Marrian Faddis hesitated for a moment, smoothing her dampened palms along her tight-fitting blue shorts. It was a hot evening, one of those humid August nights that made her white cotton blouse cling uncomfortably to her body.
She was standing in her bedroom, feeling her mind spinning around so dizzyingly that she could hardly keep her balance.
Her mouth was open, her lips glistening while her eyes sparkled with an unnatural glow.
Outside the closed door was Spark, her three-year-old German shepherd. Marrian could hear him pawing the door, hear his nails scratching at the wood, hear him whimpering impatiently, trying to get into the bedroom.
It had been so close a moment ago in the kitchen. She had been bending down stowing some old paper sacks from the supermarket when she felt that touch, that light, cool touch of his snout against the backs of her thighs. He had smelled her. He had come up to her and smelled her hot cunt, as if knowing she was in heat. And what was worse was that Marrian had considered doing something drastic with the dog.
"What's wrong with me?"
She covered her mouth, struggling for some sense of self-control. It had nearly been one year since her husband Jack had died in that horrible automobile crash on the freeway. It had been one long year since a man had held her, caressed her, fucked her the way he had.
Then there were those awful lonely nights when her cunt burned, when those electric sparks licked up her inner thighs teasing her swollen cuntlips. And there was nothing, nothing she could do to prevent that feeling from recurring again and again.
Lately Spark had shown an inordinate interest in her, one that became more and more intimate.
"God!"
It had started innocently enough with him nosing about. All dogs did that sort of thing and no one thought much about it. But then the nosing became more insistent, until this evening when the dog had shoved his snout right up against the damp crotch panel of her shorts. It had been a revelation!
Marrian had lost her breath, felt her knees buckling under her. She had rushed up the stairs, leaving the confused animal behind her.
"No, no," she said through her clenched teeth, tears of frustration staining her cheeks. "I . . . I can't ..."
But she watched as one hand stretched out, stretched toward the brass doorknob in front of her.
There was silence outside now. Had Spark tired of waiting for her and slinked back to the kitchen to finish his dinner? Was he outside, growing silent, sullen, about to spring at her the moment she cracked the door open.
"No, I won't ..."
The doorknob clicked, her fingers tightening around the cold brass, moving it around, around until she felt the door opening.
Marrian's heart was beating so hard she thought it would tear right through her chest. She was stepping over that forbidden barrier, crossing a line she shouldn't.
"Oh!"
Spark jumped in, rushing around her in circles, barking loudly at first, then stopping as he began sniffing her feet.
Marrian stood there at the opened door, feeling various emotions. This was wrong, in-credibly evil, degrading. The itchy ache between her thighs was at a high point now, making her legs tremble.
Her nipples stiffened, scratching so sexily against the stiff material of her bra. That damned tingle in her cunt; how much trouble it was causing her. And now that beautiful gray and white German shepherd was sniffing at her toes, pricking his ears, moving his snout up, up her right leg to her knee.
"No . . ." Marrian stepped back, turning and facing herself in the mirror once more. Her mouth was swollen with lust, giving her a rather depraved look.
Spark stood there, his beautiful black eyes glistening with excitement, his bushy tail standing straight up in the air. The hair around his neck was bushed out while his black nostrils quivered. He was smelling her, smelling the cuntjuice flowing from her pussy.
Marrian turned from the big animal for moment, putting one hand to her chest and trying to regain her normal breath. She could still back out of this, could still order the big dog out of her room and slam the door behind him.
But she knew she couldn't. She had gone too far already by inviting the animal in.
"Spark ..."
Her hands moved methodically, almost in-voluntarily, as she began unbuttoning her blouse slowly. She felt the damp material peel stickily from her shoulders as she pulled it out of the waistband of her shorts, letting it float like a parachute to her feet.
Reaching back behind her, Marrian unbuckled her bra, hesitated once more, then let the straps fall to her sides. She sighed as the cups slipped from her high-riding, thirty-six-inch tits.
Spark tilted his head and peered up curiously at her as her bra slipped to the floor atop her blouse.
Marrian glanced at her reflection in the mirror once more. Half-naked. She was standing there, her thunderous tits exposed, the nipples big and red and stiff. And before her was her new lover, her pet German shepherd!
"This is . . . hideous," she whispered, hooking her thumbs under the elastic waist-band of her shorts and shoving down.
She felt the material sliding over her thighs, down past her knees, then her ankles. In a moment Marrian was naked. She held her shorts for a moment.
Spark moved a little closer to her, craning his neck forward, sniffing at the shorts as they dangled from her hand. Marrian heard him growling, a soft, smothered growl of excitement and lust.
"Yes, Spark, yes," she whispered, brushing back her long blonde hair and tossing the shorts on top of her blouse.
Backing away, Marrian felt the steady friction of her swollen cuntlips rubbing her clit. Her flesh burned while her pulse coursed through her body at the thought of what was about to happen. She was going through with it! She was going to let the dog touch her!
"Here, Spark."
Marrian felt the bed with the backs of her legs. She sat down, feeling her ass sliding over the silky coverlet.
Spark stood some six feet away, cocking his head to one side, unsure of what to do.
"Here . . ." Marrian's voice was low, choked with emotion.
Rubbing her thighs, she spread her knees slowly apart, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard as she felt her cuntlips stickily peel back for the panting animal.
Spark's eyes glittered, his fur bristling as he slowly began moving toward her. His tail swayed slowly from side to side while he lowered his head to the level of her hot, juicing cunt.
Marrian cringed when she saw his eyes. He reminded her of a wolf, of some kind of wild animal about to tear out her throat.
"Spark ..."
The dog was brushing up against her legs now, rubbing his warm, furry body against hers.
Marrian stiffened, closing her eyes and moving her fingertips slowly up toward her hot, moist cunt. She fondled her blonde cunthairs. She could feel the heat from her pussy warming her hands.
God, she was hot! Just a light touch, the touch of her fingers against her cuntmeat, sent her pussy into tremors of need. Marrian opened her mouth and let out a gasp as she felt her flesh pucker up into goose pimples. Her breathing had become shallow and raspy. Licking her dry lips, she tossed her head, knocking several strands of her blonde hair away from her face.
"Ummmm ... "
That dog . . . that wonderful, handsome dog was going to bed with her! Pushing aside any guilt-ridden thoughts, Marrian swung her legs around and lay back on the bed, resting her head on the pillow.
Spark pushed his head against her arm, whining, then sticking out his tongue and licking her elbow.
Marrian shivered at the warm, wet touch. "Up here, Spark. Up here ..."
She was patting the section of mattress next to her, feeling herself becoming dizzy, drunk with passion. Her body was trembling, her stomach muscles knotted up with lust as the dog sprang, jumping up onto the bed.
"Ohhhh ..."
Marrian felt the mattress sag from the weight of the leaping animal. There was still time for her to knock him away and rush for safety. But instead of running, the attractive blonde bent her knees slightly, pushing them apart while rubbing her naked ass back and forth across the mattress. She loved the feel of the silky coverlet against her asscheeks, loved the way the material gathered up under her hot, sweaty asscrack.
"Ummmmmm ..."
The dog moved around the bed until he was crouched between her legs.
Marrian could hear him breathing and it seemed as if her breathing matched his. She was high now, high on her own sexuality, on her own body. She bent her knees a little more, rocked her body from side to side while she drew her fingers up and down, up and down over her thighs. She was staring at the big dog, her body feeling so heavy because of her sexual arousal.
"Ohhhh, Spark . . . touch me, lick me, lick me good all over."
He bent forward, opening his powerful jaws, sticking out his tongue while dropping his head to the level of her cunt.
Marrian sucked in a deep breath and held it until she thought she would faint. She could feel the dog's panting breath against her legs. Rushes of hot/cold chills raced up and down her spine. Her toes cramped as she dug her fingernails into her thighs. Her cunt itched and ached! Her clit seemed to burn, really burn as she waited impatiently for the dog to make his move.
"Please, Spark . . ."
In a moment Marrian got her wish.
Moving cautiously forward, creeping toward her as if he was about to attack, Spark finally touched her cunt with his snout.
"Ummmm . . ."
It was a sensation that drove Marrian's ass off the bed. She let out a gaspy cry, arching her back, wallowing her shoulderblades against the pillow while rubbing her legs against the mattress. The sensation of the dog's nose against her warm, musky cunt was too much! She felt the muscles guarding her cuntal mouth cramp, then convulse while a new rush of pussy juice oozed from her cunt slit and wet down her thighs.
"Aggghhhhhh . . ."
Marrian tensed her asscheeks, flexing them, as Spark moved in closer, plunging his nose under her hot cuntal mound and wetting her pussy with his tongue. Up and down, up and down he began licking, coating her juicy cunt slit with his saliva.
"Uh . . . uhhh . . . uhhhhhh!"
Marrian was going mad. She could hear his whining, the breathy sound he made through his nostrils as he licked her. The lap of his tongue against her pussy made a wet, sucking sort of sound . . . ohhhh, it drove her mad with delight!
Marrian dropped her hands to her sides, clawing her fingernail against the coverlet while drawing her knees yet farther apart.
"Spark ..."
The room seemed to be on wheels, spinning around and around as the dog's tongue caressed her, curled and dug into her cunt.
A dog's tongue in her pussy! The thought sent her clit into spasms of shivers. Groaning arching her back once more, Marrian drew her legs together, feeling the wonderful sensation of Spark's furry coat against the insides of her thighs.
"Nice dog . . . oh God, God, Spark, keep licking me . uhhhh . . . oh . . . th-ther there, yessssss, touch me there!"
Marrian was whimpering, tossing her body about like a ship in a storm.
Spark was going mad with lust. His tongue seemed to be everywhere. He slopped it over her tender inner thighs, then drew it back to her cunt.
Marrian snapped her legs convulsive together, only to draw them apart and push them to the edges of her bed. His tongue gave her chills and flashes of heat at the same time. How good it was. How incredibly good it was to have that animal's tongue slopping all over her cunt.
Reaching behind her, she wrapped her fingers tightly around the Mediterranean-style headboard for support, rolling her head from side to side, grasping the dog's fur as she rocketed higher and higher toward climax.
The effect of his tonguing was electric. It had been so long since something other than her fingers had touched her cunt that Marrian was reaching orgasm quickly. She felt the familiar hot, chilly rushes of lust attacking her clit, slicing into the tiny, erect bud while Spark's tongue licked and slopped all around it.
She could feel the dog's spittle oozing down her thighs, leaking into her sweaty asscrack while she pranced her ass on the bed, wanting more and more sensation from the animal.
"Noooooooo! "
Closing her eyes tightly, Marrian felt pre-orgasmic spasms grip her cunt. She tensed as a tremor of delight rushed through her pussy.
Beating the backs of her naked legs against the bed, she fought for control. She didn't want to cum yet. She had just begun. She had just started with the animal, and she wanted this to last for a long, long time.
"Uhhhhhh . . ."
Opening her eyes, she peered down at the big German shepherd.
Spark pulled back and cocked his head to one side. His furry pointed ears were pricked toward her while his juice-smeared snout glistened in the dim light of her bedroom.
"Oh God . . . Spark, you wonderful, wonderful animal . . . oh yes, lick me good, lick me . . . ohhhh, God, it's so beautiful, so . . . so gooood!"
It was as if she were talking to her lover.
Marrian moved her hands down from the headboard, caressing her tits now as she undulated her ass over the mattress invitingly for the animal. She cupped both thunderous tits, feeling the heft and weight of her big tits. Men loved watching her walk down the street, loved watching her tits jiggle in her bra.
Marrian continued playing with her tits, thumbing her nipples again and again until the rubbery tips grew super sensitive. She felt the connections forming between her tits and her cunt. Her entire body was becoming one large erogenous zone.
Groaning, rolling her head again from side to side, Marrian rocked her hips, feeling the cuntal heat spreading.
"Ohhhhhh ..."
Spark went back to his meal, chowing down on the woman's pussy. He was nuzzling his black nose between her blood-swollen cuntlips, pushing them apart so he could get to the slick folds and hollows of her pussy mouth. The bristly hairs surrounding his snout tickled her cunt.
Marrian laughed, then groaned, pushing her legs farther apart, letting the animal take her as he wanted.
Marrian was spinning out of control now. Her shivering thighs rubbed against the German shepherd's sides while the headboard clattered madly behind her.
She knew the dog was tasting and smelling her, licking her the way he would have licked some bitch in the alley. But that's what she wanted, what she needed. She was a bitch in heat, a bitch needing this animal to lick her cunt into ecstasy. The thought sent Marrian into another spasm of sexual fury, groaning and sobbing with lust while she raised her trembling ass off the bed and fed her cunt to the animal.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Her hands slid down her belly, then found Spark's pointed, cold snout. She felt the steamy mess between her thighs. She could feel his tongue slopping around and around, touching her hand, caressing it. How good it was, how shamelessly, pervertedly good it all was!
CHAPTER TWO
"Ohhhhhhh ... "
Marrian sucked in air with wheezing sounds through her nostrils, feeling herself teetering on the brink. She was possessed by an aching pleasure throbbing between her legs. How good it felt to have the animal's tongue petting her there, caressing the soft, moist flesh around her clit, then actually touching the tiny bud of sexuality, curling around it, making it sputter with delight.
Never had she felt something like this, something so overwhelmingly pleasurable. "Yaggghhhh!"
Marrian kicked out one leg. Then she reached around and drove her fingers into the soft, warm furry coat of her pet German shepherd. She clung to him, hanging onto him while her body writhed and twisted under his expert tonguing. His sloppy, licking sent more and more shivers racing through her body. Marrian couldn't control herself any longer as she twisted under the big dog.
"Ummmmm . ."
Streaks of incredible heat rushed through her belly, making her pant harder.
"Yess . . . Christ in heaven, yesss! Oh, it's so good I'm going to die!" she wailed, her face pinched and red.
The burning, chilling sensations increased in intensity between her flailing legs. Marrian moved her ass up, giving the big dog more of her cunt to eat.
Spark saw her incredible excitement and whimpered through his nose. He was licking the bottom of her ass, moving his tongue back, back to the split of her asscheeks.
"Ohhhhhh . . ."
God, she wouldn't be able to take much more of this! Lust made her eyelids feel heavy as she pushed up from the bed and stared at the big dog. His head was bobbing up and down, his pointed ears pricked up high while his tongue slopped up and down, up and down over her cunt slit.
"Uhhhhhh . . . can't look . . . can't," Marrian gasped, collapsing back onto the bed.
She tossed her hips frenziedly now, her clit burning from the steady licking. She gripped the dog's neck while raising her feet from the bed. She inched her knees back, pushing them back as she had for her husband.
"Fuck . . . fuck ..."
Marrian had her knees all the way back now, her thighs having spread wide apart while her ass writhed on the mattress. Every part of her pussy was exposed to the sex-hungry animal.
She gasped and babbled as her long blonde hair splashed over her face. Nothing seemed to exist for her except her and the animal licking her cunt again and again.
"Uhhhhh . . . aaaahahhhh!"
Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she moved her ass up for a moment, held it there, then let it fall back to the squeaking, groaning bed. Soon she would be cumming.
"Uhhhhhh . . . ooohhhh, God! Touch me all over, Spark! Oh God, God!"
Marrian worked her ass around in frantic circles, gasping excitedly, while her fingers clawed and scratched at the whining, whimpering dog.
Spark's licking tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Her overloaded sexual circuits were sparking like mad now as she brought her legs together, rubbing her toes over his furry coat. How delicious it was to feel the ticklish sensation of his fur between the sensitive spots of her toes! At times Marrian could even feel his tail wagging against her ankles as he ate at her pussy.
"Arrrrghhhhh!"
A sharp spasm, then another, and another sliced-into her pussy. Marrian tilted her pussy up, feeling the dog's tongue inching along the pulsing circle of her cuntal muscles. She petted the dog with growing excitement, wishing she could cum now. She was ready now, ready for the big climax that had eluded her this past year.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhh!"
Marrian pitched and rolled on the bed, the headboard clattering noisily behind her.
Then all thoughts centered on her pussy. She was going to cum. She was going to cum with the dog's tongue inside her!
Marrian could feel the rising heat, could feel that itchy moment of madness just prior to those wonderful spasms coming onto her. She gasped and moaned, clawed at the dog, then the sheets, while scissoring her legs tightly around the humping dog's back.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr! Huhhrrrrr!"
Marrian tossed her head, feeling her hair tangling around her throat as she fought to fill up her lungs with air. Her thighs were filled with an itching, tantalizing fire that licked up to her cunt.
She quivered and throbbed, bucking her body so wildly she nearly knocked the whimpering German shepherd from the big bed. But Spark stayed with her, clamping his jaw on her cunt and shaking it, "Oh God!"
It was the cry of the damned, of the desperate! Marrian came, came with a fury that took her breath away. Brilliant flashes of white and yellow exploded before her eyes as she jerked and trembled. It was beautiful, the most beautiful feeling she had ever felt in her life!
She was cumming! Again and again the beautiful shocks of white heat seared her clit, then exploded in her brain! Cumming! What a glorious, wonderful feeling it was to have her pussylips snapping hard around the dog's maw, caressing it, while his tongue scoured the inside of her convulsing cunt.
When it was over, she opened her eyes and saw Spark lying on the floor, curled up, his head buried between his hindlegs. He was licking his red, pointy prick that had slid out of his sheath.
Marrian raised her head, watched for a moment, then shuddered. She thought for a second, just for a second about that prick and how it would feel inside her. Having Spark lick her off was one thing. But actually letting him mount her, stick that prick into her cunt was something else. No, she would rather turn herself into a street whore and pick up some strange man than do something like that.
"Mmmmmm ..."
Falling back to the bed, Marrian dragged her fingers up and down her thighs. Thoughts drifted through her mind. No, she'd think about what had happened to her and the moral consequences tomorrow. Now, she was interested only in sleep, the sleep that comes with sexual satisfaction.
"Ohhhhh . . . Spark."
Marrian felt warm, relaxed. It wasn't a feeling she was used to. She smiled, hearing the dog as he licked his cock and balls. How good this had been. How very, very good it had been!
Then she fell fast asleep.
The next morning Marrian found herself humming in the kitchen as she made herself breakfast. Spark was in the back yard jumping and barking at birds flying low over his head.
She glanced out the window and smiled. It had been good. And there weren't too many feelings of regret.
There was a knock at the door.
Marrian arched her eyebrows, wondering who on earth would be coming over at this early hour. Setting down her coffee, she moved through the living room to the door.
"Carrie!"
"Hello, Mother," the girl said a little sullenly, standing there in a short blue skirt and matching blouse. Her two packed suitcases were on either side of her legs as she looked at Marrian, then cast down her eyes. "I came home early, as you can see."
Marrian wrinkled her forehead, examining her daughter. Carrie was extremely pretty, petite, with long chestnut hair. Why on earth had she come home from camp? To her calculations Carrie had at least another three weeks to go.
"I .. I didn't like it there," Carrie said haltingly, bending down and picking up her suitcases. She walked past Marrian, still carefully avoiding her mother's questioning eyes.
"But . . . I thought you were looking forward to going. You had such a nice time there last year, and all your friends were going to be there. And why didn't you call me or something?" Marrian asked, closing the door and still feeling a bit stunned by her daughter's sudden appearance.
"I didn't want to bother you. Do you have some milk or something?"
They went into the kitchen.
Marrian felt as if something terribly wrong had happened.
"There's Spark. Oh, it's good to see him," Carrie said, bracing herself against the sink and looking out the window.
"Here's your milk," Marrian said.
Marrian felt a flash of guilt as her daughter gazed out the window. What would she have thought if she found out what had happened last night? What would Carrie say if she knew her mother had opened her thighs to the animal, had let him lick her into ecstasy?
Carrie took the glass and gulped down the milk, setting it down and turning around to face her mother.
"There was a counselor there . . . a guy who tried to do . . . things with me," Carrie said, her face flushing beet red. "I . . . I didn't know where to go. He was everywhere. I thought he might even . . . even try something right there in my cabin. So I sneaked out last night and caught a bus down here."
"Oh God! Marrian sank to the chair, holding one hand over her mouth. "Your brother was in the next camp. You could've phoned him."
"Brad doesn't care about anything except his dumb cars. Besides, I just wanted to get out of the place. Now, I want to go up to my room, Mother, and rest. It's been a long bus ride back."
Marrian wanted to know so much. She wanted to learn the name of that hideous counselor so she could call the camp and complain. But Carrie was tight-lipped, refusing to say anything. Her daughter trundled up the stairs, carrying her bags, leaving Marrian behind in a confused state of mind.
The day went incredibly slowly.
Marrian didn't think much of Spark now, even when he came in for some food and began nudging her suggestively. All thoughts were directed toward Carrie now.
"Get away, Spark," Marrian said impatiently, brushing the animal to one side.
In her room that afternoon, Carrie was lying in bed, tears staining her pillow. She hadn't been truthful with her mother at all. Someone had made an advance toward her. Someone had tried cornering her, nearly succeeding in tearing off her clothes one night and raping her.
"Ohhhh . . ." Carrie let out another sob, turning onto her side and wiping the tears from her eyes with her whitened knuckles.
Her brother Brad! He had been drunk, having sneaked over to her camp with some friends. Carrie wasn't sure whether Brad had come over purposely to attack her, or whether things just got out of hand. He apologized later, saying he didn't know what he was doing. But the damage had been done.
Brad and Carrie had never been particularly close. At home Brad always seemed interested in his cars and his floozy girlfriends, hardly spending a minute of time with her when she was growing up.
Only during the past year did he seem to recognize her existence. But still that was no big deal. But then there was that night, that awful night when he attacked her, nearly fucked her!
"God!"
Carrie sat bolt upright in bed, still able to feel his strong fingers holding her, tearing at her clothes while she struggled helplessly in his grip. If it hadn't been for some of his friends coming back, God only knows what would have happened to her!
"Ohhhhh ..."
Covering her face with both hands, the pert, attractive brunette sobbed. She would never tell her mother about what took place out there. It would kill her. She had been so adamant on having all of them sticking together after her father's death. What would her mother say if she were to learn that her son had tried to fuck her daughter?
Carrie shuddered. It was so hot, so sticky and uncomfortable in her room. It was adding to her general misery.
Pulling her blouse from her short skirt, she slowly removed all her clothes, laying them neatly on the back of a chair.
Carrie paused for a moment, glancing at herself in the full-length mirror. She was an attractive, budding girl. She knew men stared at her as she walked by, her firm, plump asscheeks wiggling suggestively under her skirts.
Turning around, she stared at her cunt, shivering once more when she thought about her brother and what he had done to get in there!
Passing one hand protectively over her pussy, Carrie watched as her full tits swayed. "Oh God!"
Carrie turned and walked back to bed, falling heavily atop the mattress and lying down. Closing her eyes, she thought of Brad, of the way he had held her, of what he had whispered to her about fucking and how he was going to drill out her brains with his prick.
"Oh no!"
Draping one arm over her eyes, she turned over and cried herself to sleep. Carrie had no idea how long she had dreamed. Images of her brother standing over her, shredding her clothes while pressing his body against hers, tortured her mind. She tossed and turned on the bed, her flesh glistening with sweat as again and again she dreamed of Brad raping her.
"No, no, no."
She felt hands touching her thighs, caressing her cunt, touching her belly. The dream was so real! She could almost feel his breath against her throat as he kept telling her about his prick and how big it was and how it would feel as it squeezed into her cunt.
"No!" Carrie awoke with a start.
The touch had been too real. Something was caressing her pussy.
Peering over the nippled ends of her jiggling tits, she saw what it was.
"Spark!"
Her mouth opened as she stared wide-eyed at the big dog on her bed.
The German shepherd was standing there, his fur bristling while his head was between her thighs.
"No!"
She jerked her knees back, sliding up against the headboard, banging her skull against the wall.
"You . . . you get away from me, Spark. What . . . what's wrong with you?"
Glancing in front of her, she saw that the door had swung open. If her mother peeked in and found her like this, it would be the end.
Then, glancing out the window, Carrie saw that her mother's car was gone.
"Horrible dog. Oh, if only I knew you were like this . . . like my brother . . ."
She started swinging her legs off the bed. Spark backed away, bowing his body down, pricking his ears forward. As she began sliding from the mattress, he snapped and growled, blocking her escape.
Carrie shrank back, drawing her hands protectively over her tits and cunt. She stared with widened, horrified eyes at the big dog. He was mad, crazy!
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't, Spark . . . just don't . . . don't touch me."
Something deep in her, something instinctive told her what was going to happen. Her stomach churned while her scalp crawled with horror. She couldn't believe this was happening! It had to be a continuation of her nightmare, those horrible images of her brother trying to fuck her.
"Uh"
But it was real, all too real! She could hear the dog's heavy breathing, hear him as he smacked his lips while staring at her blonde cunt. No one had touched her there before, no one. And now a dog, a damned dog was trying to lick her cunt.
"No, Spark . . . oh, God in heaven, no!" she sobbed, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Carrie scooted her ass back, pressing her clenched fists against her thighs.
Spark stood there, his forelegs braced widely apart, his head drooping slightly while his dark-pink tongue lolled from one corner of his mouth. His pointy ears were pricked forward while his tail drooped behind, barely wagging. His fur was bristling.
"Spark . . ."
Stretching out one hand, Carrie attempted to pet him on the head. But the animal backed away, crouching down, growling at her.
She drew back her hand quickly, putting it protectively at the base of her throat.
Carrie thought she was going to faint from fear. Seconds turned into minutes as the two of them stared wildly at one another.
"Ohhhh ..."
He was coming at her!
She watched as he lowered his head, rolling up those dark, black eyes, staring at her the way a wolf stares at its cornered prey. And there was that terrible growl, that growl that made her flesh quiver.
Carrie tightened her fingers around her throat, expecting to feel the sharp edge of his fangs cutting into her skin.
"Uhhhhhhh ..."
The growling had stopped. Carrie stared down with wide, terrified eyes as Spark opened his mouth and licked the tops of her feet gently. And all the time he was staring at her, those piercing, black eyes burning into her soul.
"Ohhhhhh ..."
Carrie began to draw that leg back away from the big German shepherd. But then Carrie heard him growl and decided it would be best to leave her foot where it was. She lay there, her back propped up against the head-board, carefully watching as Spark's pink tongue licked up and down her feet. The dog's tongue tickled especially when he drew it up her ankle. Carrie smiled as the animal's tongue lashed around her toes, then curled under her arches only to come out around and lick down the tops of her feet.
"Ohhhhh . . ."
Carrie shuffled her feet against the coverlet, feeling something else starting to happen. It was the same feeling she had experienced with Brad, her brother, when he had peeled off her halter and began kissing her tits. In spite of the reeking alcohol on his breath, in spite of his brutality, and in spite of the fact that he was her brother, Carrie had felt a strange kind of tightening warmth spreading through her cunt. It was the same kind of heat she felt now, radiating to all parts of her body, making her clit fill with blood and poke its head out of the surrounding moist flesh.
"Ummmmmmm ..."
The dog noticed the subtle change in her groans and began licking higher.
"No, Spark ... Nooooooo... "
But her protests were starting to weaken, starting to sound false.
Spark was licking around her ankles now, mouthing her toes, then stretching his tongue up, up toward her thighs. Carrie felt herself falling, falling down some dark tunnel as she let her knees relax, let them fall apart.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh ..."
The room spun around and around as she stretched on the bed. Everything had been so confusing the past few days. Her brother's strange advances, those long hours in the cabin afterward when she tried to think of what to do, and finally that long bus ride through the night to her home! Perhaps it was that trauma that was making her so susceptible to the dog's attention.
"Nice . . . nice ...
Carrie closed her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip and biting down hard. It felt good, so good having that gentle licking all over her legs.
Now the dog was moving higher.
Carrie sighed happily, pushing her knees out, feeling that itchy heat growing more and more intense in her cunt. The heat was concentrating in her clit, making it grow stiff and hot at the top of her pussy!
"Ummmmmmm ..."
Pussy. Cunt. Those words returned to her now with a new intensity as Spark's tongue drenched her thighs, moving up toward the blonde bush between her legs.
"No, Spark . . . uhhhh, NOOOOOO!"
That tongue! That wonderful, horrible tongue! And what he was doing to her with it!
Carrie jerked, twitching, as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire! The dog was licking up her thighs now, leaving long, silvery trails of doggie spit on her flesh.
Carrie tried pushing him away with her feet. But her attempts were weak, and Spark ignored them. He was smelling her now, sniffing at her pussy, putting one paw boldly on her thigh.
"No!"
But the dog kept licking her, twisting his tongue around and around, edging it ever closer to her pussy.
Carrie made one more attempt to push him away, stretching out both hands and pressing her fingers against his face. Instead of growling or snapping, Spark twisted his head around and licked her wrists and fingers, making her shiver with something she had never felt before.
"Ohhhhhh ..."
Carrie dropped her hands from the animal, feeling so weak, so drained.
That tongue was edging up higher, the pointed tip only inches away from the hairs fringing her swollen cuntlips.
Carrie found herself wriggling on the bed, felt her spine bumping the headboard. Somewhere in the distance a dog was barking. She could hear an occasional car woosh down the tree-lined street, and across the way children were screaming with joy. Oh, if only they knew what was going on up here! She smiled weakly, her smile fading quickly when the dog began pushing his tongue against her cunt, sending her pussy into wild tremors of need.
"Ohhhhhh ..."
It was like a nuclear reaction! Carrie's eyes widened again when she felt the itchy ache turn into something much more intense and concentrated, one of the wildest feelings she had ever had in her life!
The dog's tongue was washing around the bottom of her pussy, the tip edging right up to the juicy slit barely visible through the thick matting of her cuntal hairs.
Carrie's knees jerked up, flopped to the bed, then jerked up once more as Spark's tongue began to enter her juicy fuck slot.
"No, oh no . . . oh God, you . . . you're a bad dog . . . you . . ."
Carrie's head lolled, her body trembling with a lust she had never dreamed possible. Her brother, her mother, all thoughts of family and friends disappeared under her rising sexuality. Now there was only the thought of her and the dog, of his tongue and what it was doing to her.
And now the dog was eating out her cunt! He was licking her cunt, snaking that slimy, warm tongue through her pussyhairs and touching her hot, wet slit. And how good it felt! How terribly good it felt. Carrie spread her fingers and dug the nails into the bedspread, rubbing the backs of her legs over the coverlet.
"Ummmmm ..."
She licked her lips, feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest while her mouth became as dry as cotton. Once or twice her belly muscles tightened while the tendons of her thighs bulged out against the flesh. She felt her ass muscles tightening, relaxing, tightening again as she was sucked into this wild whirlpool of perverted lust.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Carrie slipped down on the bed, her toes pointing out, her legs spreading farther and farther until she could feel her pussylips straining from that position. She wanted the dog now, wanted him as she had wanted nothing before in her life!
"Spark . . . oh Spark .."
The dog moved, washing his tongue between her asscheeks, sliding it in the tight little crack of her ass and touching her shitter.
Carrie's eyes bulged out. She let out a tiny gasp of surprise. Straightening a little, she tilted her virgin blonde pussy down. She wanted his tongue there, there where it ached so much. She wanted his tongue washing up and down over her cunt slit, increasing the already flaming heat.
"Uhhhhhhhh . . . oh there! Oh my God!
Yes, oh yesssssss!" she hissed.
Carrie was clenching her teeth, grinding them against one another. A dog was eating her cunt, sliding his tongue into her slit! And what was so strange, so incredible, was that Carrie was enjoying it more and more with each passing second. The dog's sloppy, tonguing mouth was bringing such an exciting heat to her pussy. His tongue felt so hot, so silky and smooth against her cuntlips.
"Ohhhhh ..."
And when he drew it against the top of her pussy touching her clit, Carrie thought she would faint from sheer pleasure!
"Nooooooooo ..."
Again she tried scooting her cunt away from the dog, a stab of guilt piercing the red fog that had settled over her brain.
But Spark draped his paw over her left thigh, holding her in place while his tongue stabbed into her cunt again and again.
Once more Carrie gasped, squeezing her buttocks together and hunching up her thighs. When the tip of his tongue pressed against her wet cunt slit again, Carrie whimpered, widening her legs even more, rubbing her prancing ass over the squeaking mattress. Now she could feel the long wet sweep of his tongue over her cuntal mound.
"Spark . . . oh God yes! Ohhhhh, it's so good, so good I'm going to die ..."
Carrie moved one finger down and gently spread her outer cuntlips. The dog's pink tongue went deep, moved up, then slopped over her clit.
The girl went crazy with lust, arching her back. Sparks of incredible desire seemed to shower her pussyflesh. A flood of juice coated her cuntlips. She could feel the fluid oozed from her pussy hole, making her fingers slick.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
There was something so incredibly about having this animal between her legs, something she had never thought about in her life! His fur, the smell of the animal, the touch of his tongue against her pussy drove Carrie mad with joy.
Kicking her legs out, she snapped her head from side to side as the burning, itching heat began to peak between her widely splayed thighs. Carrie found herself pitching and rocking on the mattress, her arms flailing wildly against the animal.
Glancing up, the confused girl saw something that took her breath away. Spark's cock! She had seen it once or twice before when the dog had been aroused by one of the bitches in the neighborhood. But now his prick was hard and stiff and ready to stick into her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhhh . . . Noooooooo!"
Spark ate her cunt ravenously, his powerful back hunching, making fucking movements as he rubbed his pointed knobby boner against the silken coverlet.
Carrie gasped again, staring at the prick that dangled wetly from under his belly, bobbing around as he worked his pointed muzzle around the steamy folds of her cunt. It wasn't too hard to imagine what it would feel like to have that cock sticking into her, piercing her cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhh!"
Carrie folded one leg over the other and began humping hard against the bed. She had cinched her eyes shut tightly just after the first waves of hot flashes began racing through her tight, wet pussy.
"Huhhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!"
A blinding fury of spasms shot through her pussy. Spark had shoved his tongue inside her pussy once more, curling it around and around as if he were searching for something inside her body. Carrie was on the brink now, on the edge of one of the most furious orgasms of her life.
"Uhhhhh . . . yagggghhhhhhh!"
She threw back her head and opened her mouth, gasping, sobbing. Saliva bubbled out from the corners of her mouth while her fists began beating the bed in a rapid rhythm.
"Cummmmmmmm!"
She was shouting, not caring if the neighborhood heard her. All that mattered were the fiery, itchy chills racing through her pussy, tightening her cuntal muscles, making her prance her ass frantically for more sexual sensations. She couldn't keep still, just couldn't keep her ass motionless as Spark licked steadily against her pulsing clit.
"Ugghhhhhhhh ..."
The wet mess between her legs throbbed crazily. Her cunt was feverish, swollen, pulsing like a gaping wound.
Carrie bobbed her ass around in circles, humping her body like a snake while the dog fed on her cunt.
"Nnnnnghhhhhhh ..."
Carrie put one hand on her pussy, stroking her clit while curling the fingers of her other hand in the dog's fur. She held him hard against her dripping pussy, digging her heels into the bed while pushing her cunt against his maw.
That wonderful tongue was digging into her pussy while those bristly hairs on his snout were tickling her clit madly. It was the best feeling she had ever had in the whole world!
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
She felt his forepaws shoving against her ass once more as Spark tried shoving more of his snout into her cunt. His nose was sticking into her, pushing into her pussy as if it were a cock!
"Huhhhhrrrrrrr!"
She came violently, furiously. It was an ecstatic torture. Her calves cramped as she dug her heels frantically into the bed, rocking madly from side to side as the climactic fire ravished every nerve.
Carrie groaned and gasped, not caring who heard. How good it was feeling Spark's jaws gaping open as he raked his teeth along her cuntlips, then licked deep into her tight, hot hole. She could feel his doggie spit dripping down her thighs and ass, oozing into her ass crack. And always there was that hot, panting breath against her dampened flesh.
"Uhhhhhhhh . . ."
Carrie was cumming hard. The spasms were like the lashes from a whip, each one painful and yet marvelously pleasurable. She was begging for more, whipping her slender, boyish young hips back and forth against the big German shepherd's opened, dripping jaws. "Uhhhhhhhh ... "
For a wild second she thought of her brother, of the way he had looked at her that night when he tried to rape her. Spark was growling lustily, wiggling his snout back and forth, licking until she just couldn't take any more.
Vague images of her brother were taking over her mind now. In her imagination they were together in some room and he was pressing her down on the bed. She could feel his hips, his cock pressing against her belly. And then as the last convulsive beat of her climax blasted through her thighs, Carrie felt Brad fuck her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, there's got to be some explanation," Marrian said, hanging up the phone.
It had been two days since her daughter's return. She paused at the refrigerator as she tried to think about why her son was coming home soon as well. Brad had just called from the downtown bus station and said he'd be home in an hour.
Wiping the few beads of perspiration from her forehead, Marrian glanced at the overhead wall clock. Three-thirty. It was hot. Everything in the city seemed to slow down now, almost stop.
Marrian walked to the sink, looking out the small window. Carrie was out there in a skimpy bikini, one of her outfits that Marrian had strenuously objected to. Well, at least back there no one would see her.
Carrie seemed to be dozing, one arm dangling from the metal lounge chair while the other was draped over her belly. A half-opened magazine lay on the grass while she dozed. Time itself seemed to be standing still.
Marrian put one hand to her bare midriff and felt a rush of emotions, of feelings that made her gasp. Those hot, itchy feelings of arousal were coming back again. Sex was there, peeping over the horizon, leering at her, as she stood in her kitchen trying to get some control over her life.
She was hot, hot to fuck and there was Spark dozing in the living room near the fireplace. Marrian sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard, glancing out the window once more. Carrie seemed to be fast asleep, her chest rising and falling regularly.
Moving quietly to the kitchen door, Marrian slipped the deadbolt shut, then padded softly through the living room to the front door and did the same. Turning, holding herself steady against the back of the sofa, Marrian studied the big dog. Her movement had aroused her. Now he raised his head, cocking it to one side while pricking his ears.
Marrian watched as his bushy tail began to wag slowly against the carpeting while his flesh trembled.
Oh yes, yes, you know what I want. You damned dog, you know what I want, Marrian thought, rubbing her dampened palms against her shorts.
There was no hesitation this time, no wondering about whether or not she was doing the right thing. She was breathing hard, feeling her chest tighten while her lips dried. Her nipples were getting stiff, scratching so against her blouse.
Marrian took one step forward, stopped, then took another, stretching out one hand while bending forward. She stroked the big dog's head, gasping at the warm touch of his fur. Her cuntlips rubbed against one another while her clit began throbbing. She could already feel the juices flowing from her pussy slit, dampening her panties, wetting down her shorts.
Spark had closed his eyes, enjoying the caress. Now his nostrils sniffed and wrinkled at the smell between her legs. He opened his eyes and tilted back his head, studying the panting woman.
"Oh yes, Spark, yes, I want you to come up to my room again," Marrian whispered, finding her lips curling up into a smile. "I want you up there so we can . . . so we can have fun."
The big dog stood up, his tail high and curled, wagging excitedly as he panted through his nostrils with a wheezing sound.
Marrian glanced toward the kitchen once more, then squared her shoulders and marched up the stairs, one hand trailing on the polished banister. She was like a woman possessed as she shuffled down the hall, walked into her room and kicked off her sandals. Spark was right behind her.
Marrian walked back to the door and shut it hard, flipping the lock, then moving to the windows and drawing the blinds.
Now they were alone, shut out from the rest of the world. Brad wouldn't be home for nearly an hour. Carrie was asleep and probably would be until her brother came home. There was just enough time for her to take care of that sharp edge of arousal between her legs!
"Spark . . ."
No hesitation now Marrian pulled off her halter, shoving down her shorts, stripping in seconds, then tumbling onto the bed. She scooted backward, resting her head on one of the pillows while spreading her legs.
Spark barked softly, then jumped onto the mattress, his forelegs spread widely apart. Marrian moaned, tensing her ass muscles, hunching up her hot, dripping pussy while rubbing her thighs.
"Uhhhhh . . . Spark ...
Spark lowered his head once more, moving up to her, his saliva dripping on her legs.
Marrian moved her hands down to her thighs, stroking them slowly, letting her fingers caress the aroused flesh. She closed her eyes and shivered, feeling her body spin higher and higher as the dog approached her pussy. She could almost feel his tongue now, feel that wonderful oral organ caressing her pussy slit, touching her clit, then curling into the depths of her cunt and touching the most sensitive parts of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh . . ."
Panting as hard as the big German shepherd, Marrian reached up and curled her fingers into his fur. She was guiding him, rewarding the dog with a scratch behind the ears the moment he started licking her thighs. She loved it, loved the sensation of that warm, wet tongue licking her flesh, dragging up past her knees, until he was nearly touching the bottom junction of her blood-swollen cuntlips.
"Ohhhhh, more, more! Oh yes, Spark, gimme more, more tongue . . . ohhhhhh!" Marrian whispered hotly, undulating her thighs, crooning to the animal as he continued to lick her into ecstasy.
But Marrian knew it was time for something different, something that would be a variation to an already perverted game.
Marrian rolled onto her belly, pushing her body up on her elbows and knees, wagging her ass.
"Ohhhh, Spark!" she gasped, trying to suck in air to her lungs as the dog began licking her ass wildly. He was dragging that wonderful tongue up and down over her asscheeks.
Marrian cried out, feeling the hot tongue lick over her buttocks, followed by a cooling of the saliva while the animal moved to another part of her ass. That combined cooling and heating drove her wild. Marrian lowered her head and moved it from side to side.
"Uhhhhh ... uuuhhhhhhhh!"
She felt as if she was a bitch, his bitch, as she crouched with her ass bobbing high in the air, getting licked by the large animal.
He moved up, bumping his body with his head. She lowered herself a bit, letting him lick down her back, letting him draw his tongue over the bumps of her spine.
Marrian let out a shivery moan, spreading her knees farther apart and tilting back her cunt for the animal.
"Uhhhhhhhhh ..."
He was on her cunt now, twisting his head from side to side, drawing his tongue up, then moving down and licking the combined juices of his mouth and her pussy from her thighs. How good, how indescribably good it was to feel his hot spit dribbling down over the thick blonde curls of her violated cunt.
She arched her back, yowling and gasping as the dog wet her with that wonderful tongue. Wobbling there on her elbows, she gasped in air, holding her breath when the dog touched a particularly sensitive spot.
Crying out frantically, clawing at the crushed pillow, Marrian groaned when the big German shepherd began concentrating on her tiny slick clit.
"Uhhhhhhhh ! "
Marrian spread her thighs even more until she could feel her inner cuntlips peel back from the hot pussymeat along her slit. The dog shoved at her, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound and up.
It was almost more than she could stand. She bucked and thrashed, closing her eyes while biting down so hard on her lower lip that she could taste blood. Trembling, Marrian rolled around on her back now, kicking out one leg, begging the dog to lick her.
"Oh yes, yes, oh God! Lick me . . . oh God, it's so good . . . so shamelessly good. Oh, I'll die of this, I surely will!"
Marrian looked under the dog's belly and saw the dark red spear of his prick. The dog's cock had slipped an inch of two out of the furry sheath and it glistened now with its natural lubrication.
Marrian shuddered, her eyes riveted to the knobby cock for several seconds. Strange things started happening to her. She thought about all the times she had seen animals fucking. What would it feel like having something like that in her cunt? It had been so long since she had something hard and stiff and hot in her pussy.
"Uhhhhhh . . ."
Marrian babbled with excitement, her arms shooting out and gripping the animal around the head so she could hold his maw against her drooling cunt slit. His tongue rubbed against her swollen cuntmeat, lapping her pussy slit open. Marrian peered between her big tits, watching as his tongue pushed into her cunt-meat. Spark was wagging his hips, hunkering down, letting more and more of his red-knobbed cock slither out.
"Oh, I don't . . . I don't know ... I just don't know," she whispered, glancing at that prick once more and swallowing hard.
The dog was moving around now, rubbing his prick against the coverlet, hunching it back and forth while he opened his jaws and brought them down on her pussy. The effect was sharp and immediate.
Marrian fell back and shoved her pussy up, tossing it around in tight, frantic circles. She whimpered for the dog to eat her harder as she felt those sharp teeth caressing her pulsing, moist cuntmeat.
"Huhhhhrrrrrrrrr!"
Spark humped his ass as he nipped and licked her pussy. The sounds of his tongue clicking and licking against her cunt drove her wild. He sucked and licked with each movement she made against the bed.
"Uhhhhhh . . ."
Her shivering moans and wild squirming set the dog off into a wilder fury. He made growling sounds against her pussy, sounds that made her open her legs wider. He was shaking her pussy mound now, shaking it gently while his fangs pressed against her pussy.
Marrian whimpered and cried, pounding her fists hard against the bed as her climax exploded and burst over her. The fury was mind-bending. But still she had enough consciousness left to realize something was happening, something that hadn't occurred before.
Hot strings of spurting jizz were hitting and oozing down one thigh. The dog was cumming, cumming on her! She could feel it splattering against her forcefully, could hear the dog moaning and howling as she tried to wriggle away from the spurting blasts of that hot doggie slime!
"Nooooooo!"
Marrian managed to swing her legs over the edge of her bed and slide off, her cunt still pulsing with climax as she rushed from the room and ran into the bathroom.
Closing the door, leaning heavily against the molding, she felt the doggie jizz trickling down her thighs. It had happened so fast, so quickly, too rapidly for her to have prevented it.
"God!"
Turning around and flipping on the light, Marrian stared at her image in the cabinet mirror. Her face was flushed, streaked wit perspiration, while tangles of her blonde hair clung to her flesh. If she looked down a second, Marrian knew she would see Spark's cum streaking her thighs and cunt. This was going too far! She had to stop this madness before it took hold of her completely.
"Oh God, God, what's happening to me? Dear God in heaven, what's . . . " She couldn't complete the sentence.
Sinking to her knees, Marrian held her head in her hands, sobbing unrestrainedly. She couldn't stop herself from this vile act. She was like a drug addict, needing her daily fix. And all this was happening while her son was coming back from camp!
Minutes ticked by.
Marrian drew herself together, realizing Brad would be knocking at the front door in a short while.
Stepping into the shower, she turned on the warm water and let the comforting spray wash the doggie jizz from her body. She was still drunk with lust, still wanting to feel the dog pressing against her. Marrian let the water flood over her tits and belly.
"Oh God . . . " Her groan echoed in the tiled room. She worked the soap over her pussy, trembling as her fingers slicked over her inner cuntlips. "That damned dog ... that..."
Shaking, the thoughts from her mind, she turned off the water and stepped out with a towel wrapped tightly around her. Leaving the steamy bathroom, she noticed Spark lying in the hall. He merely looked at her from his resting place, lowering his head back down on-to his paws and sighing.
Marrian rushed by, shivering. She dressed hurriedly, glancing at the clock on her bed-stand and seeing that it was nearly time for her son to return home.
Footsteps at the front door!
Marrian rushed down the hall just in time to see a broad silhouette through the frosted windowpanes.
"Brad!"
"Hi, Mom!"
He was there, big, broad and handsome with that cocky smile on his face, a smile reminding him of her late husband.
"Carrie around?" Brad asked after giving her the proper welcome-home hug.
"Uh, no . . . well, that is, she's out back resting," Marrian said.
Brad looked at her strangely, his smile fading for a moment. It returned brighter than before as he dragged his suitcases in and closed the door behind him.
"I can't understand why you children have come home from camp so early," Marrian said, her voice trembling slightly.
She tilted her chin up, a sign her children knew all too well-she wanted answers.
"It was just boring, Mom. I mean, there weren't half the things to do there like last year," Brad said, carrying his suitcases to the foot of the stairs.
"Now just a second, young man," Marrian said, her voice growing frosty. She put a restraining hand on his right arm. "I want to know what's wrong. Your sister comes home and she refuses to talk about why. Then you come home and give me the same story. I'm sorry, but I don't buy it. "Now, what's been going on. I'm your mother. I have a right to know!"
It was quite a speech, one she hadn't planned on giving. Perhaps it was her frustration with her own weakness, that horrible weakness with Spark that had goaded her into pinning down her son.
"There's nothing, Mom. Really . . . nothing's goin' on. Now I'm gonna put these things in the bedroom and I'll be down in a bit."
She couldn't reach him, just as she couldn't reach her daughter Carrie. They had built some kind of wall up between her and them, and no matter how hard she tried to scale it, it was impossible.
"Hi, Spark!"
Marrian shivered again when she heard her son talking to the big dog. There was something obscenely grotesque about Brad petting the same dog that had made love to her twice so far.
Rubbing her arms, Marrian retreated from the living room and walked through the kitchen into the hot outdoors.
Carrie was stirring on the lounge chair, her thin arms raised slightly above her head. Her mouth was open in a yawn.
"Oh, Mother," she said sleepily as Marrian came around.
"I have some good news," Marrian began, taking in the full force of her daughter's beauty. Her small face framed with fine white-blonde hair, her sparkling blue eyes, every-thing about her was incredibly lovely.
"Oh?" Carrie rose from the lounge chair, putting on her sunglasses and picking up the magazine at her feet.
"Yes, your brother's home. Brad's home." Carrie swallowed down a scream as she tried to smile at the awful news.
CHAPTER FIVE
All through dinner little was said between brother and sister.
Marrian couldn't understand it at all. Neither looked up at the other, the sounds of forks scraping dinner plates almost becoming maddening.
Marrian had to pull conversation from the two of them, her questions being answered for the most part by a curt yes or no.
In the end she felt a direct confrontation as to their attitudes and their reasons for coming home was wrong-at least for now. She would get at the bottom of this later. Right now she was tired, tired of the dog, of her feelings toward him, and now of the rising conflict between her and her children.
"I'm going to bed, Carrie," she said, helping her daughter slip the dishes into the washer.
"Oh, why don't you stay up and talk with us for a while, mom," Carrie suggested almost breathlessly.
Marrian studied her daughter for a moment, noticing a slight trembling in her fingers. What on earth was wrong? Should she question Carrie more closely? But a wave of fatigue washed over her, dulling her perception, making her simply want to lie down and forget about everything for a moment.
Passing one hand over her forehead, Marrian smiled weakly. "Perhaps tomorrow, dear. I'm just not feeling up to it tonight."
Marrian closed her eyes, not seeing the panic registering on Carrie's face.
Carrie now knew she would be alone with her brother.
"Goodnight. Have a nice chat with your brother, dear."
Carrie stood alone in the kitchen for several more minutes, her fingers tightening on the counter. She heard her mother talking briefly to Brad. And then there was silence. Of course she could go up to her room and bolt the door. But that was no way to live! She would be slinking around the house for the rest of her life, cowering under the shadow of her brother, waiting for him to . . . no, she couldn't face that, couldn't live through that kind of hell. Perhaps her mother was doing her a favor by retiring early.
Carrie decided to speak to Brad now and get to the bottom of his strange behavior.
Turning, straightening her back while squaring her shoulders, Carrie walked into the living room, stopping by the large couch.
"Brad, I want to talk."
Brad was slouched in the adjoining chair, a newspaper draped over one leg. He looked up, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Carrie felt her heart contract. She had to force herself to calm down.
"I mean, I . . . I think you owe me an explanation why you ... why you did what you did," Carrie said, finishing the sentence in a whisper while glancing nervously up the stairs. If her mother even suspected what had happened that terrible night in the woods . . .
"You mean when I came on to you?" Brad asked, his eyes sparkling even more.
Carrie was shocked! She thought he was going to show remorse, even shame over what had happened. But this kind of reaction was more than she could endure. He was laughing at her, smiling at her discomfort!
Carrie curled her fingers until the nails bit into her palms. She found herself resting against the back of the sofa, her breath becoming hard and labored.
"You don't even feel sorry for having done that, do you?" Her voice sounded cold and hard.
"Why should I be?" Brad said, putting down the paper and folding his hands behind his head.
He looked cocky, challenging, as he stretched his long, muscular legs out in front of him. Carrie wanted to hit him, destroy that look of smug self-assurance. But all she could do was stand there and wither under his hot stare.
"How can you say something like that? How? It's sick, Brad. What you tried doing there was . . . was wrong, perverted," she whispered, leaning slightly over the back of the couch. "No brother in his right mind would try to...to..."
"To fuck his sister?"
Carrie shuddered. He not only had said that horrible, forbidden word, but put so much emphasis on it.
Carrie wanted to turn, rush up the stairs and join her mother. But something kept her riveted to the spot. Carrie felt so strangely icy and yet so hot at the same time.
Damn him! Damn him and that horribly handsome face of his staring up at her!
"Don't say that. It's . . . it's wrong and terrible," Carrie hissed, her cheeks turning beet red while her pulse raced furiously through her veins.
"Why not? Lots of guys do it. Lots more than you think," he said quietly. His smile faded.
Something else was on his mind, and Carrie could guess what it was. She tensed, feeling her muscles cramp. He was staring at her now in the same way he had stared at her back at the camp.
Carrie backed away, drawing one hand over her belly.
"You . . . you get away from me, Brad Faddis. You try anything and I'll . . . I'll call for Mother. If she knew what you were up to, she'd . . . she'd die, really die!"
Brad rose lazily from the couch, stretching his arms over his head and yawning while pushing out his flat belly slightly.
Carrie felt foolish at first, realizing he hadn't really made any overtures toward her. Then he moved quickly, grabbing her elbows and drawing her close to him.
She could feel his hot breath panting against her throat, his fingers bruising her flesh. Carrie shivered, twisting in his grip, not daring to cry out and arouse her mother. His eyes seemed to burn into hers, making the blood boil in her veins!
"I was a little drunk back there and got stupid. But I'm not drunk now, and I still want you," he whispered, his fingers tightening around her elbows.
"You.... you don't know what you're saying, Brad. Please, I'm your sister. Your sister," she said, emphasizing the last word, hoping she would reach some sense of decency still in him.
But her brother never lowered his gaze. Obviously he had confronted that problem and had dismissed it.
She knew he wanted to fuck her. She could feel it in her bones, could see the desire in his hard black eyes.
"And I think I'm gonna do it tonight ... right now."
Carrie's flesh crawled while a tremor of desire rippled through her young, tight virgin cunt.
"No, you can't be serious!" she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "Mother, the neighbors. Oh Brad, you're out of your mind."
Carrie tried to twist away from his grip.
"Not that nuts. You don't know how I've wanted to fuck you, baby. I've been watchin' you grow up. You're better 'n half the girls at school. I thought it was wrong too. But now I don't give a fuck. I wanna fuck you, Carrie."
"You don't know what you're saying! Oh God, God!" she gasped.
Carrie was horrified. Her brother was going to rape her-right here in her house! This was worse than the dog, she thought. Incest! The word made her cringe in shame. The idea of having Brad do this to her, of popping her cherry, shot through her mind like lightning. Her brother!
"Come on. We'll go downstairs to the rec room. There's a pull-out bed there and"
"Get away from me, Brad!" Carrie nearly screamed, raising one foot and stomping down hard on his foot.
Brad winced. His grip loosening for a moment.
That was all Carrie needed. She twisted free of him, rushing behind the couch for a moment, then turning and bolting for the kitchen. She would rush outside, outside into the street if necessary. Surely her brother wouldn't pursue her out there for all the neighbors to see. Brad was no fool.
"Damn it!" she heard her brother hiss behind her.
In a moment he was rushing after her, grabbing her just as she neared the refrigerator.
Carrie's arm was jerked back, his fingers bruising her flesh. He nearly pulled her arm from its socket as he wheeled her around. Then he raised one hand and slapped her hard across the face.
Carrie's head snapped to one side, her long blonde hair splashing across her face. The sting of his fingers on her flesh made her cry as she stared up horrified at her brother.
"Oh God!" she gasped.
It was the end. She had reached the corner from which she couldn't escape. Now that she was helpless, her brother began to fondle her.
"Yeah, yeah, this is gonna be great. You don't know how many nights I stayed up and jacked off, thinkin' about you. Once even stole a pair of your panties from mom's wash and jacked off with 'em on my prick. Felt great, Sis."
Carrie felt sickened by this revelation. And yet she found herself breathing harder. "Stop this!"
But he was pulling her through the doorway to the basement.
Carrie felt the rush of cooler air from the cellar.
"No, Brad . . . oh please!"
But he had control of the situation now. He pulled her down, down until they reached the recreation room.
"And I think you want it too. Yeah, you want it real bad."
"You're wrong . . . you're wrong," Carrie said, somehow feeling that she was lying through her teeth.
"Yeah?"
Carrie knew she should be fighting this with all her will. But all she could do was tilt her face up when her brother slipped his hands around her waist. All this was a revelation to her "You don't want it, huh? You don't want me fuckin' you, huh?"
"No, no, don't ... don't!"
But his face came down in spite of her weak pleas. Carrie parted her lips slightly, licking them an instant before her brother kissed her.
In a moment her protests were muffled by the kiss. She was curving her body, actually pressing her body against Brad's, loving the sensation of his chest rising and falling against hers.
Her thighs were warm, and she could feel the rigid swelling of his prick pushing outward against his Levi's. It was just like that night when he had come upon her so suddenly at camp. Only this time there wasn't the surprise, that awful sense of shock that had nearly made her faint. Now there was another kind of surprise, a surprise at her own delight, at the power of joy that flashed hotly between her legs.
Again and again she told herself this was her brother, her own flesh and blood. But the riot of emotions exploding in her veins negated that argument. All she wanted, all she cared for, was more excitement now. Now she was left panting and wanting, wanting her brother to do all he had promised to do to her!
"Uhhhhhhh . . . " Carrie moaned as a hot thrill burned over her flesh.
His prick was growing, moving slightly, as he searched her lips with the tip of his tongue.
"Didn't take you long to warm up, huh?"
"It's not right, Brad. It's just not right to be doing this."
Brad shook his head, then kissed her lightly on the nose.
"Who the fuck cares? Who's gonna know? Besides, it's probably best for you to learn about this shit from your own brother, right?"
Carrie hesitated, biting her lower lip while glancing down shyly.
"I . . . guess. But still, I don't feel right about it. Mom"
"Don't worry about mom," Brad said impatiently, rolling his eyes up. "I'll take care of her if she finds out. And she's not gonna. Now come on. I'm so hot I could cum in my pants."
"Brad!"
He kissed her again, smothering her protests with his mouth and tongue.
Carrie opened her mouth, going further than she had ever done before for a guy. And her brother was making her do all these new things, things she had only dreamed secretly about. He was tonguing her crazily now, making ripples of feverish tingles course over her. Just when he was pulling her more tightly against him, they froze, hearing movement above them.
"Mother!" Carrie hissed, feeling her world crashing down around her.
There was a scratching sound at the door. Brad relaxed, smiling broadly. "Spark. Guess he wants in on the action. Wanna let him down to watch?"
Carrie blushed furiously. She knew that Brad couldn't possibly know about what had happened to her earlier. If he did, she would surely die of shame!
"No! That's horrible, Brad! I mean . . no, I don't know if I-"
"Sure you do."
"But I'm . . . I'm so scared."
His lips were back on hers, making her brain spin around and around until Carrie didn't know up from down. His hands were all over her, fumbling around her zipper, her blouse. Her skirt came off first.
Carrie gasped into his mouth, feeling the skirt puddle around her ankles. Then Brad was smoothing his hands over her shoulders. And in the next moment Carrie felt her blouse slide off her shoulders, dropping to the floor. She caught his wrist when he touched the elastic of her panties.
"Please, not yet . . . please, leave them on. I . . . I can't, not yet."
"Bitchin'. Guess you haven't been around that much . . . maybe at all. That's good."
"Brad! You know I've never slept with a guy before!"
He smiled cockily, rubbing his fingers against her neck. Carrie began to love the feel of his hands.
Brad undressed, taking off his shirt, revealing his broad, washboard belly and his rounded hard pecs. Carrie was swaying from side to side. And then his fingers were hooked around the elastic waistband of his white jockey shorts. It was too much. She couldn't bring herself to watch.
She turned her head. And then he was holding her again, his hands moving around to her ass, rubbing them through the thin nylon of her panties.
Carrie gasped. She felt something very hot and stiff touching the damp silky front of her panties. Brad hugged her small body close. She could feel the thick shaft of his cock then. A cock, a man's cock, her brother's prick!
"No, I . . . I can't let this happen. Oh dear God, I just can't."
Again her whispered protests were ignored.
Carrie weakly twisted in his strong arms, feeling her will power slowly seep from her.
"You know if mom found us we'd have to leave town," Brad said, laughing softly.
"It's no joke, and we shouldn't-"
Once more her protests were smothered with a kiss.
CHAPTER SIX
Again and again Carrie tilted her face up for a kiss.
Brad was touching her ass, gently kneading each asscheek through the damp silky material of her panties. It felt so good, so damned deliciously good!
But then all thoughts went from her mind as she felt the full length of her brother's ten-inch cock press against the crotch panel of her panties once more. It felt so good. She rocked her hips, feeling his prick gouge into the softness of her belly.
But now the thought of having him on top of her, of having his prick sticking into her cunt, made her draw back a little.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you," Brad said, guessing the reason for her sudden reluctance.
"It's just that I . . . I never did this kind of thing before and ..."
His cock seemed so big, so stiff and hot. She remembered hearing some of the girls at school taking about guys and how they were built. How hot she had gotten listening to them! Yet, she never would have thought her own brother would be teaching her the facts of life.
"Ummmmm ..."
Carrie felt unbelievable forces moving in her body, forces that made her weak and breathless.
Brad moved his hand down around her hips, trailing his fingers down her flat belly until he could curl them under her nylon-covered cuntal mound.
Carrie stiffened as he rubbed the soppy material up between her cuntlips. Her legs shivered, her knees knocking against his.
"Hot, huh? You're real hot, Carrie, hot for my prick," he whispered.
"It's just that . . . oh, I don't know, I just don't know!" she wailed softly.
"But does it feel good? Does it feel real good having me touch you like this?"
Carrie trembled. For a moment she thought the sky would crash down around them if she admitted her true feelings. Then another feeling of arousal washed over her.
"Yes, oh it feels soooooo good!"
Brad laughed softly, then began pushing her backward in the poorly lit recreation room.
Carrie felt her bare feet sliding over the cool tiles, felt the room spinning around. She felt the backs of her legs bumping the edge of the sofa bed. Sucking in a deep breath and holding it, she sat down. In a moment Brad was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, licking her hard nipples while he squeezed her big tits.
She felt his hipbones bumping up against hers. He was rubbing his cock up and down against her belly. She could feel his balls and the way the tip of his cock was shaped.
In a moment of incredible daring, she wanted to touch his prick. She wanted to look at it, see how it was formed. She had read all those dumb books in sex-education class and had studied some mildly exciting pictures of an erect prick. But now there was a big one pressed against her panties, wetting down her nylon while a set of hot, hairy balls dragged over her upper thighs.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh!"
And the way her brother's teeth were nipping at her nipples made her arch her back, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress. She rubbed her legs against his, digging her fingernails into the nape of his neck. She was going mad, mad with lust, while her brother continued teasing her with his mouth and prick.
"You wanna see me? You wanna see what's happening?"
Brad arched back, moving up a little. When Carrie didn't move, he took her hand and stroked it over his muscled belly where the hair curled into his navel. She sucked in a hissing breath, her teeth clenched together from the tension as she felt the black stiff curls near the base of his cockshaft!
"Ohhhhh ..."
"Real nice, huh?"
"It's so .... so big . . . and you can't shove that in me, Brad . . . oh no!"
His cock was huge, bigger than she thought at first. Her brother was so strong and big and male and hairy. And she was so naked and helpless. And there was that fat prick, that horribly big thing throbbing up against her body. A scary kind of thrill about fucking shot through her body.
"Come on, touch it . . . really get a grip on it and touch it."
Carrie was starting to feel more and more daring, forgetting about the rightness and wrongness of the situation and concentrating on how good she felt. She curled her fingers around his big cock.
"Uhhhhh ..."
Brad obviously liked the way she was handling him. He groaned, closing his eyes while hunching his cock slowly in and out between her fingers.
His prick was as had as iron, but the skin moved easily over that hardness. The head flared out and was spongy when she pushed one fingernail into it.
Brad grunted, squirming his hips against hers once more. Even in the dark Carrie could make out that that cocktip was a kind of bluish purple, hot to the touch.
His cock was about ten inches. It surprised her to think that there was a place in her cunt for something that long and so thick. She wondered sometimes if there were women who couldn't be fucked very deep. Carrie knew how slender and delicate her body was. Maybe her pussy was too slender, too fragile, for that fat, hard cock hanging from between her brother's legs!
"Uhhhhhh ..."
Carrie slipped her fingers back until she could touch his balls. Her breathing was tight and labored. She was doing things that scared her. She didn't feel wicked, but she knew she had extended herself past anything that could be called common decency.
"Squeeze 'em. Yeah, that's it, roll 'em around in your hand and squeeze 'em."
She heard her brother's breath catch when she curled her fingers around his hot, fleshy balls. He was pressing his knees against hers harder now, spreading her wide open while she kept on massaging his balls.
"Brad, no, no . . . I . . . oh God, no..."
Brad was kissing her neck, her shoulders, pulling her down, down on the small bed.
Carrie couldn't stop him or the racing sensations shooting through her mind and body. Again she thought of her mother, thought of how she would try to explain about what had happened.
"Ohhhhhhh ..."
Brad was getting more and more frenzied, working his fingers down and around her body. The girl sucked a deep breath when she felt his fingers clutching at the underside of her cuntal mound. He was pressing her down, crushing the air from her. She knew he wanted to get her panties off, wanted to fuck her.
"Nooooooooooo!"
Then Brad stopped . . . at least for the moment. He was smoothing his hands down the sides of her body now, feeling how her waist dipped in. He kept telling her how good and fine she was, better than any girl he had ever fucked.
His cock had slipped lower now, almost under her cuntal mound. She had soaked her panty crotch with hot juice. As he pumped his cock against her nylon-covered cunt, Carrie could tell where the crown of his prickhead was. It was shoving the material up between her cuntlips. This new, slippery, silky sensation was incredibly good.
Carrie closed her eyes, sucking in her bottom lip under her teeth and rolling her ass around to increase the friction of her soppy cuntlips against Brad's prick.
"Yeah, that's the way to move it around, Sis. Yeah, get that ass goin' ... nice and hot, nice and hot, just like you were born to it."
It was madness, sheer madness to be doing this. But Carrie couldn't help herself. She was wetting herself and Brad as well. She knew it, and that knowledge made her buck her hips more wildly than before.
"Uhhhhhh!" she groaned.
That sensation between her legs was especially good now. It was so good, letting Brad tease her with his cockhead, tease her hard tingling clit.
"Uhhhhh . . . man, it's gonna feel real good when I stick this mother into you."
"Oh no, no, I won't let you!" she wailed, twisting her head away from his mouth.
Again Carrie thought about that prick, about the size of that cock and how it couldn't possibly fit inside her cunt! He would tear something, rip her in half with his cock.
"It's gonna hurt a little at first," he admitted, struggling to slip her panties back down. "But then you'll go nuts."
Brad was humping his cock against her hard now. And the steady, sleek friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her. It was wilder than anything she had ever felt before. There was a fever of wild itching pleasure that seemed to rage over the most sensitive parts of her cunt.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
He was touching her! He was touching her cunt with his prick. Her panty crotch had been twisted aside, stretched between her thigh and one cuntlip. His prickhead was gliding up and down her pussycrack.
Carrie shivered at the sensation. Why was it exciting to know that his cock was so close to her cherry? It was exciting, terribly exciting.
Fear overtook her. Frantically Carrie tried to pull the narrow band of nylon back over her pussy. But the slick material slipped from her fingers again and again. Brad's prick gouged steadily at her. He was grabbing her, holding her tightly, nearly bruising her flesh with his steady dry fucking. Then he trapped her wrist between their sweaty, grinding bellies. He was going to penetrate her with his cock if she couldn't wriggle away.
"The hell I won't. That's just what I'm gonna do to you, Sis. You're gonna feel my prick inside you if it's the last thing I do."
"Oh no, no ..."
His mouth was wet and hungry at her neck. She could feel his lips sliding over her throat, could feel his tongue licking the sweat off her flesh.
Desperately Carrie tried to turn away, but Brad caught her head with both hands and smothered her protests with a tonguing kiss. She whimpered into his mouth, her nostrils flaring with fear and confusion as her brother fucked his cock against her cunt hole again and again.
She felt him sliding down, going down to get a better angle for fucking her. He was trying to change the angle of his cock against her cunt. Carrie beat at his back with her fists, driving her heels against the backs of his legs.
Brad pushed in, slipping his cockhead into her cunt! It was wild to feel something that big and hot and hard stretching her pussylips, squeezing its way into her cunt.
"No . . . uhhhhhh!"
Carrie still tried wriggling away, clawing at his neck while scooting her ass back. But Brad was too aroused to let anything like this prevent him from fucking his sister. He grunted, then bit down on the side of her neck. He trapped her firmly with his knees and hands as he hunched down a little harder.
"Uhhhhhh ..." she gasped.
Carrie couldn't move. She was pinned helplessly between her brother and the bed. Gasping, crying out softly, she felt more of his cockhead squeezing through her slick cuntal membranes. That stretching, terribly itchy-hot sensation was driving her mad!
"Ohhhhh, lemme go . . . please ..."
But both she and Brad knew she didn't want him to let go . . . not now.
"Yeah, sure, you want me bad, baby ... real good and bad."
"It's a lie . . . no, no . . ."
His cock was inside her, actually inside her cunt! She felt Brad resting, felt the tension go out of his legs and knees for the moment as he gasped for breath against the side of her neck. He was toying with her nipples, squeezing the rubbery nubs until Carrie found herself gasping for more of that pinching feeling while his cockhead throbbed menacingly inside her cunt.
"Yeah, shit, baby, you're better 'n I thought you'd feel."
Brad hunkered down on her once more, sliding his prick deeper into her pussy. "Nooooo . . ."
But something was happening to Carrie now, something that made her forget about all her fears about fucking. She could hardly breathe, her excitement was that strong. The muscles in her thighs and calves ached as she struggled against her brother's writhing body.
Now she wanted him to fuck her now. She wanted to feel that long strong prick sawing in and out of her pussy.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
But there was still some lingering fear that made her tilt her cunt so he slid up along her pussy slit. He kept touching the pulsing hot spindle of her clit. Again and again he was rubbing her clit.
The room spun around madly, becoming blurry as her eyes rolled back in her head. If she could only hold him back for a few seconds .. .
"No you don't, baby."
Brad was on to her. He held her firmly by the shoulders, staring down hotly at his sister.
Carrie felt his knees pressing against hers, spreading her open while his prickhead once more centered over her dribbling cunt, pressing down against her bloated cuntlips. This time there was no way that Carrie could squirm away from him. He was directly on top of her, holding her ass flat against the bed while inserting his prick right in her.
Once more Carrie felt his prickhead stretching her outer cuntlips, working its way into her pussyhole. That hot, hard and stiff prick was pressing steadily against her outer cunt-lips, forcing its way through. Her cuntlips stretched, flattening back as the head of his cock picked up her seething juices and brushed against her clit once more.
"Uhhhhhh . . . oh no, no, no!"
Carrie arched her back like a cat, snapping her head back and pressing it against the dirty, crushed pillow. She no longer cared if her mother could hear her cries. She no longer cared if the world knew she was fucking her brother. It felt good, so good having that hot, hard prick fucking into her cunt.
"Uhhhhh ... "
Brad dragged his prick back a little, then moved it in again.
Her cunt stretched wide, the ring of muscles surrounding the opening cramping tight. A shot of pain made Carrie gasp, her face turning white, her jaw slackening while her arms jerked against her brother's hard, hot body.
"You gotta relax, baby, or it's really gonna hurt."
"I can't . . . I can't . . . it's just that I'm all tense and afraid and"
"I'll take care of that."
She felt Brad sliding down, his tongue trailing along her body. He licked her tits first, sucking on her tender red nipples until she thought she'd die from the sensation. Then he kept moving on down, his hands moving sensuously against her thighs, his thumbs stroking the swollen edges of her puffy cuntlips. She could feel his breath blowing against the blonde slick pussy curls.
And then Carrie felt something she couldn't believe. He was putting his mouth on her cunt! God, he was sucking her cunt!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ooooooh!" Carrie groaned.
She stretched out her legs, her knees jerking up, then flopping back to the bed while her ass shot up and pranced madly for more of her brother's hot moist tongue. She could feel her brother's tongue tracing the curved pattern of her cuntlips.
At times she could feel his nose touching her clit lightly, lightly enough to make her cinch down and shove more of her pussy against his sucking mouth. It was just like having Spark back here again, licking her into oblivion while her knees hugged his warm body. Only this time it was her brother wedged between her legs, her knees caressing the sides of his head while his tongue dipped again and again into her juice-seeping cunt.
She was breathing with harsh, raspy sounds while her brother's tongue scoured her cunt. She sucked in lungfuls of air with wheezing, whistling sounds through her flared nostrils. It felt so good to feel the juices seeping from her cunthole and wetting down Brad's tongue and face. She could hear the sounds of his mouth against her pussy, those same sounds she heard when Spark ate her cunt and sucked and licked her so well.
"Brad . . . oh God, what are you doing to me! Oh God, no, if mother
uhhhhhh!"
Brad wasn't just licking her cunt. He was sucking her pussy, his tongue rimming the edge of her cuntal mouth, then dipping into her hot pussy hole again and again. It was too much for her.
Carrie cramped her thigh muscles, angling her pussy up, hunching up again and again, fucking her brother's face with abandonment she never would have thought possible in herself.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, you dig it, dig havin' my tongue in you. That's right, bitch, come on, fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth with your fuckin' cunt!" Brad rasped.
"Oh, oh, I can't stop myself!" she cried, her head snapping from side to side.
"Don't try, baby. Come on, move it, move that ass!"
She felt him slapping her asscheeks, his fingers making her firm, plump asscheeks jiggle hotly under the constant attack.
Carrie writhed. "Yes, oh yes . . . oh God, it feels soooooooo good, so very, very good!"
He was licking her cunt faster and faster now, his fingers pressing on her thighs and spreading her legs farther and farther apart. Carrie liked that stretching sensation, like it even more, she thought, than getting fucked.
Without really thinking about it, Carrie began moving her hips in a faster fucking motion. It was just like when Spark had fucked her with his tongue. She could almost hear the dog's growling as he neared the peak of his excitement. It felt marvelous-her brother's tongue fucking felt so good, almost better than that of the German shepherd's. She dug at the bed with her fingers, tossing her head from side to side. Carrie could feel her hair tangling around her throat and ears.
And then Brad was moving back up, kissing her belly, snaking his tongue around her navel. When his tongue started licking at the hefty bottoms of her jiggling tits, Carrie shivered uncontrollably, her nails digging into his black straight hair.
"Stop, oh please, stop . . . stop this!" she begged, her breath catching.
"Can't! Just can't ..."
Carrie shivered, knowing where this was going to wind up.
"Mother might've heard us. Oh don't, don't do this to me any more!"
But she was too weak to stop him.
He frictioned her nipples with the palms of his hands, licking her up and down, his tongue wetting her body.
Carrie whimpered again, feeling her head going back, her mouth lolling open. Brad cemented his lips to hers, tonguing her crazily while he ran one finger lightly along her cunt slit. Carrie cried out in his sucking mouth once more, smelling her cunt on his cheeks. It was all so overwhelming.
She was close, so very close to cumming. All the kissing, the touching, the sucking had driven her to the edge. She twisted and writhed under her brother's hard-muscled body.
"No you don't, baby. You're not gonna cum like this," Brad said, pulling away from her.
"Oh no, no, no!" Carrie cried out wildly, grabbing at her brother.
How could he do something like this to her? She needed his mouth on her pussy, on her lips, on her tits while his fingers did those marvelous things to her cunt. She wanted him fingerfucking her, sucking her, driving her over the edge.
"Yeah. You're gonna feel my cock inside you, spreadin' you apart before you make it."
She saw that grim determination in her brother's eyes.
"I loosened you up enough with my tongue. Gotta take it now, kid."
"No, no! More tongue . . . more tongue ... no, no!" she cried.
But Brad was beyond the tongue-fucking stage now. He had climbed back onto her in the mounting position, his ass poised high in the air.
She could feel his prickhead pressing against her slick cuntal slit once more. He was sliding down, down, his cockhead gurgling through the simmering juices of her pussy. Carrie snapped her head from side to side as she felt her pussy being gradually fucked open. It was as if he were tearing her in two, spreading her open to the ripping point!
"Noooooo! "
Again she arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the dirty sofa.
"Relax, baby. Come on, relax, Sis. It's gonna hurt if you don't, and I'm not gonna eat you out any more to make you feel better. I've gotta have you now, Carrie. Gotta have my prick inside you."
She moaned, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth a tight scar while a pulse throbbed in her throat. She could feel her cunt being filled, being stretched and filled with that prickmeat. She let out a wooshing breath of air as another inch of his cockmeat squeezed into her sucking cunthole.
"Ohhhhh!"
Carrie moved her hips a little, feeling his prick stir around inside her cunt. It was mad, a wild feeling!
"Shit! You keep doin' stuff like that and I'm gonna pop off right now."
Carrie stopped moving. Now she didn't want her brother to cum so soon. Now, with some of his cock slipping into her, Carrie had a change of heart. She liked that feeling of his prick spreading her pussy open, pressing against the trembling membranes of her pussy, She gasped a wet kiss against the side of his throat, moving her ass a little more.
Another inch of cock went into her pussy when Carrie felt something that made her stiffen. Pressing her heels against the backs of her brother's legs, she moved her hands up. She shoved against him, her fingers pressing against his broad shoulders while a sob of fear escaped from her mouth.
"It's your cherry, Carrie. Shit, guess you didn't fuck around much with other guys. That's good. It's gonna be good knowin' I broke my own sister in," Brad panted, kissing her hotly and driving his tongue deep into her throat.
Carrie struggled. He was hurting her, really hurting her now with his prickhead. Her face was red and pinched.
"Don't . . . ohhhhhh God!" she gasped. "Easy, easy, baby . . . come on, take it easy and it's gonna be all right."
He moved his prick back and forth, less than an inch each time. Carrie bit her lower lip, feeling something tearing inside her cunt.
Brad's raspy moans sounded more strangled with each passing second. He slipped one hand between their bellies and ran one finger along the center of his sister's cuntal mound.
Carrie shivered, letting her hips roll toward her brother once more. Her cunt felt more heated, more excited. The pain in her pussy slackened. There was a fresh, heavier flow of her pussy juices around his prickhead now.
"Oh what . . . what's happening to me? Oh, oh, it's so ..."
Carrie felt the ridge of his prickhead moving up into her pussy.
"Gonna go for it, now, now ...
Carrie felt him moving his hand around a little. Then he was pressing one finger right on the tip of her clit. Carrie gasped, her eyes widening while her mouth opened and let out yet another rush of air.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Suddenly a short, sharp bolt of lightning shot up her spine and exploded in her brain. With a shove, the head of her brother's cock shot forward, pressing against her cherry, forcing it to bend and pucker inward.
"Nooooooo!"
And then it happened!
Carrie felt something tearing and ripping inside her pussy. It was one of the strangest feelings she was ever to have in her life! And yet, almost before she knew it, the tearing sensation was gone.
Carrie began crying. "Uhhhh . . . uhhhh!"
"Don't worry about it, baby. It's all over now, all over."
His cock was moving around in short, slow strokes.
"That was real good, real good. Better 'n the broads I've been fucking,'' Brad said.
He moved his hips slowly as more and more of his cock sank into Carrie's tight, sucking pussy.
Carrie sniffled. The sensuous feelings welling out from her cunt felt nice. She was a woman now, a woman with her brother's prick spreading her cunt wide open. She let out another gasp as his cock kept inching into her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhh ... ohhhhh, that was so good, so very good. It's so nice, Brad. I never thought it would've been this good."
A wild hunger began welling up inside her now that her cherry had been pierced. Slowly, then with increasing speed, Carrie began moving her ass back and forth.
Brad let out a groan and shoved down. She never would have thought that something as big as her brother's cock would have fit inside her cunt. It made her gasp just to think about it. And when Brad began pulling back, it felt as if he were turning her cunt inside out.
"Uhhhh, Brad . . . it's ..."
"Hurting you?"
"No, it's just that . . . oh God, it's driving me crazy!"
Brad smiled, pulling his cock back for a second and looking at his fucked sister.
"That's supposed to happen. You're gonna go nuts, right? That's what I promised you. When I get through, you won't know down from up for a while," he said, his lips curling up into a smile.
"Oh yes, yes . . . " Carrie replied.
That's what she wanted, an experience that would nearly destroy her mind, shatter it into millions of flashing bits. His prick would do that, and Carrie could sense that in the way he was fucking her now-nice and slow, but with the implied threat of a hard fucking coming up.
"Uhhhhh . . . " she groaned.
Brad flattened himself against her body now, panting in her ear.
She stroked and caressed his back, matching his pumping movements with motions of her own. Carrie was experimenting, moving her body around and around, feeling his prick stir inside her cunt. She threw her head back again and again, while her heels banged against Brad's kidneys. Fuck. Fuck. She loved thinking that word, even whispering it now as her brother stroked her cunt with that big cock! "Fuck . . ." she gasped.
Her cunt walls buckled in from the rising excitement, her pussy muscles cramping and milking against Brad's fucking prick. All the nerve endings in Carrie's cunt seemed to be sparking with sensation. Carrie gradually moved her ass around faster, urging her brother to increase the depth and speed of his fuck strokes.
"Too much, man! Fuck, you're too much, Sis! You got one hell of an ass!"
She felt her brother reach around and grab her ass, his big fingers sinking into her shivering assflesh while he began fucking her cunt with his prick.
The slapping sound of his balls against her turned-up ass drove her wild! Carrie let out more whimpering sounds as she struggled for breath.
"Fuck it out, baby! Come on, fuck it out, show me how much you want my . . . uhhhhh ... my cockmeat! Yeah, that's it. I wanna feel you grabbin' me with your fuckin' insides ... uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!"
Carrie felt the knot of sensation spin around and around in her belly. Her hips rolled as his prick in her pussy seemed to grow. Brad's cock rammed into her like a machine now, driving in the full length. The heavy, sweaty mass of his groin slapped against her ass, making her cunt clutch at it in spasms. Carrie felt her cunt being impaled, sacrificed to the thick mass of his prickmeat. She spread her knees even more widely apart.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she whimpered with each heavy stroke.
"Yeahhhhhh . . ." Brad gasped.
Electric-like shocks jolted from her clit, making her cunt flame hotly. A blazing sensation shot through her, taking all her breath away for a moment. Carrie hung there suspended in time for several seconds, her cunt throbbing and pulsing madly while her brother's cock fucked and slurped back and forth.
"Uhhhhh ..."
Carrie could only hear of the roaring of her pulse. The swirling movements of her brother's prickhead in her pussy jabbed into every sense she had. She could hear the pistoning strokes. She could smell the juices of their fucking. The sound of her pulse increased. Someone yammered, perhaps her, as she neared the brink of her endurance.
"Uhhhhh ... ohhhhhh, Brad!"
A mountain of lust swelled up in her crotch. Carrie felt his prick shoving madly back and forth, driving even more sensation into the overloaded circuits of her brain. Her hips churned and pumped, the noisy slurping of her cuntjuice filling her ears. A great, earth-shaking vibration started in Carrie's pussy, then blasted out in waves through the rest of her body.
She opened her eyes wide. "Yaggghghhhh!"
The crest in her belly finally exploded. Carrie felt herself breaking into small pieces. A huge, splintering noise assaulted her ears. She felt as though she had died in that first moment of her climax.
"Eaaaaaaggghhhhh!" she screamed.
Another monstrous orgasm racked her. She bucked under the ramming strokes of Brad's prick. She saw nothing but millions of brightly burning stars as the power of her cum shook her to the depths of her soul. It felt good, very, very good. Her fingers dug into Brad's ass, dragging him even deeper into her cunt. She closed her eyes once more and let the tapering waves of her climax carry her away.
"Uhhhhhhh ..."
And then it was over.
Her brother stopped his pumping movements, resting heavily on her body for a few more moments.
"Yeah, that was good . . . a good breaking in, Sis. You're a quick study."
Carrie felt a flash of shame cut through the red fog that had settled over her. What had she done? Oh God, what on earth had she done? She had committed an act of incest with her brother, and worse than that, she had enjoyed it!
"Ohhh . . ."
"Don't worry about it, Carrie. I'm not gonna tell Mom. Wouldn't spoil my chances at havin' the best piece of ass in town, now, would I?"
Carrie sobbed, turning her head away and feeling hot tears course down her flushed cheeks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
What was wrong with those children? First they seemed to ignore one another. Now they were thicker than thieves, always hanging around one another, just like they used to be when they were all a complete family.
Marrian clenched her fingers into fists until the knuckles whitened. She was still without a man, a man to hold her, to fuck her. She needed that, needed the feel of a man on top of her, piercing her with his prick while she squirmed like a wild woman under him.
Standing there in her short shorts that hot August mid-afternoon, Marrian couldn't stand being alone any more. Watching Carrie and Brad go off to the school pool nearly arm and arm earlier in the day, Marrian realized she had to have someone, even if it was just Spark.
"Spark ..."
She had sworn to herself she wouldn't do that again. There were far too many risks of exposure. How could she survive if Carrie or Brad were to discover her fucking a dog? Just thinking about it made her tremble.
But then other thoughts made her shiver as well. Alone. Terribly alone. Not even the children were there to be with her.
She closed her eyes, fighting down the tears.
Turning her head to one side, she looked at the dozing German shepherd. A large lump settled in her throat, one that nearly blocked the air from her lungs. Her fingers tightened on the counter. Couldn't she fight that hot, tight itchy feeling deep in her cunt? Couldn't she say no just once?
"No! God in heaven, I wish I could, but I just can't," Marrian whispered, shaking all fears and doubts from her mind.
There would be no more silent conversations, no more debates in her mind about what was right and what was wrong. Carrie had her life, and so did Brad. They could do as they chose, and so could she.
"Uhhh . . ." she sighed.
Marrian glanced up at the red round wall clock. There was more than enough time for her to have fun with the dog.
"Spark." How low her voice was ... and trembling as well!
She was really hot this time, hotter than she had been for a long time. A rush of emotion made her flesh glow while a tightening sensation began in her throat and spread quickly to her chest. She put one hand at the base of her neck, controlling herself as best she could while she moved up to the animal.
"Spark?"
The handsome young dog pricked up his ears at the mention of his name. Rolling up his eyes, he stared at the woman standing above him.
"Oh, Spark, it's time. Come on, boy, it's time."
He caught the note of emotion in her voice and rose, shaking his big body into action.
Marrian gasped, biting down on her lip, closing her eyes and pushing back those disturbing doubts once more. No more doubts.
No more worries.
Squaring her shoulders, she marched through the living room, then up the stairs, Spark following closely behind.
"Ohhhhh, good dog."
They reached her bedroom.
Marrian closed and locked the door carefully before skinning the jersey from her body and tossing it onto the near-by chair. How good and sexy it felt to rub her aroused nipples!
Turning around, she saw herself in the mirror, the dog panting at her side. Poor thing. He was so hot in this August weather. Well, she was going to make him that much hotter, and he'd forget about the discomfort of the summer day . . . at least for a while.
Hooking her fingers under the elastic band of her blue shorts, Marrian stepped under the elastic band of her blue shorts, Marrian stepped from them, rubbing her fingers over her itchy thigh flesh.
"Ummmmm ... feels good."
Padding to her bed, sat on the edge, bracing her hands slightly behind her thighs while spreading her knees widely apart, her cunt within the dog's licking distance.
"Good, Spark, good. Come on, boy, come on and lick Marrian," she whispered huskily.
The dog paused, staring at the dark red glistening cuntmeat barely visible through the thick mat of her blonde cuntal curls. Then he moved forward, his tongue hanging so teasingly from the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, yes, you damned dog! Yes, lick me there!"
Marrian let her head fall back, feeling the brushy sweep of her hair over her shoulders. Her thighs tensed, relaxed, then tensed again, flexing against Spark's insinuating head. Her toes curled, cramping, while her heels danced over the thickly carpeted floor. That itchy good feeling spread to all parts of her body, her belly growing warm and tense while her nipples rose thickly from the surrounding aroused flesh.
"Ummmmmm ... "
Dots of perspiration broke out on her forehead. That tongue, that delicious, pleasure-bringing tongue, raked up and down her cunt slit, touching all the right sensitive spots of her pussy. Again the muscles of her pussy cinched and cramped against the muzzle' prodding her.
"Oh, Spark ... uhhhhhhh ..."
Marrian kicked out one leg, bending it at the knee and letting it fall farther away from the other. She was spreading herself wide open that way, leaning back more on the bed, opening her cunt completely to the snarling beast. "Uhhhhh ..."
Up and down, up and down the dog's tongue sloshed, leaving a thick greasy trail of saliva in her pussy. It felt good having that dog's tongue curling around her swollen cunt-meat, adding to the heat rising and simmering her brain.
"Uhhh . . . there, oh yes, there!"
He was moving his snout up, letting the bristly hairs of his nose tickle her clit. That teasing touch made her gasp for air!
She swiveled her ass on the bed, hearing the box springs groan and squeak with her violent moves. And still Spark stayed with her, both paws braced on the edge of the queen-sized bed, his maw buried in the thicket of her blonde cuntal bush. Again and again his tongue slipped in, brushing over her pulsing red cuntmeat while his nose rubbed over and over her sputtering clit.
"Uhhhhhh . . . God! Nothing . . . nothing could be as good as . . . this!"
Marrian struggled for a moment, then fell back on the bed, her legs still draped over the side. She was kicking against the bedframe frantically, hunching her ass up, feeling the hot licking drag of the German shepherd's tongue over her cunt.
Juice mixed with the dog's spit, trickling over her thighs and oozing into her sweaty asscrack.
"Lick me, doggie! Oh yes, yes, Spark touch me there with your . . . unnnnghhhhhh .. . with your tongue! Oh damn, damn .. . damn ... "
Marrian tossed like a small boat caught in a hurricane, her body rolling half over, then stopping only to roll over to the other side. Her tits slapped wetly together, the nipples standing straight up to their full half-inch lengths, throbbing and aching to be touched, to be caressed, to be licked.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
She pulled herself farther up onto the bed, digging her fingernails into the coverlet. The pillow was beneath her head, and she felt the sheets gathering up under her prancing ass. The room seemed to spin around and around as the dog followed her, wallowing between her white, shivering legs.
"Yes, come up here, Spark! Come up here and lick me off!"
The animal needed no further encouragement. He sat there, wedging his big head between her spread thighs and chowed down.
Marrian arched her body, pressing her head into the crushed pillow. And her cunt! The animal was caressing it, letting his long pink sloppy tongue lick up from the swollen bottom junction of her pussylips to the top where her clit stood up hard and pink and hot.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
And yet there was something missing, something that left the woman unfulfilled. In spite of his licking, in spite of the pressure of his tongue against her pulsing cuntmeat, Marrian wanted something more. She knew what it was, and she trembled.
She needed the pressure of a prick inside her. She needed the sensation of a hard hot cock sawing back and forth in her pussy, stretching her apart while her clit throbbed against it. She needed to be fucked, and to be fucked by something more than a tongue!
"Spark ..."
Marrian stopped her bucking, reaching down and pushing her fingers through the dog's thick coat of gray fur.
The dog stopped tonguing her for a moment and stared back at her. His eyes glowed, glowed as if they belonged to a wolf!
Marrian shivered, her blood freezing and burning at the same time as she thought of letting him have his way.
"I can't . . . I just can't ..."
But again those dark forces were swirling around in her head, taking over both her thoughts and actions. Marrian groaned, dropping her hands from the animal's head. She paused only for a moment. Then, as if possessed, she bent her right knee and rolled onto her belly.
Spark pulled away, barking with frustration for the moment. But Marrian knew he would be happy when he realized what she wanted, what she desperately needed!
"Oh, Spark ... "
Slowly Marrian rose on her knees and elbows, feeling the sexy pull of her tits against her upper chest. She lowered her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. Her cunt burned and throbbed now like a festering wound as she pushed her knees farther apart on the bed. Her back arched down while her ass angled up.
"Oh Spark," Marian groaned, wagging her ass from side to side.
The dog began whimpering, somewhat con-fused. Then the whining turned to a growl that she knew to be excitement.
Her heart beat wildly, pushing the blood through her veins at a speed that startled her.
Spark was moving up, breathing heavily, sniffing at the wet, fur-fringed cunt peeling open in front of him as she pushed her knees farther apart.
"Uhhhhhh . . . touch me, fuck me ..."
Marrian was mad, insane with lust, as she bobbed her ass frantically in the air, whimpering, wanting the dog to touch her with his cock. She wanted to feel that long, red knobby boner slithering into her cunt!
"Uhhhhh . . . yesssssss!"
Spark was licking her again, licking her so deliciously, so lightly!
Marrian gasped, trembling as if someone were touching her cunt with a live electric wire. The dog was nosing her thigh, then dragging that wonderful hot tongue up along her throbbing cuntal mound. How good it was to feel her outer cuntlips peel back once more as blood filled them! It was wonderful, mind-bending!
Marrian wagged her ass back and forth once more, gasping at the thought that it was a dog, an animal, doing this to her, making her feel so good, so much a woman!
The word, fuck, burned into her confused brain. She wanted the animal mounting her, holding her, as he drove his boner into her, cunt. How her head spun!
Spark sensed there was a new game here. He was beginning to get more and more wild, edging his teeth against the hollows of her thighs. Then he licked against her cunt once more.
Marrian shivered violently, arching her back up once more. Biting down on her lip, Marrian moved one hand around, edging it back until she could feel her spit-slick cunt. She shoved one finger into her cunt and searched, feeling the velvety walls clamp shut on her digit and suck on her finger. She was ready, good and hot and ready for a cock! A cock! A man's cock. How would it feel to have a good, hard, hot prick fucking her now, spreading apart her itchy cuntal walls, touching her clit, driving her into a whimpering climax?
"Oooooohhhhhhh!"
The thought brought whimpery gasps from her throat. With another cry Marrian dropped her hand to the bed and clawed the coverlet. She needed something to fill herself with, something to fill her pussy.
"Harder, Spark . . . harder!"
Spark was concentrating his licking in her seeping pussy. He pushed his pink tongue down into the steamy membranes of her pussy.
Marrian closed her eyes tightly, her face red and streaked with perspiration as she tried hard to imagine a prick sliding into her cunt.
When she tried to move to the imaginary cock would go deeper, the fantasy dissolved. Marrian could tell it was something quite different from a cock.
Spark growled, nipping roughly around the edges of her cunt. His back humped up and down, more of his prick slithering out of the sheath until it was exposed, glistening with his juices, ready to be slipped into her cunthole.
Marrian groaned, peering over one shoulder and seeing his cock sticking straight out, the pointed tip so red, so slick! She shivered, wondering if she had the courage to let the animal fuck her with that ugly looking and yet strangely appealing cock!
"Ohhhh . . . Spark!"
Marrian bobbed her ass up and down frantically once more. Spark was making whimpering sounds once more. He was licking her ass, smelling her, then wetting each asscheek.
Marrian could feel the warm, moist strokes of his maw. The spittle drying against her heated flesh made her moan louder. The tickle against her pussy was excruciating. She spread her knees farther apart, letting the animal have more of her cunt.
She was giving Spark, encouragement to fuck her. He was going to be fucking in and out of her. Marrian kept the image of what was about to happen inside her., It made her hotter, made her cunt burn as if someone had set fire to it! The idea of an animal fucking her drove her wild!
"Uhhhhhh ..."
Paws scratched at her ass. And then... she felt him climb on her, felt his paws sliding up her back then around her sides. He was holding onto her, slipping his head in the small hollow between her jutting shoulder blades.
Marrian's mind whirled madly. She perspired under the heavy coating of dog fur, while a thrill filled her taut tits. Her long blonde hair hung down to curtain her face.
The weight of the dog! How sexily he pressed down against her. She moved her shapely ass, dipping it, then wagging it from side to side. Something was brushing her asscrack, then slipping down to her pussy. It was Spark's knobby prick. Closing her eyes again, Marrian tried picturing the dog's cock-funnel-shaped, knobby, dark red and moist as it throbbed against her pussy crack, waiting to get in.
Marrian bobbed her ass to urge the dog on. She could hear Spark growling, tightening his grip around her ribcage while his breathing against the back of her neck became unsteady, shallow, panting.
"Fuck," she whimpered softly.
It was going to happen.
She was going to let Spark fuck her. Not even God could stop this awful, degrading act as Marrian crouched, waiting for Spark to drive in his prick.
Marrian shook her head from left to right, feeling her long blonde hair splashing over her knuckles. He was slipping the tip of his red doggie prick into her cunt mouth. Marrian could feel it pushing past her outer labes, the knob caressing the tender folds, then slipping itchily past the moist sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cuntlips.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she gasped, her mouth opened to suck in more oxygen.
She felt the red barb of the dog's cock penetrating shallowly, then sliding deeper and deeper! Her knees slipped farther apart, her ass dipping down a little more while Spark pushed his prick in steadily.
"Yes, oh yes . . . oh my God, it feels soooo . . . so wonderful, so terribly wonderful! Nothing in the world could've felt this good!" Marrian gasped, encouraging the dog to fuck her deeper by clamping her cuntlips hard against his prick.
Spark cried out, snarling and growling on top of her while holding on for dear life.
She felt his paws scratching her sides, felt his breath panting even more hotly against her neck while his tail brushed over her ankles. And all the while his prick was sliding in, the big knob tickling and bumping so teasingly against her clit and the super-sensitive hollows and folds of her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhhh ..."
It was the end of the game for Marrian. She crouched there, her tits hanging down, her stiffened nipples brushing sexily over the coverlet while Spark snarled and held onto her. The dog's cock brushed over the electrically charged sex button of her clit.
"Uhhh . . . huhhhrrrr! Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrrrr!" Marrian cried, shaking her head from side to side like a wild animal.
Strings of drool oozed from both corners of her opened mouth while her eyes glazed over. Her fingers clawed wildly at the bed while her toes curled and cramped.
Fucking. Fucking with a dog. The thought kept recurring again and again in her whirling mind as Spark inched yet more of his prick into her pussy. Marrian whirled her ass around and around, stirring his prick in her pussy, feeling every bump of his cock against her seepy cuntal lining as juice oozed and wet down the backs of her white, trembling thighs.
Things had gone too far. The ceiling could have crashed in and Marrian wouldn't have stopped for the world. The headboard of the bed clattered angrily against the wall as the frantic woman whimpered, twisting her body from side to side to increase the already mind-blowing friction between her legs.
A dog fucking her! It nearly made her cum right there simply thinking about the idea. And the dog was there, sawing his prick back and forth, pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy, his prick making those sexy squishing sounds that sent shivers racing up and down her curved spine.
"Harder, Spark . . . ohhhhh, harder!"
The animal was winding up in his final fucking round. She could hear the whining sounds coming from him and knew the dog was close to shooting out his load. He was holding her hard now, rubbing the bottom of his nose against the back of her neck while his hindlegs pranced nervously behind her. She could feel his tail brushing more frantically against the backs of her legs, his paws at times digging into her ankles.
"Uhhhhhhh . . ."
Faster, harder, the dog made her grunt with each terrifying downward thrust! The dog's fur tickled and warmed her flesh until Marrian found herself dripping with sweat.
And there was that big cock knob, that large greasy bump he was trying to work into her pussy! Marian tensed, feeling her cuntal muscles cramp shut.
Spark was whining and growling, moving from side to side, trying to slip all of his prick into her.
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
Marrian bounced up and down, a white heat exploding in her pussy. Wild signals were exploding from her pussy, searing her mind, while a moment of madness hung over her for what seemed like an eternity. "Yaggggghhhhh!"
She was cumming, climaxing with the dog's cock in her! Marrian whimpered and gasped, barely able to keep her position on the bed while Spark kept sawing and pistoning his prick into her. Now she wanted that dog's cock exploding in her, shooting squirt after spurt of jizz into her belly, into her cunt. Marrian squeezed her convulsing pussy muscles tight against that squirming hunk of doggie prickmeat. If only he would cum now, if only he would shoot and . . .
There was a pause, a pause that told Marrian Spark was about ready to cum. He was snarling and snapping, his big, furry body trembling mightily on top of hers. And then he let out with a long howl, as he began to shoot his load of doggie spunk in her pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Marrian cinched her eyes shut again, her face wrinkling up in an expression of pain as she felt his hot cum spattering against her convulsing pussy walls!
Again and again the dog fire hosed his spunk into her, his paws raking her body, tearing at her flesh, while his small furry balls pumped more and more jizz into her.
Nothing, nothing in the world could be this good. Again and again her cunt muscles cramped down, cinching hard on his prick, drawing more and more pleasure from the barking, whining animal as Marrian's world spun madly into a whirlwind of fiery sexual pleasure.
And then it was over.
Slowly, gradually, the explosions deep in her pussy subsided. She was still whimpering, clawing at the bed, bobbing her head up and down as the violent, mind-searing convulsions tapered away.
Marrian felt like collapsing weakly on the bed, but somehow she managed to stay in her crouching position. Her belly sagged down-ward while her forehead nearly touched the pillow before her.
Spark let out another growl, then slowly pulled away, his softening knobby boner sliding out of Marrian's pussy with a squishy sound.
"Uhhhh ... Ooohhhhhh!"
Shivers of unholy delight made her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. As the animal withdrew, Marrian could feel his cum oozing out of her cunt hole, dribbling down the backs of her legs.
Thoughts now of guilt and shame raced into her mind. Crouching like a gutter bitch had added to the terrible feeling of dishonor and horror.
"God . . . God in heaven, I've done it ... I've finally done it."
Yet there was the sense of satisfaction, the sense that she had finally been fucked, and fucked well. Her dog, her pet German shepherd, had licked her pussy into near-ecstasy, then followed up with a fucking spree that blew her mind. She whimpered, shut her eyes once more as if that would somehow erase what had happened to her.
But it was too real. The dog had fucked her. He had slipped his prick into her and fucked her. She could feel his cum oozing out.
And now Spark was on the floor by the bed, curled up, his head bobbing up and down as he licked his shrinking cock and balls. The slurping sounds of his tongue against his furry groin were too much for her to bear.
Shivering once more, Marrian gathered her-self up, crawling forward, sliding off the bed. She staggered, both hands stretched in front of her for balance. Fucked by a dog! Fucked by a dog!
Hugging her body protectively, she rushed from her bedroom, her mouth opened with horror as she padded naked down the hall toward the bath. Streams of the animal's jizz trickled down her legs, sickening her by the time she reached the shower.
"Oh God, God ..."
What a horror, what a shameful thing to live with! How could she ever face her daughter or her son?
Another warm trickle of dog cum ran down the inside of her thigh as she thought of what she had done.
"Ooooohhhhh ..."
Turning on the water, Marrian stepped into the tub and tried washing away the recent memory of the doggie fuck. Nothing would take that away. Nothing. She would have to live with that for the rest of her life.
She twisted and turned in the shower, a faint smile on her lips. The act had been shameful, but how the dog had fucked her! It had felt good to have a prick inside her, sawing back and forth, touching her clit in that special way.
At the school pool Brad had sneaked his sister into a small office behind the girls locker room and was fondling her tits.
Carrie was unsure about all this, still holding onto, the skimpy bottoms of her pink bikini while her brother was trying to untie them and slip them off. Her stiff, red nipples rubbed sexily against his hairy chest, drawing gasps of delight from her opened mouth.
"Ohhhh, Brad, it's just not . . . not right," Carrie moaned, her feet slipping on the cold concrete.
"Why not? Out there, we'd have an audience. It's more private in here," he quipped, framing her head with both hands and trying to kiss her.
Carrie drew back, feeling those awful, wonderful flashes of heat exploding in her pussy.
"I don't mean that," she said, lowering her eyes modestly and searching for the right words. She wanted him, wanted him inside her just as he had fucked her before! Her breath was coming in short, gaspy pants. She wanted him fucking her, but not here in the gym. If someone were to come in and find them .. .
"Then what?"
"Well, it's so . . . public, and . . ."
Carrie couldn't finish her sentence. There were objections to having Brad so close, letting him touch her like this. But the thought of leaving now depressed her. It was so good having him pressing up against her like this, having his fingers toying with her nipples, stroking her thighs, smoothing over her legs, then coming around once more to her asscheeks and squeezing them until she gasped wetly against the side of his neck.
"That's what makes it so exciting, I guess. Besides," he added, rubbing his nose, "I want you now. Feel it?"
Carrie groaned as he gripped her wrist and pulled her hand down to his swimming trunks. She could feel her brother's hot throbbing prick through the white cotton material. His cock was jerking and pulsing when her fingers brushed over it, jerking more frantically at her touch. She could feel the crown now, feel the head of his cock heavy with blood and hot for her cunt with her fingertips.
"Fuck it out, baby. It's gonna be all right here," Brad said, peering over her shoulder and spotting the long couch on the other side of the desk. "Nobody's gonna come into the coach's office, including the coach. He's probably out fuckin' one of the cheerleaders. Hasn't been around all day, and it's too late for him to stop by now."
"But . . . but ..."
His hands were roaming behind her now, untying her bikini bottoms.
Carrie closed her eyes. Her heart stopped, then started again, while she clenched and unclenched her fingers.
"Ohhhhh, Brad . . . you're my brother, my own brother. You know what that means? I mean, I mean, it means we're committing incest!" Carrie gasped weakly, resting her head against his broad chest.
"So what? Who's gonna tell?"
Carrie was glad that he wasn't going to take up her argument. She no longer cared what society would think. All that mattered was the feeling of heated delight between her shaking legs!
Carrie shivered, feeling so weak as his hands caressed her supple, young body. A hand circled her neck. He was massaging the tense muscles there, rubbing up against her earlobes. She pushed back against that wonderful, heavenly feeling. Carrie was shameless, as shameless as some street whore in Hollywood.
"Uhhhhh . . ." she gasped.
"That's it, baby, that's it. Get it on, get it on with me!"
"Ohhhhhh, Brad, Brad . . . I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help it . . . can't help it..."
He was kissing her, spearing her mouth with his tongue, then he pulled the bikini bottoms off stickly from her pussy and dropped it to the floor.
Carrie groaned into his mouth as he pulled her legs tightly against his body. She could feel the throbbing of his prick, feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing against her clit.
"Fuck it out, Sis, fuck it out ..."
"You . . . oh God, Brad, you don't know what you're doing to me."
He smiled sexily, drawing back a second.
"Sure as hell do, Sis. You're hotter 'n hell when you're with me . . . and that's just what the hell you make me feel like."
Carrie shivered at the power she had over her masculine, sexy brother.
"I do?" she cooed, her eyebrows arching up.
Brad answered by kissing her again, then guided her toward the couch.
Carrie whimpered, feeling his hands racing up and down her naked body. And then she was sitting on the edge of the cushions, her legs spread while she peered up and watched Brad hooking his fingers around his white swim trunks and shoving them down.
When his prick sprang out, Carrie flinched. "Oooohhhh God!"
Carrie jumped back a little when her brother's huge prick bobbed up. It seemed way bigger than it was before. She could have sworn that her brother's cock had grown at least by another inch or two.
"Suck it, Sis. Come on, take it in your hands and suck it," Brad groaned.
"Suck?"
Carrie swallowed hard. She would have done anything for her brother. Anything, except . . . suck. Carrie remembered some of the girls talking about sucking cock. They said it was great, giving the guy pleasure without having to worry about getting knocked up.
"Come on . . ." Brad urged.
She stared at the head of his cock. How purple it was, how thick and hot it seemed as it throbbed even fuller now in front of her!
"It's not gonna bite. Come on, wrap your lips around my cock. It's gonna feel real nice havin' your mouth on it."
Carrie sighed. If nothing else, she was curious about sex, curious about all aspects of it. And who was better trained to teach her than her brother?
"Ohhhhh, Brad ..."
Reaching up, Carrie wrapped the fingers of one hand around his prick, watching as he shivered at her touch. His balls-they were so big, so hairy, so tightly rolled up against the base of his cock!
Carrie sucked in a deep breath and held it, drawing forward, stopping only for a moment when she felt his wiry cock hairs brushing against her nostrils. There was that smell, the bleachy odor of his crotch invading her nostrils. It was a smell that triggered her into heat. With another whimpering groan, she opened her mouth fully, stretching her lips to take in his big-headed cock.
Brad was in heaven. His fingers were wrapped tightly around the back of her skull while his thick-muscled hips began working slowly back and forth.
Carrie swallowed, tasting some of the salty pre-cum that was oozing steadily from his piss-slit. She swallowed a second time, coating her throat with spunk. An inch of cock, then another, and another slipped between her lips, his prick sliding past her tonsils, and finally touching the back of her throat. And still there were several more inches to go!
Carrie opened her eyes and saw her brother's tan-line inches away from her nose. His prick jumped between her lips, especially when she rubbed her tongue over that groove between the blood-heavy cock-lobes. She loved that feeling of having prick in her mouth! But how much more she wanted a cock in her cunt. Carrie would have smiled if she could have.
CHAPTER TEN
"It's great, baby, really good . . . good head! Hey yeah, move that tongue around... uhhhh . . . yeah, just like that!"
He was mouth-fucking her, moving his hips slightly back and forth watching her lips as they puckered out when he withdrew, then sucked in when he shoved his hips forward.
Carrie began liking the feeling of having her brother's prick in her mouth. Carrie wrapped her tongue around his rodding cock, tasting it, flicking her tongue against it, teasing it until she heard Brad crying out.
"Ohhhhhh shit, Sis!"
"Mmmmmffffff!"
"Come on, get on that cock. Oh yeah, suck it, suck it good! I want you to suck it real good, make me feel hot, Sis!"
His words burned in her brain, making her gasp and whimper with heat. She spread her legs a little farther apart, then dropped one hand between her thighs. She was playing with herself now, moving her finger in and out, finger-fucking herself as her brother had done to her earlier while she lashed at his prick again and again with her tongue.
"Oh yeahhhh . . . Christ! Christ!"
Carrie pulled back slowly, her lips puckering out. She felt the tugging of his cock, the way it felt as it scraped against the insides of her cheeks. She sucked on it the way she had sucked on a lollypop as a child.
Brad groaned loudly once more, moving his hips from side to side, brushing his prick against her cheeks and making them puff out from the rubbing.
"Lick it, damn it! Yeah, move that tongue around it!"
Brad stopped his withdrawal, then began moving his cock back in. She took another deep breath and let her brother shove his cock all the way down into her throat! His cock was choking off her breath! And yet she wouldn't have done anything to stop him from doing this to her! Oh, how she loved it fucking her mouth, choking the wind from her lungs!
"Yeah, suck me off," Brad moaned, his fingers tightening around her skull.
Carrie felt his legs trembling. More cum seemed to be oozing from his piss-slit, an indication that he was close to cumming. The thought of having her brother's prick shooting spunk against the back of her throat made her shiver.
"Ummmmffffff!"
"Yeah, oh Christ, Carrie, you're somethin' else for a novice," Brad moaned, pulling his prick out of her mouth and rubbing the spit-slick purple head over her upper lip.
Carrie smacked her lips, wishing he would slip it back in.
"I . . . I liked it," she said shamelessly, feeling that nothing could be held back from her wonderful, sexy brother.
"I know you did. Come on, I'm gonna show you something even more fun."
Brad moved forward, pushing his sister to one side and sitting down on the couch. In a moment he was lying down on his back, his legs spread widely apart, his ankles hanging over the front edge of the couch. He was holding her in an awkward position, telling her to do something she couldn't quite understand yet.
"What?"
"When I tell you to turn around," he said in a thickening voice. "I'm gonna eat you out while you suck me off."
Carrie shuddered. Both their mouths sucking and tonguing!
"When I tell you, turn around so I can eat your pussy . . ."
He repeated the command, the words once again sending a shiver of heat through her belly, flashing down to the inner flesh of her thighs. Carrie was close now, so very close. She felt as if she were in some sort of trance. She could obey only him. She would do any-thing to have that hot, hard, thick cock in her mouth, spreading her lips apart.
He moved her around until she was in a sixty-nine position with him, her knees spread apart on either side of his head.
Reaching down, Carrie cupped her brother's hot, hairy balls gently.
"Jesus, Carrie!"
Brad was twisting and jerking against her while her fingers strayed lightly over the thick cum-tube throbbing against his prickflesh. She heard the strangled gasps her brother was making. He was about to cum.
"Now, Carrie, now!"
"Uhhh . . . oh Brad, I want you inside me, I-', "You've got to suck me! Hurry, damn it! Come on, hurry!"
He sounded so pained, so panicked. His cock bobbed in front of her face while he spread her thighs.
She saw a tiny drop of cum form at the hole of his prickhead. The drop grew milky and thick suddenly. Carrie let out a shuddering moan.
"I--"
"Jesus Christ, Carrie, hurry!"
Reaching down, she steadied his prickshaft with both hands and opened her mouth. His prickhead rested on her bottom lip for a second. In the second that followed, that hot droplet oozed onto the tip of her tongue. Then her brother shoved his hips up, burying his thick cockhead halfway in her mouth.
"Huhhhhhrhhrhrrrr!" Carrie moaned when she felt a wonderful warm, wet softness envelop her pussy. It was a licking, sucking, frictiony heat that rubbed again and again over her cuntlips, then touched her clit. Brad was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. And then she heard her brother cry out yet again. He was cumming, his balls pumping out powerful jets of cum against the back of her tongue, against her cheeks, washing down the insides of her mouth with that flat-tasting, slimy liquid.
"Uuufuufuufffff!" she groaned.
Brad was cumming in her mouth! He had his cock almost down to her throat. She could feel the power of his big cock as it shot out the jizz.
Carrie was close to her own climax. She closed her mouth down tightly around his spurting prick and sucked. His cock pulsed strongly as more and more cum shot out. She swallowed, gasped for air, then swallowed again. She felt the sticky globs of cum clinging in her throat. She could smell jizz in her nostrils.
Carrie went mad with delight. She wanted to suck her brother now, all the way, as his tongue raped her clit, his teeth gouging along her blossoming cuntlips. Carrie took her mouth away from his prick.
"Ohhhhh, you're killing me!" she wailed.
She knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from her chin. Her eyes were heavy with lust. Again her brother shot his hips up.
Carrie smiled, catching his prick in her hands so she could get her mouth around it again. As the tip of his cock grazed her teeth, another glob of jizz shot out onto her tongue. It was sooooo good!"
Then the two of them fell sideways. Her hips were prancing madly now, dancing over her brother's sucking, tonguing mouth. He sucked hard at the tender, seepy tissues of her cunt, raking his tongue again and again over her clit until the excruciating pinpoint of excitement became a real paradise. Her cum exploded like a nuclear bomb, the flash of heat and light followed by an explosion so destructive that she thought she would surely die from its power.
Carrie had her knees as far apart as she could get them as he nursed on her pink, throbbing clit. She thrashed and grunted, dancing her shivering asscheeks as he ate out her pussy completely.
"Ohhhhhhh ..."
An eternity seemed to pass. When it was all over, Carrie realized Brad had repositioned her. She was lying next to him, cradled in those big muscular arms, their legs entangled.
"That's my little sister," Brad said, smiling as he pushed away several stray hairs from her face.
"You . . . you don't think less of me, do you? I mean-oh I don't know what I mean . . ."
Brad threw back his head and laughed. "No, not hardly. You're one hell of a woman now, and I helped you get that way. No, I don't think less of you. Now we'd better get outta here and back home."
Carried sighed, wishing they could stay there forever. But her brother was right. They had to get going, going back home.
"I think I'll stay around her for a while. Grab a swim or something," she said, wrinkling up her pert little nose as she slipped off the couch.
She knew it would feel good splashing around in the cool water, especially after the hot time her brother had given her.
"Okay. Gonna get on home and rest up. Hell, you gave me one hell of a workout," Brad said, slapping her playfully on her jiggling ass.
Carrie squealed, then bent down and picked up her bikini bottoms and tops.
*** Back at home Marrian found herself struggling once more with her raging emotions. She was like a drug addict, letting the dog fuck her would have ended her desire for him once and for all.
"Oh no . . . no!"
Spark was so bold, coming up to her this way, rubbing up against the backs of her legs. She felt his tongue slopping against her knees, then up to her thighs! The children weren't back yet. There still would be time.
"Come..."
Marrian moved automatically up the stairs, brushing her hair from her eyes, not noticing the sounds of footsteps on the front porch. She had become careless, not locking the door, not even closing her bedroom door as she stepped in and began undressing.
"Oh hurry, Spark, hurry ..."
She was breathless, almost in a trance, as she skinned off her jersey once more and peeled down her briefs. In a moment she was stretched out on her bed, moving her ass from side to side while rubbing her tits. How good her nipples felt as she squeezed them between her long, slender fingers! And her pussy! The dog would take care of that very soon!
"Spark . . ."
The big German shepherd leaped onto the bed, insinuating his strong shoulders between her legs and pushing forward.
There was that touch of his tongue, pushing up against her swelling cuntlips. Marrian shivered, moving her hands quickly up and down her belly and tits.
And then she blinked up and saw her son Brad standing there by the doorway, his eyes wide, his mouth opened!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
At first Marrian couldn't believe her eyes. It had to be some fantasy, some trick of her mind. Then, to her horror, she realized it was all too true.
"Get . . . away!"
Marrian fought through her sexuality, bending one leg and kicking the whimpering dog hard against the side.
Spark barked, then tumbled off the bed. He stood by the side, looking from Brad to Marrian, his tail straight up and quivering with excitement.
"Mom . . ." Brad gasped.
"I swear, I didn't know," Marrian gasped, gathering up the coverlet and trying to cover her naked body as best she could. "I just came in here to lay down and Spark . . . I don't know what could have gotten into him."
"It didn't look that way, mom."
Marrian couldn't look at her son. She felt overwhelmed by her shame, by her guilt. If there were a hole in the wall, she would have crawled into it.
"Oh Brad," she sobbed, covering her face with both hands and feeling her body shudder. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed. This awful, awful dog . . . you don't know what he's done to me. I swear, Brad, it didn't start out this way. But I've been so alone and ever since your father died ..."
Marrian couldn't finish the sentence. The explanation had sounded reasonable to her before. But now, in front of her accusing son, she wasn't so sure. She peered up tentatively at her big, handsome son and saw that his frown had turned into a smile.
"Brad!" Marrian gasped in surprise.
She had expected a torrent of angry words, even of some physical abuse. Instead he smiled, then stepped into her room and closed the door behind him.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she asked anxiously, watching as he began unbuckling his belt.
"I've been waitin' for something like this to happen for a long time, Mom."
Marrian scooted back on the bed, folding her arms over her tits while keeping her legs together.
Spark whimpered impatiently, wondering whether he should climb back on the bed or stay below. Marrian reached down and rubbed his warm fur, trying to figure out what her son was talking about. The dog pushed his head against her wrist, hoping to get back to his hot, moist, musky treasure.
"You . . . you don't know what you're talking about, Brad. You just don't . . . and I'm your mother, your mother Brad, not one of your girlfriends," she said, watching as he pulled off his socks, then unbuttoned his shirt and pants.
"So? That makes it more interesting, doesn't it?"
Marrian watched open-mouthed as he pulled off his shirt, then reached down and lowered his pants. She saw his long fat cock roll out, semi-hard. His prick flopped from side to side as he stepped from his trousers.
"And we're gonna have an interesting time," Brad said, smiling.
"No, you don't know what you're saying!" Marrian screamed, overwhelmed by what was happening.
There was that much-wanted prick stiffening in front of her. But it belonged to her son, her son! It was as if the world had suddenly crashed on top of her. Her son, her own son was doing this to her!
"Easy, Mom, easy ..."
Spark whined and whimpered as Brad lowered his body on top of his mother's.
Marrian struggled briefly, squirming under him, beating him, reminding him that she was his mother and what he was doing was wrong. But Brad was too strong for her. And how good it was having a prick rubbing against her pussy!
"Good, Mom, real good," Brad whispered in her ear, flicking his tongue inside.
Marrian shuddered, her mind awhirl! She wouldn't think about it, wouldn't think about it at all. Things were changing, her life was turning upside down. The dog, first, and now her son.
.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
He was spreading her open with his knees, peeling her cuntlips apart. Marrian felt her knees spread wide. Then Brad tucked up and under, his prickhead driving along the sleepy velvety lining of her pussy.
Marrian felt her itchy cuntal sheath go into ticklish spasms. It had been so long since she'd been fucked. And now it felt so good, so very good. She gasped with incredible delight tossing her head back and forth.
"It's going so ...so deeeeeeep!"
Brad was-kissing her around the shoulders, then moving his head down to kiss her tits. And all the time he was fucking her, moving his hips back and forth, letting his cock slip in an inch or two more with each forward fucking thrust.
"Oh, Brad . . . ohhhhh, God!"
Long strings of drool leaked from her mouth while Marrian tensed her ass, raising it high off the bed, feeding her son her pussy, loving it when he drew his prick back slowly, then slammed it in once more.
"Uhhhhh ..." she gasped.
He teased her with his prick for a long time, making sure either one finger or his cock was touching her sputtering clit.
When Marian thought she was going to pop off, Brad suddenly stopped. He was withdrawing, pulling his cock out. She trembled, feeling the hot juices oozing from her cunt and seeping into her shitter.
"No, no, don't ... don't pull out, no, don't!" she protested.
"I wanna see somethin'. We can fuck around later. But this I gotta see."
"What?"
Brad slipped from her cunthole, his red prickhead pulsing inches from Marrian's cunt. She was so hot! She could feel her pussy sucking, demanding to be filled once more with that hot, hard prick.
"Nooooooo!"
But he was manipulating her just as he had manipulated his sister so many times before. He had her in front of him once more, bending forward, her lips inches from his prickhead while he rolled onto his ass and spread his hairy legs. Spark had already jumped onto the bed and positioned himself behind Marrian at her son's command.
"What are you going to do?" she asked nervously, peering around one shoulder and staring at the panting German shepherd.
"Gimme head, Mom. And let the dog take care of himself . . . and you."
Her brain simmered at the thought. She still wasn't sure of what her son meant. But some-thing drove her along. Bending forward, sticking out her tongue and touching the tip of Brad's prick, Marrian raised her ass up from the bed.
Spark was attentive, spotting his opening and moving forward. He touched her pussy with his tongue, nuzzling her cunt with his snout, then curling his tongue into her hot, furry fuckhole. Marrian groaned.
"Ohhhhhh ..."
"Yeah, that's it, Mom. I wanna see it all, see that fuckin' pooch eat out your pussy," Brad said in an excited strangled voice.
He reached up for her head, then fell back again. Marrian had the swollen tip of his cock just inside her lips. She caressed her son's prick, rolling up her eyes and watching his knees flop up and down, watching his chest rise and fall mightily while his lips parted and he groaned.
She wanted to climb up on top of the long, muscled maleness of her son's body and lower her tender cunt over his prick. But she would obey her son and squat there in front of the dog, letting him take care of her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhh . . ." Marrian whimpered.
Spark knew how to lick cunt, and he was doing it now. He seemed aroused more than ever by Brad's presence. Marrian pranced her ass high in the air. When she slipped her mouth farther onto her son's jutting prick, the dog brought his tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt. Marrian trembled like a bitch in heat.
"Oh, Spark ..."
"Neat, huh?" Brad managed to say, propping his head up now against the headboard and watching as the dog began eating out his mother's pussy.
"Oh, I don't know ... I just don't . . . it's confusing!"
"Just go with it, Mom. I didn't think much about layin' you. But now . . . fuck, I don't know why the hell I haven't!"
"Oh Brad ..."
Marrian let her head fall heavily over that jutting cockshaft. When the bluish crown gouged her slippery throat, she swallowed. She felt his prickhead caress the back of her throat, and she moaned.
Brad sounded as if he were dying on the bed. He twisted and jerked his body, making the bed squeak and groan.
And Spark ... that wonder dog was growling and grunting, licking her pussy until she felt all the muscles of her cunt convulsing. The dog went into wild lapping frenzies over her opening and closing cunt. How his touch was so light, making her prance her ass for more, far more!
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
And that touch over her clit. God, it made her want to scream with delight. How good sex was with the dog and her son!
"Go for it, Mom ... ohhhhhh yeahhhhh!
Yeahhhh! Gonna make me shoot right in your mouth!"
Spark's mouth was gone for a moment. Then it was back, his tongue lapping up her thighs, curling around her pussy, touching her all over.
She was so wet-wet from her own sweat, from his spittle, from her flowing cuntjuice. Then the dog began doing strange things, drawing back and biting one of her asscheeks, nipping it.
Marrian struggled to keep her concentration, to keep sucking hard at her son's prick that jabbed wildly in her mouth now. Brad was struggling, his balls pressing up against his mother's chin while his hands roamed through her hair.
Marrian felt her heart pounding hard as she felt globs of her son's jizz spattering against the back of her throat. She whimpered hotly as the dog's tongue fucked her. She was cum ming.
As Spark ate her soft cunt, nibbling her turgid clit, Marrian felt his haunches quiver. He was making violent fucking motions. She knew he was shaking his prick free. Only this time she didn't care.
Then there were shooting spurts of doggie cum against her ankle and leg! Spark was making himself cum while licking her off, and all the while Brad was shooting into her tight-clenching mouth.
The threesome groaned and growled, finally easing down from their high.
"Felt good, Mom?"
Marrian wiped her mouth, having pulled from her son's softening prick. Spark was already curled up on the foot of the bed, licking himself, his tongue slathering over his furry little doggie balls.
"Yes, oh God yes!"
Marrian was surprised at her boldness. But maybe that was the whole good upshot of this scene. She had finally freed herself from her own fears, her own hangups.
"And you still wanna fuck . . . fuck around with my cock!" Brad smiled.
Marrian chewed on her lower lip coyly, peering back at the big animal.
"If Spark doesn't mind."
The dog pricked up his ears at the sound of his name and looked from mother to son, deciding nothing more was going to happen and going back to his prick and balls.
Marrian laughed, then lowered herself to the bed, snaking up to her son's head. He kissed her cummy mouth, sticking his tongue in while stroking her pussy.
"I don't mind. Give me a few seconds, and I'm gonna fuck you like dad even never fucked you," he whispered.
Marrian shuddered, her pulse racing at the thought of what was about to happen. Society surely would have condemned her for what she was doing. But damn society! Let them have their own hangups. She wanted to be free, to do as she chose. Of course she would have to be careful around Carrie. But she always had. The girl was far too young, too innocent, to know about these things . . . yet.
"Mom?"
Minutes had passed by. Brad was ready for another round, his prick stiffening against her thigh.
"Oh yes, Brad, yes . . ."
They would have to hurry. Carrie would be back soon. But there would be other times, perhaps with Spark. Dog and son.
Marrian smiled, her lips covered once more by her son as he crawled onto her and buried his cock into her welcoming cunt.