deep enough to slop his tongue over her clit.
"WILLIE!"
She remembered him nosing her earlier. So this is what he wanted. He was turning into something like a human rapist!
"GET AWAY!"
Her mother! If she should come back and find them like this...Joyce would send her off to some asylum!
Annie turned over again, pressing her knees against the soft mattress, crawling up toward the headboard while slapping back at the pursuing beast. She had to get away, get him off her! At least she had to keep her pussy away from his hungry mouth.
But Willie had shoved his snout deep between her ass-cheeks and was touching the bottom junction of her cuntlips with his tongue. A dog was eating her cunt! And what made it worse was that, with each passing second, his sloppy mouth was making her hot. It was almost as good as when Jason was eating her out, sticking his cock into her mouth while reaming her pussy out with his tongue! Now it was a dog doing it to her. For a second, just for a second, Annie found it difficult to tell the difference!
Somehow Annie had managed to push Willie back. She was on her hands and knees now, her forehead resting against the headboard. She wished there had been time for her to push up her shorts and cover her cunt. He would have had to rip through the material, something she was sure he wouldn't do.
She was whimpering through her nose, feeling her cheeks burn. Willie jumped again, this time landing squarely on her back. She felt his strong legs hitting her spine, then falling to the sides. The furry underside of his belly was pressing down on her, making her belly sag toward the mattress. They were in a mounting position.
"Nooooo?"
Something awful had nearly happened! She felt his doggie cock sliding along her thighs, then edging toward her cunt crack. She had flattened herself against the mattress just in time. A moment later and Annie would have felt Willie's cock slipping into her pussy.
"No, no, no..."
Now she knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her, to drive his slippery knobby prick into her cunt! She was depraved, perhaps, but he wasn't going to have her that way. She held tightly onto the headboard, sobbing with lust, with fear as the animal kept pursuing her.
"No, no, I won't...won't let you touch me like that again," she said, biting her lower lip until she tasted blood.
He was back on top of her, his body pumping against her ass. Again the girl could feel the awful hot slick touch of his cock. But now it was impossible for him to fuck her. Instead he was just rubbing his prick over her plump ass-cheeks, whining, whimpering, snapping his powerful jaws at her ears, trying to frighten her into getting back up.
The horror of what had nearly happened finally crashed in on her. Finding the strength somehow, Annie managed to climb off the bed, knocking over the nearby lamp and sending it crashing to the floor.
"Ohhhh..."
It was all so confusing, so embarrassing. The room seemed to spin around her. She had left the damned door open. What if someone were standing outside right now, listening to her pant, groan? Staggering across the floor, she rushed for the door, only to find it blocked by Willie.
"OH GOD!"
At least he let her close it. Reaching out, the girl slammed the door shut, realizing she had made a choice, a deliberate choice to take on the animal. Her cunt was burning, on fire, needing satisfaction now. She could admit that now when her mind was whirling around in such a state. She had decided to take on the dog.
Shutting the lock, Annie backed away, stepping out of her briefs. Had she made the right decision? It felt so crazy, so damned good when he touched her with his tongue. But the thought of a dog doing this sort of thing to her made her gasp. It was like a bad dream...or a fantastic one.
Backing up, the girl fell back on the bed, her legs spreading widely apart. She reached out, hearing the dog prancing across the room to her. Annie touched his ears, those perky, furred dog ears.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"No, Willie, nooo..."
Even though she had encouraged him, she was telling him to get off. She had told Jason the same thing, had tried to push him off her when he first cornered her against the wall. How wrong she had been then! Of course she hadn't wanted the big hunk to leave. And of course he didn't, pushing her, pressing her until she finally gave in. And what fun she had had! Perhaps this would be the same thing!
Perhaps...
"Oh, no, no, it's different, so different..." she whispered.
Fucking with a man, against her mother's wishes, was one thing. But fucking with a dog? How would she take it? How could she possibly look at herself in the mirror afterward without feeling sick, without wondering what fault inside her had made her commit that terrible act?
"No..."
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper; her chest was tight, her throat parched. The dog hadn't made the slightest move that might show he would obey her. She closed her thighs against him finally, clamping his forelegs between them. He twisted his head around and sank his fangs gently into her flesh.
"Ohhhh..."
A shock of fear made her open her legs to him. He wasn't going to let her go easily. He was going to have at her. Propping her head up, Annie stared over her tits at the big animal. He was hunkering down, his eyes staring at her hotly, then lowering to her cunt. Her pussy was hot and wet, glistening with her fuck juices, smelling so good-she imagined-to the dog.
"Nooo..."
He let out a small bark and wiggled his nose deep into her cunt crack.
She felt as if the world were flying to pieces. Annie wiggled her ass frantically from side to side, her fingers clawing at the bedspread while her thighs tensed, relaxed, then tightened again. The tendons bulged out against her fleshy thighs while her tits jiggled like pudding. How good it felt! How wonderful, how confused everything was! Thoughts drifted through her mind as she felt the hungry animal between her spit-flecked thighs. She raised her knees slightly, feeling almost like a bitch dog herself. Yes, she was a bitch, a sex-hungry bitch animal who had to have Willie!
The sounds of his mouth eating her out made her shiver. The Doberman was growing more wild by the second. Without any warning, he started licking her belly too, moving up to her tits and brushing his rough hot tongue over her nipples until she cried out with delight.
What made her stay on her back and let him do this to her? Surely she could try fighting him off, try to slip off the bed and get away. But hadn't she been the one who had trapped him inside, had locked the door to make sure they weren't disturbed?
"Willie..." she groaned.
Annie was prancing her ass around wildly now, the backs of her legs brushing heavily over the wrinkled bedspread. She opened her eyes and stared steadily at the ceiling, listening to the animal's tongue slopping over her cunt, feeling the rough brush of his snout over her cunt-hairs.
"Unnghhh..."
She lay on the bed, her arms spread out. His sloppy, uncontrolled rape was exciting in a way that Jason's could never be! This was a dog, a damned dog trapped between her legs, brushing against her shivering thighs.
He was back to her tits, licking at her tits, lapping at the tiny pink nipples again and again until the girl thought she was going to piss from excitement. The groans in the bedsprings told her she was moving her hips in a counter rhythm, increasing the friction of his tongue against her pussy.
"Yes, yes, yesss..."
Willie was at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. Crying out with unspeakable delight, the girl thought she was going to go out of her mind.
"Damn you, damn..."
Raising her head once more, Annie looked at the big dog, stared at him with heavy-lidded eyes as he kept licking her knees, her thighs, her pussy, then her lower belly. She saw her fine pussy hairs slicked down against her dark-red, moist pussymeat. They were all wet with his saliva, slicked down, pointing up toward her navel. To think that this was happening to her in her own bedroom. Outside she could hear children playing, dogs barking. Everything seemed normal. And yet, inside her room, something very odd, something terrible was happening!
"UnghhhOOOOOHOH! "
He was swathing her knees, finally devouring her cunt again. Annie found herself actually pressing against him. She was giving him everything she could, peeling herself open to him.
That hot, wet friction was building an orgasm deep in her. She could feel the knot of sexual tension growing bigger, swelling like a balloon in her pussy. Her body needed him...needed that animal, needed his horrible, wonderful touch.
She was close to cumming in the animal's sucking mouth! She was babbling with excitement, thinking hard about what was happening between her thighs. The animal was touching her hard clit with his wonderful tongue. She sat up a little more now, watching the dog eating her out. She watched her clit being toyed with, being forced down then popping up. The animal wagged his narrow doggie hips and even more of his cock slithered out. Her cunt hair clung together in wet little curls along the edge of her pussylips. "Ahhhhhh..."
She was propping herself up, watching the tendons in her legs bulge out, forcing the skin to protrude along her thighs. When he brushed the short fur around his snout against her clit, it was too much for Annie. She fell back to the bed, writhing in a fury of tingling goodness. She shoved her cunt upward, tossing it around in circles, whimpering for the animal to eat her out again. He jumped forward and wildly ate her pussy, growling, snapping, making the girl frantic with lust. She was so close to cumming!
"Yesss...ohhhhh, yes, my God, yes!"
The dog humped his ass as he nipped and licked her cunt. Annie could feel her shoulders shaking, could feel herself tumbling in the world of blackness that would soon explode into orgasm. She was going mad with sexuality! Crying out, yipping almost as loudly as the dog, she beat her fists against the mattress and flung her legs around the big dog's shoulders.
"Unghhh..."
She hugged the Doberman's body with the insides of her knees now, bringing herself up to that final pleasure peak that would drive her over the edge. There was a pleasure so sharp, so keen she thought she would faint from the intensity. Those slick sounds of the dog's snout against her cunt made her cry out with forbidden delight!
Helplessly she thrashed about, her shivering moans growing louder and louder.
"NOW!"
Annie couldn't stand it. Her young heart was pounding so hard she thought it would tear through her rib cage. It was impossible for her not to enjoy this, to submit to it. He was holding her cunt mound between his powerful jaws, shaking it from side to side, watching her all the while.
As her passion crested the animal pressed his fangs harder into her cuntflesh, swathing his tongue along the bottom of her dripping pussy. Her cunt was dripping, oozing with her fuck juices. While the dog kept eating her out, Annie let out whimpering cries from her throat.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes..."
Her hands were touching him, moving back, back along the thinning hair of his belly. She thought for a moment that she would touch him, feel the hard, slick prick between his legs brush up against her knuckles. Then, at the last moment, Annie drew her hand back. That was going too far. She felt Willie trembling, expecting her to do something like that. Well, he would wait for a long, long time. She wasn't going to humiliate herself, degrade herself by touching his cock.
In moments, it was over. The girl lay spread open, one leg dangling over the edge of the bed while the room spun around and around her. Willie had backed off and was curled up next to the bed, licking his shrinking cock gently.
"Oh, what've I done, what have I done?" Annie whispered.
Her cunt was still hot, throbbing, dripping with fuck juice and spit. As she lay there, the girl thought she could hear her mother's car coming up the drive. She didn't dare let Joyce find her like this...no!
Somehow she managed to get into the bathroom, the door locked behind her. She could hardly stand! Annie breathed in huge lungfuls of air and looked at her face in the mirror. There was no way she would let her mother see her now! What had been going on, what had happened was written all over her lust-swollen face. She felt the animal's warm spit dribbling down her thighs, trickling to her ankles. She had done the unthinkable, the awful! She had actually let a dog touch her, lick her off! Gasping in more air, she could hear her mother moving around downstairs, calling up to her.
"I'm in the John, Mother," she called, terrified her mother would come up, see the bedroom and guess...oh, God. She cracked the door open, saw no one coming up, then rushed into her room. Thank God Willie was gone. Straightening the bedspread, still feeling weak from the session she had had with the dog, Annie ran back into the bathroom. A cold shower. That was what she needed, a nice cold shower, something that would take care of her passion.
Annie stepped into the tub and turned on the water, letting the icy needles of water pelt her flesh. It felt good, especially against her swollen pussylips. The girl could feel the lust going away, that bothersome pulsing sensation going away. And Annie knew as she bent down and turned the warm water on that Jason would be steaming her up again, working her up until she was begging him for his prick.
"Ohhhhh, yesss..."
But all of that was different, far different from having her cunt laid open by the dog, having his snout shoved in while his tongue skewered her pussy like...no, she couldn't think of that ever again. No one could know of this, not even Cousin Janie who knew just about everything else in her life!
* * *
That evening, Joyce dialed every friend she could think of, trying to find someone to go to a movie with. She would be alone. An awful, terrible thing, especially when her daughter and niece were going out on a date. How she envied them! How she wished she could change places with her daughter just once...just once, instead of winding up sitting at home alone, watching the television and feeling her cunt grow hot and swollen with nothing to help it!
"Remember, twelve sharp," Joyce said, arching both eyebrows as the girls giggled and rushed out the door.
She had met the boys-nice looking, handsome, active. A worry wrinkled her forehead as she watched Annie's pert ass wagging down the walk. Jason was looking at her, staring at her in a way that seemed too familiar to be comfortable-at least to a concerned mother. Had Annie gone to bed with him? When her daughter had asked that question sarcastically should she have demanded to know if her daughter had done anything?
"Oh, stupid, stupid," she said, closing the door and hearing the car drive off.
Her daughter was old enough to know right from wrong. Surely, even if the boy touched her, Annie would know that getting pregnant...no, that was the wrong thing to become involved in. It was a trap, a horrible, terrible trap, one she had fallen into herself!
For the next two hours, Joyce sat in front of the television, watching one inane program after another. Once or twice she thought of going to the movies by herself, then sighed, feeling it would be worthless. Should she dress herself up and go to bars, look for a man? Again several times she found herself standing up, wiping her wet palms on the sides of her body. If only she had an ounce more of courage she would be on her way to some sleazy saloon looking for cock!
"Ohhh..." she moaned.
That thought, that wild thought made her weak. And, just at that moment, in came the Doberman, stopping by the doorway and staring up at Joyce.
"No, I won't, I just...just can't again," she said to herself and the dog.
The attractive blonde stood in the middle of the room, her eyes closed, her fingers clenched into two fists and pressed against her thighs. What could she think of herself? What could she tell herself in the morning when looking at her daughter, then glancing down at the dog and having the nerve to preach morality?
The burning throbbing itch between her legs was too powerful, too intense for her to resist. She walked past the dog, tensing the moment her moving legs brushed against his body. She was going up the steps to her room. Willie was following her. She saw him coming, knew what he was up to.
She could have rushed into her room and locked the door. But she knew what she wanted, didn't care any longer what one part of her mind might say to her. Opening the bedroom door and stepping in, she waited. The beautiful animal padded over to her, his tail wiggling excitedly. At once Willie bumped her knees with his hot nose. Joyce experienced a mixture of shame and desire and indecision. All she had to do was urge the animal to go and he might leave. He hadn't really become incredibly excited...yet. But there would come a time soon when all her cries would have no effect on the big animal!
Quickly the woman stripped, laying her clothes carefully over the back of the high-backed chair near her bed. Standing there, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It showed her white skin, the heavy coat of Willie. Joyce watched the reflection with interest. It was a different way of seeing herself, of seeing Willie's curious nuzzling of her thigh. He was licking her, and she saw the change of her expression in the mirror.
"Oh, your tongue is so...pink, Willie," she sighed.
The dog whined and let his tongue wet her leg higher. A feverish tingle swept through her belly. She watched her reflection, watched the steady progress of lust across her flesh. She bent one knee slightly, then spread it away from the other. When the tip of his tongue pressed along her closed cunt slit Joyce made a tiny crying noise in her throat. She put her hands behind her to hold her balance. The room seemed to whirl about.
"Oh, yes, yes, Willie, oh, yesss..."
The dog moved around to get a better angle, to tilt his head up. Now Joyce could feel the hot wet sweep of his tongue across the underside of her cunt mound.
"God in heaven, help me," she whispered, heading for the bed.
CHAPTER NINE
Joyce lay on the bed, her breathing growing labored as the big Doberman jumped up, sniffed at her cunt, then sat down and tilted his head. What was wrong? Why wasn't he interested in her any more? She was hot, could feel her cunt swelling, growing so moist, so ready for the animal. She had shamed herself, had almost dragged the dog up here to her bedroom. How could he possibly shrug her off like this?
"Here, Willie, here . .
She parted her knees after inching them up slightly. Joyce let them fall apart, the tension of that position unsticking her cuntlips, peeling them back.
But still Willie sat there, his wonderful pink tongue hanging from the corner of his mouth while his massive chest heaved up and down. Was he playing with her? Could dogs do that? Were they capable of human emotions like that? The thought made Joyce shiver.
"Please, Willie
She was actually pleading with a dog to have sex with her, to lick her off! What low level had she sunk to? The woman flushed scarlet. She was being refused by a dog. She was flaunting herself shamelessly and being refused.
Joyce was frantic. Dipping two fingers into her moist cunt, the woman groaned. She wanted something inside her like that. But if only her fingers were a tongue or cock.
"Here, Willie, here," Joyce said, pulling her fingers out of her pussy and holding them up toward the dog for his examination.
The Doberman looked curiously at her, then leaned forward, his nostrils quivering at the fingertips. Why was he taking so much damned time? Couldn't he smell her arousal; couldn't he understand she was frantic with sex?
"Oh, please, please..."
She saw at once that Willie's interest had increased. What had put him off before she didn't know. Perhaps he had found another bitch in the neighborhood and had been fucking her. Joyce laughed, her laughter choked by a particularly powerful spasm passing through her overheated cunt.
"Yes, Willie, yes, no, no, boy, come on, give Joyce what she's been needing all day," the woman whispered, not caring about the words or what they meant.
She was kicking down the doors of her morality, letting the ceiling crash in around her. Willie was the only thing in the world right now that wasn't attacking her, sneering at her, running away from her. She needed warmth, affection, something no one had shown her for such a long, long time. Smiling weakly, the woman spread her knees a little farther, rubbing her bare soles back and forth over the crumpled bedspread while shifting her ass from side to side.
"Yes, oh, yessss..."
She was kicking the coverlet off, wallowing her shoulders on the topsheet. She was taking him to bed as her lover! Joyce shivered as the dog dropped his head and approached her, his long tongue hanging out. Those wonderful, dark-brown eyes burned through to her soul, chilled her very marrow! Closing her eyes, Joyce gave herself completely to the animal, feeling his hot breath blowing against her damp flesh now.
Joyce knew she was a bitch in heat. She just didn't care any more. She didn't care about anything at this point. Annie? She stopped for a moment, thinking about her daughter. Yes, the girl was probably fucking-probably had been fucking for some time. All the girls her age seemed to be fucking now. It was impossible to keep boys and girls out of the sack in the twentieth century.
"OH!" Joyce sobbed, drawing her knuckles up to her mouth and biting down hard.
The kids were fucking, but what about the adults? They were still trapped by the hang-ups they'd learned in the fifties. It seemed so unfair of life to trap her like this while her daughter and niece went out and got whatever they wanted!
"Unnghhh..."
The dog jumped forward and started to eat at her pussy immediately. She felt his furry nose move up and down through her cunt slit. His hot touch drove her mad. He was forcing her cuntlips apart, twisting his snout around and around until he was brushing his nose against her inner cuntlips. Joyce inched her knees farther apart, feeling as if she were going to explode with happiness. Thoughts of her family and friends and society disappeared, evaporated under her rising sexuality.
She was getting what she'd wanted so badly! And now she was getting it. Joyce couldn't let anything so dismal as guilt block her pleasure. She moaned loudly and writhed her shoulders on the mattress. She petted Willie with both feet while he lapped at her cunt with his tongue. The juice on her pussy was doggie spit, spit coming from that powerful mouth of his! She didn't care what kind of spit it was any more. Anything that felt so damned good couldn't be evil, couldn't be worthy of condemnation. "Ohhhh..."
Willie growled away and let his teeth nip along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. The feeling drove the woman crazy. She arched her back, closed her eyes and let out a moan that echoed through the tiny room. She was shivering with lust while the animal kept nipping along her cuntlips. She was losing control of herself.
Joyce inched her knees back farther and farther until her knees were nearly touching her jiggling tits. She rocked her body, first one way, then the other, going mad, wishing she had the courage to beg the dog to fuck her! That's what she desperately needed! A dog in her, a knobby prick fucking in and out of her pussy! Joyce thought about fucking Willie and felt another spasm shoot through her cunt. "No, no..."
She couldn't go through with that. That had to be the bottom line, the barrier over which she couldn't cross without going completely mad!
"UGHHHH!"
Joyce humped her back, pressing her cunt mound up against his snout. She was going crazy, humming through her closed lips while the animal ate away at her pussy. Again Willie growled and tossed his head, increasing the wild feeling coursing through her pussy.
Joyce clawed at the animal's furry neck, urging him on at times, then restraining him when the biting and licking brought her too close to the edge. Joyce didn't want him to bring her off just yet. It was too soon, far too soon!
She pictured the two of them fucking and sucking into the night. Annie would be late again, of that she was sure. She could see the defiance in her daughter's eyes when she stepped out of the door. If she were going to fuck, it might be hours past midnight before she returned home with another lie. And here it was only ten-thirty! There was plenty of time for her to have fun with Willie, plenty of time or the two of them to get to know one another better.
"Ohhh, Willie..." Joyce said, rolling her head over and catching a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror.
How strange they looked. She was stretched out on her king-sized bed, stark naked, her white flesh glistening with perspiration. Her legs were inched up and spread apart while her hair was fanned behind her head. Between her thighs, crouched that big black Doberman, his ears pointed straight up while his maw was buried in her thick cunt thicket. Joyce stared at the image, fascinated by its eroticism. Only when Willie touched her clit again did she turn away, closing her eyes and concentrating on that hot, pulsing itch growing worse and worse!
"Here, Willie," she said, pushing herself up.
Joyce found herself sitting up next to the animal. He ducked his head around her right arm, trying to get back to her cunt. Not yet. She was close to cumming and wanted to try something. Reaching out the woman rubbed the backs of her fingers against the fur covering his belly. The touch brought an immediately change in the animal. Willie froze, his head tilted slightly back.
"You like this, don't you? You like me doing this to you, touching you there, don't you?"
Her words were awful, and yet they excited the hell out of her. She felt his fur tickling her knuckles as she rubbed him back and forth, each time going a little lower. The animal was shaking, actually trembling as her fingers drew closer and closer to his cock. He knew what she was going to do, what she was going to touch. It made him whimper through his nostrils, made Joyce's cunt burn as if someone had poured burning gasoline over her pussy.
"Ughhhhhh..."
Glancing down, she could see that a tiny point of red had poked out of his sheath. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard. Did she have the courage to do something like that-touch an aroused male dog? Her hand stopped several inches from his hard, red prick. Then, fighting off any contrary feelings, Joyce slipped her fingers down until they were brushing over the animal's knobby prick.
"Shhhh...that's all right, boy, all right," she whispered.
Willie had jerked, started barking and snapping his head from side to side the moment Joyce had touched him there.
The world was still intact. No bolt of lightning from heaven had come to punish her.. Nothing terrible happened after she touched
Willie's cock. All the fears had been in her own mind. All the guilt lay in there too. Mustering more will and courage, Joyce kept on touching the dog, stroking his cock, moving the slippery, hot outer skin up and down until more and more of his cock was exposed. Now Willie was looking a little frantic, his eyes widening and glazing over while his flesh rippled with tremors.
"Good dog," she panted.
She let go of his prick and fell back on the bed again. She had probably aroused him as much as she could by continually touching his cock, by rubbing him up like that. Now it was his turn. He was going to make the next move. Joyce trembled, wondering what the aroused animal would try to do!
In a flash he was back on her cunt, dragging his hot tongue up along her throbbing cunt mound. Her outer pussylips peeled back as more and more blood filled them. Joyce loved that licking sensation. It was so teasing. But she needed something more than just a teasing sensation now. Her cunt demanded something hard, something that would fill her pussy to the brim with excitement.
Joyce was going wild. She reached down and pulled her cunt even farther apart with her fingers. She wanted the hot, slippery tongue of that big animal touching every inch of her pussy. She wanted him all around her, licking her all over, touching her all over. And yet, as he went wild, licking her cunt, her ass-hole, her belly, her tits, Joyce still wanted something harder inside her.
Going a little crazy, the woman wrapped her fingers around the back of Willie's head and pulled him against her. He whimpered, struggling back, pressing his forelegs against her upturned ass-cheeks and fighting for air. It was wonderful. They were lovers now, fighting, scrambling around for the maximum amount of pleasure!
The bed squeaked and groaned, the headboard hammering against the wall as Joyce went crazy. She beat her fists first against his furred sides. Nothing could stop her now from carrying out her awful plan. Yes, she had to be fucked, and had to have his hot bony cock shoved up her cunt!
"Now, Willie, now!"
But the dog kept back for a while. To satisfy her aching need, she fucked her fingers into her cunt slit, rubbing the slippery folds, letting her nails cut into the tender softness.
"Oh, yes, yes, please God, I need it...ohhhh, how I need fucking," she whispered, not caring who heard her.
How silly! Who else could hear her other than the animal, and he couldn't understand her words. But he could understand her desperate need, her desire to have him. By now Joyce was sure Willie knew what lay ahead for both of them. She gasped, shoving two fingers in her cunt and fucked them back and forth. "Ohhhh..."
Once more, the thought of having Willie's prick in her brought a whimpery gasp from her throat. Roughly she grabbed the fur around Willie's neck and pulled the dog's nose into her seeping cunt. She needed something, anything to fill herself with. It wasn't good enough any longer to have that tongue. She had to have his cock.
"Oh, Willie...harder!"
The Doberman was concentrating his licking on her clit. Each time he pushed his pink tongue down into her pussy, Joyce tried hard to think of a cock, a real cock, a man's cock, but there wasn't a man attached to it. The thought was only teasing her.
But when the dog growled and gouged roughly around the edges, the image broke down and the woman realized she was only getting licked off by her pet. Glancing up, she saw his narrow back humping as his instincts started guiding him. Joyce sucked in a deep breath. It was now or never!
"Willie, here!"
Joyce could hardly believe she was doing this. She was on her hands and knees now, her tits pulling sexily at her upper chest, the nipples scraping over the wrinkled top sheet. She was in a bitch-fucking position. The woman curled her fingers and dug them into the soft, crushed pillow while she closed her eyes. What kind of woman had she turned out to be? If only her stern mother could see her now, crouched down in this degrading position, her head hanging between her arms, hair curtaining her lust-bloated and flushed face while she waited for the attentions of her pet, her Doberman! "Unghhhhh..."
Somehow that thought amused her, even excited her. By doing this she was getting back at them, all of them who had shaken their moral fingers at her and told her to stay at home and raise her daughter. Well, she'd done that and now Annie was going around fucking while she was staying at home and fingering her cunt with the help of a dog. Well, damn them, damn them all! She was going to be fucked now, fucked by her pet and there was nothing any of those moral bastards could do about it.
He was sniffing at her ass-cheeks now. She could feel the light brush of his muzzle over her ass. Joyce shivered with delight, clawing at the pillow, waiting for that wonderful touch.
She didn't have to wait very long. Willie was completely aroused. Paws scratched at her ass-cheeks. Then there was a lurch, followed by a furry weight on her back. Joyce straightened her arms, locking her elbows as Willie climbed on top of her. She felt him nestling his head between her jutting shoulderblades while his hindquarters hunched up against the backs of her legs. He was on top of her, holding onto her tightly with his forelegs while trying to stab his bony knobber into her cunt. "Oh, oh, oh!"
A thrill filled her chest, made her throat go dry. Her long blpnde hair hung down to hide the shame of her face. Her ass moved, dipped, wagged back and forth. It couldn't be happening! A hot chill flashed through her pussy. Was it true she was about to be fucked by a dog?
"Ughhhh..."
She was babbling, throwing her ass around to excite the animal further. It was really happening. She felt something touching her, brushing over her pussy, sliding up to her clit.
"UGHHHH!"
Joyce felt she was walking on some fringe, some boundary over which she shouldn't step. Then another spasm shot through her pussy and she gave in completely. She sobbed, throwing her head from side to side as the dog's red cock fucked into her cunt mouth.
"OGHHH!"
The tiny muscles spasmed, closing tightly around his hard-on. Willie whimpered and yipped, rocking his doggie hips from side to side, trying to pull out. But Joyce's cunt held fast, grasping his prick hard, milking at his cock.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she cried, rocking her body from side to side, clawing at the pillow, the sheets.
There was nothing sacred any more. As she crouched there, letting herself get fucked by the big Doberman, Joyce drove all worries from her mind. Now all she cared about was that wondrous burning itch between her thighs. The itch that Willie was taking care of.
Now her pussy relaxed, the animal was hugging her more tightly, humping his ass back and forth in short, sharp strokes. All the tiny bumps on his prick seemed to find corresponding nerve endings in her pussy. Joyce couldn't believe it! This was so good, so much better than fucking had been with her own husband!
"Ughhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
It was happening so fast, so quickly! God help her, she was going to cum, to pop off! Strangling on her own oncoming climax Joyce closed her eyes, thinking of that whirling ball of sexuality about to explode!
CHAPTER TEN
'Oh, oh, OHHH!" Willie was hugging her more tightly than ever, his head pressing hard against her shoulders while his hips banged rhythmically against her wagging ass. Joyce didn't care any more, didn't care who or what was fucking her. She felt her clit singing, quivering like a tightly drawn wire.
"Huhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!"
The woman snapped her head from side to side, her blonde hair splashing over her whitened knuckles. Very soon she would be climaxing, would be cumming with the dog!
"Ohhhh God, I...I can't...can't stand it much...ughhhh...longer!"
Her body was shivering with each of the powerful forward fucking strokes. Joyce was biting down on her lips, feeling the blood rush to her face and her clit as the final moments rushed over her. She was only a moment away from that white-hot core of joy she'd been aiming for the past few days.
And then that second, that moment passed. Crying out all her need Joyce fell into orgasm.
"WAWWWHWHWHHHHHH!"
Her elbows collapsed. Her head fell to the pillow, and she sobbed and cried while Willie kept fucking his knobby prick into her. Again and again the spasms shot in, making her cunt muscles contract, snap shut on his fucking cock. But the dog managed to keep fucking his boner in and out of her cunthole, working his cock back and forth like a fleshy piston. And, with each forward thrust, Willie drove her higher and higher. Then she came.
Then she heard the dog howling, felt him stiffening on top of her. There was a steady stream of something terribly warm in her cunt. Yes, he was cumming, blowing wads of his cum into her cunt.
"OH, GOD, GOD!" she yelled.
Joyce couldn't stand much more of this! She felt her cunt filling up with the animal's cum. Some of it was trickling out of her hole, dribbling down the backs of her thighs. Again and again he shot, his yelping turning into a long, loud wail.
And then it was over! Amazingly, the worse thing that she thought could have possibly happened was over without much of a deal. Willie slipped off her, jumping off the bed and curling up near the bed. Joyce collapsed on the mattress, pushing her hands into the pillow while turning her head and watching the animal. She could feel the slickness of his cum on her cunt walls.
She felt a little sick. And yet the woman was fascinated, watching the animal lickng his spent cock. Willie seemed to forget she was even there. All those times he had pursued her, followed her, licked her so he could bring her to this point. And now it was over.
Dogs are no better than some men, she thought.
"Oh God," Joyce moaned, pushing herself up off the bed.
What had she done? She had taken the ultimate step, had done the unspeakable, had fucked with her pet Doberman!
"I just can't think about it now...just can't," Joyce said, holding her head in her hands and walking into her bathroom.
What would happen next? What would she do now that the dog had been seduced? Joyce stopped in the darkened bathroom and laughed. Where else could she go? Willie had freed her, had actually freed her from herself! Now she would...do what? Go out and whore like her daughter?
She stepped into the tub and turned on the water, sudsing the soap over her still-swollen cunt. It felt soooo good having those suds working over her slick pussywalls. That was unfair of her. She didn't know if Annie was fucking, or even if she'd been fucking for a while. Perhaps they should have a frank mother/daughter talk, one she'd been wanting to hold for a long, long time. It was due, she felt...long overdue. Of course the business with Willie couldn't be brought up.
"Willie..." Joyce whispered, turning around in the shower and letting the water wash off all her soap.
She would go downstairs and make herself a drink. She was free of the old taboos, of the old restrictions that held her back. She and Annie would have a nice long chat. Things were going to change around here.
* * *
Away from home, however, Annie didn't know of her mother's recent conversion. She, Jason, Janie and Tod Smith, Jason's good friend, went out for a burger, then drove into the low foothills surrounding Los Angeles. Annie knew what was going to happen, what would follow. They sped up the narrow, winding Angeles Crest Highway, staring at incredibly beautiful views of the city through the towering pines.
"It's wonderful," Annie sighed, drawing closer to Jason.
She wanted him, wanted him badly. All through their brief dinner she had watched him, felt her cunt quiver with hot anticipation when he touched her bare knee under the table. Several times she eyed Janie, nearly breaking into nervous giggles as she ate her hamburger and hardly tasted it.
"This is good," Jason said, pulling the car off the road.
They pulled into a small wooded rest stop. When he turned off the engine they could hear nothing except woodland sounds.
"Oh, let's go for a walk," Janie said to Tod. Annie looked up in the rear-view mirror at her cousin and grinned. They had been necking heavily all the way up here. She could imagine what kind of view Tod was going to get in a few minutes.
"Sure, but don't stay out all night. It's getting pretty close to midnight," Jason said, checking his wristwatch.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Annie whispered as Janie and Tod crawled out and slammed the door. "If I'm just a little late, nothing's gonna happen."
Jason hooked one arm around her neck and drew her closer. Annie shivered.
"Don't want to have you grounded again. Hell, it wasn't much fun goin' through the days without you, baby," he said, kissing her lightly on the neck.
"Let's...get out of here, I mean the car," Annie said, feeling her legs cramping.
Jason smiled, reaching back and pulling out a big woolen blanket.
"I brought this along to sit on...just in case," he said, pulling open his door.
They walked from the car arm-in-arm, saying nothing, drinking in the black night and the brilliant stars winking above them. When they reached a small clearing, Jason stopped and opened the blanket, spreading it over the even ground.
"Ohhh, Jason..."
He was holding her tightly, kissing her hard while working the blouse off her body. Yes, he was a savage, a wild animal wanting to fuck her. And that's exactly what the girl needed!
She thought she could hear her blouse tearing. Let him strip her that way, tear everything off her body, fuck her senseless!
In a moment they were tossing and writhing on the blanket, Jason having stripped quickly after having taken off all her clothes. He was on top of her, his hands moving up and down her cunt. She groaned, arching her back like a squalling cat when he rubbed the inner folds against her clit. The girl let a long, soft sigh escape, feeling the warmth rebound against her face.
Another sigh of relief. Annie let her belly relax against the heat of his cock. A slight smear of pre-cum dribbled against her flesh. She slid her hands around his thick neck and down his chest. She was surrounded with his virility. Those three days had been so long, so very, very long, depriving her of his company, of his prick.
"Ohhh, baby, baby, you don't know how much I wanted to fuck you yesterday," Jason said, stopping his love-making for a second. "Shit, had to jack off in the fuckin' toilet."
It was a crude confession, but an exciting one as well. She trembled, picturing Jason squatting naked on the toilet, his legs spread, his fingers jerking up and down fast on his rod while his head was tilted back and eyes were closed. And all the while he was thinking of her, thinking of the way he had fucked her, of the way she felt squirming and twisting under his body. It made her want to fuck him all night!
"Nice, oh, God, nice," Jason said, rolling on top of her.
Annie shivered. He was pushing his fat cock against the top of her cunt mound. His hands were holding her down to the blanket while he brought his knees up. Yes, he was going to fuck her now, drive in his big cock until he had had her squirming like a snake.
The thought of fucking exploded in her brain. She rocked her ass-cheeks from side to side, directing his cockhead first against one cunt lip, then moving so the other labe slid against him.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"You've turned into a regular hell cat, haven't you?"
Jason was smiling down at her. Then he lowered his head and sucked and bit at her neck. Every touch, every lick, every nibble sent hot flashes rocketing up her spine to her brain. She was going to climax if he didn't hurry soon! Her young cunt was so hot, so tight, so wet! She pranced her ass madly under him silently begging for that cock now, demanding.
Annie rocked her hips forward, sliding her greasy cunt cleft over his cockhead. She squirmed, trying to slide onto his thick rod of cockmeat. But her body wouldn't move too well under his weight. For a second she wished she could be on top as she was before, guiding herself, bobbing up and down like a damned puppet.
"Unnghhhh..." She groaned again, an undercurrent of moaning seeping from her throat.
Annie wanted that cock deep in her. She needed that sensation of being filled.
"Easy, easy," he whispered, jamming his knees up under her ass-cheeks. -
Easy? How could she take it easy when her pussy was about to blow apart?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Ughhh...OHHHH!"
Annie was going crazy, her feet pounding Jason's hunching back while her thighs tightened around his body. He was fucking her like a maniac, his balls slapping against her upturned ass-cheeks.
"Oh, baby, you're better than I remember you," he said, his fingers clawing at her nipples, pinching them until Annie squealed with pain and pleasure.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she groaned back, feeling herself melting into a mass of sensuality.
He was kissing her now, tonguing her so hard that her teeth throbbed and rattled from the force.
"Unghhhh..."
Annie was resting on his cock. The prick-knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. She could feel his prick stimulating all her nerves, making her pussy walls buckle in with excitement. She felt those tiny muscles cramping, milking at Jason's fat cock, cinching in until the young man stiffened and said he was going to shoot if she kept doing that.
"You know I can't help it!" she wailed, tossing her ass around like a mad woman.
"Yeah, I know...but shit, you gotta...gotta stop!"
With that he pulled out, keeping his prick inches above her pussy.
"NO, NO!"
Annie was frantic. Her face was red and pinched while her chest heaved mightily. He had taken his cock out, taken his prick out just when she was about to climax! It was unfair, leaving her hanging high and dry like that! The girl clawed at his broad shoulders, tensing her ass muscles and throwing her cunt up, trying to screw herself back onto his cock.
"IN, IN!" she cried again.
"Take it easy," Jason said, flipping her over.
The scratchy wool fibers of the blanket tickled her convulsing cunt mercilessly. What was he doing? Why had he turned her over like this? Annie was tortured with frustration, feeling her cunt clamp shut on nothing. She was digging her knees into the soft ground, clawing at the blanket, sobbing and gasping while she felt his fingers pawing at her ass-cheeks and upper inner thighs.
He was muff diving again, touching her cunt from behind with his tongue! She could feel his stubbly cheeks rubbing against her thighs, her ass-cheeks, her shitter! He was licking her over, coating her with his spit, then moving down and drinking up her juices. In and out, in and out his tongue went into her cunt, flicking like a tiny cock, driving her crazy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried.
"Yeah!"
She stiffened. Annie felt him tonguing her shitter now. Before he had tried shoving fingers up there! And now he was wetting the wrinkled flesh, spreading her ass-cheeks apart as far as they could go with his big hands and screwing his tongue deeper and deeper, coating her upper bowel lining with his spit.
Annie felt hot/cold rushes of excitement she had never experienced before!
"You're...you're going to...NOOO!"
He was touching her ass-hole with his cock now, having dragged her ass up by her hipbones and shoving his knees up against the backs of hers. Annie protested weakly. But she was too overwhelmed by her own sexuality, her own delight, to say anything. In the background she thought she could hear Janie crying out in delight. She knew her cousin was being fucked royally by Tod. Perhaps later on tonight they would compare notes, maybe even switch dates! That thought, the thought of bouncing from bed to bed made her groan.
"It's gonna be real fine," she heard Jason say.
He was keeping her up like a mounted bitch dog, leaning forward while holding her tightly with one hand. The other was wrapped around his cock. She had her head on the blanket, one cheek resting against the wool material while Jason proceeded to fuck her. Annie felt his prickhead rubbing back and forth over her puckered ass-hole.
Then he was pressing his cock in, hunching forward with his thighs slowly, steadily. There was an ache, a terrible pulsing ache that grew steadily the harder he shoved against her tiny ass-hole. Annie's face reddened more, her breathing caught as he shoved his cockhead in.
"HHIIIIIYAYH!" she yelped, jerking forward, her fingers clawing at the blanket.
Annie felt his blunt prickhead slip in and start its long, long trip down into her shitter. At the same time, Jason was playing with her cunt, rubbing her clit with the back of one hand, tickling her until she thought she was doing to come apart.
"UGHHH!"
He was dragging his cock back until his prick nearly slipped from her ass-hole. Now he was shoving forward once more, pushing down until she thought he was going to fill her belly up with cockmeat.
In and out, in and out he fucked her ass-hole. Gradually Annie felt her shitter accepting Jason's prick. It was incredible, but true! And, at the same time, he was fucking her cunt with his fingers, twisting them around and around, stimulating her until she started to climax!
"GOD!" she was shouting, completely torn in both mind and body. The fucking of his cock through her bowels sent shivering thrills both through her ass-hole and her cunt. It added to the climactic explosions going on now in her pussy!
"Work it out, baby, work...ughhh!"
The tempo of his ass-tearing cock increased. He was hammering her ass-cheeks with his groin, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. Annie felt Jason's fingers tighten around her hips now. Her cunt was alone. She cried out desperately, wanting something, anything to be touching her pussy, to take care of that awful sucking ache flashing through her cunt.
He pulled out of her ass with a loud pop. The sucking sensation nearly sent her flat on the blanket. She could hear him wiping off, then muttering something and tilting her down just a little.
"OGHGHHGHH!"
He had shoved his cock back into her pussy. Immediately Annie's cunt went into tremors of violent need. The stimulation of getting fucked in the ass fired her cunt up so hot that she started cumming violently the moment Jason's cock entered.
"YAYYWYGHHH!" Clawing, sobbing, tossing her body as best she could, Annie felt herself cumming and cumming.
Climax was wonderful, fucking was marvelous! She couldn't imagine life without fucking. And now she was feeling Jason spraying his cum into her, coating her pussy with jizz.
The two of them fucked crazily for God only knows how long. When Annie finally came to, she found herself sprawled on the blanket, Jason on top of her still, his cock sliding up and down her sweaty ass crack. The girl shivered, feeling she had had every pore in her body violated. But it was a violation she courted, one she wanted to endure again and again, especially with Jason. She sighed happily, wiggling her body under the young stud.
"Maybe sometime we can try it...you know, all four of us," he suggested, flicking his tongue in her ear.
Annie giggled. That would be interesting-her and her cousin getting fucked together. What a little slut she was turning out to be...at least in her mother's eyes. Her mother! Yes, she'd have to be careful about that. Her mother wouldn't particularly enjoy hearing about her little girl doing all these kinds of things.
Of course, most of the kids at school were doing them. Still, parents had to be kept in the dark. She would be kind and sweet at home, keeping her mind all the time fastened on the evenings, on what Jason and his friend were going to do to her and Janie. Oh, she was so excited she could almost fuck again. But it was getting late!
"I know," Jason said, reading her mind. He rolled off her and slid her clothes to her. "But there's gonna be next night and the next."
Annie smiled. She knew.
* * *
Back at home, Joyce was sitting alone in the dark, Willie laying by her side. She was in the living room, sitting on the sofa, staring out the big window in front. No one was around...no one except her and the dog.
Tears rolled silently down her flushed cheeks as her fingers moved absently over the animal's short black fur. She thought of all those men out there, all of them waiting for her, just waiting for her to come out and flash a little leg, a little thigh, a little ass. Why couldn't she do it? Why couldn't she just have, the courage to get dressed, leave the house and go to a disco and find a man? Lots of women did. And why should she worry about Annie and what she thought? Her daughter obviously didn't think much of what she thought about her dates!
Her cunt was starting to get warm again. It was that fur-petting, that thinking about men, about what they could do to her, about how she was letting herself sit on the sidelines while life passed her by.
"Ohhh, Willie..."
Joyce found herself spreading her legs, feeling a warm rush of sensations flood her cunt and ass. As if on cue the dog rose, stretched, then padded around, butting his head between her knees. This time Joyce didn't try to stop him. No, she was going to let him do whatever he chose. She slid forward on the couch, sliding down until her ass-cheeks dangled over the front edge of the cushion. Willie was licking her off now, slopping his tongue up and down her pussy.
"Ohhh, yes, Willie..."
Bright lights started popping in front of her eyes while her nipples stiffened. She was stark naked now. Slowly she rubbed her fingers over her belly, then up, up to her jiggling bit tits until she was pinching and rolling her nipples again. Joyce moved her legs back and forth, feeling the slippery slide of her cuntlips grow slipperier as Willie's spit sloshed into her furry hole.
"OHHHHH, God, yes, yes, yesssss!" she hissed between her teeth.
She was going to find herself a man. Perhaps tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow she would have the courage to go out and find a man, a man with a long, hard, thick cock. Right now there was Willie, that wonderful Doberman with his magic tongue.
"UGHHHH!"
Joyce kicked one leg out, fanning out her toes while spreading her thighs until her bloated cuntlips peeled back. Willie was seriously tonguing her now, reaming her until she was panting for breath. In and out, in and out. And all the while she could feel his warm, furry head rubbing over her inner thighs.
Tomorrow she would find a man. But right now there was Willie, Willie with his wonderful, wonderful tongue!
