Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior such as bestiality. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
THE WIDOW DOES DOGS-is the story of a family caught up in such a subculture-and the effects of their unconventional behavior on others who are drawn into their world.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Peg Foster heaved a weary sigh and paused to wipe sweat from her brow with a bandana. Running a kennel so far out in the country was more work than she ever imagined-too much since her husband died eight months ago.
It was his idea, selling their comfortable house in the suburbs, quitting his job and investing their life's savings in the K-9 Kountry Klub, a place for city dwellers to board their dogs when they went on vacation or business trips.
Alone since Frank's speeding car skidded on a rain-slicked curve and crashed head-on into a tree, Peg had to keep all the dogs fed, clean their cages, register new guests, collect for those departing, keep books and do the taxes.
She was busy from sunrise to sunset, and sometimes long after dark. It was wearing her out and adding to the normal pain and loneliness of being a widow at thirty-seven with a son and a daughter to raise.
Peg thought her son Bill and daughter Bonnie should help run the place while they were on summer vacation from school. They were both old enough to start learning some responsibility, but she'd gone easy on them since their father died. Maybe too easy.
They were swimming in the creek that was in the back of the rambling old farm house that headquartered the kennel. Tomorrow, she decided, they would all start to work bright and early. Bill could clean the cages and handle the feeding chores. Bonnie would learn to keep books and help take care of the customers.
Bill and Bonnie wouldn't like that. They were both fun-loving,, free spirits used to shrugging off responsibility the way a duck's back sheds water. Tough shit! It was time for them to grow up. Peg had other problems all her own, problems they couldn't help with, problems she thought they were too young to even understand. Peg needed a man, so bad it hurt.
She turned the brass nozzle back on, hosing dog shit off the sloping concrete floor of the kennel, into a gutter that ran along the back wall and down to a catch basin at the far end of the building.
Peg Foster was lost in thought, worried about how her spoiled kids would react, when a deep male voice said, "Hi, there."
She jumped half a foot and almost lost control of the high-pressure hose.
"Looks like you could use some help," he went on.
She turned to face him, twisting off the nozzle and wiping her brow with the other hand.
"You're a mind-reader," Peg said with a smile. "That's just what I was thinking."
Her pale brown eyes settled on the best looking young man she'd seen in a long time. Six-feet two-inches tall, blond, blue-eyed, tanned and muscled like a lifeguard at the beach, where she spent her summers as a girl.
"Name's Greg Stanton," he told her, extending a strong hand.
She shook his hand and felt her whole body tremble. "I'm Peg...Mrs. Foster."
He gave her an easy, lopsided grin in return.
"Folks in town said your husband died awhile back. That maybe you could use a hired hand?"
"I could use one, yes. But I can't afford one."
Peg felt herself blushing. One hand went to her head where copper-colored shoulder-length hair was bound under a kerchief. Her other hand dropped to the knotted front tails of a man's blue work shirt tied above her belly-button to form an improvised halter top.
"Room and board is all I really need," Greg said smoothly. "I work Ski Patrol in the winter. If I could work for my keep until it snows again, in the fall-"
"I don't know," Peg said anxiously.
Her fawn-like, soft brown eyes kept darting. Greg Stanton had a huge bulge in the crotch of his faded jeans, a T-shirt that strained over a wedge-shaped chest of rippling muscle, so tight she could see his taut male nipples through the cloth.
Stanton was in his mid-twenties at the most. He was ten, maybe fifteen years younger than she was. A drifter. He dropped his backpack and sleeping bag by the kennel door.
"I'm good with animals," he told her. "Got a Saint Bernard that's my best friend. And I work hard-"
"Yes, I'm sure." Peg watched that bulge in front of his faded jeans twitch and swell larger while they talked. Could he have known how unbearably horny she was?
"I could help you in all kinds of ways," Greg said, stepping closer.
"Er, yes...I'm sure you could. But I can't pay you."
"There's more to life than money," he said. "And there should be more for you to do than hosing dog shit out of a kennel."
They were standing almost close enough for their bodies to touch at that point. Peg heaved a mournful sigh and melted into his circling arms.
"Yes, there should," she whispered hoarsely. "Would you like to fuck me?"
"I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more."
His powerful arms circled her small body, crossed in the hollow of her back, strong hands fondling the cheeks of her ass. He pressed her forward, lifting and grinding the plump, ripe dome of her cunt against the throbbing hard shaft of his cock.
Peg stood barely five-foot-two in sandaled feet, small but generously proportioned with firm, sharp-jutting tits, a small waist and flaring hips. She moaned when the hot length of his pulsing cock pressed hard against her.
"H-h-how big is it?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"A perfect ten," he told her. "Long, thick and hard."
"T-t-ten inches long?" Peg shuddered, part in anxious apprehension, part in shivering concern. Her husband Frank was the only man she'd ever fucked. He had a normal six, maybe seven-inches when fully hard. But nowhere near ten inches and nowhere near the surging thickness she felt pressed against her pussy mound when Greg Stanton held her tight and pumped his hips.
"Let's go to the house," she said. "My kids are swimming in the creek. We've got to get it done before they get back."
"I don't like to rush," he told her, pumping his hips again. "I want to fuck you right out of your mind."
"Ooooh, Jeeezus!" Peg could feel the simmering damp warmth of her neglected pussy start to steam. Cunt muscles clenched and squirmed in delighted anticipation.
"Gotta get my dog out of the car," Greg went on, teasing her with seductive cock thrusts. "He's been cooped up all the way down the mountain."
"You can put him in one of the exercise runs," she said gasping, humping her ripe pussy mound back at his vibrant shaft.
"Bernie wouldn't like that," he told her. "I told you, he's my best friend."
"All right, bring him in the house. I just want you to fuck me. I'm so hot I can hardly stand it!"
Stanton grinned and turned her toward the w rambling old house. A strong arm circled her slender waist. A grasping hand reached around far enough to fondle the ripe hump of her pussy mound while they walked.
Greg's car was a battered old jeep with a sagging canvas top. When he opened the door, an enormous and exuberant Saint Bernard came bounding out, a ponderous but lovable beast almost the size of a pony. He licked Peg's creamy smooth thighs and made her wish she'd worn long pants instead of cut-offs.
"Yuk," she groaned, lurching back. The Saint Bernard came at her again, licking and drooling like some kind of lovable, lewd fiend.
"The girl I used to live with taught him some things most people don't want their dogs to know," Greg said with an indifferent shrug.
"Make him stop!" Peg cried, backing up against the battered fender of Greg's jeep. The Saint Bernard buried his big head in her crotch and tongued her seething pussy through her pants.
"Aaaggggh!" she gasped. This was as close to oral sex as the woman had ever been. It sent eerie tingles racing through her.
She squirmed and tried to push the dog away, but the heat of that delicious, lewd tingle increased. For a moment, Peg wished she did not have clothes on and could feel the Saint's lapping, big tongue against her soft flesh.
Then she groaned and refused to admit that thought had crossed her mind. Greg grabbed the enormous big dog by the collar and yanked him back, scolding sternly.
"Bernie, mind your manners!"
The Saint Bernard's head was waist high, and he never stopped looking at her. He had big brown eyes and was that a smile on his wet lips?
No, Peg tried to tell herself. Dogs can't smile. But Bernie sure looked happy, bright-eyed and wagging his bushy big tail. The dog had a long, thick coat mostly a taffy-brown color splotched with snow white.
Greg Stanton ruffled hair on the dog's shaggy head and said, "Sorry about that."
"Ooooh, it's all right," Peg said with an uneasy grin. "It startled me, that's all."
She reached out and petted the dog. Bernie wagged his tail and licked her hand affectionately.
"He's very gentle for such a big dog," Peg remarked, still aware of the odd sensation that jangled her nerves when he licked at her crotch.
"Yeah, and he's got a great nose. Bernie's helped me find a lot of skiers lost in the snow."
They walked toward the house, with the lumbering big dog a step behind.
"My bedroom is at the end of the hall," she said, showing him the way. Peg could not imagine what had come over her. She had never been an impulsive person before, and certainly not the type to tumble into bed with a man a few minutes after their first meeting.
She and Frank went steady all through high school, but Peg was still a virgin on their wedding night. And there had never been another man in her life. Just inside the bedroom door, she stopped and stripped off her shirt.
"I've never done anything like this before," she felt compelled to say.
Greg grinned warmly, nodding his head and watching her unveil two full, firm tits with upturned nipples. He flicked his tongue and began to undress.
Peg watched, holding her breath as he bared his big cock. Then rhe felt her heart race. God, it was big. Her pussy clenched and seethed its simmering musk.
Stanton's Saint Bernard sat by the door, eyeing them both, turning his ponderous big head slowly back and forth.
"Behave yourself," Greg said sharply.
She giggled, at first thinking he'd said that to her.
Then she purred, "I feel like misbehaving. I've been a widow too long."
Peg came to him with her arms reaching up to coil around his neck.
They were both stark naked, stripped to the skin, anxious bodies sheening under a thin film of sweat from the summer heat. Peg pushed her dense, narrow wedge of coppery cunt hair against his hard and erect cock, pressing it between them.
She gasped anxiously. "Be gentle, Greg. I've never had one so big before."
"And I've never had such a tiny, sexy little doll," he said in a deep, husky voice.
"It doesn't matter that I'm older?" she asked with eyes fluttering.
"Why should it?"
Greg's job at the ski resort put him in contact with a lot of women in their thirties and forties. Most were hotter for his big cock than chicks his own age...and not much concerned about establishing a meaningful relationship. They just wanted to fuck, and he liked that. Simple pleasure with no strings.
Peg looked at him dreamy-eyed. He bowed his head and kissed her quivering lips, easing her back toward the bed.
Her hands dropped to finger his cock, taking the long, hard shaft in both hands, exploring it gingerly. Bernie made a grumbling noise by the door, watching them intently.
From the corner of one eye, Peg saw the dog's cock strain from its sheath of caramel-colored fur. A sharp pointed prick, glossy pink and twitching with rampant desire. She gasped as Greg laid her gently across the bed.
"There must be a bitch in heat in the kennel," she said. "Look at Bernie. His cock is as big as my husband's was."
"Saint Bernards are very sensitive to human emotion," Greg said. "It's your scent that's making him hot."
"M-m-mine?" That seemed unthinkably obscene. It was also strangely exciting.
Greg climbed up on the bed and straddled her slender waist, coming forward on his knees, letting her stare at the length and thickness of his hard cock.
"Yes, yours," he said. "I could smell it outside in a kennel full of dog shit, and my nose is nowhere near as keen as his."
Stanton kept inching forward until his balls dangled right over Peg's mouth.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I'm giving you a couple of nuts to eat," Greg said with a cool grin. "You want to kiss and suck the big fuckers that will fill you with cum?"
Peg breathed a sound of uncertainty. "I've never done anything like that."
"Then now's a good time to start. Nibble my cum pumpers and tease around them with your tongue."
"All right." Loneliness and eight months of sexual deprivation primed Peg for almost anything. She gulped and shyly kissed Greg's swaying balls.
They were nearly the size of hen's eggs-warm, pulsing big orbs in a wrinkled sac of skin lightly frizzed here and there with sparse wisps of blonde hair.
"Hhhmmm!" she purred. Tonguing his sweaty ball sac brought a salty taste to her mouth. Just like Frank's balls, one of Greg's dangled slightly lower than the other. Peg swirled her tongue around it and heard him give a rattling sigh of delight.
Stanton reached back with both hands and fondled the ripe hump of her pussy mound, combing his fingers through her coppery cunt-hair. The tip of one finger twirled around her tiny clit bud; the other plunged boldly into her wringing wet cunt.
She groaned. It was the first thing she'd had inside her in eight months. His wiggling finger was nowhere near the size of a man's cocknot even Frank's-but it made her writhe with gasping pleasure.
Peg opened her mouth and gushed hot breath, circling her moist lips to suck in his low-hanging ball.
"That's a girl. Eat them both. Stir them with your hungry tongue."
Peg strained her mouth wider and barely managed to get both his balls into her mouth.
That made her cheeks puff. Peg swirled her tongue between the big balls and felt them churn with the weight of a heavy load. She wondered if they held jism in proportion to their size. If so, Greg would fuck two or three times more into her than Frank ever had.
Honey bubbled up from the depths of her anxious pussy, heated and stirred by Greg's middle finger. She felt the sleek oils drip down her thighs and imagined it was jism that had overflowed.
Stanton clit-teased her to a climax, grunting and moaning when the tremors of orgasm made her suck hard on his tender balls.
"Ooooh, baby! I can't wait to get my cock in your mouth!"
Greg's varied desires intrigued her and freed impulses that had smoldered all through her marriage.
Until now, Peg had not realized how dull and unsatisfying her sex life had been all those years. Now a powerfully built, beautifully hung blond giant was letting her emotions run free.
He propped her head up on a pillow and pushed the bloated, knobbed tip of his cock into her mouth.
"You don't have to swallow it all the first time," he said. "Just ripple your tongue and pull with your lips."
"W-w-won't that make you cum?"
"Of course. I'm going to shoot off in your mouth. Relieve the pressure. Then I can give your tight, little cunt the long, hot fucking it wants."
"Oh, Greg," she sighed anxiously. "This is the most exciting sex I've ever had!"
He grinned down at her, softly prodding her full lips with his cockhead.
"You ain't seen nuthin' yet, babe. We are gonna set your little pussy on fire!"
Peg felt like her flesh was burning already. She was so anxious, she did not pause to wonder why Greg said we.
CHAPTER TWO
The Saint Bernard rose from his sitting position by the door. Silently, his huge padded feet moved toward the bed. Bernie's master hunched over the woman's chest, pushing his cock in her mouth.
She made delighted wet gurgling noises, sucking and smacking her lips, swirling with her anxious tongue. Just listening to her made the dog's pointed cock twitch and throb.
Bernie once belonged to a towering blonde
Swedish girl who taught skiing by day and liked training dogs at night. Their rampant horniness enthralled her. And the lewdity of taking and animal cock into her golden-haired cunt!
It shocked Greg the first time he saw Inga down on her hands and knees, yelping and wailing while the Saint Bernard fucked her dog-style from behind. But later, Greg liked to watch. Inga was the sexiest, most wanton woman he had ever seen.
One night he watched her with three sled dogs that were half-wolf and nearly all wild. She took one in her blonde pussy, another up the crack of her shapely ass and sucked off the third, gurgling and moaning as she gulped down dog jism.
Inga said that wasn't much. She worked summers in a stable and liked being fucked by a stud horse even more. A horse cock? Christ, the one he'd seen on his grandfather's farm was almost two feet long. No way could he match that, so he and Inga drifted apart.
Greg liked the tiny, but well-built widow even more. Her small body gave him a great sense of power. And she obviously enjoyed giving herself to a man, so much larger than she was. Maybe that female need to be dominated and totally overpowered was what turned Inga on to the stallion.
Stanton liked sharing his other women with the dog. He moved a hand behind his back, snapped his fingers and motioned to Bernie that it was all right.
Peg was bleary-eyed with delight, sucking cock for the first time in her life. Greg pushed to the soft back of her mouth and felt her tongue ripple while her cheeks slithered and swirled, molding themselves to his thick rod of fuck flesh.
Bernie licked her naked cunt at the same time, loving the taste of hot woman sex. Peg moaned and bucked her hips, thinking at first it was Stanton exciting her in some strange new way with his hands. Her tiny clit bud swelled harder than it ever had before, rising out of its circling sheath to expose the most wonderfully tender nerves of them all.
She squealed and howled, bucking her hips. The Saint Bernard's lapping tongue licked from her ass crack all the way up to her clit in one swipe, making her tingle and squirm.
"Oh, God...what are you doing to me?" Peg moaned when he pulled his cock back.
Greg grinned down at her pretty, starry-eyed face.
"Me?" He put his hands beneath his hunched legs and twirled her swollen nipple tips. "I'm feeling your tits. I'm getting you hot for a wild cock you're gonna love."
"Aaahhh, I'm ready," she sighed. "I want you in me right now. Greg, h-h-how can you feel both tits and tease my pussy at the same time?, , "I turned your pussy over to the Saint Bernard. He-likes your naked and dripping fuck honey better than when you were outside by the jeep."
"Ugh!" Peg bucked and squirmed, trying to twist out from underneath him.
The idea of being licked by a slobbering dog seemed utterly repulsive to her now. But Greg sat down on her chest, almost crushing her tits in grasping hands pushed down by his body weight. And he poked his throbbing cock into her gaping mouth again.
"You're gonna suck me and fuck Bernie at the same time. We like it that way...and so will you."
"No!" Peg wrenched her head to the side and felt the dog's lapping tongue make her pussy seethe. "God, you can't give me to a dog!"
"To a Saint, baby. How many ladies get to fuck with a Saint?"
Peg had no answer. She was dazed and disbelieving, pinned beneath Greg Stanton's powerful body while his dog licked her pussy with a rasping tongue the size of a sirloin steak.
She felt the bed lurch and knew the Saint Bernard was climbing on it. A moment later she saw Bernie look over Greg's shoulder. The way his big mouth curved, it looked like he was grinning lewdly, enjoying her position of helplessness.
Bernie's meaty, big tongue lazed around his drooling lips, licking the tangy woman taste Peg knew he'd lapped up from her dog-teased cunt. Her pussy still shivered and pulsed from the obscene stroking of his rough tongue.
Bernie gave an anxious growl and pumped his hips, poking blindly to find the slit of her cunt. Peg shrilled an anguished cry and shuddered when she thought about what was happening to her.
She whimpered and winced her eyes shut, straining to force all thought of the dog from her mind. Greg Stanton was fucking her, that's what she wanted to think. She snugged her lips around his cockhead and sucked with wild passion to occupy her worried mind.
She rippled her tongue along the underside of his swollen cockhead, exploring the cleft and the cum slit at its tip. She liked licking Greg's big cock and hearing him moan sexy, rumbling sounds of desire.
At the same time, Bernie's furry cock sheath was sliding back and forth between her legs, as though softly caressing her tender flesh. But the sharp pointed tip of his slimy red cock kept thrusting closer and closer to her cunt slit.
Peg heaved a moan of despair. No matter how hard she tried, the woman could not stop thinking about the big Saint Bernard. Why did the hot, sharp pointed tip of Bernie's dog cock send such wild shivers of excitement racing up her spine?
Her brow furrowed and her lips sucked, cheeks rippling along Greg's massive cock. He pushed forward, inching slowly and steadily into her mouth. Peg moaned, delighted by its heated pulse and the bulged veins she felt throbbing beneath her snug lips.
Bernie's jabbing red cock tip touched her clit. It felt as though sparks shot between them. The Saint Bernard heard her wail, and he liked hearing the joyous cries of human bitches. Female dogs now seemed dull to him. Women showed so much more emotion.
He jackhammered her little wet button of nerves with his sharp dog prick, sliding the swollen nub of flesh under his cock and then under the furry sheath pushed back around its root.
Only Greg's big cock in her mouth kept Peg from screaming in anguished delight. Nothing had ever stimulated her clit so wildly before this.
A dog! That thought kept flashing back. Peg's pussy had ached for eight months, yearning to feel a hot prick inside it. Having only fucked one man in her life, she was dying to know what someone else would be like. Now another cock was about ready to push in. An animal!
Peg shuddered and started to cry, but that did not stop her lips from sucking. Greg's cock pushed all the way to the back of her mouth. Bernie's slid back and forth on her clit, firing waves of heat that radiated out to her fingers and toes.
Greg pitched forward on his hands and knees, pumping his cock faster now. Its big, rubbery head thumped the soft back of her mouth and pushed into the narrow channel of Peg's throat.
"Ugh!" she groaned. "Graaaagh!"
His leaning forward over her head gave Bernie more room. He also kept forward and pushed his big, blunt nose almost into the crack of Greg's ass. The dog arched his hindquarters to angle his cock down. He thrust, giving a snarl, and stabbed the whole hot length of his sharp prick into the woman.
Bernie fucked into her just as Greg drew back. A shrill scream of shock popped the cockhead out of her mouth. The dog was in her to the hairy root, fucking hard and fast with an animal cock that burned like a red-hot iron.
"Ooooh, God!" Peg's eyes gaped in horror. I'm being fucked by a dog! The second cock to enter my precious pussy isn't human. And I don't care! I really like it! What kind of beast have I become?
She felt her pussy clench snug, wet and warm around the thrusting dog cock. Ecstatic friction spread fiery heat through her loins. The softer warmth of his furry body pressed close to hers and spread another kind of sensuous pleasure.
Bernie's cock was almost exactly the size of her husband's, except it had a needle-sharp tip. That allowed him to enter even more smoothly, to draw back until Peg could hardly grip or feel the point, then lunge and fill her with dog heat.
"Oh, Greg!" She shuddered and pumped her hips, anxious to feel Bernie's hot cock burn deep in her once again. "What's wrong with me? I dont mind being fucked by a dog. I-I'm starting to like it."
"I knew you would. After being alone for eight months, a cock is a cock."
"Yyyeeeesss, and now I've got two!" Peg raised her head, smiling strangely, and sucked on the young man's bigger, blunt-tipped cock while Bernie delighted her wringing cunt with blurring fast thrusts.
Peg's swollen clit was stroked by furry dog belly each time the animal rammed down. She felt his hairy ball sac between her legs and it made her shiver excitedly. The pleasures of sucking a man's cock and being fucked by his dog were all new to her.
The widow's dazzled mind could not sort them out. She mixed the pleasure and shame into one swirling sensation of savage delight. Two cocks at once. One thrusting into her sucking lips, the other beating her cunt like a furry hammer.
She gasped and gurgled a strained moan, coming to orgasm so fast and hard that she almost fainted. Greg's body stiffened, muscles tensing rigid as all his energy flowed into his cock. It swelled in her mouth and spit liquid fire.
Bernie growled and his pointed cock jetted cum at the same moment. Peg felt silvery jism gush and rise to fill her throat. It washed over the back of her rippling tongue and flooded around her teeth.
More shot into her pussy in gushing spurts. Each one made her tremble with joy.
The spasms of climax gripped every muscle and nerve. Her small body trembled and convulsed in delighted shock. She gulped cum, swallowing sticky, salt-sweet slime without thinking. And she felt more of it shoot into her pussy.
Clenching waves gripped Bernie's cock and pulled like her sucking lips. Peg lapsed into a frenzy of unthinking joy. She had two hot pricks gushing in her at once. A double orgasm gripped her pussy and mouth as though they were one.
Peg didn't think about what she was doing until she'd swallowed half of Greg's gushing cum. Then she winced, but went right on sucking to get more, and her slithering cunt slit milked the dog's prick at the same time.
"Hhhhooo!" she gasped when man and dog had both drained their last shot. "That was the most awful...most wonderful thing I've ever done!"
Peg was still breathless and misty-eyed in the fading aftershocks of orgasm.
"What's so awful about feeling pleasure?"
"With a dog?" Her voice choked.
Bernie pulled his sated cock out of her and jumped back on the floor. He burrowed his shaggy head between her legs, licking and lapping down his own dripping cum.
He started her pussy clenching and squirming again almost at once. Peg felt so ashamed of herself, but knew she could not help wanting more.
Greg's jism glossed her quivering lips and stuck in her throat when she tried to swallow. She stared up at his softening cock, wide-eyed and adoring.
The heat of desire that smoldered for eight months was not satisfied yet, not even by two cocks at once. Peg shivered anxiously, wondering if somehow her husband could see what she was doing now.
Greg saw beyond her pained look of shame. Desire still glimmered in her big brown eyes.
"You want more, don't you?"
"Yyyyeeesss!" she cried. "I can't help it! I want you to fuck me now! I want to feel a really big cock in my cunt!"
"Just what I was thinking about. Now that Bernie's got you nice and hot for me."
"I-I've never felt like this before. I don't even know why I'm doing it."
"Don't try to analyze everything. Just go with what feels good." Greg pitched off of her and sprawled on his back. His long, thick cock stood half erect like the trunk of a swaying palm tree.
Peg turned on her side and stroked it fondly, making the hot blood of young lust rush back to fill it.
"I'm not sure this will feel good," she said in awe. "I've never had one so big."
"Stand it up straight and then sit on it," he told her. "You'll be in control that way. You can take it as slow and easy as you like."
"It does sound like fun," she said, giggling as Greg's cock swelled to full hardness under ber loving touch.
She straddled his muscle-strapped loins, hunched on her knees just in back of his towering cockshaft. It stuck up between her thighs and she caressed it, rubbing the underside against the slit of her cunt.
Contractions of desire squeezed dog jism up from her depths. Mixed with her own slick honey, the silver-white stuff lubricated his cock as she began to rise and fall, flexing her knees and pressing Greg's cock against her wet cunt slit.
The pillar of fuck flesh ridged with blue veins teased her distended clit bud, rubbing it up and down, sparking hot impulses of desire that made her moan. Peg stood on her knees, rising high enough to bridge her crotch over his cockhead.
She clutched him in both hands, working the rubbery knobbed head back and forth in the wet mouth of her pussy, cooing expectantly as fuck honey and dog jizz dribbled down to anoint his fearsome big prick.
"Aaahhh!" she gasped. "It hurts already. It-it's too big for me."
"Just right," he insisted. "Hot and wet as your little cunt is now, you could fuck a flagpole."
Peg laughed with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
"Maybe down to half-mast," she admitted. She let herself drop a little and shivered ecstatically as more of Greg's upright cock bored into her.
The head of his cock felt like a fist punching deep into her, now just passing the deepest point her husband had been able to touch. Her husband and the Saint Bernard who sat by the bed watching her spear a man's cock into the pussy he had just fucked.
She wondered if animals feel jealousy. Probably not. Peg had seen male dogs mount a bitch in heat one right after another.
Peg let herself slide a little farther onto his cock, hissing and moaning.
"From here on I'm a virgin. Nothing has been in me this far."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yyyeeesss!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Sssooo good!" Peg had an inch of thick, hot male cock straining muscles and heating nerves, no man, or dog had ever touched. And she wasn't all the way down on him, yet.
Greg began to tire of her timid fucking, so he snapped his fingers. The big Saint Bernard yelped and lumbered up on the bed behind her. His ponderous weight made the mattress and box springs lurch beneath her bent knees.
Peg lost her balance and dropped hard on Greg's spearing cock. She felt his wiry curls of blond pubic hair tingle her cunt lips.
"Unnnnh!" she groaned deep in her throat.
Bernie lunged, growling sounds of doggie-delight. He pushed against Peg from behind, bending her forward so that Greg's cock wrenched and pried in her innermost recess.
She pitched forward on her hands and knees, bridged over Greg's handsome face. He started pumping his hips, lifting her doll-like body with ease and somehow reaming his cock a little deeper than it was before.
"Aaaaaagggggh!" she groaned. The Saint Bernard was awkwardly mounting her from behind. His hairy front legs came over her shoulders and his hips thrust at her with quick, jarring stabs.
The pointed tip of the dog's cock was probing to find the tightly puckered rim of her ass-hole. Bernie had learned human bitches can be fucked more ways than one.
"Ooooh, Greg...please make him stop! He's trying to fuck me up the ass!"
"So relax and enjoy it."
"I can't!" she cried. "Ass fucking is too awful to even think about. I've never done it!"
"Then how do you know it's awful?"
Peg's mouth flapped but could not find words. Bernie's determined humping had found her ass-hole at last. The pointed red tip of his slimy dog cock was driving into her, thrusting her forward and slamming her down harder on Greg's cock.
"After sucking me and fucking the dog, you should know two are better than one," Greg said blandly.
"Yes, but-" She was thinking, my ass-hole is virgin...and I'm giving it to a dog!
"Bernie's sharp cock will open you up easier than a man would."
"Maybe, but. . . ooooooh, God. Being dog raped up the ass, while I fuck with a man I hardly know. What's happening to me?"
There were two others asking that question at the same moment. Peg's son Bill and her daughter Bonnie had come back from their swim in the creek. They saw the old jeep in the yard, heard their mother's lewd wails and went around back of the house to look through her bedroom window.
The drapes were not closed all the way. Being tall, Bill could just barely peer over the sill.
"Hoooolyyyy shit! Mom's fucking some guy I never saw before."
"I knew she was fucking somebody just by the sound." Bonnie was a year younger than her lanky brother, but wiser in some ways than he was. She acted aloof, bored and disinterested, like she was so damn sophisticated.
He resented his sister's superior attitude.
"How would you know what it sounds like? You've never been fucked."
"Lots of my friends have, and girls talk a lot."
"Yeah? Well you and your friends never talked about anything like this. She's not just fucking a man. She's also fucking a dog!"
CHAPTER THREE
Bill smirked as he watched his sister's face turn pale. Bonnie's voice sounded choked.
"I d-d-don't b-b-believe you!"
"I'll lift you up...you can see for yourself."
Bill stepped behind his sister, gripped her slender waist and lifted. She was petite like her mother but not so fully developed. In his sinewy arms she felt feather-light.
He ducked his head between her spread legs and perched Bonnie on his shoulders. The creamy tapers of her young thighs pressed against Bill's cheeks. Bonnie's smooth skin was still moist and cool feeling from their swim in the creek.
The small piece of wet cloth that was her bikini bottoms pressed against the back of his neck. Back of that, he could feel the taut rise of her developing pussy mound. Having his pretty sister's cunt pressed so close made Bill's cock start to swell inside his wet swim suit.
Bonnie's knees bent over his shoulders. Her legs slanted back beneath his arms and her feet hooked behind him to balance herself sitting high on his shoulders to see in their mother's bedroom window.
Bill eased forward slowly and Bonnie pressed her little button nose to the top of the window pane. In the shadowy bedroom she saw her mother bounding up and down on a man's cock, grunting and moaning and squealing sounds of delight.
By leaning a little to the left, Bonnie looked through the narrowly parted drapes at a different angle. Then she could see the huge Saint Bernard hunched over her mother's back and fucking her ass.
"Ooooh, Jeee-zzzus!" the girl whispered hoarsely.
Although Bonnie and some of her more experienced girlfriends talked a lot about sex, this was the first time she had actually seen it. And in all their daring talk, no one ever mentioned fucking with an animal. The sight of that almost made her puke-it was so vile, so unthinkably obscene! Bonnie turned her head back to focus on the blond hunk's big cock.
Bill said. "Didn't I tell you?"
He was watching through the bottom of the window pane, eyes focused on the huge cock his mother was riding with such passion. He angled his view to keep the dog behind her out of sight.
Watching his mother fuck a rugged, well-muscled young ass was bad enough. Just thinking about a dog's prick in her lovely little ass made the boy feel sick with disgust.
"God, that guy's got a big cock!" Bonnie said in a hot, hushed and breathy voice. Her legs clamped hard around Bill's neck and he felt her pussy shiver behind his head.
"How do you know it's big? You've never seen one before."
"I've seen yours," she teased coyly.
"When?"
Bill's face blushed in the soft, fleshy vice of his sister's thighs. Watching the fucking scene warmed her silky smooth skin. Even her pussy was starting to get hot.
"Lots of times. Today when we were swimming-"
"You haven't seen it naked!" he said.
Bill was a bashful youth, a little embarrassed and confused by his awakening male impulses. It seemed now that his cock was hard all the time.
"When it's hard, it doesn't have to be naked for me to know how big it is," Bonnie said smugly. "And I can see his is bigger than yours."
"Not by much!" he answered defensively. "Maybe an inch longer."
The way their doll-like mother was bounding up and down made it hard to tell exactly how big it was.
"An inch longer and a lot thicker!" Bonnie said, squeezing his neck and squiggling her cunt in excitement.
She was still a virgin like her brother. Though he was a year older, girls tend to mature faster. Bonnie felt like a woman months before Bill's male instincts began to awaken.
"You couldn't tell the difference if it was inside you," he said sharply.
Bonnie giggled. "Your skinny cock is the last one in the world I'd want."
"Skinny? You bitch! What makes you think I'd want to stick it in you anyway? I want a girl with real tits, not two little pimples on her chest."
"Pimples? Son of a bitch! My breasts are...are more like cupcakes."
"Yeah, I could eat them both in one bite. Look at Mom. She's got real boobs. Nice and ripe. Full but firm, and still jiggle."
"Mother's tits really don't interest me," she said coolly. "I'd much rather watch that guy's cock. Ooooh, one that big would just kill me the first time!"
Both refused to mention and tried not to look at the dog fucking their mother's ass from behind, bent over and slamming her down hard on the man's cock.
"A cock half the size of mine would have you screaming your head off," Bill said.
He had his hands on Bonnie's knees, fingers spread and reaching up her thighs. He squeezed her soft, girlish flesh as he spoke.
"Half the size of yours? I'd be sobbing...with disappointment."
"All you do is talk big," he complained. "You're just a little girl, all of a sudden acting like hot shit."
"And you're nothing but a jerk-off who takes my soiled panties out of the laundry hamper, because that's as close to real pussy as you can get."
"How do you know about that?" Bill blushed so that Bonnie could feel the heat of shame between her snug thighs.
"I've seen you sniff them lots of times. And once you were jacking off with a pair of my cunt-scented panties wrapped around your skinny prick."
"You little bitch!"
Bill staggered back from the window and bent down, pitching Bonnie forward. She hit the ground like a cartoon character, with her feet already running.
"Poor little Billy can only get into a girl's panties when her pussy isn't there!"
"You stinking cunt!"
He ran after her, flaring with rage, aware now that his anxious young cock had swelled itself fully hard. Watching his mother fuck made it throb with desire like never before.
Bonnie ran a zigzag path toward the long, metal-roofed building that housed the kennel. Being smaller and more agile, Bonnie darted left and right to elude him, laughing every time he grabbed at her streaming reddish-blonde hair.
"Bitch!" He snarled. "You'll be sorry when I catch you!"
"Sorry what? Sorry you don't have a big cock like that guy with Mom?" She ducked and dodged him again, swirling sun-colored, red-golden hair, long enough to sweep across the crack of her trim, little ass.
"You'll be sorry I'm your brother and can't stick what I've got, in you, bitch!"
Since school let out for vacation two weeks ago, Bill and Bonnie had been constant companions. Where they lived in the country, there were no other kids near their own age.
With no one else for company, they talked and teased a lot, growing quite close, although neither of them wanted to admit that.
Bonnie ran into the kennel building, slipping on the wet concrete floor and running down the long narrow aisle between two rows of dog cages like prison cells.
Dogs barked and howled, leaping at the wire cage doors as the young couple ran by. The animals all ached for affection when their owners were away.
The narrow aisle and slippery floor made it hard for Bonnie to dodge Bill's grasping hands. She careened into one of the cage doors and grabbed the heavy wire mesh to keep from falling.
A sleek, sinister-looking black Doberman pinscher named Diablo nipped at the string tie of Bonnie's bikini bottoms. When she caught her balance and lurched away from the cage door, she did it bare-assed. The snarling dog still held the lower half of her skimpy bathing suit.
Bonnie ran three full steps before she realized what happened. By then, Bill was laughing so hard that he couldn't run after her. God, she had a cute little ass! A wedge of pure white skin contrasted sharply with the rest of her tanned body.
Bill plucked the bottom half of her bikini from the Doberman's mouth. "Good boy, Diablo. Hey, sis...you forgot this!"
"Aaaggghhh!" Bonnie wheeled around and dropped both hands to cover her pussy mound. It was also milk-white.
She got her hands down fast, but not before Bill saw her fresh growth of cunt-hair, a narrow V of red-golden curls the same color and as silky-soft as the hair on her head.
"Give me that!" she demanded, trying to cover her pussy with one hand and grab her bathing suit with the other.
He taunted her, waving her bikini bottoms just out of reach.
"Why?" Bill asked. "I've seen your pussy naked before."
"When?" she almost cried.
"When Mom was giving you a bath."
"That's when I was a baby!"
"Yeah, your pussy hadn't grown hair. It was so cute...naked as a little ass crack."
"You bastard! Give me my bathing suit."
"What if I give you mine instead?"
Bill untied the string belt inside and slipped down his wet shorts. A slender, steely hard prick over eight inches long leaped out.
Bonnie cried, cowering against the back door to the kennel.
The latch inside was broken. It could only be opened from the outside. Peg had asked Bill to fix it a week ago, but he hadn't gotten around to it. Now he was glad. His sister had nowhere to go except back toward him and she was stark naked from the waist down.
He kicked off his wet swim shorts and stood naked with his long, slender cock raging hard, slanted up at a sharp angle. Bill grinned smugly and dangled her bikini bottoms on the end of it as though his prick was a prong on a hat rack.
"Go on," he said. "You want something to wear, reach out and take it."
She winced and screamed. "Mother!"
But all the dogs were barking now, excited by the unusual activity. No one could hear Bonnie's wailing voice in the house-for sure not their mother who was howling and wailing like a bitch dog herself.
"I'm going to tell mother," she threatened feebly.
"Tell what? That we saw her fucking a man and a dog? That you were so anxious to watch, I had to lift you up on my shoulders? She'll love that!"
"You bastard! Give me my bathing suit."
"It's hanging right there on my cock head. All you have to do is reach out-like the telephone commercials on TV. Reach out and touch someone."
Bonnie was crying now, streaming tears down her blushing cheeks.
She sobbed. "Son of a bitch!"
Bill chuckled. "Really...my mother is fucking a dog. And my sister must be one too. That Dobie's so hot for you, he ripped your pants off. Is that right, Diablo? Does my little sister smell like a bitch to you?"
He started to click open the latch.
"Don't you dare let that dog out!" she cried. Bonnie slammed her bare ass against the door and tried to get it open with one hand.
"Diablo means devil in Spanish," Bill said like a scholar, letting the cage door swing open. The Doberman came bounding into the aisle with an anxious growl.
Bill tossed the dog the bottoms of Bonnie's bikini, afraid he'd get his cock nipped, if he didn't. The Dobie grabbed it in his sharp fangs and shook his head, ripping and tearing the silky, wet cloth.
"He must wish he could wrap his cock in your panties and jack-off with them like I do. Must be frustrating to have a hard-on and no hands."
Bonnie hadn't noticed until then, but the Doberman's cock was hard. When he tossed and tore the bottoms of her bikini between his front paws and snarling jaw, she could see the red tip of his sharp prick emerge from a sheath of sleek, smooth black, like his glistening coat.
With the bottoms of her bathing suit in tatters, the dog looked up at Bill. He wanted some attention and something else to play with.
"Why don't you grab the top?" the boy said.
"No! God damn you, Bill. Don't you dare sic that dog on me!"
"Why not? You're such a bitch...you ought to get along great. Go get her, Diablo! Give my little sister a treat."
The Doberman didn't understand Bill's suggestion, only that he was happy to be out of his cage. Bill held the dog's choke chain, even though it was obvious to him the Dobie wasn't going to do anything. It looked like he was holding him back.
"I'll hold the dog if you give me the top of your bikini," he said.
"W-w-why should I do that?"
"Because I want to see your little tits."
Bonnie's blood ran cold. All large dogs frightened her, Dobermans most of all. They looked so vicious and mean.
"I'll take off my top, if you put the dog back in his cage," she said nervously.
"Okay. You first. Take it off."
"No, I don't trust you with that dog. When he's in the cage, I'll show you my tits."
"We'll do it together. You untie the knot and I'll put Diablo in his cage. You take off your top and I'll latch the cage door."
"All right."
Bonnie kept her delicate little pussy mound covered with one hand and reached back to untie the top of her string bikini with the other. She watched Bill open the cage door wide and coax the black devil dog back inside.
Bonnie laughed and lunged forward, slamming into the cage door with both hands outstretched. It swung hard into Bill and hurled him inside with the dog. She giggled and snapped the latch shut, knowing he could not get it open from the inside.
"Now what are you going to do, brother, dear?" It was her turn to laugh with fiendish delight.
It was fun to see him stark naked, and caged like a dog. All Bill could do was make blustering noises and try to cover the throbbing stiffness of his long, slender cock. Now her helpless prisoner, it embarrassed him greatly.
Bonnie paced up and down before the mesh door, Haunting her naked, sparsely fringed cunt, reaching back with both hands to untie the string top of her bikini.
"Does the poor little doggie still want to see my tits?" she teased.
She stripped off the skimpy bra-like top and dangled it from the tip of one finger, breathing deep to make her cupcake-sized tits look as big and tempting as she could.
The slinky little top slid off her finger and fell just outside the cage door. Bill was raging inside, hands clamped through the mesh and shaking the door.
"God damn you, let me out of here!"
"Why should I? Now you can look at my little tits...look but not touch."
Bonnie smirked lewdly and cupped her jerky young tits, twirling the nipples hard under her thumbs.
"Aren't they cute, Billy-boy? Wouldn't you love to have one of my creamy, little tits in your mouth right now?"
"What I'd like to do is kick your ass!"
"Ooooh, Billy's mad as a dog. He's even drooling."
Bonnie kept fondling her girlish tits and twirling her nipples, standing as close to the mesh cage door as she dared.
Then she languidly slid one hand down and teased around her tiny little cunt slit newly fringed with red-golden hair. Her middle finger probed between taut pussylips and curled around her clit bud.
"Hhhhmmm, that feels so good," she said. "It makes me want to cum. I can feel my pussy clench and squirm just like it had a cock in it."
"Only a dog would fuck a bitch like you," Bill snarled.
But watching his sister tease her own pussy made him unbearably horny. His cock twitched and throbbed like something with a mind of its own.
Tingling her clit brought tart-scented fuck honey to the lips of her cunt. They shimmered under a film of sleek, damp warmth. Bonnie brought her other hand down and spread the slim, softly puffed outer lips to show her brother the moist, pink folds snugged tight inside and quivering with desire.
"This must be the first naked pussy you've seen up close," she cooed. "Look how it makes your cock ache! It's bobbing up and down like the stick that old man used witching for water."
"You're the witch...and you're going to regret it when I get out of here."
"If you get out of there. Mom's been wanting us to help. I could tell her I've fed the dogs and cleaned all the cages."
Bonnie kept fingering her juicy cunt slit and stirring her fuck honey until simmering, sleek oil ran down her thighs.
"I could offer to look after the kennel tomorrow, too," she said tauntingly. "With that rugged young hunk to keep Mom amused, it might be three or four days before she misses you."
Bill's jaw clenched and he hissed in vicious frustration. Bad enough being caged with a dog, but watching his sister clit-tease herself to a grunting, hip-pumping climax was even worse.
"Uuummm! Aaahhh! My pussy is so hot and tight! You think that sexy, blond guy with Mom would like to fuck me, Billy-boy? You think he'd like to pop my cherry and feel virgin blood on his big cock?"
He couldn't answer. Bill's throat was so parched and dry, it hurt when he rumbled angry noises.
"You keep wagging your tongue like a dog. Billy-boy...are you hungry to taste cherry cunt? Would you like to lick my little clit and make me cum again?"
Her brother just glared in raging frustration.
"I might let you have a little taste if you get down on your knees and beg like a dog."
Bill's mind was racing, trying to think of some way to outsmart the vicious, lewd bitch. Then he'd really get even. He went down on his knees, straining not to smile as he thought ahead.
"Stick your tongue out through the wire, Billy-boy. Way out! I'm not coming any closer than this."
He choked back rage and pressed his face to the heavy mesh, sticking his tongue out as far as he could. Bonnie giggled anxiously and eased forward just a fraction of an inch, letting him lightly touch the dripping lips of her pussy.
"Oooh, that feels sssoooo good! I'll bet you'd like more. Til bet you'd like to fuck your tongue into me."
He tongued her juicy little cunt again when she eased it within reach, swiping upward to lick her clit bud. A sting of sharp pleasure made Bonnie's knees go weak. She slumped forward and buckled his wiggling tongue, pressing her cunt-hairs through the mesh.
Bill grabbed silky red-golden curls with both hands and pulled her pussy hard against the wire.
"Now I've got you, bitch! Now I've got you where the hair is short!"
Bonnie screamed and moaned. When she tried to pull away, hot pain shot through her groin, burning deep into her juicy little cunt slit. She could not pull away without leaving most of her cunt-hair behind.
Her brother laughed now, pulling her so hard against the mesh that her cuntlips bulged through. He tongue-lashed her tiny clit bud and thrust into her between strokes, sparking a wild climax that made her writhe and rattle the cage door with frenzied hip thrusts.
She babbled and moaned sounds of rapture mixed with cringing fear. Her brother brought Bonnie to her first real orgasm with a male, and she knew he wasn't through with her yet.
CHAPTER FOUR
Diablo could not understand the human pair, rattling and banging his cage door. The sleek, black Doberman watched curiously, sniffing the air as her lust scent grew stronger. That much he could understand.
Diablo had never seen humans act so strangely. He edged closer, twitching his cold black nose, mouth half-open and tongue hanging out.
Bill saw the dog looking over his left shoulder and smiled. The animal's amber-colored eyes were intent on Bonnie's wet cunt while it trembled in blissful aftershocks of orgasm stirred by his flailing tongue.
"Hi, dog. You want a taste?" Bill asked, rocking his head back with a smile, licking tangy, virgin fuck honey off his lips.
Bonnie jerked her hips to pull away from the cage door.
But Bill kept his two-handed grasp on her cunt-hair. He tugged her close to the mesh and made her cry out in pain.
"What's the matter, sis? Mom-likes dogs...and I know you like having your cunt licked. Poor Diablo's been caged up for three days. Think how lonely, and how hungry he must be."
"Don't let that dog touch me!"
Bill yanked on her cunt-hair again, pulling his sister's small body close to the cold wire. Then he let go of her reddish-gold pussy fur and reached up to grab a nipple pressed through a two-inch wide diamond-shaped opening in the mesh.
He pinched and pulled on her taut nipple. Bonnie wailed and writhed, jerking her hips back from the gate but held pinned by the nipple he pinched. Bill's right hand caught her tit on the other side and he pulled on both nipples, flattening her chest against the chain-link mesh with both perky little tits poked into the cage.
Diablo began to growl, distressed by the girl's frightened cries but intrigued by her reeking woman scent. He seldom smelled humans so anxious.
"Come here, boy. Give Bonnie a lick!"
"No! Don't you dare! Bill, don't let him do this to me!"
Bonnie arched her back away from the gate as far as she could with her nipples both pinched and pulled through the mesh.
Hot, stabbing pains shot through her chest, but, she'd have endured almost anything to stay out of the dog's reach. Bill stood up slowly, never letting her pinched nipples free from the pulling strain.
"You were so anxious to show off your pussy when we couldn't get at it. That's something only a real bitch would do...so now I'm giving your cunt to the dog. He deserves it, and so do you!"
"Huh?" she cried.
Bill pulled harder and twisted her taut, hot little nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling her back to the wire with a sad moan.
"Push your pussy to the wire, bitch! I've got a hungry dog waiting for you. Go on, Diablo. Give her a lick!"
Bill stuck out his tongue and wiggled it up and down, trying to show the dog what to do.
Bonnie watched the obscene gesture and shivered, pained by the way her nipples were pulled.
Diablo came forward with his long, raspy red tongue hanging out. The dog's natural instinct was to lick away pain, and the girl was obviously hurting. He sniffed salt tears with his sensitive nose, and he swiped the hairy red part of her. That was all he could reach through the wire.
Bonnie jerked back at the waist and felt her pinched nipples burn. She howled and hammered her dog-licked cunt back to the wire. Diablo's tongue lapped her juicy slit.
An eerie warmth and a strange, tingling kind of pleasure convulsed through Bonnie's cunt tunnel. The dog's tongue was longer and more limber than Bill's. It burrowed in and twiddled her swollen clit up and down.
"Oooh!" she gasped. It felt good, but the girl would not admit that. But even to herself. But she arched her body forward, and pressed harder against the chain mesh.
That eased the terrible strain on her nipples and parted the moist lips of her cunt when they bulged through the wire. Diablo licked her cunt again, liking the taste of human sex juices. He also liked the way it made the girl moan, softly.
"Go boy!" Bill said. "Lick her to a climax! Make the bitch cum!"
Knowing he pleased the young pair made the dog happy. He wagged his little tail and licked into her crotch again.
"You bastard!" Bonnie ground her cunt against the cold mesh.
Diablo kept licking, growling contentedly, and Bill chanted encouraging words to the dog, so anxious to please.
The sleek, sinewy black Doberman tongued Bonnie to another screaming climax of lewd delight. She twitched and jerked, rattling the heavy cage door with frenzied cunt thrusts. Even the nipples her brother held pinched felt no pain. The heat of pleasure was spreading in ways the girl could not have imagined before.
Her lewd wails pitched higher and started all the dogs barking again. Lust scent tilled the air of the kennel like a vaporous mist. It made all the male dogs anxious.
Bonnie shuddered through grinding spasms of obscene delight, then she slumped limp against the cage door.
She managed a weak, little grin. "He sucks cunt better than you do."
Bill ignored the slurring remark. "Open the latch."
Bonnie obeyed meekly, walking back with her nipples still pinched, as the cage door swung open.
He reached around with one hand and grabbed her long hair, snarling a fist in silky, soft waves half-way down her back. Bill let go of her other nipple then and yanked her into the cage with him.
"You look like a waffle," he said, laughing aloud.
Pressing her anxious body against the mesh in the throes of climax imprinted the diamond-shaped chain-link pattern on her tender skin.
"And you look like a monster to me," Bonnie sobbed.
With the last heated tremors of climax starting to fade, she felt sick with shame and cold, with shivering fear.
"Well, don't you worry. I'm going to fix it so you don't have to look at me." Bill planned it all while Diablo was licking his sister to orgasm, heating her cherry cunt so that it dribbled musky fuck honey and dog spit.
He pushed her toward the back of the cage. There was a dog house in every enclosure-a square box up on short, wooden legs with a round cutout for a door. The kennel offered three sizes: small, medium and large.
Big as he looked, Diablo was only a medium-sized dog. German shepherds, mastiffs, and Great Danes all required more spacious accommodations. So did Saint Bernards like the one they'd both watched fuck their mother's luscious ass.
"Wh-what are you going to do now?"
Bonnie stammered.
"Give you something you've been wanting for months," he answered vaguely, bending her head down toward the round dog house door.
"No!" Bonnie thrust out both hands and pushed against the sides of the hole. Bill tightened the snarled fist in her hair and pushed her straining arms inside the house with the other hand.
Her groan of protest echoed strangely inside the dog house. Bill pushed her in to the waist, almost filling the hole with her softly flared hips.
Bonnie's upper body was jammed inside in the dark. She whined fearful noises, arms cramped and widened eyes unable to see. Outside, she was on her knees, scuffing the cold, wet concrete floor.
Bill stepped back when he had his younger sister jammed half into the dog house. He grinned, enjoying the sight. There she was, on all fours like a dog, with her pussy and ass hanging out.
"Think of all the times you've told Mom something I did wrong...trying to get me in the dog house."
"I'm sorry," she cried. Her wailing voice echoed sharply in the small place, but Bill heard it only as a muffled sound that seemed far away.
He pushed her legs apart with a bare foot and dropped on his knees between them.
Sucking her cherry cunt to a climax almost made his cock fire. Watching the dog eat her to orgasm did it again. Bill's long, springy hard cock was really throbbing. He put his hands on her small hips and pushed forward.
The head of his cock sank into the moist slit between her trembling legs. Red-golden cunt-hair tingled on top. Smooth thighs damp with dribbling fuck honey pressed on the sides. Bill began to pump his hips slowly, glad he jacked-off with a pair of her soiled panties that morning. Without that relief, his randy cock would be gushing already.
He could smell hot, wet pussy stronger than any of the kennel odors and feel the slithering damp warmth of her cunt, against the top of his thrusting prick.
Bonnie whined and moaned inside the dog house. She made fearful and then anxious noises. The girl had been thinking a lot about sex recently, especially when she talked to her girlfriends at school.
Several told her about their first time. Most said it hurt when their cherry was torn. And it wasn't very romantic getting popped in the backseat of a car. Bonnie began to sob, wondering if she would dare tell anyone that her brother took her the first time, and did it with her head stuck in a dog house.
She felt him rubbing his steely hot prick on her clit. The dog's tongue left it so tender that each stroke fired sparks of jolting pleasure so strong they bordered on pain. Bonnie wailed and sobbed, begging him to stop.
Bill paid no attention. It was nice having her voice so muffled by thick dog house walls, and having her head out of sight. He didn't have to think about it being his sister. She was just pussy and ass to him now.
The heat of his raging hard-on made Bill's slender cock angle up sharply. Wetting the head between her legs kept pressing it down. He enjoyed the delightful straining sensations as long as he dared.
Rubbing real pussy with his cockhead was the most exciting thing he'd done so far. A lot better than rubbing his cock with her silky, cunt-scented panties. Bill arched back and let his cock spring up to probe in the mouth of her pussy.
Bonnie shivered and screamed when she felt it start in, spreading and straining her soft inner lips. Then the knobbed head jarred to a stop against the leathery web of her cherry.
Pain from that brought tears to her fluttering eyes. It was going to happen. Her maidenhead would be torn. I'm going to get fucked, her frightened mind screamed in silent despair. I'm going to get fucked like a dog!
The strain of her stubborn cherry warped
Bill's hard cock. He gave a grunt, surprised it was so tough to break though. Diablo was watching. Their position was familiar to him. He knew about dog sex. He was a purebred, a champion used often for stud. Some beautiful dog bitches were brought to him, but they were taken away too quickly.
Bill said. "Your cherry is really tough!"
He pulled back and thrust again, jabbing hard. Bonnie whimpered and sobbed, feeling her fleshy little seal start to strain and split apart.
He eased back and pumped gain, ramming through the little gash, splitting it wide and jamming her hips hard against the dog house door.
"Huuuuunnnnh!" Pain like a roaring blaze spread from her pussy. It made her eyes water and then flood with tears.
His cock was in her to the hilt. Bonnie could feel her brother's pubic hair grinding against her tender ass cheeks. And the heat of spilled virgin blood seeped around his spearing hot prick.
Seeing smears of cherry stain when he drew back made him grin lewdly.
"I've done it! God damn, I got a virgin my first time. I've bloodied my cock, and now I'm going to fuck her to death!"
Diablo's ears pricked up and his tongue wagged out when he caught the scent of blood. That was more like a real bitch in heat. His sharp pointed dog cock swelled hard, emerging from its sheath flesh covered with smooth, black hair.
Other dogs quickly caught the scent of torn cherry. The males paced frantically in their cages, barking and lunging at the mesh doors.
"You're so hot, all the dogs want you now."
She answered with muffled sobs and wails, speared by a twitching long thing stuck deep where she'd never been touched. Then Bill drew back slowly, gliding his cock out. Bonnie heaved a sigh of relief, but the ridge of flesh around his cockhead raked the split of her torn cherry and fired a new kind of burning, hot pain.
He fucked her with short, choppy, quick thrusts, raking his swollen cockhead through her torn flesh, fast as he could. Her cunt muscles clenched and shivered in pain. The rippling waves delighted his tingling prick nerves.
Bill felt the wondrous tension strain every nerve. He clenched his teeth, grunting and hissing, aching to hold back. But the furious churning in his balls could not be contained. Jism swelled and shot the length of his cock.
Bonnie felt the hideous, lewd thing twitch like a snake and then spit its venom inside her. More tears streamed down her cheeks as his prick gushed. Bill gave her shot after shot of sticky hot cum.
She howled and tried to jerk away from him, but her hips were wedged in the dog house door. He kept pumping, ramming and spurting his vile cum. It splattered the sleek, damp walls of her fuck tunnel, sticking and then dripping down.
She sobbed disconsolately, wondering when her wet torment would end. How much jism could his balls contain? More than her wringing tight cunt would hold, that was for sure. Bonnie could feel it well-up around his hot shaft.
It sank into her like a plunger, and jism slithered back along the shaft. Slick cum acted like salve for her torn cherry. The burning pain dulled to an eerie kind of delight. Bill's cock was driving hard and deep into her now, jetting cum with every stroke.
It glossed her quivering cunt lips and dampened her cunt-hair. Silver-white slime ran down her tanned thighs. Bonnie couldn't see it, but she felt it dribbling down and she knew what his cum looked like.
She'd found creamy globs of it in her panties after he used them to jack-off. The sight of it sickened her at first, but then she became curious. Bonnie took to rubbing his cum on her clit bud. It made her fingers glide so smoothly when she teased herself to orgasm.
It was doing the same thing now, but exciting her even more. A real cock deep in her rippling tunnel felt better than a timid finger exploring and stimulating the ouside. Her fuck muscles wrenched and convulsed in rapture, clenching and sucking his cockshaft to get more.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ooooh, God...fuck me full!"
Bill had hoped, but not really expected to bring her to a climax the first time. His friends said virgins were usually so scared and hurt, they just took cock and cried afterwards. Not his little sister. She was begging for more.
He grunted and fucked her so hard and fast that the mix of jism and blood, from her torn cherry, was whipped to a pink froth. The reeking scent of it drove the dogs wild. Diablo's pointed cock twanged and surged.
Bill saw it throbbing when his own cock was drained and pulsing feebly in his sister's pussy. He could hear her moaning.
"Don't stop! Do it again! Fuck me, Billy...oh, please!"
"Sure, sis. You've got a real bitch cunt, and I'm going to see that it gets all the cock you want."
He pulled out of her and heard a muffled, sad moan.
"Just give me a minute to get hard for you again."
Smirking, Bill nodded his head, urging the sleek black Doberman to take his place behind her. The dog did not need to be encouraged.
With her cherry torn and seeping and her writhing pussy filled with cum, Bonnie smelled like a real bitch in heat.
He reared up, smooth-coated black hips already pumping fast. His pointed dog prick took the man's place in her hole.
A moment passed before Bonnie figured out what was happening. The dog's prick pumped so fast that it made her mind swirl. She had another thrilling climax, almost at once. Only as that faded did her other senses come alert.
She felt the dog's sleek coat sliding against her soft skin, the rake of his front paws and the searing hot friction of his frenzied cock thrusts. Her chest swelled with steaming warm breath and she screamed.
"I'm being fucked by a dog!"
The Dobie was so anxious that he came very quickly. Just as the frantic stabbing of his pointed cock seemed about to set her pussy on fire, the dog shot jism into her sultry cunt. Bonnie winced at the terrible thought of animal cum in her precious cunt.
She screamed and sobbed, trying desperately to back out of the dog house, but once wasn't enough for Diablo-he snarled and hammered her back into his house with more wanton quick thrusts.
"Ooooh, God! Bill? Bill, are you still there."
"Just leaving. But you won't get lonely."
"You aren't going to lock me in here with the dog!"
"No. I'll leave the cage door open," he promised. "Satisfy Diablo and he'll let you out."
Bill walked down the long aisle, chuckling as he heard her scream with orgasm again.
He read all the names on the cages and opened doors for the horny males. First an English bulldog named Winston with rubbery, wrinkled jowls and a pushed-in nose so ugly it hurt to look at him. He waddled out of his cage as fast as his short legs would work, turning toward the scent of a human bitch cunt in heat.
Then Bill released an Irish wolfhound, two German shepherds, a boxer and a poodle. His bitchy little sister was in for a long day of doggie delights.
Bill wished he could stay and watch, but he was more anxious to see what his sexy, widowed mother was up to.
CHAPTER FIVE
Peg took Greg Stanton and his lumbering Saint Bernard to a guest cottage in back of the main house. The widow would rather he slept in her room, but she had her children to think about.
She helped him make up the bed, then gave Greg a list of chores that needed to be done around the place. Walking back to the main house, she heard an awful ruckus in the kennel. The dogs all barked and yowled at once. Peg started that way to investigate, then changed her mind.
The damn dogs could wait. She was tired and her body ached for a hot bath. Peg wondered if even that would make her feel clean, after giving herself to the big Saint Bernard. Dog jism was still dripping down her shapely legs and oozing from her hot, fucked pussy and ass.
Sighing and trying not to think. Peg settled into a steaming hot tub. She soaked and scrubbed herself clean, only vaguely aware of the clamor in the kennel out back. It went on even as she climbed out of the tub half an hour later, feeling rested and somewhat refreshed.
Whatever set the dogs to howling would just have to wait. Peg walked into the living room and poured herself a double shot of bourbon over ice. She gulped that down and poured another to sip more slowly.
Her mind struggled to work things out. She told Greg he could stay for the summer, even though he'd taken advantage of her in a way, by tricking her into having sex with his dog.
But, Peg had to admit she had enjoyed it, and for that she had only herself to blame. How could I get so horny? How could I enjoy being fucked by an animal? She shuddered, just thinking about what she'd done.
The widow's ass and pussy still ached from the wonderful reaming they gave her-man and dog together. She could still feel lingering tremors of wondrous strain. Greg's big cock was a real beauty, and she wanted it again. No doubt about that. Her pussy seethed and pulsed as the warming glow of good whiskey flowed through her veins.
Peg was smiling, thinking she might go out to the guest cottage and get things straight with him, before Greg got the wrong idea. He could stay and work for his keep. They would have sex whenever her kids weren't around-but, no more bestiality. Positively not!
Bill walked in while her anxious pussy was still twitching, from thinking about Greg's big cock.
"Hi, Mom," he said, giving her a strange look. She tried to tell herslf it was only because she rarely drank hard liquor, and never in the middle of the day. But the silent voice of her conscience kept nagging her.
I couldn't live with myself, if Bill knew what I've done, she thought bleakly. He seemed to be studying her, his expression still, not quite normal. Peg could only wonder what he was thinking, and she did not really want to know.
"Do you know why all the dogs are barking?" she asked.
"Er, yeah...I was just out there. Bonnie's taking care of them now."
"How nice," Peg said.
She had wanted the kids to help more, but never expected either of them to volunteer.
"She seems to like taking care of the dogs."
"I-I'm glad."
"But I don't think she's as good with them as you are."
"Oh? Wh-what do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't think she could handle one as big as that Saint Bernard."
Peg felt her cheeks blush and knew it was not just the heat of the summer day and straight whiskey, that made her flesh burn.
"Th-that's Greg's dog," she stammered. "He's going to be helping us this summer."
"Yeah, we talked on my way in. I'm sure he's going to be a big help."
Mrs. Foster was fearful of what she might hear, but she had to ask.
"Bill...is something bothering you?"
"Who me? No, why should I be bothered? I'm just thirsty. I think I'll have a beer."
He was testing her. His mother had never allowed him to drink. She said he was still too young.
"All right, dear."
Bill grinned, knowing that he had her wrapped around his little finger. He got a cold beer out of the fridge and walked back to the living room, taking a long and noisy swig of the amber brew.
"Aaahhh, that's good."
He looked at his mother sitting prim and proper, fidgeting nervously on the edge of the couch. But he kept seeing her nude, riding a man's cock and taking a dog's prick up her ass.
At first the mental image made him angry. Mothers aren't supposed to behave that way. But then he looked at her and grinned. She was a sexy little bitch with large breasts for a woman her size. A lot bigger than Bonnie's. Nice ass too. And she had fucked a dog with it.
He leaned closer to her, sipping from the frosty bottle of beer.
"You're kind'a cute," Bill remarked with a smile.
"Oh, well...aaah, thank you, dear."
"I mean real sexy looking! I never really noticed before."
Peg blushed and beaded sweat showed up on her brow, as though the temperature in the room had shot up thirty degrees. Bill looked a lot like his father. He was the image of a young man she fell madly in love with, years ago.
Seeing that look of youthful adoration and desire in her son's eyes made her heart ache. But it also made her feel guilty and fearful.
"You really shouldn't say such things."
"Why not?" Bill edged closer and put an arm around her quaking shoulders. She felt warm-no, hot against his tense body. "That guy Greg thinks you're sexy...even if you are lot older."
"Billy, please!" She tried to twist and push away the arm that rested on her shoulders. "Don't talk like that. Don't hold me so tight!"
"Too hot for you?" he asked, grinning lewdly.
"Er, yes." Peg was hoping he meant the weather. But Bill gave her a strange look and up-ended the beer bottle in his other hand. He splashed the amber brew into the open neck of her white blouse. "Aaaggghhh!"
"That should cool you off some." He held her close to him and watched cold beer soak her through her blouse. He could see that his mother wasn't wearing a bra. The wet cloth molded itself to her lush tits and jutting nipples.
"Billy, for God's sake! Why did you do that?"
Peg managed to break from the grasp of his circling arm. She fussed and fumed, trying to pull the clinging wet cloth from her quivering tits.
"Because, I know you're too hot for your own good," he said.
Bill dropped the empty beer bottle and lunged, pushing his mother down on her back.
Peg looked up at him, eyes wide with alarm.
"Billy, no!"
"Don't call me Billy," he snarled. "I'm not a little boy any more."
"Yes, son, I know...but-"
"I'm not a virgin, either," he said, smirking and licking his lewdly curved lips.
"Ooooh, God!"
Peg felt her son's hand press hard on her shoulders, pinning her flat on the couch. Her luscious tit mounds heaved in her beer-soaked blouse.
"I want some of what you give Greg. I want to fuck my cock into a real woman with tits...not a skinny young girl."
Bill wisely did not mention his sister by name, or that he knew both mother and daughter had fucked dogs. Peg was shocked and frightened enough as it was. She cowered and screamed.
"Stop this! Damn you-"
He slid his hands down from her squirming shoulders and capped them on her heaving tits. Body heat had warmed her wet blouse. The smell of malt and hops mingled with her lusty woman scent in the still, summer air.
Peg sobbed and squealed while he squeezed her tits, but she also felt shivering stabs of excitement she knew were obscene-unthinkably obscene and sinful. Bill only grinned and moved his hands to the open collar of her white blouse. He ripped it open, popping shirt buttons left and right.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" she cried.
Her moist, heaving, beer-soaked tits were laid bare. Bill brought his hands back and fondled them with an eerie, wild look in his eyes.
"You've got bigger tits than any of the girls I know at school. And you got tits that taste like beer."
He bent down and started to lick around he swollen nipples.
Peg wrenched and squirmed, screaming for him to stop. Bill laughed, licking and sucking her nipples, swaying his head from one to the other. He felt them swell, tingling hard and pulsing with desire his mother could not control.
She sucked breath in rasping gulps, half numbed by the shock of her son's lewd passion.
"This is no worse than giving your ass to a dog!"
"Oooh, nnnooo! You know about that?"
"I watched, Mother, dear. So did, Bonnie. It made us both horny."
He laughed and pulled at the waistband of her pants. Bill yanked them down to her knees, dragging her panties with them.
Mrs. Foster bucked and squirmed, screaming in horror. She strained to sit up and escape from her son, but he clamped his hands on her tits and pushed her back.
Bill dropped his head and nibbled around her freshly washed cunt-hair. Her seething pussy reeked musk, clenched and shivering as his tongue lashed around in her coppery cunt.
"Oooh, Billy! Don't do this to me!"
"Why not? Your pussy is hot and I'm hungry."
"But, it's wrong!"
"No bitch who fucks dogs has a right to complain," he snarled.
Bill noticed that his mother's cunt had a richer, riper taste than his young sister's. It was like tangy old cheese, the kind that gets moldy with age.
Peg felt her pussy cringe and her nipples burn. Bill was whirling her tit crowns under his thumb tips and teasing into her juicy slit with his tongue.
He sucked and slurped, thrusting with his tongue. Bill lapped deliciously tart fuck honey from her cunt and teased around her throbbing clit bud. He tongued his mother to a shuddering, screaming climax and left her sobbing, limp on the couch, while he undressed.
Peg saw her son's stiff cock leap out, slender and steely hard, webbed with bulged veins that pulsed with the frenzy of young lust. Her mind blanked in a dizzying swirl. The woman refused to believe this was happening to her.
She had just reached a climax with her own son. Tingling aftershocks made her skin bristle with goose bumps. And now he was hand-jacking his cock, hunched on his knees between her spread legs.
Bill's weight pinned her pulled-down panties around her knees. He squeezed her left tit with one hand and guided his slender hot cock with the other, rubbing its knobbed head on her simmering clit.
"N-n-nooo!" she begged in a wailing voice, but Peg felt the heat of his cock boring in.
Her pained look delighted the boy. Fucking his sister while her head was stuck in the dog house denied him the pleasure of watching the change of facial expression.
Peg's delicate features contorted-first with a tight look of anguish. Her eyes flared wide, blank and disbelieving. Then her look brightened. He had half his cock in her. His mother's cunt clenched and squirmed. Her cunt fought him at first, then it rippled as though to suck him in deeper.
"Oooh, dear God!" she cried. "What have I become?"
"A bitch-woman," he told her.
Bill gave a grunt and rammed down. He buried the whole length of his cock and watched her eyes bulge.
Rippling pulses of lewd delight gripped his cock. Her cunt was a seething hot pit, a clinging tunnel of flesh whipped to a frenzy of pulsing and clinging desire. Bill fucked her hard and fast, drilling and twisting his cock, banging her breath away.
"Am I better than the first girl you fucked?" Peg didn't know why she asked, but she had to know.
"Yeah, she was cherry and scared at first."
Peg said nothing, but she was scared too-afraid and ashamed of her responses. Bill's hot, plunging cock spread the heat of friction through her loins like a raging wild fire.
She gasped shocked, desperate moans, circling her arms around his neck. Peg hugged with lewd passion while her hips bucked under his hammering thrusts.
He grinned and kissed her parted lips, thrusting with his tongue. She sucked on his tongue and cunt-rippled his cock at the same time, no longer able to think about immorality. Peg's need for pleasure overpowered all her misgivings.
Gurgles and moans rumbled in her chest. They jabbed their tongues back and forth while his cock pumped in and out with the relentless strength of young lust. Bill forgot about her being his mother. She was just a great fuck-a lewd bitch who loved each stabbing thrust of his cock.
He ground down on her ripe pussy mound and hissed breath like hot steam, straining his muscles as his cock fired.
She groaned. Jism burned into her like a flaming hot jet. His surging cock pumped cum in searing spurts that came so fast, it felt like a steady stream.
Bill broke their tongue-thrusting kiss and raised his head to look in her dazzled eyes. "You like it, don't you? You like fucking your son."
"Y-y-yes!" she cried.
Peg blushed with shame, but she could not deny the spasms of pleasure that made her pussy clench and squirm like sucking lips that encircled his cock.
He drained himself and still felt her pussy suck and squirm to get more. Somehow, fucking his mother seemed more exciting than fucking his sister. And Bill brought her to a cunt-writhing climax.
Bill hardly paused for breath. New confidence kept his cock erect, despite the draining delight of orgasm with his mother. He grinned at her. "Now I want your ass."
"Oooh, no!" Peg's ass was still burning from the dog cock that caught her by surprise.
"It's not cherry. You gave it to a God damn dog, you can damn sure give it to me!"
Bill arched back and let his springy prick slide out of her rippling wet cunt.
The shaft glistened with a slick coating of smeared cum. He angled it down and poked the moist head between her trembling ass cheeks.
"Please don't!" she cried.
But he was already humping cock into her. Bill felt her tight, hot ass start to spread. It was tighter than her cunt, and tougher than his sister's cherry. Clenching spasms fought against him every inch of the way.
Bill's cock reminded her of what the dog had done. It made her guilt feelings swell into a flooding torrent of shame. First a dog and now her son was fucking her ass. Incest, sodomy and bestiality, all in one day.
Still Peg could not stop her ass from responding. It clenched against intrusion, but then rippled and welcomed violation. She gasped, trying to soothe her screaming conscience. Sex with a man had to be less shameful than with a dog-even if it was her young son delighting her now.
He saw the way her expression changed, soft lips pulled tight and into a grin. The misty haze of tears in her pale brown eyes cleared to a faraway look of rapture.
All the lonely, empty pain of widowhood washed away with her tears. Peg's sorrowful spirit felt refreshed, like a woman reborn. She had two men now, both younger than she was, both fierce with lewd passion for her, and both astoundingly virile.
She ass-fucked her son's driving cock in a frenzy of screaming delight, grinding her clit against the sharp ridge of his pelvic bone. That triggered another climax. Peg bucked and humped when she felt his cum spurt into her ass-hole.
Bill's eyes winced shut as his breath huffed. The delight of fucking ass made his mind swirl.
A virgin that morning, and now he had two women-his sexy mother and his younger sister. He couldn't help looking smug when her clinging ass-hole took his last shot and still rippled with anxious desire.
"Now I want you to suck my cock," he said, pressing to see how far she'd go.
"Not after it's been up my ass."
"You afraid it'll taste like doggie-jizz, Mom?"
"Please, don't keep reminding me of that. It won't happen again."
Bill eased his sagging cock from her ass. "It already has. Remember asking why all the dogs in the kennel were barking?"
"Yes-" That seemed years ago, a matter of slight concern now that her son had fucked both her pussy and ass.
"They're fucking Bonnie just like that Saint Bernard fucked you."
Peg's face paled. Her small body trembled as though blood in her veins had suddenly changed to ice water.
"N-n-no, not my innocent little girl!"
"Not so innocent any more. She's been dog-licked and dog-dicked at least a dozen times by now."
"Oooh, God!" Peg could only think that her whole family was going to hell...and that she was leading the way.
CHAPTER SIX
Greg Stanton started on the list of chores Peg wanted done. First was fixing the back door latch in the kennel, that could not be opened from the inside. Hearing a discordant chorus of barking and howling dogs as he approached, he knew there was something more wrong than a lock needing repair.
Inside the long, metal-roofed building he found all the male dogs running loose. Cage doors stood open, and they prowled in the center aisle. Greg and his faithful Saint Bernard started herding the free-roaming dogs back into cages.
He found most of them in a snarling scramble inside a cage marked Diablo. That had to be the black, devilish-looking Doberman that growled with fangs bared, when he approached the open door. Greg didn't want to get into a dog fight.
His first thought was to slam the wire mesh door locking the Dobie and four other dogs inside. He would sort them out later. But then he saw a young girl's cute little ass hanging out of the dog house door. And a slender, sinister-looking Irish wolfhound was humping into her from behind.
That had to be Peg's daughter. He glared at the Dobie. "Sit!"
The black dog gave a half-hearted snarl, but then obeyed. Diablo sat with his tongue hanging out, panting and wagging his stubby tail.
"Good boy." Greg took hold of the Doberman's choke chain. "Now, heel!"
Diablo followed him obediently, a well-trained dog anxious to please. Greg locked him in an empty cage with no name.
Then he cleared out the three other dogs.
By that time, the lanky Irish wolfhound had fired his load of dog jism into the girl's wringing cunt and then pulled out. Greg grabbed the sated dog's collar and led him away.
Coming back, he saw Bonnie crawling out of the dog house. She looked sad-eyed like a basset hound, stumbling weak-kneed toward the open door.
Greg caught the naked girl in his arms.
She cried, "Oooh, thank you."
He stroked a hand through her silky, red-golden hair and lightly fingered the smarting scratch marks on her lower back and trim little ass.
"I've been fucked by more dogs than I can count," she moaned.
"Don't worry. I've got them all back in their cages."
But, as Greg spoke so reassuringly, Bernie lapped the girl's ass with his rasping tongue. Her pussy and ass both dribbled dog jizz and the lecherous Saint Bernard liked the taste.
She cringed and jerked, grinding her small body hard against Greg's stiffening cock. Bonnie was only trying to get away from the dog's lewd, wagging tongue.
"Bernie, stop that!" he yelled.
The Saint sat down with a grumpy noise, still staring hungrily at her dripping pussy and ass.
"My brother did this to me! He tore my cherry, then tossed me to the dogs." Of course Bonnie said nothing about all she'd done to bring it on.
"You, your mom and him will have to straighten that out later," Greg said. "Right now, why don't we get you cleaned up? A nice hot bath will make you feel a lot better."
"I'd like that," she agreed.
Bonnie felt better already. She liked being held and looked after by the ruggedly handsome young man. And the pressure of his big cock against her dog-raped pussy made her tingle and squirm despite all she'd been through.
"My name's Greg, by the way. Greg Stanton. I'm going to be helping out around here this summer."
She grinned. "I know. We saw how you were helping Mother...you and your Saint Bernard."
"Oooh-"
"That's what started all this," Bonnie went on.
"I met your brother. He seems like a nice boy."
"He's all right. If I liked boys. I think someone older and more experienced is what I need."
Greg grinned as they circled the main house, heading toward the guest cottage out back. "Sounds like Bill is getting more experience right now."
Bonnie stopped outside the living room window and listened closely. She could hear her brother's lusty grunts and a woman's gurgling moans. "Who's he got now?"
"I think that's your mother." Greg winked slyly. "The voice sounds familiar."
The old farm house had a raised foundation that put the window too high for Bonnie to see through. She strained on tiptoes, gripping the sill, jumping up to see in.
Greg watched her ripening young tits jiggle. Dog jism and traces of blood from her freshly torn cherry were dripping out of her pussy, filling the still, summer air with a scent that made the lumbering Saint Bernard sniff anxiously and paw the ground.
Inside, Peg's strangled moans of delight grew steadily louder.
"Lift me up!" the girl begged.
"Sure you want to watch?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I got sooo excited watching her with you!"
"Well, then-" Greg gripped her slender waist from behind, lifting and ducking his head between her legs. She sat on his shoulders when he straightened up.
Bonnie was naked and unashamed, warmed by the summer sun and the sex noises coming from inside the house. Peering under a window shade pulled down not quite to the bottom of the glass, she saw her mother on her knees by the couch.
Peg's hands clamped on Bill's naked ass cheeks, indenting his taut flesh while he fucked his long, slender cock down his mother's throat.
Bonnie gulped. "Ohhh, my God! She's sucking his cock. He's cumming in her mouth. He's got so much jism it makes her cheeks puff. It's dribbling down her chin, dropping on her tits-"
The girl's voice pitched higher as she went on with the play-by-play like an excited sports-caster, "-now she's fondling and milking his balls to get more!"
Clenching waves of motion stirred the flood of dog jism and cherry stain that filled Bonnie's cunt to its quivering lips. That slick flow and her fragrant fuck honey anointed the back of Greg's neck.
Her warm, sun-bronzed thighs hugged his cheeks and he felt her tender young cunt squirming wet and wild at the base of his skull. Greg's big cock swelled harder, like it was trying to rip out of his pants. An anxious heartbeat hammered it full of lusty blood.
Once at the ski resort where he worked, he spent a night with a mother and daughter combination. What a night that was! The mother wanted her young daughter broken in right, not by some fumbling kid in the back seat of a car. So she sucked and clit-licked the girl hot for him, then Greg popped her cherry while the mother watched-getting so hot that he fucked her next.
Now Greg had visions of an even nicer time with these two. Peg was good and her young daughter might be even better. The way her wet pussy hugged and pumped at the back of his neck made his cock ache.
But little Bonnie was not yet a complete wanton. Her stomach began to seethe and churn when she thought about swallowing jism. She couldn't help thinking her mother was a real slut-first fucking a young man and his dog and now sucking off her own son!
"What a bitch!" Bonnie moaned.
Watching her mother with Bill helped ease her own guilty conscience. She had climaxed dozens of times with dogs in the kennel.
"Let's go back," she said suddenly.
"Back where?" Greg only wanted to get her into the guest cottage.
"To the kennel. I want to send some dogs into the house. Diablo, the Great Dane and that bulldog named Winston."
"You really want to do that?"
"Yes, and I want to watch. Mom's always been such a prude!"
"Okay."
Greg eased back from the window and set Bonnie back on her feet. The love-hate relationship between mothers and daughters had always intrigued him.
They walked back to the kennel together. Bonnie put a leash on Diablo and let him out. Greg got Winston, the jowly bulldog with stubby legs, and a towering Great Dane that stood taller than his waist.
Bonnie led the way, straining to hold Diablo. The lean, black dog seemed to sense that something exciting was about to happen. Greg followed, leading the other two-an oddly mismatched pair. The bulldog's belly, cock and balls barely cleared the ground. If the black and white Dane reared up, he would stand taller than a man, and Greg could see the big dog had a cock most men would envy.
Diablo tugged at his leash and pulled Bonnie up the front steps, drawn by the sound of human sex noises inside the house and by the scent of sweaty lust that only a dog's sensitive nose could detect outside.
"Ssshhh!" she cautioned, when the Dobie yipped anxiously, clawing at the front door. Bonnie opened it quietly and then let Diablo off his leash. The dog barked and ran into the house, anxiously sniffing the air.
Greg let the bulldog and Great Dane off their leashes too. They followed the Doberman-one waddling like an ugly duckling, the other with bounding leaps twice the length of a man's stride.
Bonnie closed the door behind them. "Quick, let's go back to the window. Put me on your shoulders again, so I can watch."
Peg groaned lewdly when Bill eased his drained cock from her mouth. She licked and smacked her lips, swallowing his last spurt of cum. His long, rubbery shaft drooped with a pearly drop still clinging to his cum slit. She flicked out her tongue and licked it off.
Bill liked having his mother on her knees, humbled and shamed like a slave. "I gotta rest a few minutes. Get me another beer."
"Yes, dear." Peg stood up and swelled her luscious tits with a sigh of resignation. Now that she'd fucked and sucked off her son, the woman knew she would never be a normal mother again.
In the kitchen, she uncapped a frosty, long-necked bottle of beer. Walking back, Peg felt both shame and a sense of exhilaration. It thrilled her, having two virile young men, after so long with no man at all.
But wanting them both presented a new problem. Would her two anxious young men be jealous of each other? And where would Bonnie fit in?
Peg was lost in deep thought when she handed Bill his second bottle of beer. He sat naked on the couch with his long legs spread, smiling up at her like a sultan with his newest slave girl. "How 'bout a glass?"
She gritted her teeth, not at all pleased with the way Bill was taking control. But what could she say? If she argued, he'd only remind her of how she had shamed herself by fucking with a big dog.
As though the sound came from her nagging conscience, Peg heard barking and yipping in the front hall. She stepped back into the living room and shook her head. Diablo rushed at her, with his tongue hanging out.
He sniffed and lapped at her pussy. Licking Bonnie's pussy taught him that human bitches enjoyed that. But this woman screamed and staggered back, trying to push him away. "Stop that! Damn you!"
The Dobie gave a menacing growl, and then the Great Dane came bounding into the room, followed by the waddling bulldog with droopy jowls and rubbery lips dribbling spit.
Peg cried, "Ohhh, Jeeezus!"
She had always liked dogs before this. They frightened her now.
Bill laughed. "Your friend Greg must have turned them loose. He knows how you love dogs!"
"Make them stop!" his mother screamed hysterically.
The Doberman dodged her flailing arms and licked at her cunt. The Great Dane got behind her and bowed his head down to lick her ass-hole. Both dogs had acquired a taste for jism and human bitch juices. The slobbering bulldog paced anxiously back and forth, not tall enough to reach either hole.
Peg whirled and tried to push the Great Dane away, but then the Doberman licked his raspy tongue between her legs from behind. She howled, turned back and tripped over the bulldog.
Winston yelped as she went down, crashing on her back on the living room rug.
"Billy, help me!" his mother screamed.
He bristled at being called a little boy's name. "Help yourself. You know what they want."
Bill laughed and pulled at his beer, forgetting that he'd asked for a glass. Watching his mother try to fight off three sex-crazed dogs with stiff cocks was much more exciting.
She rolled over, dragged herself up on her hands and knees and tried to crawl away. Diablo saw her in the bitch dog position and leaped to pump at her with his pointed cock.
He pawed her back with his front legs, gripping to hang on while she twisted and squirmed. The Dobie's hips blurred behind her, fucking wildly even before his sharp cock could find the hole.
He jabbed hot doggie prick at her ass one time and her pussy the next, but Peg's frantic bucking and writhing kept him from rooting his anxious cock in either one.
The blurring fast thrusts drove Peg forward, between the towering Dane's front legs. She jarred to a stop and gasped in shock, when she saw his big dog cock hanging down in front of her head.
The moment she paused, stricken with disgust, gave Diablo the chance he needed. He humped forward, clawing her sides with his front paws, and fucked into her pussy with hot, stabbing fast thrusts.
"Oooh!" Peg gasped with her mouth gaping. Because she'd sucked and swallowed her son's jism, her mouth smelled like a fuck hole to the Great Dane. He hunkered down and pumped his hips at her head.
"Nnnooo! Ummmphhh!" Now Peg had a dog cock in her cunt and her mouth at the same time. The Dane's jabbing thrusts rocked her head back under his belly. It felt like he might break her neck.
Peg was on her hands and knees, pinned between two fucking dogs. The black Dobie burned her pussy with the friction of blurring fast thrusts. The Dane jarred all her other senses and filled her mouth with a bitter dog taste.
Bill calmly went on sipping his beer, watching the bulldog waddle beneath her. Peg's tingling clit bulged from its juicy sheath, and he licked it with a tongue like two pounds of raw liver.
Greg lifted Bonnie to peer through the window. She giggled and squirmed, clenching her hot dripping cunt against the back of his neck. "God, she's doing all three at once!"
Bill heard her and saw his little sister's bright, leering eyes peer under the window shade. "Guess what? Bonnie's watching again."
Peg shuddered and moaned in despair. She was being fucked by one dog and forced by his hammering thrusts to suck another, while a third licked her clit with a slobbering big tongue. That was all bad enough. Knowing that her young daughter was watching made it even worse.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Diablo's pointed dog prick burned in her pussy, pumping so hard and fast that it felt like her fuck honey had started to boil. The sleek black dog's blurring thrusts rammed her under the towering Dane, making her whole body tremble as she sucked his man-sized cock.
A white sheath of fur slipped back, pushed by her quivering lips. Hot, slimy red cock prodded the soft back of her mouth. Peg moaned disconsolate noises, down on her hands and knees, under one dog and being ridden by another.
And the bulldog's meaty big tongue kept lapping at her cunt slit, noisily slurping down her simmering sex juices. His rough tongue lashed her swollen clit bud, firing obscene shocks of eerie delight into her, with each stroke.
The bulldog made hungry, growling noises, rocking back and forth beneath her on his stubby legs. His bulbous head and blubbery jowls burrowed deep into her wet crotch. The dog grew increasingly anxious.
Bill smiled. "Hey, Ma...licking your cunt isn't enough for old Winston. You better make him happy, or he'll eat you alive."
"Wh-what m-m-more can I do?" The words came distorted by the Great Dane's big cock jamming into her mouth.
"Jack him off," Bill suggested.
He watched with the unemotional curiosity of a scientist conducting laboratory experiments. He was enjoying his sexy mother's displeasure and wondering how far she would go.
Peg moaned and reached a trembling hand under the bulldog's stout, low-slung body. Winston pumped his muscular hips, making frenzied fuck motions while licking and nipping at her pussy lips. She felt his meaty cock and swaying ball sac fill the palm of her small hand.
Winston growled contentedly. She fondled his cock in its furry sheath and teased his heavy balls with her wavering fingertips, gasping and moaning as the other two dog cocks drilled into her mouth and cunt.
She stroked back the furry outer cover of flesh and felt Winston's slimy hot prick slide in the palm of her hand. The pointed shape intrigued her. So did the sleekness. It was not ridged with bulging veins like a man's cock. It felt more like a burning hot brass nozzle.
And the bulldog's balls swayed in a pouch of soft, slick fur that tantalized her teasing fingers. The strange new sensations of animal sex delighted and tormented her, but Peg softly gripped Winston's cock and began to jack him off.
Her small, ripe body rocked back and forth above him, rammed forward by Diablo's pussy-spearing cock, thrust back by the Dane fucking into her mouth. She pumped Winston's doggie prick faster, thrilled and appalled by the feel of it, in her gliding hand.
Peg was sobbing, thinking a woman could sink no lower than this-dog fucking and sucking and jacking another one off.
Her pleasure defied explanation. Even knowing that her son, her daughter and her handsome young lover were watching every move added spice to the bestial passion that boiled through her veins.
Pulsing tremors of climax seethed in her cunt, clenching and surging the fuck muscles that gripped the Doberman's cock. Her throat rippled and sucked on the Dane, delighting them both, and her hand moved faster beneath the bulldog.
Bonnie sat perched on Greg Stanton's broad shoulders outside, hugging his neck with her creamy smooth thighs, oozing her sex juices down his back.
She peered under the partly closed window shade. "Jeeez! The Dobie is balling her brains out. And she's sucking the Dane and hand-jacking a bulldog!"
"A three dog night," Greg remarked with a lewd grin.
"What?" Bonnie had heard the expression before, but never knew what it meant.
Stanton explained. "Men who drive dog sleds...when it's bitter cold, they let one of the dogs sleep in their bed. Colder than that, they need two dogs to stay warm. When it's really bad, it's a three dog night."
"They're keeping Mom warm all right!" The girl laughed. "She's going into orgasm! Wow...I get hot just watching. Three dog cocks at once! What a bitch!"
Peg's balance was precarious even before the contractions of climax began. She was hunched on her knees, braced now with only one hand. The lusty little widow swayed and trembled, sucking harder on the Dane's cock to steady herself.
She caressed Winston's weighty balls each time her hand slid down to the root of his cock. He humped back at her ecstatically, licking and sucking her dog-fucked cunt until her fuck honey was a shimmering froth.
She moaned. "Aaaggghhh!"
Diablo came first. The sleek black body hunched over her ass tensed and trembled. His sharp pointed cock twitched and spat searing hot jets of dog jism. Peg squealed sounds of wild rapture, then the Dane rammed deep in her throat and fired too.
Twin streams of dog jism burned into her. One filled the depths of her pussy. The other slid down her throat. like two raging floods of liquid fire, they surged toward each other. Peg felt wrenching spasms when the two streams of jism clashed in the pit of her gut. She gurgled and moaned, clenching her warm hand and the bulldog's cock began jetting too.
His spurting, silver-white cum splattered the rug between her bent knees. Watching the one jetting cock she could see clearly gave Bonnie a good idea what the other two were doing inside her mother.
"She's got them all going now! And she's cumming with them! Oooh, God...she's cumming sooo hard!"
Bonnie's firm young thighs clamped like a vise around Greg's neck and trembled as though spasms of climax had somehow passed from mother to daughter through the window glass.
Greg said, "You must need some of what she's getting."
"Yeeesss! Oh God, yes! I can't just watch. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel a man's big cock!"
Learned scholars might discuss Peg Foster's deviant behavior for weeks and still miss the most obvious conclusion-that she simply enjoyed sex and felt no need to limit that pleasure to animals of her own kind. She loved dogs in a way few people are able to understand.
Peg screamed as her grinding climax reached a shivering peak. The Great Dane's drained cock popped out of her gaping mouth. She heaved a long sigh as the sharp tremors of orgasm started to fade.
She flopped on her back and tried to regain her breath. All three dogs licked her adoringly. Diablo tongued the dripping cunt he'd just fucked. The Dane slathered her smiling face and the bulldog licked her heaving tits.
Bill finished his beer, stunned by his mother's responses. She squirmed on the floor under three licking dog tongues, cooing and making throaty animal noises.
A sliver of sunlight came through the crack under the window shade. It slanted across nipples that sheened with sweat and dog spit. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out while the Great Dane bent over her. She was French kissing a dog! Peg sucked his tongue into her mouth and pushed back with her own.
Winston waddled away from her tits, sniffing at her splayed cunt. Diablo was still licking, but the horny bulldog nosed him aside. She laughed distractedly. "What's the matter, boy? Wasn't my hand good enough for you?"
Obviously not. The squat, powerfully built dog reared up and lunged forward, straddling her slender waist with his stubby front legs. Peg giggled like a delighted school girl. She sprawled on her back with legs spread, knees raised, and the bulldog wedged himself between them.
He pumped his hips, grumbling and growling, thrusting to find her reeking cunt slit.
"Oooh, Winston! You've got the best doggie prick of them all. It's so thick and hot! Oooh, yes! That's it! Fuck me, you ugly bastard! Fuck me right out of my mind!"
Winston braced his stubby hind legs to jab powerful thrusts into her cunt. His hairy upper body pressed on her belly, pulsing with warmth. His clawed front feet raked her sides to gain leverage.
Peg arched her ass off the floor and humped back at him, squealing and howling as she took his jack-hammering cock into her. The Doberman and Great Dane stood by her head, both watching curiously, with panting tongues hanging out.
She reached a hand up on each side and fondled the pair of dog cocks that flanked her tossing head. "Oooh! Aaahhh! Hhhmmm! Give it to me, Winston. Give me all you've got!"
The bulldog wagged his stubby little tail each time she said his name. That reamed his hard driving cock side-to-side in her clinging cunt hole. At the same time, Peg started jacking-off the other two, deftly teasing and fondling their pointed pricks, while finger stroking their hairy ball sacs.
Her deft, smooth gliding hands teased them both to eruption. Both dogs hunkered down, yelping anxiously as their cocks fired. Peg lewdly aimed the spitting, silver-white streams of cum at her heaving tits.
Dog jism splashed on her swollen nipples, hot, slick and sticky. The warmth flowed into her and Peg writhed delightedly. Winston growled and came to a climax a moment later. He tensed, snarling through a tightly clenched jaw while his cock fired.
"Three at once!" the woman cried. "I have dog jism in me and on me! And I love it! I want more! Get more dogs from the kennel. Please, Bill!"
He muttered, "Ohhh, shit!"
He left the room, feeling that his hold over her had been broken. There was no shaming a bitch who liked fucking with dogs, and no way Bill could watch any more.
"Please, Bill! Bring me the wolfhound, the black Lab and any other big dog you can find!"
He growled. "Bitch! You belong in a cage with the rest of them!" t t t
Greg took Bonnie to the guest cottage. They filled the bathtub with soothing warm water and soaked naked together, softly caressing each other with soapy hands. After rough sex with her brother and gang rape by a pack of snarling dogs, she shivered ecstatically with each tender, gliding touch.
He fondled her budding young tits, and she stroked his big cock underwater, stirring a miniature whirlpool as she whipped her anxious hand up and down the long shaft.
His tanned, ruggedly handsome face and restless, yearning eyes enthralled her. Greg liked her small body and soft features. She had a doll-like look of sweet innocence despite all she'd been through in the kennel. To Bonnie that seemed like a bad nightmare now, that faded when he smiled at her and that vanished completely when they kissed.
The Saint Bernard waited patiently while they toweled each other dry. Then he padded along behind them when Greg took her to the bedroom.
"I don't think your mom expected you to be in it when she made the bed up for me," Greg said.
Bonnie giggled and tossed back the bedcovers. "What can she say? She fucks her own son and then goes at it with three dogs."
"She's made some startling discoveries in a short time," he said.
Bonnie stretched out on the bed, spreading her legs and sliding her hands down to finger her freshly washed pussy slit. "That's what I want to do...discover what a man's big cock feels like inside me."
"You don't mind that it was in your mother not long ago?"
"I don't mind at all. That makes it all the more exciting for me."
Greg climbed on the bed and knelt between her spread legs. Bonnie shivered and sighed anxiously, teasing her clit to bring up the lubricating warmth of her simmering fuck honey. His stiff, throbbing cock was so big now, it frightened her.
He grinned, watching her eyes widen, then bowed his head and kissed her quivering cunt lips. Greg lazed his tongue through her sparse young pussy fur and nibbled at her cunt that was cherry until a short time ago.
His wagging tongue still caught tangy, copper-tasting traces of seeping blood. The wound was still fresh, and he knew his cock would make it much bigger. He sucked and tongued into her.
"Aaahhh!" She sighed, arching and bucking her hips. His tongue wiggled into the freshly torn seal of her maidenhead. He sucked and teased with gentle thrusts to widen the split in her tender flesh.
The sharp tips of a dozen dog pricks had not thoroughly enlarged the painful tear. Greg probed with his tongue and twirled her nipples at the same time. Bonnie twisted and squirmed, heaving ragged gasps of hot breath in and out.
"I want to sleep here with you," she moaned. "I don't want to go back in the big house with my brother, my mother and those awful big dogs!"
"I've got a big dog too," he reminded her.
"Yes, I know...but he seems so gentle."
Greg flashed an inviting smile. "So am I. Why don't you get on top the first time? You can let yourself down easy."
"Hhhmmm," she purred. "I think that's a good idea!"
He turned on his back and stretched out beside her, folding his hands behind his head. Greg's massive cock stood fully hard, slanting toward his chin.
"Can I suck it first?" she asked.
"Sure, baby. You can do anything you want."
Bonnie's soft lips began to quiver. She hunched on her knees and bent over him, bowing her head down. Warm, tender young hands gripped his cock root and raised the knobbed head. The girl held her breath, shivering in delighted anticipation.
She said, "I feel like a virgin. like this is my first time. The first with someone I really want."
Greg gave her a delighted little grin. The girl's hands lovingly fondled his rigid cock shaft, gliding timidly up and down. The length and girth of it made her fearful, but the sleek, damp warmth of desire was seeping from her cunt slit.
Bonnie circled her lips and shyly kissed the swollen knob of his cockhead. She felt sparkling tremors course down her spine, heating her simmering sex juices even more.
"God, it's sooo big. And so beautiful!"
She opened her mouth and sealed her lips around the soft ridge between his cockhead and the steely hard shaft. Bonnie sucked and stroked her tongue over the ball-like head that nearly filled her tiny mouth.
"Yuuummm," she cooed.
Greg's recently washed cock had a fresh, clean taste that entranced her. Bonnie began to bob her head up and down, casting her eyes on his handsome face. Being with such a great-looking guy made her worst memories start to fade. The things her brother and the dogs had done seemed far away and foggy in her young mind.
Her rippling lips inched down his hard shaft, sucking so that her cheeks collapsed to sheath the thick rod of flesh in her clinging, damp warmth.
The rubbery big cock-knob pushed to the back of her mouth. Bonnie gasped and made an anxious, gurgling noise. She knew her mother had sucked his cock all the way to the root, but now Bonnie could not imagine how any woman could swallow that much.
Bonnie's throat clenched and quivered around the padded head of his cock. She kept pressing down, but the straining fullness in her wet tunnel made her want to gag.
Greg pulled back. "Turn around. The angle's not right. Straddle my head and approach it the other way."
She giggled. "If I do that, you'll eat my pussy while I'm sucking your cock."
"That's the idea. I want you really hot when we fuck for the first time."
"Oooh, Greg! I love you! You're the most wonderful man in the world!"
Still purring throaty love noises, she swiveled around and straddled his head, pressing her sparsely furred pussy slit to his waiting mouth.
Bonnie felt his tongue flick her clit bud. Surging tremors of joy shot up her spine and made her mouth widen. Her throat rippled and lost the tightness of constricting fear. She pressed her head down and felt the entry to her sleek tunnel expand.
Greg's big cock eased into her clinging throat. His tongue wiggled and teased her cunt slit. Bonnie gasped choked noises of absolute rapture and rammed her head down, breathing a deep, strangled moan as his cock filled her throat.
He fucked his tongue into her cunt and teased around the torn rim of her cherry, tasting faint traces of blood which seeped even more because of her intense pussy writhing. Bonnie was even more eager and more anxious for hot sex than her widowed mother. Greg could not help thinking that having both of them at his beck and call would make this a great summer!
Her reddish-gold hair fanned around his prick root, silky soft and shimmering radiantly as she bobbed her head, pulling with her lips to swallow all the hot cock length that she possibly could.
The girl's dazzled eyes widened when she saw there were still three inches of cock she hadn't sucked in. Its throbbing thickness filled her throat so that she couldn't see how she could take in any more.
But Greg was fucking his tongue in her cunt, delighting her with each wiggling thrust. Her pussy seethed and squirmed, rippling wildly to keep a taut grasp on him. She swayed on her knees, rocking back and forth between his stiff cock and the tongue fucking her cunt.
Her throat strained to swallow another inch, gulping and groaning, so choked with delicious big cock that she could not breathe when she bowed her head down. Bonnie bobbed her head up, gulped a breath and sucked him in again.
Greg arched his back and began to push, making fuck motions with his muscle-strapped hips. He tongued her sweet young cunt and pumped his prick down her clinging throat. Bonnie's lithe, trim body twisted and squirmed in wild rapture, swirling her tawny hair as her head bobbed faster.
She slammed down to the root of his cock and felt blonde pubic hair tickle her soft lips. Bonnie gasped and gurgled sounds of sheer delight. She had done it! She had swallowed all of his big cock!
Her lungs burned for lack of breath, but she kept her head down and fondled his balls, teasing to make him cum. Greg's thrusting, clit-fucking tongue had whipped her pussy almost to orgasm. In a few seconds she knew they would both climax together.
This was more like she had always dreamed sex would be-loving and warm and more exciting than anything else in this world. Just thinking about Greg's rugged good looks made her shiver with pleasure.
She felt his massive cock twitch and surge, then she felt a rushing hot blast of wet cum gush deep in her throat. So deep she could not taste it, only feel the sticking, sliding warmth gloss her rippling tunnel of sucking flesh.
Bonnie slowly raised her head and caught the briny, salt-sweet taste when his jetting cockhead slipped out of her throat and throbbed inside her mouth.
Now his spurting hot jism blurred her senses, tingling her taste buds in a way that made her heart beat wildly. Her cheeks puffed as he kept pumping the delicious stuff into her mouth. Her throat rippled and gurgled when she tried to swallow.
Greg slathered her tongue and filled her mouth so that silvery cum dribbled from her tightly sealed lips. Her orgasm exploded at the same moment. Bonnie's mouth burst wide to scream in wild rapture. Dribbling cum came out of her mouth as she climaxed in a wiggling, hip-pounding fit of delight.
The big Saint Bernard waiting patiently at the foot of the bed caught the scent of his master's cum and the reeking scent of the bitch girl's cunt. Instinct hardened his red, pointed cock. His big meaty tongue slobbered spit on the floor.
Bonnie had forgotten all about the dog, but Bernie was about to remind he was still there.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Peg Foster felt restless when she finished with the three dogs and dejected when her son Bill refused to get more from the kennel. He got a six pack of beer from the fridge and said he was going down by the creek to cool off.
"I'll go with you," she said.
"No," he answered sternly. "I want to be by myself for awhile."
Watching his mother delight herself with three dogs upset the boy more than he realized. The sight of her disgusted him now-standing there naked with animal cum and claw scratches all over her body.
When he stalked out of the room, Peg started to weep tears of remorse. It wasn't hard to figure out what troubled her son. As the last shocks of lewd pleasure that came from being fucked by a bulldog began to fade, she felt shivering chills of shame take their place.
Peg washed herself and put a soothing first aid cream on her scratches. Then she dressed in fresh clothes and took the dogs back to the kennel-Diablo, the sinister-looking black Doberman, the towering Great Dane and Winston, the lumbering bulldog.
It took half an hour to get all the dogs back into their right cages. Peg forced herself to think of them just as animals, not as lusty sex partners. She wanted to blank all thoughts of bestiality from her mind now.
But when she started back to the house, Peg heard her daughter's shrill wails of rapture coming from the room she'd fixed for Greg. Her heart skipped a beat, then her face paled and tensed with a grim look of jealousy.
Bonnie was fucking the ruggedly handsome, young drifter. The widow heard babbled phrases that left no doubt about what they were doing.
"Oooh, Greg! Your cock is so big! And my pussy must be tighter than mother's."
"It sure is, doll! And still part-cherry."
"Not for long!" Bonnie cried. "Aaagh! I can feel what's left of it start to tear!"
Peg muttered angry, jealous curses under her breath. She stalked toward the window. Then she stopped, remembering how sick and shameful she thought it was when her children spied on her. But Bonnie's wailing voice pulled her toward the window like a magnet.
"My cherry is ripping apart. Your cock is so big, it hurts more than my first time!"
"But it hurts the way you like it," Greg replied in a rasping deep voice.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!"
Standing on tiptoes, Peg could see over the window sill. They had not pulled the shade all the way down. Through a two-inch gap at the bottom, she could see her daughter hunched over the handsome young drifter who had fueled her own smoldering desire for sex.
But now her young daughter was slowly letting herself down on Greg's magnificent big cock, wincing and squirming as it tore through the remains of her cherry.
Peg's fluttering eyes clamped shut, straining to stop a flood of tears. Her son had fucked his sister first and then left her for the dogs. Now Greg had her and was delighting the girl, letting her take her time getting settled on his upright cock. no
Peg felt biting pangs of mixed emotion. First guilt for all she had done. Then a crushing sadness watching her innocent daughter who wasn't so innocent any more. Finally, seething jealousy because Peg wanted to be with Greg instead.
She thought he was all that might save her from an insidious fascination with animal sex. But he was now fascinated with her young daughter's tight, willing young cunt.
Shimmering streaks of red cherry stain glossed his vein-ridged cockshaft when Bonnie raised up on her knees, gasping and moaning, clenching his massive fuck muscle in her sparsely-haired cunt slit.
Bonnie had not yet found the courage to push all the way down. She swayed for a moment high on her knees with lips taut and tears of anguished delight flowing down her suntanned cheeks.
"It's too big!" she moaned. "I can't take it all!"
Peg wanted to scream: I can! I love his big cock! But chilling shame kept her lips tightly sealed. It wasn't right for her to be watching like a Peeping Tom-watching her beautiful young daughter skewer herself on the cock Peg so adored. She groaned desperately.
Greg smiled. "You can do it, Bonnie. Just let yourself go! Drop on that big fucker. It only' hurts for a little while. Then you'll feel pleasure beyond pain."
"Hhhhmmmm?" she purred questioningly wavering on her knees with only the head of his long spear-like cock wedged in the quivering mouth of her soft, wet cunt slit.
Peg felt apprehension just as she had the first time Greg stuck it all in her. Her pussy clenched, just as though he was about to do it again. She felt envy, but not the terrible gnawing jealousy she had felt before.
Half under her breath, the widow muttered, "Go on, Bonnie! You can do it. Show him. Fuck that beautiful big cock, baby! Fuck him to death!"
The window was closed, so Bonnie could not have heard her muttered words of encouragement, but the idea reached her in some unspoken way. Bonnie gritted her teeth and rammed her ass down, taking Greg's cock all the way to the root.
A piercing scream rattled the window glass. Bonnie jerked back up, wincing and writhing and crying. "My God!"
Peg could see heavier stains of red virgin blood smeared along the whole length of Greg's cock and felt a chill of sympathy for her daughter.
But Bonnie's pained look quickly brightened to a smile. She tossed her head back and dropped on him again, swiveling her hips as she rammed down.
"Good!" Peg exclaimed through gritted teeth. "Tear the last of your cherry away. Fuck him, baby...fuck him good!"
That time Bonnie did hear her. She glanced toward the window and saw her mother's eyes staring intently from outside. The girl laughed. "Look who's peeking now."
Greg turned his head toward the window, and smiled. "I don't think that's right, do you, Bonnie? I think what we're all doing should be out in the open, don't you?"
"I-I guess so."
Bonnie was bobbing faster now, lifting and dropping her lithe young body on Greg's upraised cock like a wanton, gasping and squealing in wild rapture.
"Let's invite her in," Greg suggested.
"To do what?"
Bonnie was used to the thrilling strain of a man's big cock in her now, and she did not want to share it with anyone.
"To sit on my face, like you're sitting on my cock. I can eat her and fuck you at the same time."
Bonnie giggled without missing a beat, bobbing and writhing her cute little ass over him. Glimmering fuck honey from her anxious cunt slicked Greg's cock and diluted the smears of cherry stain to a rosy red glow.
"That might be fun." She grinned lewdly and crooked a finger, wiggling it to invite her mother in.
Peg hesitated a moment, but her clenching pussy was so hot and wet she could not resist. She ran to the door and went in, stripping off her clean clothes on the run. The idea of sharing a man with her pretty young daughter was so deliciously obscene that she could not resist.
"Mother and daughter," Greg mused as she climbed up on the bed. "This is real togetherness."
The lusty widow straddled his handsome face. "Shut up, Greg. Eat my pussy. I want to see if you're as good as the dogs."
Bonnie's eyes locked with her mother's. For a moment they were both rigidly still, wracked by anxiety as the normal bond between mother and daughter crumbled away. Then they both grinned and a new feeling was bora. A splendidly lewd sensation gripped them both.
Their heads came forward and their lips touched. It wasn't a maternal kiss, but pure passion, fresh and thrillingly new. They mauled their wet lips together and thrust tongues back and forth, sucking each other without shame.
Peg gasped. "Oooh, baby! I love you!"
"I love you too, Mom! Eat her, Greg. Make her cum with me."
Greg nodded his head, grinding his nose on Peg's tingling wet clit bud. Shocks of pleasure made her twist and squirm, squealing in rapture. Bonnie fondled her mother's lush tits, twirling her nipples to make the woman wail even more.
Mrs. Foster gazed bleary-eyed at her beautiful daughter, seething with frenzied delight when the girl's loving hands made her tits and nipples swell and surge with spreading heat. She cupped Bonnie's smaller young tits and returned the favor.
Greg could see the two of them when Peg lifted her dripping cunt slit to feel just the wiggling tip of his tongue tease her clit. Mother and daughter were kissing again, fucking their tongues back and forth while they fondled each other's breasts.
Bonnie pumped and twisted her hips, reaming and delighting her tight young pussy. Her mother sighed and whirled her hips, humping over Greg's head to feel his tongue thrust into her delighted hole.
"Oooh! I'm cumming! Bonnie, cum with me, darling. That will make it just perfect!"
"Yes, Mom. I'm almost there. Greg's cock is so great! God, it makes me feel like a real woman!"
Her pussy clenched and squirmed, making squishy noises as she lurched up and down, thrilling her mother's tits with grasping hands at the same time.
Greg decided it was time to give both his luscious bitches a treat. He brought his hands up and wet his middle fingers with honey that dripped and oozed from Bonnie's wonderfully tight little pussy.
With both middle fingers slick and sheening, he reached his long arms in opposite directions. One settled under Bonnie's cute bobbing little ass and the other settled with the middle finger sticking up toward her mother's trim ass-hole.
He teased around both puckered rims, delighting their ass-holes with delicate finger strokes that made them both gasp and wail. Slowly, he pushed into them-both beautiful asses at once. They had both taken dog cocks from behind, so the eerie sense of intrusion was not entirely new. But Greg wiggled his ass-probing fingers in a way that ignited a fierce surging of pleasure in them both.
Mother and daughter wailed at the same time. Their wringing tight asses writhed and burned. Their pussies flooded honey, ripe with the scent of musk. They both climaxed, kissing and sucking and thrusting their tongues, fondling their tits like a pair of shameless wantons lost in wild rapture, which was exactly what they were now.
Bernie, the hulking big Saint Bernard smelled two hot bitches and almost went out of his mind. His howling wails of frustration mixed with their delighted cries of orgasm.
Greg sighed. "Poor Bernie...he feels left out."
Bonnie's shrill wail settled into a lewd giggle as the shivering peak of her first great orgasm with a man's big cock started a downward slide into weary bliss.
"Why don't you let him fuck my mother?" she said to Greg.
"He's done that. I think Bernie would rather have you."
"Nooo!" the girl cried, rising high on her knees.
Greg's finger slipped out of her ass. Bonnie remembered the shame and torment of being dog-raped in the kennel. And she remembered how often that made her climax. For some reason, she did not want her mother to see anything like that.
"I think a doggie prick up her ass would be good for my little girl. Bernie does it sooo well!"
Mrs. Foster clamped her hands on Bonnie's shoulders and rammed the girl down on Greg's cock again. The hot, clinging tightness of her young cunt kept him hard. She gasped and shuddered as his huge prick filled her again.
"Come on, Bernie!" Peg said. "Fuck Bonnie's sexy ass. With blood from her cherry smeared all around the rim, it must smell like a real bitch hole to you now."
The bed lurched under the three of them when Bernie leaped up on the mattress behind Bonnie. Peg pulled her daughter's head forward, making the girl bow.
"Eat me!" Peg humped her wet cunt at the girl's gaping mouth. "Suck mother's pussy and make me cum!"
"Nooo!" Bonnie groaned.
Bernie raised up and mounted her, dog-style from behind. His furry body pushed her down harder on Greg's cock and jammed her mouth at Peg's begging pussy.
"Suck it, you little bitch! Lick your mother's clit. You've got two cocks...give me your tongue so we can share the pleasure."
The big Saint Bernard pumped his hips in a furry blur, probing blindly until his sharp-pointed dog cock found the tightly clenched rim of her ass-hole.
Bonnie howled, speared by the dog and his master at the same time. Her pussy and ass both strained and pulsed with the heat of furious friction. Trying to wiggle away from the dog only increased the strain of Greg's cock in her cunt. Jerking back from him for relief made the Saint's hot, slimy dog prick go farther into her ass.
And the dog's hammering thrusts made her head bob, causing her lips to jar and jounce all around her mother's cunt slit. Greg was still sprawled on his back beneath them. Peg pressed forward to feel the tingling thrill of her daughter's mouth on her cunt, and he thrust with his tongue to tease the widow's ripe ass.
The girl felt repulsed by the sharp, musky taste of her mother's cunt, but when Greg and the dog both rammed their cocks into her, Bonnie's tongue stuck out from the strain. She licked Peg's buttery clit nub and heard her mother wail with joy.
Peg liked having two tongues in her almost as much as she did two cocks. And one of them being her own daughter's made it all the more delightful.
She screamed. "Eat me, both of you! Lick and suck this bitch until she cums!"
Looking down her daughter's back, Peg saw the slobbering Saint Bernard fucking Bonnie's ass with furious fast thrusts that she knew would make the girl's ass burn and smoke with lewd pleasure. Peg grinned at the dog. "Give it to her, Bernie. Make my bitch daughter love dog cock like I do!"
For one brief moment, Mrs. Foster regretted admitting that she liked sex with the dogs. But then gave up all pretense and accepted her perverse desires. If she could not help giving into perversion, then she would share it. If her daughter also became a dog lover, the restless widow would not feel so terribly alone. t t t
Bill took a cooling swim in the creek and downed a couple of beers while sprawled naked on the grassy bank. He enjoyed the solitude at first, but then began to wish his sister was there.
She was the first to feel his horny cock and he wanted to do it again. He wanted to fuck her pussy and ass, and he wanted their bitch mother to watch. Why not? What was the terrible shame? They both fucked dogs and came to a climax with the growling beasts. Anything he did had to be better than that.
He walked back toward the house, wondering where Bonnie was now. His long thin cock got raging hard just thinking about her. Bill did not have to wonder long. He heard his sister's thrilled cries of climax-his sister's and his mother's both mixed. Jesus, were they going at it like lesbians now?
He crept up to the window of Greg's room and peeked in under the shade. He saw Bonnie's head and her sunny, red-golden hair flouncing up and down in his mother's crotch, and he saw the Saint Bernard fucking her from behind.
"God damn!"
When his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the shaded room, Bill saw that Greg was at the bottom of the lewd tangle of fur and flesh on the bed.
The drifter was tongue-fucking Peg's ass.
"Son of a bitch, he's got them both! They're crazy for his big cock! Completely, fucking crazy!"
Then Bill heard car tires crunch in the gravel of the driveway behind him. He bolted from the window and ran into the house to get dressed. There was a customer coming, and his mother was in no shape to take care of business. She and his sister were cumming their own way.
Bill looked back as the door was closing behind him. The car in their driveway was a Continental-real class-luxury on wheels. And it was a towing a horse trailer.
Why would anybody bring a horse to a dog kennel?
CHAPTER NINE
A woman stepped out of the car while Bill rushed to get dressed. She was tall, lithe and sleek-looking. Sexy, like a cat. But she was older than his mother. In her forties, he guessed. Her dark brown hair was starting to show streaks of silver.
Bill walked outside, swaggering a little, trying to act cool, like he owned the place. The woman stood by the horse trailer, trying to calm a restless golden palomino inside.
She said, "Whoa, boy. Easy. It's all right."
All the dogs yipping and barking in the kennel upset the horse. The woman turned as Bill approached.
"Are you in charge here?" She had a smooth, throaty deep voice.
"Er, yeah...sort of. Right now, anyway."
So much for being cool. Bill's gaze locked on her sharp, jutting tits. They looked elegant like the rest of her. Perfectly formed and so self-assured.
"My-my mom's busy right now," he said, nervously wetting his taut, dry lips with a swipe of his tongue.
The woman gave him a sly, knowing grin. "Yes, I heard."
Now Bill could hear her as well. Peg's voice wailed like one of the howling dogs. Bonnie too. They were both cumming with Greg and his Saint Bernard.
"I'm Cynthia Colby," the woman said. "You have taken care of my dog, the Pomeranian."
"Oh, yeah."
He remembered her now. Usually there was a guy with her. Older than she was, like sixty. Distinguished looking. An executive accustomed to giving orders. He did all the talking when they brought that dog in.
"I remembered that you have a small stable and a fenced pasture not being used," she went on.
"Yeah." It was part of the original farm, not used since the place was turned into a kennel.
"I was hoping you'd keep my horse."
"Oh, Jeeez-we only take care of dogs. I-I wouldn't know how much to charge for a horse."
"I want to give him to you," the woman said.
"Yours to keep."
"Oooh, wow!" Bill was so excited, he didn't know what to say.
"He was my husband's. Poor Stan, he died recently. The horse was his favorite, and seeing him without a rider makes me terribly sad." Her eyes misted with tears. "Pal is a stallion, too much for me to handle. I just want him to have a good home."
"Jeeez, I don't know. I guess it's all right. I mean if you're going to give him away."
"Yes, I can't spare the time to find a buyer. I want to be sure that Pal goes to a good home. And I really don't need the money."
"Yeah, I can see that."
He glanced at the luxury car with real leather upholstery, her stylish, expensive clothes and the diamonds flashing on her fingers.
"All the tack is in the front compartment of the trailer." She was pleased by the dazzled look in the boy's eyes.
"Tack?" Bill questioned.
"The saddle, blanket and bridle. Pal's halter and a hackamore. Everything you'll need to ride and care for him."
"Yeah, the tack. Sure. God, that's great!"
"I'm glad you're so pleased. Now if you'll unload him for me, I'll be on my way. I can't bear to watch. The memories are too painful."
Bill walked to the back of the trailer and opened a latch. That let the door down like a ramp. The horse whinnied and stomped his front hooves, nervously pawing the trailer floor.
Bill didn't realize how damn big the horse was-almost taller than him at the shoulder. Well-muscled with powerful bands rippling nervously under his gleaming golden coat. And Bill had no idea how to back the animal up.
He gripped a short lead rope dangling from a harness-like thing strapped around the horse's head.
"Come on, Pal. Back up, boy. Easy does it. You got a new home..."
The horse backed out of the trailer all right, but the dogs barked furiously when they saw him through the wire mesh wall of the kennel. The powerful golden palomino reared-up on his hind legs, flailing the air with his front hooves.
"Oooh, shit!" Pal's wild pull on the lead rope jerked Bill's feet off the ground. He stumbled and felt like a fool with the woman watching him.
He saw something else when the horse reared again. A huge black cock, the biggest fucking thing he'd ever seen! Shit, it must have been eighteen inches long, swaying back and forth like an obscene salami.
Bill managed to quiet the horse and lead him to the stable which was way out, in back of the house. Away from the barking dogs, Pal calmed down and walked right along, sniffing the air curiously.
By sight or scent, or maybe both, the horse seemed to know what the stable was for. Bill got him into the end stall with no difficulty. He closed the lower half of the Dutch-type door and walked back to the car.
God damn, fucking Greg was there talking to the woman, unloading the saddle and other stuff, including a heavy feed sack. He was golden-blond and muscled like the horse she had just given away, and the woman seemed entranced.
"It looks like we'll be making a trade," she said to Bill.
"Oh? What kind of trade?"
"You get my horse, and I get your handyman."
Cripes, that Greg was a real fast worker! He already had his Saint Bernard in the back seat of her big car.
"Cynthia needs my help more than your mother and sister," he said with a smile. "You can take care of them now, can't you, Billyboy?"
Billy-boy. Jesus Christ! He hated that nickname. He had ever since they sang that stupid song in grade school-can she bake a cherry pie, Billy-boy, Billy-boy?
"Yeah, I can take care of them," he snarled.
Bill envied Greg, for being so damn slick with the women. He knew the ski ass would have that wealthy widow charmed out of her pants before they drove five miles in her imagine car.
"The stuffs all unloaded, Cyn. Guess we can go now."
He called her Cyn. A nickname already, like he'd known her all his life. And Bill knew by the look in her eyes, Greg would be getting to know her a lot better real soon.
They got in the car and Greg drove, backing the trailer expertly to turn around. The woman sat close to him, a lot closer than she needed to in that big car. Bill wondered if he would ever have the looks and the charms to turn a bitch on like that...like there was nothing to it.
What the hell, why worry? He was glad to see the guy go. Now there'd be no competition for his sister and his sexy mother. No competition, but the God damn dogs, that is. When he thought about them both getting so hot for fucking animal cocks, it still made him a little sick.
It also gave Bill an idea-a wild, fucking crazy idea. The horse Pal had more cock than a whole damn kennel full of dogs. His mother and sister both said they liked big ones, and now their big blond hulk was on his way to try fresh pussy-pussy that was fucking rich along with being sexy.
He wondered how they'd take that news. Fucking whores, they'd probably cry their eyes out. Then Bill saw them walking toward him, curious and kind of dazed with delight.
"Where's Greg?" they both asked at once.
"Gone," he answered smugly. "Drove off with a rich bitch id a big car."
Bill pointed as the car and trailer turned on to the county road at the end of their driveway.
"God damn," Bonnie moaned. "That's why he grabbed his stuff so fast."
"That son of a bitch!" Peg fumed.
"Don't worry. She left another blond with a big cock for you. A lot damn bigger than Greg's."
His mother and sister both stared at him strangely. They knew by the odd gleam in Bill's eyes that he was not telling them all he knew.
"You're kidding," Peg said.
"No! God's honest truth. She said she knew we'd give him a good home. As if she knew how you two love animals."
"Bill, there's no need to mention that. It's not going to happen again!"
"Maybe not with the dogs," he said with a smirk. "The big tall blond that bitch left for you is a lot better. He's hung like a stud horse!"
"I don't want you to talk that way." Peg was straining to act like a normal mother again.
Bill was amused by the way she kept changing her mind-a hot dog-fucking bitch one minute and preaching to him the next.
Bonnie looked even more curious. "Where is this guy?" She still doubted what her brother had said. But she still was hoping. She did like a big cock.
"You mean my new Pal? He's out back in the stable."
"The stable?" they both asked.
Then Peg saw the saddle and other horse stuff on the ground where Greg had left it.
"Ohhh, no! What have you done? We can't afford to keep a horse!"
"Be cheaper to feed him than God damn Greg," he countered.
"Yes, but-" Peg's voice clenched. She couldn't think what to say.
"But, what? You both liked fucking Greg, so it was okay to keep him around? Is that it? Well, I want a horse to ride. I always have. Something to have fun with when I'm not fucking one of you dog lovers."
"Billy, don't you dare talk to me that way!" his mother replied sharply.
He bent down and picked up a riding crop-a willowy rod encased in tightly braided leather. A whip with two short, wide strips of leather at the narrow end of the shaft, like the tip of a forked tongue that made a loud crack when Bill lashed the palm of his left hand with it.
"Don't call me Billy," he snarled. "And don't give me orders. Not unless you want your ass whipped with this!"
He struck the palm of his left hand harder this time. The forked tip of the riding crop made a fearsome loud crack.
Peg's face paled. She had completely lost control-not just of her sexual impulses, but also of her young son. She felt a chilling shock when he glared at her, looking stronger than she'd ever seen him. Stronger than she was, and in command.
With the chill of fear and regret that still nagged her conscience, Peg also felt a nervous tremor of excitement. She hated to admit it, but she loved fucking her son. It was so obscenely perverted, thrilling in ways she could never have imagined-in ways that even now she did not want to admit.
"Aaahhh, well." She tried to pull herself together. "Let's go see our new guest."
Bonnie cried, "Mother, you can't let him keep a horse. I want money for new clothes...not God damn bales of hay."
Bill didn't say a word. He stepped forward and to the side, and he cracked the willowy, braided leather wand across his sister's trim little ass.
"Eeeyyyooowww!" She jerked forward with her back arched, hands clawing where the lash had struck.
Bill grabbed her arm and whirled Bonnie toward the stable in back of the house.
"Move it!" he yelled, lashing her across the ass again.
Bonnie yowled and lurched forward crying. "Mother! Don't let him do this to me."
Peg wondered, what can I do? Bill gave her a hard glare. "Come on, Mother. You're the one so hot for a big cock. I know you don't want to miss this one."
She made a simpering noise, but followed along, fearful that Bill would strike her with the riding crop if she dared resist.
Pal was standing with his head sticking out the open, top half of the stable door. His flowing mane was a pale, gold-white color. It shimmered in the fading light of the setting sun, lighter in color than the rich gold of his powerful body.
"He is a beautiful animal," Peg had to admit. The stallion whinnied as they approached, tossing his head and eyeing them suspiciously. "Hello, Pal. Hi, boy. Easy...whoa, it's all right."
Peg patted his long golden head and calmed the animal almost at once.
Bonnie stood back and pouted, arms crossed over her chest. Her lower Up thrust out in disgust.
Bill said, "Why don't you take a closer look, Sis?"
"Why should I? What's a horse to me?"
"Maybe the super-stud you've been dreaming about. Go up and look at what he's got between his legs."
The girl didn't move. She stood looking sullen, pouting her Up out even more. Bill wasn't taking any more of that shit, not from her, and not from his mother either.
He lashed the riding crop across Bonnie's ass. She howled from the hot stripe of pain that burned right through her panties and lurched forward, crashing against the edge of the stall's open door.
"God damn you," she grumbled under her breath. But girlish curiosity drew her eyes to the stallion's big cock.
It was shadowy inside the stall, too dark to see clearly except where slivers of red, glowing sunlight slanted through cracks in the rough plank wall. One of those fell across the animal's cock when Pal took a step forward to nuzzle his new mistress.
Peg had a way with animals, no doubt about that.
Bonnie watched his huge black cock sway and gasped, "Oooh, Jesus!"
Her pussy clenched and squirmed. All Greg had given her looked like nothing compared to that long prick.
She had fearful, girlish visions of that monster cock stuck in her. Bonnie gulped, thinking that if it was rooted in her pussy, the head would reach to the base of her throat.
"I told the lady we'd take good care of him." Bill's wry tone told the two females he was leading up to something. Probably something they would not like. "The horse must be horny if his cock's hanging out like that."
His mother caught Bill's drift right away. "No, Bill. Don't even think about that!"
"What's to think about? I've already made up my mind. I want to watch my bitchy little sister suck a horse cock. I want to see how much of it she can swallow."
"Nooo!" Bonnie cried, whirling away from the stall door.
"You can't be that cruel!" Peg said. "Bonnie's a little girl!"
"Bonnie's a spoiled brat, you mean." Bill lashed the crop across the palm of his left hand. "Get in the stall, bitch. Maybe those pouting lips will smile when they taste horse cock."
She was tempted to try it. Seeing that huge prick stirred some kind of reckless daring only a young girl newly awakened to the pleasures of sex can have. But Bonnie did not like being ordered around by her brother, so she stood flat-footed and determined.
"No! I want a man's cock...and not a wimpy little boy cock like yours."
Bonnie would never know what made her say that. Maybe she wanted to feel the sting of that leather wand across her ass again. There was a hot, biting thrill to it, a feeling that was almost like orgasm, but sharper and faster and gone in a flash.
Or maybe she wanted Bill to force her into the stall. That way she would not have to admit being intensely curious about the horse's huge prick.
Whatever it was, Bonnie got what she wanted. Bill growled. "Little boy cock, my ass!"
He cracked the limber leather braid across her ass. He yanked the stall door open, still muttering angrily, and pushed Bonnie inside.
It was all Peg could do to hold and calm the horse. Pal clearly did not like sudden movement so close to him, especially not with strangers.
Bill struck Bonnie across the back, driving her to her knees with a stinging hot lash that made her pussy and ass-hole both tingle. She cried, going down beside the big horse.
Pal reared again, skittish and wild-eyed with alarm. Peg kept a firm grasp on the lead rope and said soothing things, in a soft voice to calm him.
"Move slow and easy. Don't do anything sudden. He might lunge and trample you."
Then Peg paused and thought-my God, what am I doing? Allowing my daughter to do something dangerous and sickly obscene. Not just allowing it, I'm giving her advice!
Peg winced at the thought, but could do nothing to prevent the bizarre spectacle from progressing. Though she would not admit it, the palomino's monster cock intrigued and excited her. But it was terribly frightening as well. She was happy to let her lusty young daughter be the first to experiment with it.
Bonnie hunched on her knees, blubbering as though in much greater pain than she really was. Slowly, she reached out a hand and lightly brushed the stallion's dangling cock. He whinnied a strange, high-pitched sound and raised one hind foot as if poised to kick.
But he stood trembling and his cock twitched, like he wanted her to touch him again. So she did. Bonnie coiled her soft warm hand around his long prick this time and stroked it, closing her eyes to pretend it was a man's cock she was teasing hard.
Pal's cock throbbed with a vigor all men would envy. He neighed softly. Bonnie got both hands on his cock then, gripping the long shaft like the handle of a baseball bat. She worked one hand down toward the tip and slid the other up to his root.
The palomino whinnied in a still-higher pitch, anxiously shuffling all four feet on the straw-Uttered floor. His long black cock twitched and throbbed, straining to full hardness and radiating heat that made Bonnie's hands burn.
"He Ukes the way you rub cock, Sis. But I think he'd Uke being sucked even more. Go on, kiss his cockhead. Look how big and hard you've got him."
"Yeah-"
Bonnie giggled, no longer able to pretend she'd been forced. She lowered her head and crawled under the stallion's golden belly. She steadied his huge prick with both hands and bowed her head forward to plant a Up-smacking kiss on his glossy big knob.
Bonnie's head rocked back, lips stung by the sharp, salty taste. But then she brought her head forward again, circling her lips to take his enormous cockhead into her mouth.
The briny, bitter taste made her eyes water, but her tongue flicked and rippled beneath his long shaft. Her heart beat wildly and she clamped her eyes tightly shut, thrilled by the obscene delight of it all. She was doing it! Really doing it! She had a horse cock in her mouth!
Peg watched, bending down for a better view. She had to watch even though the idea shocked her. Sucking a horse. Good God, was there no end to the depravity one rash act had started that morning?
CHAPTER TEN
Bonnie had been thrilled sucking Greg's big cock, but he ran off with that rich woman. The bastard. How could he leave a sexy young girl and her lusty widowed mother? Why did he dump them both while they were winding down from a wonderful orgasm?
She couldn't answer those questions. Then Bonnie decided she did not care why. She didn't understand Greg, and she sure did not understand her wicked brother. But who cares? I love the animals, she was thinking, especially this beautiful big horse.
Her lips sealed around his hardened black cockshaft and inched forward, rippling and stroking with her tongue. Animals were faithful and adoring, not all mixed-up with complex emotions.
That made it easy for her to enjoy sucking the horse's cock, even though the slithering pull of her lips made him skittish at first. He made rumbling, grunting noises she could hear boom like thunder right over her head.
Bonnie pressed forward until the gagging big knob of his horse cockhead was lodged at the back of her mouth, straining the entry to her sleek throat. She thought, no way can I swallow all he's got. His prick was sooo long and sooo thick! She shivered just thinking that there was more than a foot of it not yet in her mouth.
Pal whinnied and tossed his head, confused and distressed by the strange sensations he felt. The stallion knew of sex only with mares brought to him for stud service. This wasn't like that.
The horse was used to having humans care for him, but not like this. Bonnie remembered how Greg taught her to tilt her head back to get his cock down her tight throat. She tried the same thing with the horse. God damn Greg. He thought he was so great and such a super-stud. She wished he could see her now, sucking a cock bigger than his. A lot bigger!
Bonnie's heart raged with excitement, but she willed her throat to relax and let that huge sword of horse flesh slide down. The choking thickness made her wince and moan, but perverse pleasure overpowered all her other emotions.
She knew her mother was watching, bending down and holding her breath. And Peg thought she was the sexy one-the lonely widow insane with desire. What did she think it was like being a virgin until that morning?
The girl smirked, eased back for a breath and pushed forward to swallow more glistening, salt-tasting horse cock this time. Bonnie knew it made her mother seethe and cringe with envy. That delighted her almost as much as the heat and throbbing vigor of a monster animal cock that made her want to gag.
"God damn, look at her go!" Bill was in complete astonishment. His pretty little sister swayed on her knees, lunging forward to suck horse cock, then sliding back to catch a quick breath.
The stallion's nostrils flared. His breath hissed and roared like an old steam locomotive. Bonnie really had him going. That's all that mattered to him. The raging tingles of delight that came from his cock could not lie.
Pal planted his four hooves firmly and started to pump his hips, offering a powerful cock to the girl on her knees underneath him. He rammed more down her throat than she thought she could possibly stand.
She rocked on her knees, head swaying and hair flouncing.
Bill shouted, "Suck him! Make him cum!"
"Do it, Bonnie!" her mother cried shrilly.
The excitement gripped her now. Sight of that huge cock pumping into Bonnie's mouth made
Peg Foster's pussy clench and pulse.
The scent of human excitement further aroused the powerful stallion. Bonnie raised her hands and was trying to hug his belly for support. It was too large. She couldn't get a firm grasp.
She sucked furiously on the jaw-straining horse cock plunging so deep into her throat, dazed for lack of breath. His frenzied thrusting gave her little time to gulp air when the animal drew back.
Pal finally stiffened and made a snorting noise. It was enough like what Greg and her brother had done just before cumming so that Bonnie recognized the signs. The horse was going to shoot off in her mouth.
She winced and shuddered in anticipation. Then she felt the fiery eruption explode deep in her throat. Bonnie gurgled and moaned. One gushing spurt of horse jism was more than a man could shoot in her all night. And the slimy wet shocks of pleasure came as fast as machine gun fire.
Bonnie felt sticky horse cum rise in her throat, greasing fhe stallion's long black cock. He started pumping again, whipping his cock back and forth like the plunger in an old-fashioned butter churn.
Pal's jism rose to the back of her mouth and flowed forward, bubbling around the base of his cock. That's when Bonnie first realized she had swallowed it all. Her lips pressed against his sleek golden coat, and thick, hot horse cock was so far down her throat that she seemed to feel it in the pit of her stomach.
Peg sighed ecstatically, awed by her daughter's obscene achievement. The girl was a virgin that morning. By nightfall, she was sucking off a virile stallion, gulping and gurgling to swallow more jism than a dozen men could fire.
As the lathered flow of cock-whipped cum flowed over her rippling tongue, Bonnie discovered that horse jism did not taste like the human kind. The slippery stuff tasted bitter and salt-sweet at the same time. And it came like a flood.
Her rosy cheeks puffed and horse jism bubbled around his black cockshaft to gloss her lips. Pal slowed his frenzied thrusting as his cock and balls drained. He worked his hips to make his cock glide more slowly, seeming to savor the strange new sensation of sex with a human female.
But even his last weakened spurts contained more cum than a human male's total ejaculation. Bonnie sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, but she couldn't keep up with the flow.
He filled her straining mouth and horse jism dribbled down her chin.
The girl was not thinking of Greg now. She had another splendid blond giant to please, a thrilling beast with more cock than three normal men could put in her. And she had swallowed it all!
Bill's anger toward his pouty little sister faded as he realized how sexy she could be. He saw her as a luscious little wanton with lusty desires that overcame fear. His cock began to twitch and throb while he watched the whinnying horse fire his last creamy shots of cum.
He wanted to fuck Bonnie, to pump his cock into her tight little cunt while staring down at the smiling, softly curved lips that sucked off a horse. His swelling prick strained to straighten itself like a snake awakening from hibernation. Now it was trying to climb out of his pants.
He was panting, breathless with raging lust just as Bonnie was gasping to catch her breath. She rocked back and the stallion's cum-glossed black cock slipped out of her mouth. It swayed back and forth before her dazzled, tear-filled eyes.
"Jeeez!" Bill exclaimed. "I never saw anything like that before! Never thought I ever would."
Bonnie grinned and licked her lips with slow, languid strokes of her tongue. "Sucking you off will seem like child's play to me now, brother dear."
"I don't want to be sucked by a horse eater. I want to fuck you. I want to fill your tight little cunt!"
"Hhhmmm," she purred. "I want that too. Sucking always makes my pussy hot. I'm ready right now!"
"So am I, but there's something else I want to see first."
"What's that?" Bonnie crawled out from under the horse. She was teasingly taking off her cum-spattered blouse, baring her sharp, enticing little tits. They glowed red in the light of the setting sun, glazed with a sheening film of horse jism that had seeped through the cloth.
"I want to watch Pal fuck a woman." Bill's lips were drooling. "I want to watch that huge cock drive into a wringing tight cunt."
Bonnie staggered back as her blouse slipped off.
"No," she said in a high, weak voice. "He's too big for me to take that way. I want you, Bill. I want a man's cock."
No insults now, just the passionate pleading of a girl tense with excitement and wet with desire.
"Not you." Bill was smiling. "You're mine...but I want to watch our sexy mother fuck a horse."
"Huh? Whaaat?" Peg gasped, coming out of a crazy, mind-warping kind of revelry. She still found it hard to believe her daughter had swallowed the stallion's enormous, long cock. It just didn't seem possible.
Bill said, "The way you stare so dreamy-eyed at the stud's long prick...I know you want to feel it inside of you. I know you want to fuck with him."
"N-n-no." Peg fearfully backed away from the stall. Pal followed her, thrusting his nose at her tits. He saw her as his new friend and the palomino was an affectionate steed.
"Look, he wants you, Mother. I think he wants to suck tit!"
"Oooh, God!" Peg's face colored red as the sunset. She strained to turn the horse's head away. "Pal, stop that. Jesus Christ!"
Bonnie and Bill both laughed, delighted by the way the horse went after their mother's heaving tits. Watching Bonnie suck off the horse made Peg sweat profusely. It was salt from her body that the animal craved.
Bill circled and grabbed his mother from behind, stopping her fearful retreat abruptly. Bonnie rushed in and pulled at the buttons of her mother's blouse.
"Give Pal what he wants," the girl cooed. "Bill promised that woman we'd give him a good home."
Peg moaned. Bill held her arms so tightly she could not break away. She twisted and squirmed, trying to jerk away from Pal's foamy, slobbering big tongue.
She felt Bill's stiff cock in the crack of her ass. He was aching hard as only a young boy can get. But he showed no interest in her, not even when she wiggled and squiggled her ass on his stiff cock, as seductively as she could.
Bonnie pulled open the front of Peg's blouse, laughing dementedly when Pal's big tongue wagged out to lick her mother's lush breasts.
The woman screamed. Hot, raspy wet horse tongue teased her nipples, jouncing her luscious tits as the simple-minded creature licked away the salt of her sweat, leaving behind a film of horse spit that made her titties sparkle.
Horses weren't very intelligent animals, but Pal had learned the scent of woman sex. He smelled it when the girl delighted his cock in a way totally new to him, and he smelled it again now.
Pal's huge cock swelled and strained with a lusty pulse. He made that high-pitched whinnying noise that hurt their ears, then he bowed his head down and nuzzled his head into Peg's crotch, burrowing under her short skirt she'd had on without panties.
The horse licked her cunt with his lathered tongue, shocking her almost senseless when the raspy, rubbery thing swept across her swollen clit. She arched back, but Bill jabbed her from behind. She felt his cock standing upright inside his clothes and the horse's wet tongue licking her pussy.
Peg screamed in a dizzying torment of eerie delight. The big golden stallion was making her hot, no doubt about that. His tongue was four times the size of a man's. When it licked and probed her pussy slit, she felt surging tremors of pleasure in perfect proportion to its size.
"Oooh, God!" Peg thought Greg and his lewdly trained Saint Bernard were great cunt lickers, but their talents paled compared to what horse tongue did to her.
"I think she's hot enough now, don't you, Sis?" Bill was laughing and backing his writhing mother toward a bench in front of the stable. It was a saddle rack-too high to sit on, but just right to position his mother on for horse fucking.
Just thinking about it made Bill's anxious cock throb, swelling larger and harder than it ever had before. He pulled Peg backwards and bent her over the end of the bench.
Bonnie held on to Peg's skirt and pulled it off as their mother's kicking feet left the ground.
"N-n-no!" Peg cried hysterically. "Sweet Jesus! Don't let them do this to me!" Pal followed right along, intrigued by the strange tastes of woman sex.
Peg was now stripped naked and sprawled on her back on a rough plank just six or eight inches lower than the stallion's barrel-sized chest. Bill caught hold of the lead rope and urged the animal forward, getting him to straddle the narrow plank on which his mother lay prone.
Her trim, taut little ass was half off the end of the bench. Her legs dangled, kicking in a frenzy of fear as the horse settled himself over her. Pal was skittish and anxious about having the woman and that piece of wood between his strong legs. But the animal was more curious than fearful. He felt pleasure when the girl was beneath him. Surely the kind woman would please him too.
Peg stared up at Pal's sleek golden chest hair, writhing and moaning in the grip of complete panic. Bill kept urging the beast forward until she felt the nozzle-like head of his huge cock press into her cunt slit.
The palomino reared and stomped his front hooves. The quivering grip of wet cunt flesh was enough like a mare's hole so that he knew what she wanted. But it was oddly placed compared to a mare's cunt. He kept thrusting at her and missing the small place.
"Aaagggh!" Peg wailed. Each probing thrust jabbed her further onto the bench, scratching her back on the rough plank below. "He's killing me! Bill, please make him stop!"
The boy laughed. "How can I turn off a stallion that's hot for your pussy?"
"Do something!" she screamed.
Bonnie said calmly, "Take hold of his cock and guide it in where you want it."
Peg moaned. Her hands trembled when she reached down, groping blindly to get a grip on the enormous prodding cock between her spread legs.
The size of it sent shivers of fear coursing up her spine, but those were followed by hot tremors of curious excitement. It helped a little not being able to see the huge thing the horse was so anxious to stick in her.
Feeling its thick girth and astounding length was exciting and terrifying enough. She could wrap both hands around the shaft and there was plenty of raging hot animal cock sticking out front and back.
Peg guided the head of it to her cunt slit. Pal slowed his frenzied thrusting, seeming to understand that she was trying to help him. He neighed and nickered, liking the feel of her soft warm hands wrapped around his cock.
She thought she could restrain him that way and prevent the horse from hammering his whole length into her. "Easy, boy. Put it in slow. Maybe a foot...that's about all a woman my size can take."
Hot as she was, the stallion seemed lulled by her soothing tone and tender touch. But then ripping hot waves of cunt flesh gripped his cockhead and instinct took over from there.
Pal reared back with a snort and hunched forward, ramming cock in an inch deeper than Greg Stanton could reach. Peg howled and felt her strained pussy convulse in tortured delight. Horse cock was both longer and thicker than a man's.
It strained her cunt muscles almost to the breaking point. The terrible, wonderful tension triggered shocks of pleasure like nothing else she'd ever felt before.
Peg sighed and screamed. "God, what a cock!" The tone was one of relief. She was happy the horse hadn't ripped her apart with one mighty thrust...but he wasn't through yet.
Pal arched back and thrust forward again, almost crushing her hands that clung to his prick root. Peg's eyes bulged, her mouth gaped and her ripe body trembled in wild, jerking spasms like someone strapped in the electric chair.
Bonnie and Bill stood on opposite sides near the foot of the bench, bending down for a clear view of the horse cock plunging into their mother.
"Christ Almighty, how can she take that much cock in her?" the boy asked distractedly.
His sister answered with a shrug. "It's not as big as a baby."
"No, but-but babies don't go in and out like that!"
Pal was fucking her hard and fast now, snorting and pawing the ground, frustrated by her hands that kept him from ramming in his whole cock length.
His powerful, crushing body hammered Peg's breath away. She felt heat in her cunt like never before. It spread through her entire body, seeming to melt the strength out of her muscles.
Peg felt her arms grow weak and her restraining hands started losing their grasp. She heaved a desperate moan, half crushed under the horse's broad chest. Her fingers turned to putty and slid off his cock.
Pal gave a satisfied snort and rammed all of his prick into her with the next thrust. The tiny woman's shrilling scream could have been heard half a mile away if there had been anyone near enough to hear.
Peg heaved another sigh of relief when she realized the jabbing horse cock so deep inside her had not ripped her apart. She babbled groaning noises and felt her strained pussy pulse with joy.
Bonnie felt a sinking sensation. She'd been so proud sucking Pal's big black cock to the root, but now her lusty mother had surpassed that. She was fucking the damn horse, happily taking each deep reaming thrust with wailing cries of delight.
"Oooh, Bonnie! This is fucking like you won't believe!" the widow cried. "It's sooo great it hurts! He's killing me with cock, honey...and I love it! I want him to fuck me to death!"
"Jeeezus," Bill said. He had learned a lot that day, but it seemed that he understood less about women than he did before. How could his mother like being brutalized by a horse? How could her pussy stand fucking that huge cock?
Whatever inspired her raging frenzy made him horny. He came around the end of the bench and grabbed Bonnie. "I can't watch...I've got to get my cock into you!"
"Oh, Bill-" She rushed into his arms and pawed at his fly to free his cock. "-I'm sooo glad. Watching isn't enough for me either. I've got to be fucked right now!"
Peg watched her two kids strip themselves naked and sprawl in a thick bed of straw on the stable floor. Bill arched back and stabbed his long thin cock into his sister's cunt. Mother and daughter both screamed joyous cries of delight.
Incest and bestiality combined to intensify their pleasure.
Peg grunted and arched her back, whirling her hips in a way that completely enthralled the stud horse. The best mare he ever fucked wasn't that wild or that wringing tight on his hard, driving cock.
Bill felt the same way about his sister. Maybe Greg's cock was bigger, but her cunt was still deliciously snug and tight. It rippled with a loving pulse that only a brother and sister can share.
The Foster family and their new pet, the powerful golden palomino all came to orgasm at once. Snorts, screams and deep grunting moans echoed long into the night. It was hard to tell the animal sounds from those made by humans.
By then, none of them cared. They had found new pleasures that few were daring and reckless enough to try. And this was only the first day of obscene adventure into the unknown.
Sunrise would find them all sleeping soundly-mother, son and daughter in the same bed. Bill began to stir as dawn's glowing light grew brighter. He was lying between them, sexy mother on one side, pretty little sister on the other.
Sound asleep, they looked so sweet and innocent, it was hard for him to believe all they'd done the day before. Watching their naked tits rise and fall with the slow, rhythmic breathing of slumber, he began to wonder what they'd do on this new day.
He knew what he was going to do before they woke up-something he'd always wanted to do. Something he'd never done before. He was going to get dressed, go outside and saddle the horse.
Bill rode like the wind, wild and free in dawn's early light. The stallion's gold mane and long flowing tail swirled like a proud banner. The black Doberman named Diablo ran after them, barking and romping, delighted because the boy had freed him from confinement.
Peg was stirred from dreamy sleep by the dog's barking, a sound that sent anxious shivers down her spine. She went to the window and watched her son ride toward the red ball of the rising sun.
She thought it was a beautiful sight, even if there was a dog named for the devil running behind. For a brief moment she wondered if the devil was chasing them all and if that was what had driven them to the bizarre extremes of sexual pleasure they all had shared.
Peg dismissed that thought. She felt refreshed, unashamed and unafraid in the warm morning light. It was the dawning, not just of a new day...but of a whole new life.
