Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in THE VIRGIN'S DOGS are a case in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Bernice ran down the hall, into her own room and slammed the door, leaning against it with a wild, scared look on her face. Her coltish body shivered and she pulled her hands up her belly, accidentally touching her small, soft tits. She jerked her hands away and pressed them flat against the door.
"What was my sister doing?" she breathed softly. "My god, what was she doing?"
It took a minute for her heart to stop pounding.
Bernice noticed a strange glow down between her thighs. It was a throbbing, tickling feeling that made her a little dizzy. Vaguely, she felt that this feeling was bad to have. And she knew also that whatever her older sister was doing, it was wrong. Maybe even wicked.
"Maybe I didn't see her good. Maybe she was doing something else." Bernice pushed a lock of white-blonde hair out of her eyes and eased back into the hall. She walked toward Hayley's room again, her bare feet prickling as they sank into the deep nap of the carpet. With a hand against the doorjamb, she leaned forward.
"Ohhhhh," the girl on the bed groaned. The girl on the bed was Hayley sure enough, and she had her hands down between her uplifted thighs. Just as Bernice had thought. This time though, Bernice didn't run. She swallowed her fear and stood there in the shadows, peering into her sister's bedroom.
"Johnny!" Hayley gasped, her hips moving a little now. "Ohhh, Johnny, fuck me good!" There was a slishy sound, and for an instant Bernice saw two of her sister's fingers. They glistened wetly. Bernice chewed her bottom lip. Though she tried not to be curious about her pussy, she knew that a girl was wet down there. She realized that sometimes she was wetter than she was at other times. Right now her own cunt felt damp. But she knew it wasn't nearly so damp as Hayley's was. The wet sound came again and one of Hayley's knees fell open. Bernice had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from giving a cry of shock. Because now she could clearly see her sister's cunt. And it was all swollen out, the glossy flesh a dark pink. In some places it was red as if inflamed. But it was what Hayley was doing to herself that shocked Bernice more than anything. She was rubbing her fingers up and down between the plump halves of her outer lips. Her fingers went in one knuckle deep as she caressed the folds.
"My god ... Hayley gasped. Now she was very aware of how her nipples felt. They were funny little things, pink buttons that tipped the swells of her tits. She wasn't very well developed yet, maybe never would be. Still a teenager, she felt skinny and self-conscious. She wore glasses and she never could seem to do anything with her straight, blonde hair. It was Hayley, her sister, who was the beauty. Hayley had all the dates. Hayley seemed happier. And by the strange look on her face, she was very happy right now. Bernice pushed her glasses up her nose and watched.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh, yesss!" Hayley's hips had begun a slow, sexy dance. Though Bernice knew the rudiments of sex, she'd never really thought about how a girl might behave when that time came to fuck her husband in bed. Now she wondered if maybe her sister was acting out a part of that mystery.
"Johnneeee!" Hayley moaned, her head flopping from side to side. Brown curls splashed across her pillow. Her breath came in shuddering gasps. Her fingers curled deeper into the plush, slippery folds of her cunt and her other knee fell open. Her ass began to lurch up and down. The wet, sliding noises grew louder. And rising from between her two dainty cunt-folds was a darkened lump of flesh that made Bernice moan to herself.
She knew she had one of those, too. The girls at school had a name for it. Clit. And though Bernice had never spoken the word aloud, she whispered it to herself now. Strangely, her own clit surged, sending tingles up and down her body. Bernice began to pant very softly. Her glasses were slipping again.
"Fuck me, Johnny, fuck me really deep ... ohhhh!"
Bernice watched as Hayley fucked her imaginary lover. Her hips lurched violently now, and she whimpered loudly as she pressed her fingers down against her clit. It was so shiny with juice that she slipped off. Then Hayley saw her pinching the little nub of flesh between her thumbs. She rubbed it furiously, her body snaking around on the bed as if she were having a fit. "Ohh, ohhhhh!"
Bernice stopped breathing as she watched. She never imagined that sex was so uninhibited. She'd always thought it was a serious matter where the girl lay on her back in bed and closed her eyes while her husband quickly and quietly deposited his jism so that she would have a baby. Her parents had never said anything about it feeling good. In fact, they'd given her the idea that there was actually something nasty about it. Sex was something to get done with quickly. Something not to be talked about. Not even to be thought about. And Bernice had always tried very hard not to think about sex. It seemed that all this advice had been lost on Hayley.
"Gonna come...." she gasped, her belly pulling in tightly. Her body shuddered and she bit her tongue. Her brown eyes were squeezed shut and she began to flop around, her hips jerking as she continued to caress the swollen flesh that pushed out from between her cunt-lips.
Bernice pressed her slender body up against the edge of the doorframe. That hard contact made her shiver with pleasure. She pushed her pubic bone against the molding, unable to control herself, unable to stop the flow of pleasure that started inside her cunt and spread over her body.
Hayley was really going wild now. Her heels were tucked up against the cheeks of her ass and her pussy was spread like a strange, soft butterfly. Her fingers sunk into the squishy heat, gouging and petting and rubbing until she was crying out with breathless sounds of excitement. Then a quivering storm went through her and she seemed to fold up, hunkering around her cunt as if she were trying to guard it even from the daylight which streamed in the window.
"God...." Bernice murmured, her eyes blinking with wonder. She realized with a shock that she had begun to move her hips forward and back, thrusting slowly against the wood molding around the doorway. Suddenly ashamed of her peeking and of how she felt, she stumbled away down the thick carpet. The soles of her bare feet tingled incredibly. Each step seemed to make her cunt ache for more. But more what? She couldn't touch herself like her sister had done. Could she?
"I'm so mixed up," she babbled, closing herself in her room again. She tried to clear her mind of the wild ideas, but she couldn't. She washed her face in her bathroom and fought to calm her mind. Nothing worked. Her nipples were as hot as fever and the slightest movement seemed to excite them all the more.
At last, Bernice grabbed a hand mirror and sat down on the edge of her bed. She skinned her panties down and held the mirror at just the right angle. Slowly, she parted her knees until she could see the blonde curls parting. She saw a pink line, a shiny crevice growing deeper as she forced her legs wider. The clinging surfaces peeled apart until she saw her clit and the delicate folds that partly hid it. There were other folds farther down and a darker spot that was glistening red. The mirror shook.
"It looks so wet and angry," Bernice whispered. Her glasses were slipping down her nose again and she pushed them back, angry with herself for going even this far.
"Bernice? Berneeeeece!" It was her mother calling. Bernice tossed the mirror away and jerked her pants up tight against her dripping crevice. She hurried to the door, smoothing her dress along the way. She knew what mother wanted. And she hated to even think about it. As she turned into the kitchen, her mother started in.
"Why must I always remind you, Bernice? You should take your responsibilities more seriously. You know the dogs must be fed every morning."
"Why do I always have to do it?"
"Your sister was out with friends last night. Besides, she's older than you. She helps me with other things."
It was a lie. Hayley never had to lift a finger around the place. Hayley was her mother's favorite. Bernice knew that her folks had wanted her to be a boy and they'd never gotten over the disappointment. Now she had to wash the dishes and clean the house and take care of the dogs and a dozen other chores that her mother thought up for her. Hayley just sat around all day, or went riding with her friends. Bernice was never allowed off the grounds of her father's estate.
As she walked towards the kennels, she could hear the barks. She hated those dogs because they frightened her. They were snarling, fanged monsters as far as she was concerned. She never forgot what had happened to her when she was just a child. One of her father's Dobermans had found her in its doghouse and threatened her with horrible teeth. The snarls had frightened her nearly to death. That dog was long gone, but the other Dobermans were just the same. It made her skin crawl to enter the pens every morning with the bucket of feed and table scraps.
The animals were leaping up on the fence as she unlocked the gate. It was Blackie who menaced her most, growling and lurking as she closed herself into the dog pen. But Red was scary, too. He had a nasty habit of clamping her ankle in his teeth, not quite hard enough to hurt. It scared her half-silly.
"Don't, Red. No!" But the huge Doberman snarled as his teeth continued to dig into her ankle, his tongue lolling wetly against her skin. It was odd, but the careful biting was having a slightly different effect upon her today. It made her cunt throb harder than ever. She poured the dog food into the troughs and went to turn on the hydrant. Now it was the biggest dog of all who followed her. Panther seemed like a small pony and his gleaming eyes seemed to be the eyes of a person rather than a dog. He frightened Bernice most of all. He didn't bark or threaten her as much as the other dogs, but he seemed to be the smartest. And there was no doubt that he was the most powerful. All the others cowered when he made his move.
Bernice felt the big animal brush against her leg as she knelt to fill a bucket with water. His eyes seemed to study her. And his nose was quivering. He began to snuffle along her wrist, then her knee. Bernice's dress had slipped up her thigh as she knelt, and now she could feel the dog's cool nose touching her there. Frightened, she gave his head a gentle shove.
"No!"
Panther made a low growl in his throat and bared one fang. It looked like an ivory dagger and Bernice sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and prayed that the dog wouldn't bite her. Panther went on sniffing, shoving her roughly with a bump of his shoulder. The bump made Bernice sit down hard on the cement surface of the dog run. Panther nosed her dress up with jerks of his head. His nose quivered excitedly.
"No, don't ... don't Panther! Bad dog."
The water spilled from the bucket and Bernice reached to turn it off. But when she tried to get up, Panther growled again and gave her a menacing look. Then she saw it. Under his belly something red and shiny appeared. The slender cock was sliding slowly from the black furry sheath just ahead of Panther's big balls. And now his tongue slapped out across the inside of her thigh. His spit glistened on her wet flesh.
Slowly, very slowly, Bernice got her hands down beside her and started to get up. This time Panther didn't just growl. He lunged, clamping his teeth down on her upper arm and shaking it just hard enough to hurt a little.
Bernice gave a cry of fear, her glasses falling as she sat down hard again. Panther stood over her, his hot breath on her thighs again as he followed the musky perfume to its source. When Bernice felt the hot rub of his tongue across the nylon crotch of her panties, she almost fainted. The dog licked again, not satisfied that he was touching the real thing. But he liked the taste and odor. Bernice tried not to sob hysterically. She knew that getting more scared wasn't going to help her. She had to try and stay calm. Slowly, she felt around on the ground for her glasses. Panther's growls made her stop.
"Nice dog, don't hurt me. Please, don't bite me."
Panther hooked his teeth into the narrow band of nylon and tossed his head as if flicking away a fly. The sheer material tore easily. He moved his head again and her undies ripped open, revealing the damp blonde curls that fringed her cunt. The huge Doberman licked upwards across the length of her slit and the plump, white flesh of her pussy slowly opened.
Bernice knew she could never describe the feeling that went through her. It was a warm, shivery pleasure so intense she could only suck in a deep breath and bite her tongue. The dog licked again, his tongue going deeper this time. Bernice whimpered, her nipples swelling under the cups of her bra. Her tits were too small to completely fill the cups. When she moved, her enlarged nipples rubbed against the cotton material, sending more thrills down her body.
"Ohhhh, god!"
Bernice was very frightened. But something else was happening, too. The dog's tongue was so soft and hot and wet! When it slipped upwards across her dainty pink cunt-folds, they swelled fatter, pushing out from between the lips of her cunt. Her clit was throbbing each time the dog brushed across it. Her chest heaved as she panted faster. She didn't dare move now. Even an attempt to close her knees a little got a growl from Panther. He was hungry for her softness. But would he bite her? As the seconds ticked past, Bernice guessed that he wouldn't. He seemed more interested in slurping up the juices that leaked out. And the more he licked her, the faster those juices flowed.
"Huuhhh, huhhnnnnn," she moaned, trying to think of something else. What she thought of was her sister. She remembered how Hayley had dug at herself, made herself get excited. Hayley had been trying to make her body feel like it did when a man ... Bernice whimpered again, her hips lurching suddenly as the erotic friction grew sharper.
"Ohhhh, god, don't do it any more, Panther," she begged. The dog paid her no attention. And under the animal's belly that long, shiny cock jerked rhythmically. Bernice could hardly bear to look at the red doggie-prick.
She curled her toes, stretching the muscles in her calves as she strained against the tensions which were building up inside her. The huge Doberman went on feasting on her delicate, virgin cunt-flesh.
Bernice moved her hips again. She couldn't really hold them still. The rub of that tongue was making her cunt hot. She had the most excruciating desire to rub back against the licking. She moved her cunt-mound up and down, her asscheeks slapping hard agianst the cold concrete. She couldn't see very clearly, but she could see the dog's big head moving this way and that. When he lifted it to look at her, she could see how his fur was smeared with her leaking juice. It was then she could see his cock, too. Because by now she'd fallen back to lean on her elbows. A weakness had come over her. She could hardly get her breath. That rubbing, that maddening rubbing. She couldn't bear it much longer. She was itching down there, itching so bad.
"Ohhhh, stop it now, Panther. Ohhhhh...."
The dog turned his head so he could nibble on the edge of one of her cunt-lips. The sharp sensation made Bernice buck a little, her ass working faster, her hands sliding up the front of her dress until she cupped her tits. Even through two layers of material, she could feel her nipples. Then Bernice did something she would never have dreamed of before. She squeezed her nipples, rolling them between thumbs and fingers until the tingling pleasure grew into a storm. The fluttery feeling of the dog's tongue grew so intense that she cried out. The itch had turned into something so exquisite, Bernice was in a mild state of shock. Her slim hips lurched from side to side-rocking, plunging, thrusting. She had to scratch the tickle. She had to scratch it out or she'd lose her mind.
"Uhh, ahhhhh, ohhhhhhh, what's happening to me?" she howled.
The huge dog made throaty noises as he burrowed harder against her hot, slick cunt. His tongue seemed to lash her now. Her clit stood up like a tiny finger. Though her vision was a bit blurred, she could see his pink tongue curling around the nub, making her clit grow even larger. She groaned and flopped her head back and forth. Her fingers tightened on her tits.
Shimmering waves of pleasure jolted through her. Each jolt came like a blow. Her willowy body jerked. Her hips bucked. The dog growled with excitement and his tongue seemed to go crazy. It was like he was trying to eat her. But Bernice couldn't feel any fear right now. Her whole being seemed to be turning into a band of golden light. She heard her voice as if far off. She was whining with the pleasure that filled her. She slipped down, her elbows sliding out, her head bumping the concrete surface of the dog pen. Her knees were lifted and pushed apart by Panther's huge paws. He held her like that, his big head bent down to work the delicate pink cunt-folds open with his licks. The wet sound of him devouring her added to the pleasure that racked her body. Bernice felt as if she'd slipped into another world. There was no time nor space any more, just the incredible thrills that ravished her one after the other. She panted and moaned and writhed there in the dust of the dog pen.
Bernice knew she'd fainted for just a moment or two. In her convulsions, she'd rolled onto her tummy. Miraculously, Panther hadn't bit her. But she could still feel his tongue wetting the cheeks of her ass. Her ruined panties had hiked up to expose her nakedness as she crawled on hands and knees to the fence. She pulled herself to her feet and turned to face the big dog again. He whimpered as if begging, his haunches moving, thrusting. Bernice knew what the movements meant. She also knew she had to get out of there fast.
She let out a cry of relief when the gate was slammed behind her and the lock shoved through the hasp. Only then did the tears well up. She began to cry softly, her long fingers pressed against her face.
"Thank god, it's over," she babbled, walking unsteadily down the stone path. Her panty-crotch tickled her thighs as she went. She remembered that it had been torn in two by the Doberman's teeth and this made her shiver. All those huge, white fangs had been so close to her soft and vulnerable little cunt. But Panther hadn't hurt her. Not in any serious way. She rubbed a skinned place on her elbow as she went back toward the house. She knew she could never mention what had happened to a single soul.
When she walked into the kitchen, Bernice wondered whether anyone could tell by looking at her that something so wicked had occurred. But her mother barely gave her a glance and her sister didn't either.
"Mama," Hayley said, "would you make sure Bernice runs the vacuum in my room when she cleans it up today. She hasn't been doing that enough."
"Did you hear your sister, Bernice?"
"Yes, ma'am." Bernice sat at the table and began to prod her fork into the scrambled eggs her mother had put before her. But she wasn't all that hungry. Whenever she looked at Hayley, she could see her sprawled on her back with her legs thrown wide and her fingers clawing between her thighs. And that made her remember the fantastic sensations that had swept through her own body as Panther had licked her. She felt dazed with all this. She could hardly make conversation when she was spoken to.
"Are you sure you feel all right, Bernice?" her mother asked. "You seem a bit strange this morning.
"I'm fine. Really I am."
When Hayley got up, she frowned at Bernice. "And don't go poking through my drawers while you're cleaning my room, okay?"
"I never do, sis."
"When you're through cleaning the house," her mother went on, "I want you to carry some boxes down into the basement. Then you can wash the front windows. They're terribly smeared."
Bernice nodded dully. She'd been trying to figure out what to do with her ruined panties. She decided that burning them would be the best thing. Yes, she'd go burn some trash later on and slip them into the papers and-things.
"Did you hear me, Bernice?"
"Yes, ma'am, I'll do everything you said."
"I think I'll go down town," Hayley said, primping her hair idly. "I saw this cute little top I've just got to have. You don't mind if I borrow the car, do you Momsy?"
"No, I don't mind. You can use my credit card if you need it."
Bernice wasn't jealous because of this. She was used to it. For as long as she could remember, her sister had been babied while she had been worked. She rarely got new things to wear. Mostly, she took the hand-me-downs Hayley was no longer interested in. It was lucky when she got a good fit, since Hayley was putting on lots more curves these days.
"Better start on the housecleaning dear," her mother reminded her. Bernice forked the last of her egg and gulped it down.
"Right away, Mother."
CHAPTER TWO
When Bernice crossed the grounds towards the storage shed, she saw the new gardener filling a wheelbarrow with rubbish. Her father had hired the man before leaving for another business trip. He seemed nice enough, this new man, but Bernice had heard her mother mention to someone that he drank too much wine. That didn't mean anything special. Her mother didn't like many people anyway. The gardener looked her way.
Bernice felt her cheeks flush. She was thinking of how awful it would have been if this new man had happened to go back to the dog pens while Panther had been attacking her. She knew she would have died of shame.
"I'm glad to see somebody else around who's not afraid to work," the man said, grinning. He looked about thirty with curly black hair and nice eyes. Bernice shifted the box she was carrying and nodded shyly. It was late in the evening and her mother had left Bernice to get her own supper while she attended a meeting in town. Hayley had gone out on a date.
On her way back, the gardener leaned on his shovel. "I'm about through here. Wouldn't be working at all except I thought your mother might be around." He winked.
"She's gone to town. Won't be back until late."
"Then why don't you join me for a glass of wine. Or if you'd prefer, I can give you some ginger ale. Would you like to do that?"
"Yes, thanks," Bernice said, surprised at her lack of hesitation. She went into the small bungalow set deep in the trees behind the big house. It was odd, but she felt more at home there than in the big house. Maybe because she'd played here often as a child. She wasn't a child any more. The experience she'd gone through that morning had convinced her of that.
Ted was the gardener's name. He liked plants and liked to read a lot. There were cardboard boxes everywhere, all of them overflowing with books. And he liked dogs, too. Bernice looked down at her ginger ale when he told her this. He said he hoped to get permission to spend some time with Red, the second largest Doberman in her father's pen.
"You don't like dogs?" Ted asked.
"Not these. They scare me."
"You just don't know them, that's all. People have a lot to learn from dogs."
Bernice almost spilled her ginger ale. She got up and finished it quickly.
"I'd better get back to the house," she said quickly.
"Hope I'll see you again soon," Ted said cheerfully. When she turned at the door to wave goodbye, Bernice noticed with some embarrassment that the gardener had been watching the movement of her ass under the thin dress she wore. She hurried through the twilight, her heart beating fast.
"I wish I knew why I feel so strange lately," she said aloud. Her small tits felt especially heavy tonight, bobbing on her chest, rubbing her nipples in an exciting way against the loose cups of her bra.
The house was gloomy with no one around. Bernice went up to her stairs and was on her way to her own room when she saw her sister's door open. Usually Hayley locked it when she went anywhere. And since Bernice never had time to poke around while she was cleaning, she thought she might take the opportunity now.
It wasn't that she meant any harm. She was just curious about growing up and she wanted to find out if there was anything special she should know. Hayley was terribly sophisticated. So it followed that poking through her things might reveal a clue about the proper things a girl needed to become a woman.
The first drawer she came to made Bernice sigh. She held up a pair of skimpy, bikini-type panties with lace around the legs and waist. The silky red things looked far too wicked for their mother to approve of. And there were others. Green and blue and yellow ones. All of them so tiny that they would hardly cover a girl's pussy at all. Bernice grew excited. Her palms began to sweat.
"I wish I could try them on," she whispered to herself. But she thought better of the idea and returned the dainty things quickly. In another drawer, she found the usual junk a girl used for making up her face. Bernice wasn't familiar enough with that sort of thing even to know what much of it was used for. Eye shadow and lip gloss was another world as far as she was concerned.
Anyway, her mother would never let her own such items. She went to another drawer.
The thing she hefted in her hand was long and slender, about the size of a small flashlight. But it wasn't a flashlight. At the end there was no lens nor bulb. It just tapered into a smoothly rounded tip of cream-colored plastic. Suddenly, Bernice's mind flashed with a memory. She saw the red, raw shape of Panther's big cock swinging under his belly. Her fingers opened and she dropped the strange device onto the rug.
Bending to pick it up, she looked it over carefully. "What could it be?" The small switch on the bottom seemed to invite her curiosity. She thumbed it and immediately a soft buzz filled the room. The plastic wand tingled her palm. She touched the tip against her arm and the sensation was interesting, even pleasant.
Bernice tried it innocently on other parts of her body. But when she touched one of her tits, a jolt of pleasure rocked her and she had to sit down hard on her sister's bed.
"What does she use this thing for?" she said, a strange tingle shooting through her. Bernice's thoughts shocked her suddenly. She knew what happened when a man and woman got married and went to bed together. The man used his cock to ... Bernice could hardly bear to think about it. Her breathing changed and a flush darkened her cheeks. She thought of Hayley being penetrated by Johnny, the boy she dated. She thought of the dogs with their big cocks hidden in furry sheaths. Cocks. It was an odd word, a word she rarely thought of, much less used. In fact, she'd never even spoken it aloud.
"Cock," she whispered, holding the humming plastic shaft up before her eyes. "That's what this thing is. A cock that runs on batteries."
Without thinking, Bernice nudged the tip against her belly and shivered as the tingling thrills went over her skin. But if it felt good there, what would it feel like if she touched it to her cunt?
"My sister must use it like that." As wrong as she knew that sort of behavior must be, Bernice could hardly resist the temptation. She was recalling with erotic vividness the exhilarating feeling she'd experienced in the dog pen. Her mind closed out the beast who'd caused all that pleasure. Bernice just pretended, consciously at least, that Panther had nothing to do with the sex fit. Or almost nothing to do with it.
The vibrator slipped another inch closer to her cunt. It was almost as if she weren't doing it herself. Almost as if the device were drawn to that special, damp cleft that seemed to throb in anticipation of the first touch-the touch of plastic against pussy.
As the tip of the thing nudged across the taut crotch-band of her panties, Bernice's shoulder's trembled and her belly heaved wildly. Just brushing the outer surface like that made her feel hot and hungry. Hungry for more of the thrills she'd experienced in the dog pen the day before.
Slowly, she petted the wand back and forth across her hidden cunt-lips. She couldn't resist the urge to press harder, to push the damp nylon up between her pussy. She began to pant loudly, her fingers tightening on the shaft of the vibrator. It touched her thighs and she let its smoothly rounded tip inch under the elastic.
This was a conscious thing now. Bernice had to use her other hand to stretch the leg opening enough so that she could get the trembling tip inside. She felt a pang of guilt, looking around to make sure she was still alone. But of course she was alone. There was no one else in the house. She sat down on the bed and lay back, her knees bent, her long bare feet flat against the mattress. The vibrator was under her pantycrotch now and the humming tingle went directly up into her body. She writhed, her head flopping from side to side, her pale blue eyes glazed with sudden lust.
Bernice wasn't sure exactly what was happening to her. Even though Panther had made her feel something like this, the sensations and emotions were all too new to her. She knew it had lots to do with sex. Had everything to do with it.
The buzzing of the wand changed as her firm cunt-lips opened and the vibrator sunk between them.
"Ohhhh, my!"
Bernice licked her lips nervously. The shivering pleasure was increasing rapidly now. Her skin was alive with the most enjoyable tingling. Her nipples lifted against the inside of her bra cups. Her toes itched. She splayed them out fanwise and dug her heels deeper into the mattress.
"Ohhhhh, wow!"
Again, the sound of the vibrator changed. It sounded juicy down between the lips of her cunt. Very juicy. Waves of intense pleasure pulsed up the full length of her slit. She let the smooth tip of the vibrator glide upwards along the dripping cleft. Her thin cunt-folds opened just ahead of it and closed wetly behind. Bernice moved her ass slowly, testing different angles, different positions. Her hips began a slow rocking motion, a motion of which she was only dimly aware. Her heart pounded like crazy and she was having a harder time getting her breath. Her blonde hair lay tangled across her mouth. Her glasses had slipped off onto the bed. Bernice didn't even notice.
"Ohhhhh, gosh! Ohhhhh, it's so strange!"
Then, as her fingers guided the tip of the vibrator another inch higher, it caressed the lump of her clit. She let out a sudden cry as her narrow back arched sharply, her shoulders thrusting down into the bed.
Bernice moaned with a rhythmic, gurgling sound and now only her heels, ass and shoulders touched the bed. She thrust her hips, tilting them forward and back as she rubbed the blossomed flesh of her cunt against the hardness of the vibrating wand. The pleasure was past being just pleasure. It was like what had happened in the dog pen. The thrills surged with a power all their own. Bernice had the sensation of losing her will. She felt as if she were more than just a shy, adolescent girl. An instinct throbbed through her, an instinct so powerful that she could only follow. Her other hand slipped down so she could hold the vibrator better. With both hands clenched around its shaft, she rubbed herself harder, pointing the tip directly against her clit.
"Ahhh, ahhhhhhh!"
The room spun. Her heart seemed to jump against her ribs like a hammer. Her ass was doing a slow dance against the bed. As the shivering end of the wand excited her more, she plunged faster and more viciously.
"Oh, god in heaven!"
Without warning, a vivid image flashed into her head. Panther's cock. It was the wand, probing and sliding across her slickened, throbbing cunt. She could see the red, swollen head of it. She could see the glossy juice dripping from it. It went up and down her slit, though actually it was the vibrator that she felt.
"Uhhh, hhhhuuhhhnn," she moaned, her slender back arching sharply as she dug at her cuntlips in a frenzied, crazy way. She had the vibrator tilted so that it pushed directly against her cherry now. Though she'd never thought of herself as having one, the word was familiar, and now the spot between her cunt-folds was, too. She touched it, pressed against it, then slid the tip back along her pussy-flesh until her clit was being tingled again.
"Ohhh, it's happening!"
Again the vision filled her mind. The dog was licking her, then rubbing her with his cock. His powerful haunches moved as he drove his prick against her. At the same time she imagined this, Bernice pumped the humming wand. There was the tiniest sting, but it was enough to make her jerk the thing away and push it up across her clit instead of against her cherry.
Now the convulsing pleasure swept through her loins. She felt the itchy sensation grow so strong that she had to scream again. A sudden pounding in her head made her bite her tongue hard. Her toes fanned wide and she drew her heels back against the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass.
Her hips rocked furiously. She pumped herself against the wonderful pleasure the wand gave her. Her breath came in long moans. Her hands slipped on the juice-coated vibrator, but she managed to hold on.
"God, yesss!" Vaguely, Bernice remembered her sister moaning the very same word. It seemed the right word, the only word. Her ass thrust and danced and wiggled as she continued to stroke herself with the vibrating cock.
"Nhhhaaaaahhh!" She was coming. That was the word for it all right. She was coming. And in her imagination, a black furry beast hovered over her, his big cock hurting and stabbing her pussy.
The vibrator slipped from her trembling fingers and rolled onto the floor. Bernice made a weak attempt at catching it, then pressed her hands over her cunt-mound, curling her fingertips into the mushy, slippery heat of her pussy.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh!"
Twisting and writhing, she came with tight little screams that hurt her throat. Her long legs flailed and tangled. Her chest heaved so violently that her bra slipped, exposing one small, white tit and the swollen nub of a nipple. Bernice rolled around, rubbing that nipple against the bed as she flopped over.
When at last the excitement had died away, Bernice lay sprawled across her sister's bed, her arms and legs at odd angles, her eyes fluttering in the half-consciousness of pleasure. The soft afterglow of sex went through her like warm honey. She smiled a little as she moved her hips gingerly, rubbing her feverish nipples with a palm.
"That felt so good." Bernice frowned then. "But it must be bad. That's why Mom has never told me anything about it." Bernice was really glad that her mother hadn't mentioned such stuff. It would be terribly embarrassing to have to sit and listen to.
Weakly she got up, pulling her stretched pantycrotch back over her swollen cunt. Her panties were so old and-worn that it had been almost like having nothing on. Immediately, the already damp nylon was soaked through and she could see the outline of her clit pressing against the pale blue material. Then a red spot grew.
Panicked, Bernice grabbed the vibrator from the floor and turned it off. She saw the small smear of red along the tip. Had she done that to her cunt?
Again, she pulled her panty-crotch out of the way and examined herself. She didn't seem to be bleeding, at least not much. But at one edge of her cherry there was a dark red droplet where blood had coagulated. She stood up and jerked her dress down. She felt horrible. As if she'd committed some unpardonable sin. Her mother had always let her think that virginity for a girl was the last bastion of wholesomeness. Her older sister gave lip service to the same idea. But now Bernice suspected Hayley of out-and-out lying. The way she'd behaved the other day made her wonder if maybe she'd already fucked with Johnny.
"Ohh, I've got to get out of here. I feel weak and all mixed up about things." Wiping the vibrator clean, Bernice shoved it back into her sister's drawer and hurried to her room.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day, Bernice met the gardener on her way to feed the dogs. Ted struck up a conversation and walked along with her as she wound behind the shed and down between the hedges towards where the dog kennels were.
"Ted, would you mind to feed the dogs today? I've got all their food right here in this bucket."
"Why sure, kid, no hassle." He smiled. "You really are scared of them, aren't you?"
Bernice just looked down. She couldn't let him see the truth in her face. And after her fun and games with her big sister's vibrator the day before, the memory of what Panther had done to her was more vivid than ever. She didn't even want to see one of those horrible animals.
She waited for the gardener to come back with the empty bucket, her bare feet getting that tickling feeling she'd had while arousing herself. She tried not to think of sexual matters. But her life seemed suddenly full of such stuff. It was as if only sex mattered. But of course it didn't. She kept telling herself that fact over and over.
Ted came back up the stone path, swinging the bucket and whistling. "Hey, would you like to eat lunch with me? I can fix us a couple of sandwiches. That is, if your mother doesn't mind you spending time with the help."
"She won't be here for lunch anyhow," Bernice said, unable to hide her smile. "Yes, I'd like to." She liked the friendliness of the gardener. She had few enough friends as it was.
As she returned to the house, Bernice felt better about the day. She even swung the bucket a little and tried to whistle. She hardly ever did that. And when she saw the note her mother had left telling her to clean out a downstairs closet before noon, she didn't even mind. She was thinking about the coming visit with Ted. He seemed to understand her more than her folks did.
But when she tapped at his screen a little after noon and heard the sharp bark from inside, she nearly turned to run. Ted invited her in and guided her into his small living room. There was Red, one of her father's Dobermans. He tilted his head as he recognized her and then came up to lick her fingers.
"Your mother said I could take a dog out of the pen whenever I wanted to," Ted told her. "It's better for them to be around people more."
"I guess so." Bernice had backed up a step or two without even noticing.
"Oh, he's not going to hurt you. He knows who feeds him every day."
Somehow Bernice made herself go and pet the big dog's head. He let her without much reaction. But his nose was working all the time. She remembered how Panther had done that same thing the day he'd attacked her.
"Your cheeks are pale. Here, why don't you sit down and I'll make us sandwiches. You really should try to get rid of your fear of dogs."
"Where are you going?" Bernice cried out as he started out of the room.
"Just relax. I'll only be in the kitchen."
She knew it would look silly to follow the gardener around. As Red came up to her, she stepped back, but her legs hit the sofa and she sat down suddenly. The dog whined and licked her knees as if he wanted to get between them. Bernice pushed his head away roughly. "No."
But the dog snapped out suddenly, his jaws clamping onto her wrist. She had to stifle her cry. She couldn't let Ted know how these dogs had learned to brutalize her. She tried to free her hand, but she couldn't. With a whimper, she opened her knees. The beast let go of her immediately and shoved his head between them, his pink tongue lashing out.
Now Bernice screamed, putting her hands over her cunt-mound and rolling away as she kicked furiously at the attacking beast. By the time Ted came running from the kitchen, she was up, stumbling into his arms with a sob.
"What's wrong, baby?" the man said, petting her shoulders. She looked back at Red. He was sitting with an innocent air, his head tilted curiously.
"He ... he...." Her cheeks flushed. She couldn't tell Ted anything. She couldn't tell him that the Doberman had tried to lick her cunt.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Bernice rubbed her wrist. There was hardly a mark on it. She shook her head. "But he bit me.
See?"
"Oh, Red does that to show affection. He likes to get my hand in his mouth, too, but he never really bites hard. He just scared you. He wants to be friends."
Yes, Bernice thought. He wanted to be the kind of friend she wasn't ready for. Her heart hammered in her chest. She realized she was clinging to the handsome gardener and quickly pushed herself free. There was no use trying to convince him.
"I'm sorry for being so silly." She'd rather appear silly than tell Ted what the dog really had in mind. Red had picked up his bad habits watching Panther go at her in the dog pen the other day.
Bernice didn't say much during lunch. It was nice having company for a change and Ted seemed to enjoy her company, too. But the incident with the dog had upset her. She went back to the big house when she was finished eating, then remembered that she'd left her sweater in the gardener's house.
Though she didn't really need it today, she hurried back across the long, sloping yard towards Ted's place. The door was open and she peered through the screen. She saw the sweater draped over the arm of the sofa.
"Ted?"
No one answered. He was probably out playing with Red. She could just sneak in and grab her sweater and that would be that. But no sooner had she let the screen close behind her and taken a step towards the sofa, than she heard something turning the corner behind her.
The big red Doberman came out of the bedroom with a leap, his front paws hitting her in the stomach so hard it knocked out her breath. With a cry of fear, Bernice tumbled back over the arm of the sofa and felt the dog's paws push her knees apart. He growled with fury, his jaws clicking close to the crotch of her panties.
"No! God, no!"
Wriggling around, she managed to get on her belly, but the dog's teeth had her ankle. He pulled her back so that she was still draped over the sofa arm, this time belly-down. He mounted her swiftly. She felt the rub of something hot and slick going up her thigh. Bernice's eyes flew open and she clawed at the sofa cushions, kicking to escape. Sharp teeth dug into her shoulders. She slipped down from the arm so that her knees were on the carpet, her body lying along the couch. Thrusting with quick, short jerks, Red bumped his cock-tip against her panties. She felt the nylon being pressed in between the lips of her cunt.
"Oh, this is awful! Ohhhh. where's Ted?"
But she wasn't really sure she wanted to see him just now. How could she explain that a dog had gotten her down like this? He was biting her, too, his teeth inflicting just enough pain to make her cooperate.
Her neck tingled where his teeth went into her flesh. She was panting, trying to pull her skirt down again. But the tussle had tangled it up around her waist and now the big dog's cock probed the seat of her panties for a way in. She cursed herself for not having put on the only new pair of panties she owned. Instead, she was wearing another worn-out pair and the elastic was all stretched out around the legs. Red found an opening and nudged the thin material to the side. As he thrust, she felt the pressure against her young, tight cunt. Her pussy-folds were plowed apart as he searched for that tight but vulnerable spot-her cherry.
"Stop it! Ohhhhh, bad dog! Ohhhhh, you're hurting me!"
Flailing her legs, Bernice tried to buck the dog from her back. But his hot belly rode her uplifted asscheeks and his front paws squeezed her waist. Not for an instant did Red lessen the hold he had on her neck. She could feel his hot drool and the soft wipe of his tongue back and forth. His breath was like fever.
"Ouch!" The dog's last lunge had hurt her more than just a little. The sting had knifed up into her. She felt a hot streak of blood. "Ohhhhh, no! It just can't be happening!"
But it was. The big Doberman had forced the glistening tip of his cock into the torn place she'd made with the vibrator. He thrust again and her cherry tore. The pain wasn't really so intense. But it scared her so bad.
"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, feeling the lust of the animal now, sensing what he wanted so badly. His teeth held her neck firmly as he worked his cock around and then slammed forward again, his back humping up suddenly. This time, the pain stung sharply and Bernice felt something going into her body. Something was going into her in a place where nothing had been before.
"Yaaahhhhh!" she babbled, plunging as if to escape. But the movement only helped the dog wedge in a little deeper. His cock felt huge at the tip, like a firm plum that wasn't quite ripe. And it was so hot. A shudder of pleasure went through Bernice, despite the fear and sting of being penetrated.
Softly, she began to cry. She was being raped. Her virginity was being take from her against her will. The dog never let up for an instant now that he had the winning hand. His weight upon her asscheeks increased as he scratched his hind paws into the rug for a better purchase. Then he whipped his hindquarters forward again and again, forcing apart the circle of muscles just inside her cunt-hole. She opened to him like a young, hot flower. Another surge of thrills took her breath. The friction of the dog's slickened cock against her pussy was incredibly erotic. She babbled and rocked her hips. The dog's cock slipped past the stretched crotch-band of her panties, delving deeper, forcing her to open around him.
The hot, soft surfaces clung to the animal's big cock as he entered her. Bernice felt as if she were in a strange dream. Tickling thrills pounded through her tummy and down the insides of her thighs. She could feel the dog's body rubbing her, the tickle of his hair and the stabbing hardness of his cock. She could imagine what his prick must look like. All red and raw and glossy as it slid out of its sheath. And her own juices would be making it even slicker. It was throbbing, too. She could feel that.
"Uhhnnnn," she moaned, closing her eyes as if to rid herself of the nightmare. But it was real. Her father's Doberman was fucking her on the gardener's couch. She prayed that Ted would return to stop this awful thing from continuing. Then she shook her head and prayed just as hard that he wouldn't. How could she bear the shame of anyone else knowing that she had fucked with a dog?
Bernice moaned deeper. Her body was behaving in such a strange way. As the swollen tip of the dog's cock entered her pussy, her cunt-muscles tightened around his prick rhythmically. The squeezes were like she was trying to pull the animal in deeper, deeper into her fevered pussy. And the pink cunt-folds that were stretched out around the beast's shaft made slick, sexy sounds as he probed deeper into her virgin body.
Bernice panted breathlessly. Her asscheeks dimpled as she tightened them. She was trying to think of a way out of her fix, but her mind wouldn't operate. The thrills came too fast. The hardness of the spearing cock made her head swirl.
"Ohhh, Red! Stop it! You're fucking me!" The word had tingled as it crossed her lips. She gasped it again. " ... fucking."
The hot shaft slipped in deeper! Her cunt gave with a slick squishy sound, the cunt-juice running out of her as Red's prick took up what little room she had. And then Bernice was whimpering helplessly, her slim hips beginning to move without her wanting them to. But she had to rub that crazy itch the dog had started. It was getting so intense. It was driving her crazy.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
She felt so tight, so filled with cock. Her glasses slipped down her nose and fell between the cushions of the sofa. Her loose bra slipped away from her tits like it always did when she was lying on her belly. Her nipples glowed and each plunge of Red's big cock rubbed her nipples against the inside of her blouse. But the constant forward and back movements opened the buttons and she knew her tits were rubbing against the prickly velvet material of the couch itself.
"Ohh, it's awful. I just can't keep still."
Red squeezed her waist tighter with his big paws. His drool wet her neck and trickled down between her tits.
"Nhhhhaaaahh!" Bernice cried, her back arching, her pert ass rising against the dog's hot belly as he pushed his slender red cock into her cunt to the hilt. Now she felt his balls swinging against her. She tried crawling from the sofa, working her way across the rug on hands and knees. But as she crawled, the huge Doberman walked with her, hugging her waist with his front legs. The juice and blood that dripped from her cunt wet the carpet. Bernice knew that there was no way she could make the beast leave her alone. Because now that he'd stabbed that awful cock into her, it wasn't going to come out. Her muscles had squeezed around the barbed head and the sexy rubbing had made it swell so that it caught there deep inside her pussy. "Ahh, ahhhhh, ohh."
She lowered her head between her outstretched arms, her blonde hair hanging over her face. She tossed her ass back and forth furiously as if trying to dislodge the beast from her poor little cunt. But even as she tried, the pleasure surged through her loins and she forgot that she was trying to escape. Now she humped her back, too, then arched it downwards again. The fucking went on as the animal's front legs tightened around her waist and he slammed forward again and again into her cunt.
"Nhhhooo!"
Bernice cried out weakly for the beast to stop. Then her arms gave and she sank down, her face pressed against the carpet, her ass pushed high. Red never missed a stroke. He just growled and his ass squirmed as he forced himself in and out of her young, hot pussy.
"Ohhhh, god, you've got to stop it! Leave me alone or I'm gonna ... gonna...."
The dog's back humped again and again. His cock stabbed her with sexy sounds of penetration. And Bernice knew better than she'd ever known anything that she was going to come.
Pleasure rushed through her cunt. The excitement she'd known just moments before seemed mild compared to this. She tried to push herself up on all fours again, but her arms wouldn't support the weight of her body and the dog lunging against her back. The sounds his cock made going in and out of her cunt were incredible, something so blatantly erotic that Bernice could hardly believe this was all happening to her. But it was. And now the frenzied spasms blistered her. Her cunt throbbed with the most breathtaking ecstasy she'd ever known. Even the licking Panther had given her hadn't been this good.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, god help me! I'm gonna come!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Bernice had never known such pleasure. It raced through her mind and body, completely submerging everything else. She was only barely aware of her situation, not even worried that Ted might come back and find her like this. The only reality she knew was Red's rooting prick.
His cock was swollen up to its largest size. As the spasms of delight thundered through her loins, her cunt clasped wetly around his prick. She was locked onto him and the dog's whines grew shrill as he thrashed around wildly. Then she felt hot spurts going into her. She came, her mouth open, her eyes fluttering with passion.
The Doberman squeezed his front paws tightly around her narrow waist, his tongue now lapping at her back and shoulders, his rear haunches slamming forward against the firm round cheeks of her ass. He stuck it to her good, seven inches at a time. He stretched her virgin muscles to make room for his cock. But his tip was still caught in her cuntflesh. The jerking movements only made the ravishing pleasure surge more furiously than ever through her loins.
"Ahhh, ahhhhhh," Bernice panted, her hips rocking back and forth. Somehow she pushed herself up again and tried to crawl forward. The yipping dog followed. He had to. He couldn't get his cock out. It was still spurting, too, and thick, hot dog-jizz ran down the inside of Bernice's thigh.
But with his spasms over, Red's cock was losing its rigidness. Bernice crawled to a chair and leaned her body against it. The dog jerked and yelped and finally went sprawling backwards. When she turned to look, he was licking himself. His long, red cock still had the knob at the tip. To imagine that that thing had been all the way inside her cunt made a funny feeling go through her. Bernice sighed and clasped a hand to her pussy. It came away smeared with blood and cum. More cum than blood. There was a mess on the rug. She knew she had to straighten herself up and get out of there.
She found a rag in the kitchen and cleaned the spills of the dog's jizz from the carpet. In the bathroom, she straightened herself as best she could, then went to get her sweater. The dog was still licking his prick as it slowly returned to its sheath. But he gave Bernice a long look as she went out the screen door and closed it softly behind her. She was shaking violently.
* * *
Bernice spent the rest of the day in her room. She took three baths, scrubbing herself each time. And even after dressing in clean clothes, she still felt a little dirty after the dog-fuck. More than once, she took her hand mirror and examined the awful wound between the lips of her cunt. The swelling hadn't gone down yet and walking hurt her some. She had to limp, not moving her legs very much. That beast had really fucked her. She felt like an animal herself. But then weren't humans animals when it really came down to it?
She needed solace, but didn't know where to find it. She'd never confided in anyone, especially not her parents. And her friends were few and far between. Anyway, a girlfriend couldn't begin to understand. How could she tell anybody that one of her father's dogs had actually fucked her? It seemed so fantastic, she could hardly believe it herself. But the soreness of her cunt-mound was a constant reminder. She cried for little bit, but that only made her feel more miserable. And anyhow, what was there to cry about? The awful deed was done. She'd lost her virginity to a dog! She swore she'd never talk about or think about sex again. She wouldn't so much as touch herself for the rest of her life.
Bernice got through the evening by claiming sickness. She didn't want to have to make small talk at the dinner table. Her mother brought a tray to her room, took her temperature and left her alone. Bernice brooded, hardly touching her food. In a way, she was sick. To remember the vivid details of that afternoon made her tremble all over. She told herself that the tingle in her cunt was the aftereffect of what the dog had done. But as the minutes passed, the tingle grew even more intense.
It wasn't any good trying to sleep. At half past twelve, she tiptoed downstairs to get some milk. Bernice remembered that whiskey was supposed to make one rest. Though she'd never liked the taste of her father's wine, she thought it might be worth a try to take a little of the hard stuff. She poured brandy into her milk and went into the darkened living room to drink it.
She was naked under her long nightie. She drank the awful-tasting milk and waited for the booze to go to work on her. She felt a slight glow and decided that she liked it. Bernice drank more of the milk.
There were lights out front, a car pulling up. She heard her sister's giggles and the lower voice of a male. It was Johnny, Hayley's steady date. Bernice was perched in a chair by the window that looked out on the porch. She sipped her milk and brandy and waited as her sister and her date came up the steps.
"God, Hayley, you're so beautiful tonight."
"Just tonight?" Hayley quipped.
"All the time. But especially tonight." Johnny's hands slid down over Hayley's ass.
"You'd better not do ... ohhhhhh, don't, Johnny. I've got to go in."
"How long am I going to have to wait?"
"A girl has to be careful."
"I told you I had something."
"I don't like to talk about that sort of thing."
"Come on, Hayley, I know you're not a virgin."
Hayley gave Johnny a push and an angry look. "Who told you?"
"You told me," he laughed. "Remember? The night we were talking about fucking and whether it was a good idea to do it before you got married and all?"
"Oh. Yeah, I remember now. That was the night we drank that beer. I wish I hadn't said anything." Bernice saw her older sister grab Johnny's wrist. "Don't, Johnny."
"Can't I touch you some more? I know you like it. The way you were squirming around at the drive-in movie...."
"Shhh. I'd better go in."
"Please, Hayley. Let me touch you once more."
"Well, okay. But I'm not going to stay out here but a few minutes more."
By now, Bernice had gulped down the rest of her milk and brandy and was on her knees in the chair, looking over the back of it through the parted curtains. Her sister and Johnny were only a few feet away. The window was open, too, and she could hear everything as well as see. Because, as Johnny eased his hand under Hayley's skirt, the moon came out from a cloud.
"Ohhh," Hayley panted, her arms tightening around Johnny's neck. "Ohhhhhh, god, that's nice."
"We could go back to the car."
"Johnneeee!" Hayley's hips quivered doing a jerky little dance as the boy's fingers made wet sounds under her skirt. Then Johnny kissed her on the mouth hard and Hayley's ass moved even faster as she ground her cunt against his hand.
"Come on, Hayley. Let's go make out in the car some more. You don't have to go in yet."
"Well...."
Now Bernice could see exactly what Johnny was doing. He had Hayley's dress hiked up and had pulled her panties down her thighs enough to expose the dark fur of her cunt-mound. His finger worked between the damp fluff, parting her lips, petting her juicy, overheated cunt-flesh. Bernice could smell her sister's musk from her hiding place just inside the window.
Johnny had opened his fly now and Bernice bit her lip when she saw his cock. It was the first cock she'd ever seen. She didn't count Red's big, swollen prick. She didn't even want to believe that the dog-fuck had ever happened.
Johnny's cock was white in the moonlight and there was skin covering the head.
He took Hayley's fingers and made her feel his prick. Bernice noticed that she acted as if she didn't want to, yet her fingers squeezed him with excitement. She forced the skin back until the dark, shiny surface of his cock-tip was revealed. Bernice sucked in a breath. It was scary, sex was. She wished she'd never grown up. She wished she'd never started getting hair and tits and those strange, unsettling sensations whenever she daydreamed.
"Ohhh, Johnny, you're so hard."...." let's go back to the car."
"No."
"Let me rub it against you. God, Hayley, if you don't let me I'll die."
"Wouldn't want you to die." Hayley pulled his cock forward. The boy lurched, shoving her against the side of the house. Bernice could see him pressing the head of his cock up between the dark, lush curls of her sister's cunt. There was that same sticky sound of wet cunt-flesh opening. Hayley gave a moan and her hips rocked from side to side. Johnny whispered close to her ear.
"I could just put it in a little bit."
"No," Hayley hissed.
"Let me lick you," the boy gasped.
"I ... I...."
It wasn't hard to tell that Hayley was weakening. Bernice was remembering how fantastic it had felt when she'd been licked by Panther. She didn't want to keep remembering, but something like that wasn't easy to forget.
"I'd love to eat you out," Johnny panted. He' was getting down on his knees now, pressing Hayley's ass back against the wall. Her panties fell around her ankles and Johnny made her step out of them. Then he pushed her feet apart and began to kiss the white flesh of her inner thigh.
Hayley pushed her fingers deep into his hair and watched with sex-glazed eyes. She was past the point of refusing him now. Bernice knew that her sister was greedy for the excitement she knew would come. And as Johnny began to push his tongue back and forth against her swollen cuntflesh, Hayley shoved her pussy-mound out to let him get to it better.
Bernice could hardly stand to listen to the wet, slurpy sounds. They were sounds of a mouth against a cunt. Sounds of Johnny feasting gingerly on Hayley's dripping slit. Though she wanted to get away, to return to the peace of her own bedroom, Bernice couldn't seem to move. She strained to see better as the moon beamed down on the two young people on the front porch. By now, her sister's hands had slipped down to the sides of Johnny's face as she guided his mouth to exactly the right spot.
"There! Uhhhhh, lick me there, darling! Ohhhhh, yes, Johnnnneeee!"
Hayley's feet slipped farther apart. She was pumping her hips forward and back, rubbing her spongy, swollen cunt against her boyfriend's mouth. He wallowed his chin and nose around, his tongue slurping noisily as he drank her flooding pussy-juice.
Bernice couldn't stand any more. She was trembling and her cunt was aching in the strangest way. She reeled as she got up.
"Must be that brandy." As she went through the house, she felt a bit giddy. Maybe she shouldn't have used two shot glasses full. "I can't stand to go back to my room. I think I'd go crazy if I stayed up there another minute."
Without really thinking where she was going, Bernice opened the back door and started down the walk. But the grass felt better on her bare feet and she liked the cool of the dew wetting her toes. She was breathing fast and her cunt throbbed hotter than ever. She couldn't wipe away what she'd just seen-Johnny's hungry mouth rubbing against Hayley's cunt!
Bernice was only dimly aware where her steps were taking her. She went past the old storage shed, her fingers lightly brushing the ivy that nearly covered it. Then she was treading down between the high hedges. She saw the dog pens as she turned onto the stone walk.
For a moment, Bernice stopped. Her head spun. She licked her lips and half-turned as if to run back to the safety of her room. But by now her cunt was leaking its juices. She felt how damp her cunt-hair was. She pushed a hand down to press her gowri against her pussy-mound. The dampness soaked through immediately and Bernice gave a weak whimper. Then she went on, stopping at the closed gate.
She took the lock from the hasp. A growl came from inside the doghouse and two shining eyes appeared behind the opening. Another dog gave a snarl and barked, but the one looking at her barked back and then there was only silence. Bernice was trembling all over.
"Panther," she whispered. "Here, Panther."
The dog padded over. His sleek, black coat glinted in the bright light of the moon. She pushed her hand down and the dog snuffled it eagerly. By now, Bernice's heart pounded wildly. A part of her knew what she was doing. The other part pretended innocence. And her cunt just kept dripping. Oh, it was so hot and itchy! If she didn't do something for it, she thought she might lose her mind.
"Here, boy, here." Looping a finger through his collar, Bernice urged the dog out of the pen and dropped the open lock through the hasp of the gate, making sure it was closed firmly.
The huge animal licked her fingers, then nudged her hip through her gown. She walked, letting him walk beside her, her fingers still lightly holding his wide leather collar. Behind them, Red began to bark, hitting the cyclone fence that encaged him. Panther stopped to turn and growl back. The red Doberman stopped his ruckus and with a whine, slunk off to the doghouse again. This little display of power made Bernice shiver.
Inside the storage shed, a broken skylight let in a shaft of moonlight. There was a pile of folded tarps near where the light struck. With outward calm, Bernice went over and sat on the tarps. Then she pulled her nightgown up slowly, revealing her long, thin legs, her slender thighs and finally the sparse blonde curls of her cunt. The inner flesh had pushed her pussy-lips open and a musky scent wafted to her nostrils. She knew if she could smell it, the aroma was overpowering to Panther. He licked his chops as if he were about to devour a T-bone steak.
"Yes, Panther ... yesss!"
Bernice felt so odd. Like she'd become another person altogether. Her old personality was back in her bedroom, cowering under the sheets and trying to keep from having bad dreams. But this other part of her was panting, lips peeled back from her teeth as she watched the huge Doberman lick his way up her thighs. Slowly, she fell back to lay upon the tarps, her knees spread wide. Her cunt was even with the black dog's mouth. He began very gently to feast upon the pink folds of her pussy. His tongue was like a silken snake, caressing her, loving her, licking all over her hot cunt.
Without even realizing what she was doing, Bernice lifted her heels and hooked them at the edge of the pile of tarps she lay upon. With her knees open as wide as they'd go, the dog could get at her better. His tongue ran up and down the full length of her cunt now and the pussy-flesh bloomed out even more. A line of hot saliva trickled down the crack of her ass. Bernice licked her lips.
"Ohhhh, I'm so ashamed," she panted. But her slim ass was moving now. It moved slowly at first as she began to rub it against the dog's licking. His nose was wet, pressing apart her cunt-lips. The plump halves of pussy were feverish inside. The dog wanted more. Bernice gave him more.
"Yesss! Ohhhh, that feels so good! That feels ... uhhhnnn." The terrible itch was still with her, but Panther's hot tongue was helping. She moved faster now, her mouth open as she sucked in air, her long, white fingers pressed against her tummy, holding her nightgown up.
"Whhhaaahh!"
The big dog put one paw up against the inside of her thigh. Those claws dug into her flesh. The tingling thrill went through her fiery loins. She hurried the movements of her ass against the edge of the pile of tarps.
It wasn't long until Bernice felt the surging rhythms inside her cunt. They were little convulsions that seemed to ripple along the slick, tight tube of her cunt-hole. She tensed against the spasms, urging herself and the dog on.
Light flashed across her closed lids. Bernice tossed wildly now, the itchy tingles growing intense. Her cunt throbbed wildly. Her clit thrust out from between its hood so that Panther's tongue rubbed it directly. This silky contact pushed Bernice over the line.
She pressed her bare feet against the dog's neck, turning her soles inwards so she could caress him there. Her toes tingled in the deep, warm fur. She used her feet to urge his head forward, to make him lick her into that new paradise she'd discovered.
"Damn you, you demon," she babbled, her slim hips pumping in a frenzy now. Her ass quivered as she plunged it. Her pussy glowed and seemed to burst into flame. The flames were not flames of hurt, though. They were flames of pure pleasure. The kind of pleasure that had to be wicked. It was too good to be proper.
"Nhhuuhh," she moaned, her fingers pressing deeper into her tummy, her ass lurching violently as the dog rubbed his feverish tongue back and forth across her young cunt. The flesh was blossomed out into a glossy mess of cunt-folds upon folds. Her pussy-flaps opened as the dog took her into heaven. The sound of his hungry mouth on her cunt was as lovely as anything Bernice had ever heard.
Leaning forward, Bernice dug her fingers into the fur of the dog's neck. Holding him with both feet and hands now, she guided him up and down and from side to side. Her wild eyes watched his tongue. The pounding thrills made her cry out weakly-soft whimpers of lust as she began to come. The second climax was even more intense than the first.
"Uhhhmmmmm," she murmured. Panther's tongue never stopped for a second. It was fun watching him, watching the terribly naughty things he was doing to her. He was a wicked dog and she was a wicked girl. And it was fun to be wicked.
"Yuuuhhhhh," Bernice whimpered, her excitement growing more intense. The beast went on ravishing her with his mouth. She rose on a spiral of fever, twisting and writhing as the throes made her cry out at last.
Light? Had she seen a light? It was too late to move, too late to hide herself. Then the beam knifed through the doorway as it opened and she a heard a man's voice. "Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Uhhhh," Bernice moaned, trying to untangle her fingers from the big Doberman's collar. She tried weakly to roll over, to hide her swollen pussy. But the flashlight was burning against her there, too. Her glossy cunt looked raw and red. Just like Panther's cock. Yes, she could see it, too. The dog had become rigid while he'd licked her. Bernice knew who it was who held the flashlight.
"Ted? Help me...." She rolled back from the stack of tarps and landed on her belly on the floor. "Please, help me."
CHAPTER FIVE
The rag on her head felt good. Where was she? Ted's bedroom. Ted's bed under her. Bernice was glad it was dark. She wasn't worthy of the light. She never wanted to see the light again. Someone sat on the edge of the bed and made her sit up. She sipped from the glass. It tasted faintly of whiskey.
"That's not brandy. I like brandy better."
"So you've had some brandy tonight?"
Bernice didn't answer this. She wasn't ever going to answer anyone's questions again. They might ask the wrong ones and she couldn't lie, could she? Sure she could. She drank more of the watery liquor. "Make it stronger."
"I don't know if you need that, really."
"Make it stronger," Bernice said through her teeth. "I need it. Especially now."
When Ted came back from the other room, the drink was much stronger. She gulped it thirstily.
"Hey, take it easy."
"Let me have it. Let me have it all." She couldn't look him in the eyes. At least it was so dark she couldn't see him very well. "Where are my glasses?"
"Right here on the table." Ted petted her blonde head gently. She let him. It didn't feel especially good or bad. Surely he hadn't seen what she was doing. Or if he had, he didn't think it was her fault.
"That dog," she started. "You've got to keep him away from me."
"But you took him out of the pen." Bernice didn't answer this. She had to think up a lie first. It occurred to her that there was nothing she could say that would make Ted believe her. He'd seen her pulling Panther's head against her cunt. He'd seen it all. He knew. He would tell her parents.
"Ted, come here."
When he bent his head down, she curled an arm around his neck. It felt so odd, touching a man for the first time in her life. She pressed her hot, wet mouth very close to his ear.
"If you won't tell I'll let you do things to me. Naughty things."
"Listen, honey, I'm not trying to...."
"Ted. You wouldn't tell, would you? Not if I let you do...."
Ted was trying to get free, but she threw both arms around him now. Her mouth smeared across his and she dug her fingernails into the nape of his neck. It was instinctive, animal-like. She knew she had the power. She had to make sure he didn't whisper a thing to anybody. And from watching Johnny and Hayley, she knew that men had a wild hunger inside them. They wanted certain things from women. They liked to do naughty things to a girl's pussy.
"Do something naughty to me," Bernice begged. She sensed that if she could make him do it just once, Ted would never raise his voice against her. And that was the most important thing in the world. Because if anybody, anybody at all found out that a dog had done naughty things to her cunt, Bernice would hang herself.
"Do it," she breathed. "Do something naughty." Her open mouth was against his. She felt Ted stiffen in her arms as he tried to pull away. But now he was trembling. Weakly, he pushed at her arms. He was certainly strong enough to get away if he wanted to. Bernice smiled in her victory. She slid a hand down his back. So strange touching another human. Her mother had never encouraged much touching. Her family was cold when it came to physical contact.
"Bernice, you're just a kid."...." naughty things," she panted, her fingers clumsy at his belt buckle. She remembered how Hayley had made Johnny very excited when she grabbed his cock. "Do naughty things to me. I'll let you if you promise not to say...."
"I wouldn't tell anybody. Listen, baby, why don't you just rest a while and then I'll make sure you get back to the house and ... damn."
Bernice smiled. Her fingers had found the lump inside his skivvies. She squeezed the lump, not sure exactly which part of Ted's cock she was holding. But he shuddered against her. Her mouth opened. She didn't know how to kiss, but she'd watched the soap operas on afternoon television. Her tongue touched the silky surface of his lower lip.
Ted slipped into bed with her. His breath was ragged; He seemed to be fighting a battle inside himself. Bernice could hear his muffled curses. She arched her back, rubbing her warm, slim body against him. Now his pants were halfway down his thighs. The two of them fumbled at them and part of the time it seemed as if Ted were actually trying to get them back on again. "No, take them off."
Bernice gave a little squeal of surprise when her fingers slipped inside the gardener's skivvies. She hadn't expected his cock to feel quite like that. It was very large and it throbbed against her palm as she squeezed. The man's foreskin slipped back and she touched the wet part, the hot part.
"Bernice, honey, you'd better let that go...."
"You want to do naughty things to me. I know you do. And then you won't tell anybody about what you saw in the shed." Her teeth pinched his chin. "You'd promise, wouldn't you?"
"Baby, you don't need a promise. I wasn't going to say any...."
"Promise me. If I let you do naughty things you won't tell."
"I won't tell," Ted gasped. He was trembling again. Maybe because Bernice was squeezing his cock very firmly, sliding his foreskin up and down over his prick-tip. It seemed a natural way to do it. And when Ted kissed her, his tongue pushed between her teeth.
Bernice rolled onto her belly and got up on all fours. He'd do it now. He'd do the naughtiest thing of all. The same thing Red had done to her. She knew this was the right way to do it. It was the only way she knew. But what was Ted waiting for?
"You can do it to me now. Do something naughty."
Ted kissed her shoulder as he slowly raised up. His hand petted along her back and she shivered. He pushed her nightie up high, and she opened her knees a little as he knelt behind her.
"You've done it like this before?"
"I ... I don't remember."
"Have you ever done it with another man?"
Bernice bit her lip. Her unspoken answer was clear enough. She was breathing fast and hard through flared nostrils. Her cunt needed what Ted was about to do. She turned to frown at him. What was taking him so long?
"You did it with a dog, didn't you?" he asked. His voice sounded funny. Bernice tried to hide her embarrassment by not answering. Then Ted mounted her, his arms tightening around her willowy body. He kissed the back of her neck. He sounded very excited.
"You crazy little cunt. I'll probably end up in jail for this. But I can't resist you any longer. God damn, you smell like heaven." His hands caressed her belly, then slipped lower. The wet sound of her cunt opening was joined by the most lovely feeling as Ted's finger caressed her clit.
Something touched her from behind. Something very hot and very slick. It pressed up between the lips of her cunt. Bernice wiggled hungrily, her tongue hanging out as she panted. Ted was panting, too. He was so warm. He held her so tightly. His cock shoved harder and her cunt-flesh was opening, sliding tightly around his barbed prick-tip. His foreskin was forced back, exposing the knob to her delicate pussy.
"Ohhhhh," Bernice whimpered. Ted moved again and the head of his cock penetrated her cunt. There was a wet sound as he pulled back. Then he thrust again and Bernice sucked her tummy up under her ribs.
"So naughty ... I'm a naughty girl. It doesn't matter that you do naughty things to me."
Ted bit her shoulder now. He was almost like fucking a dog. Except that he wasn't as furry. Bernice squirmed her ass, arching and humping her back, rocking her hips quickly from side to side. Ted groaned and dug his fingers into her sides.
"You beautiful little bitch."
"Ohhhh, wow," Bernice sighed. She'd never been called beautiful before. It was easy to ignore the bitch. Maybe she was a bitch. A bitch for a dog or a man. It didn't really matter. As long as no one discovered her secret.
Ted's cock went deeper into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, god." She was still sore inside. The size and heat of Ted's prick opened her, stretched her, straining her pussy until she was wiggling furiously. Her nightie fell forward over her lowered head, slid down her arms. She was naked now, her small, adolescent tits hanging free, her cunt dripping hot juice down her thighs. And Ted was fucking her. Like a dog. Or was he a dog? Her mind was a whirl of confusion. She felt hot breath against her neck. She felt a hand cup one of her tits, squeezing the white flesh until she groaned low in her throat.
"I've got to stop this," Ted gasped, trying to pull his swollen cock out of her young, tight pussy. But when he had it drawn back so that just the head was being clasped by her cunt, Bernice tightened the muscles around her hole. Her pussy surfaces smeared slickly across his cock-head. She did it again, shuddering now with the need to be impaled once again on that wonderful thing that grew from Ted's body-his big prick.
"Damn you, you little...." With a lunge, Ted stabbed her deep, his cock throbbing bigger when it reached the end of her cunt-tube. The excruciating pleasure made Bernice drool and toss her head. Her arms were braced stiffly, but they trembled from the plunging weight of the man on her back.
"Ohh, ohhhhhh, yesssss!"
"Baby doll...."
"Uhh, faster! Make it go in and out faster!"
The sloppy, sliding sound of her cunt being fucked made Bernice babble and toss her ass around in a frenzy. Then, sensing how to make her want it even more, Ted slowed his fucking movements. She trembled like a leaf, her breath loud and raspy in her throat.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhhh, do it. Do it!"
Arching her back sharply, Bernice pushed up her ass. She flicked it from side to side, her whimpers pleading for Ted to do what she needed most. But he had stopped again, almost pulling his cock out of her cunt.
"Baby, you're just a kid. You're like my little sister."
"Fuck me, damn it. I'm gonna die if you don't!"
"Bernice...."
"You want to, don't you?"
"God damn."
"Well, don't you?" she gasped. "Yes, but that doesn't mean I've got the right...."
Bernice squirmed more violently than ever, 'her narrow back curved downward, her firm asscheeks dancing slowly from side to side. These movements rubbed the head of Ted's cock around inside her cunt. She had his cock firmly clasped with her cunt-muscles ... at least his prick-tip. The strong man trembled like a child. She felt his hot hands sliding up under her belly to fondle her small but perfect tits.
"Do it! I'm begging you!" she shouted.
"Ohhh, god, you beautiful little nymph," the man groaned, his ass-muscles going rigid as he thrust slowly forward into her cunt.
It was almost like the first time she'd ever had it. Her soft, fevered flesh was plowed slickly aside as his huge knob went in ... in ... in so deep. With her face twisted in an agony of pleasure, Bernice plunged her pussy up and down, her knees sliding out as her cunt-juice dripped down to make a dark spot on the carpet.
Ted's big hands now clutched her narrow hips, guiding her this way and that, searching her dainty, soft cunt-depths with the sensitive head of his big prick. It was heaven to have her hole explored like that. Only a good hot prick could do that to her. But even as she thought of this, Ted's cock became the cock of the big Doberman. A dog's cock! Slick and hot and red. So slick. So hot. It went in and out of her pretty little hole. The weight against her back became a dog's furry body. The squeeze of Ted's arms became the front legs of her father's big red Doberman. Then Bernice imagined Panther fucking her. Though Ted had excited her, to imagine the dogs fucking her was even more thrilling.
Bernice began to whimper loudly, her body writhing and twisting as the tickling madness in her cunt became more intense.
"Bite my neck!" she cried in a husky voice.
"But...."
"Ohhh, bite it! Please!"
Ted bit her neck as he thrust harder. She could hardly bear the weight of him, yet this too excited her. If only he'd bite a little harder. Like the dog had. The dog that had fucked her. She pumped her ass up and down in a last frenzy of excitement. She climbed upwards on a spiralling storm of ecstasy that had long ago become too keen to stand for very long.
"Yaaahhhh!" she cried loudly. "Yuuuuhhhhh!" She was coming, the tightness of her cunt milking the hard, hot prick, her muscles stripping the length of it every time it was thrust into her cunt and pulled back again.
Ted trembled and pulled back as if he were trying to get free of her pussy. But the fevered softness, the clenching slickness of her spasms were too much. He groaned weakly and drove into her cunt until his balls swung forward with a soft sound. His fingers curled deep into the fronts of her hips as he ground the bulging head of his cock against the opening of her slick pussy.
Instictively, Bernice convulsed with a flurry of hunching movements, her bloated cunt jerking forward and back. She knew that if she could see herself, only Ted's balls would be visible. Because the thick length of his prick was buried completely in her hot young cunt. And the juicy sound of him working it around in her had grown louder and louder until at last Bernice screamed, her lanky body shuddering as the throes of her climax exploded through her fiery loins.
"Ahhhhh," Ted gasped.
She felt it, felt the streams of cum being pumped strongly into her deepest, hottest place-her teenage pussy...." fuck me," she groaned, nearly passing out from pleasure.
"Baby, sweet baby," Ted panted, remembering to bite her neck. This sudden pinch of his teeth made Bernice writhe as if she'd been jolted with electricity. Her cunt spasmed. Dazzling thrills took her breath away. Her flesh was inflamed and glossy wet where it squeezed against the base of Ted's big cock. Then he pulled all the way back and slammed deep again.
"Uhhhhh!"
Again he fucked her, giving her every inch of what he had. Giving it to her all at once. The breath was forced from Bernice's lungs in a loud whoosh. Twitching in the glorious throes, she cried out. But her ass was still pushed high, and she felt Ted rutting against it, cursing under his breath as his belly heaved against her uplifted ass cheeks. The blonde curls that edged her slit were plastered against her cunt-mound. Ted's cock-hair was wet, too, but she could feel the soft scratch of it when he fucked deep. Bernice just kept coming, her face against the rug, her fingers spread wide as she tried to push herself back up.
"You sweet little kid," Ted panted, giving her every last drop of his hot jism,. He was still spurting and her cunt spasmed, pulling along the length of his cock to get it all. Bernice could hardly believe she was going to come again. But it was happening before she could get ready. This time the pleasure almost turned to pain. She thought she wanted to die then. Nothing could ever be as good. Her body jerked in convulsive fits of the most mind-bending joy she'd ever known. Then she was fainting.
As Bernice slumped downward, her knees straightened behind her. But she was dimly aware of Ted following her down, his hips still bumping against her asscheeks, his cock still spearing her wonderfully.
CHAPTER SIX
The reality Bernice had experienced made her waking hours seem like a dull fantasy. She blinked out her window at the sunny yard. Had she really done all that wickedness in the light of the moon? How had she gotten back to bed?
"Oh, yes, Ted helped me sneak in the house."
It came back to her in rushes. When she remembered certain parts of what had happened, her cheeks flushed and she chewed her bottom lip nervously. It wasn't like her. Not at all like her.
To remind herself of who she was, Bernice swung her long legs out of bed and limped to the mirror of her dresser. Her nightie hung crookedly on her thin, white shoulders. Her hair was mussed and there were red splotches on her cheeks. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and slipped the gown off over her head.
Her cunt wasn't nearly so swollen now, but it looked different than it had before her life had become charged with erotic thoughts and adventures. The pink flesh inside glistened from between the plump outer halves. And her cunt-hair still looked wet and matted. Surely it had all been a dream. She hadn't really gone and taken the dog from its pen and....
"Ted. He saw it all." Bernice put a hand to her mouth. "Oh, god, he fucked me too! But I was pretending it was Panther. Maybe it was Panther." . Her mind spun. She had a headache and a terrible taste in her mouth. Now she recalled the whiskey she'd gulped down. Ted's whiskey. She'd asked him for it, yes, she remembered more.
"He didn't really want to...." She'd almost said the word aloud. Fuck. Ted had tried to stop. But she'd begged him. Yes, she'd begged him to do it and acted like a little whore until Ted had slipped his big, hot cock ... Bernice put her face in her hands. She felt like bawling but no tears came. Her mind filled instead with images of Panther, his mouth feasting between her open thighs as she lay writhing and panting.
"What's happening to me? What's wrong with my mind?"
Bernice was suddenly aware of an itchy tingle in her cunt. It had been there when she'd awakened, but now it was more intense, more disquieting. She looked again at the reflection of her naked body. She was too tall, too skinny. Her legs were coltish and white and she didn't have the svelte curves her sister had. Her tits were perfect white swells about the size of tangerines and tipped with tiny pink nubs. Then she was remembering Ted's hands cupping them. Her cunt grew juicier, the inner flesh blooming again, pushing her outer lips apart.
"Got to get dressed," she murmured, knowing that she couldn't give in to this hunger that seemed to enslave her. It was there all the time, tempting her to have more sex. And the more sex she had, the worse it got. It wasn't hard to imagine herself in a strait-jacket in a padded cell.
Bernice fluttered her lashes. Her pale blue eyes were a little bloodshot from the night before. She threw on her clothes, trying all the time to think of things that had nothing to do with sex.
* * *
Thinking that her mother would somehow know what wickedness she'd been up to, Bernice kept out of the way. She worked at her chores energetically, hardly looking up when she was spoken to. She'd finished the usual tasks by the time Hayley was waking up. After cleaning her sister's room, she ran the sweeper and dusted. Hayley gave her sullen thanks and dressed to go downtown. She'd found something else she wanted to buy.
"You haven't been going through my drawers, have you?" her older sister asked.
"Of course not," Bernice replied.
"Well, I just don't trust you." Hayley finished getting ready and gave Bernice a funny smile as she left her alone. After the accusation, Bernice couldn't help but recall what she'd done earlier that week. But though her hands were trembling and her cunt aching for something good, she forced herself to leave her sister's room without touching a thing.
Her mother was surprised when Bernice volunteered to wash all the downstairs windows.
"You are certainly energetic today."
"Yes ma'am. I just think they need cleaning. Don't you?"
"I suppose so. When you finish, you can do the ones in my bedroom, too. I'm going downtown with Hayley to shop."
Bernice had hoped that she wouldn't be left alone in the house. But what could she say without arousing suspicion? She prayed that she'd have the willpower to go about her chores in peace. She was trying to clear her conscience, trying to smother herself in work in the hopes that this would in some way expunge her awful guilt.
She had other things to worry about, too. Would Ted say anything to anybody? Would word get out that he had made it with his boss' teenage daughter? Bernice got weak in the knees when she considered this danger. Her whole life had been so boring and simple up to this point. Now she was adrift in a dangerous, obsessive reality. Demons filled her head. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could see Red or Panther, their big cocks long and slick. She could feel their hot mouths on her cunt. She could feel her cherry breaking as Red fucked her deep and hard.
Bernice worked even faster, doing all the windows she'd been asked to do and then some. But though she was partly exhausted, her cunt still throbbed. She paced the length of the living room nervously. It was half past ten. Her mother and sister were eating downtown so she wouldn't be disturbed for quite some time yet.
"No! I can't let myself be so weak. I don't want to turn into a sex maniac." But hadn't it already happened? Bernice bit her knuckle with a whimper and ran out into the back yard. Her steps had taken her toward the kennels before she realized what was happening. With a cry of disgust, she turned away and fled across the lawn. As she came around the corner of the shed, she stopped suddenly. Ted was kneeling by a rose bush. He dropped the pruning shears he held and stood up. "Hello Bernice."
She stood there, her long legs spread wide, her chest heaving. She pushed a limp shock of blonde hair out of her eyes and tried to think of something to say. She felt awkward in the dress that hung loosely over her willowy body. Her tits made little bumps in the patterned material. She gave Ted a weak smile and dropped her eyes.
"I wanted to apologize," she said, her voice wavering. "I behaved horribly last night. I don't know what got into me. I was kind of crazy. Maybe I should be seeing a psychiatrist." She opened her mouth to go on, but had run out of things to say. Ted took a breath and put a hand out. Bernice backed up.
"Listen, honey, it was more my fault than yours."
Bernice shook her head when Ted said this. "No. I was begging for it. Like a bitch in heat," she whispered.
"Baby, don't blame yourself. I enjoyed myself, didn't I?"
Bernice looked at him, her pale blue eyes open wide. "You did?"
"I shouldn't have given you all that booze."
"But you saw what Panther was doing to me!" she yelled. "You must think I'm just awful."
Ted reached out and Bernice stepped back. She squeezed her elbows and shook her head until her blonde hair flew out from her head.
"No, don't touch me. I couldn't stand that."
"Why couldn't you?" he asked.
"Because I'd start wanting to...." She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. "Oh, Ted, something's wrong inside me. The other day it happened and after that, I can't stop thinking about ... about...." She couldn't quite say it.
"About sex?"
Bernice nodded miserably. "It's driving me crazy!"
"It's not so abnormal for a girl your age. The trouble is that your parents have never gotten you ready for it. So you're drifting around without knowing how to cope."
"It's worse than that. I think I'm crazy!" she shouted.
Bernice turned away from him and fled, her bare feet trampling through the freshly cut grass. She heard Ted call after her, but she didn't turn. She prayed he wouldn't stop her. He didn't. She made it to the house and hurried through the kitchen into the front room.
Taking the steps two at a time, she turned down the hall and went directly to her sister's bedroom. She knew what she had to do. Her fingers shook as she jerked the drawer open and dug under Hayley's undies. But as her fingers closed around the hard, round shape of the vibrator, a sigh of relief came from her mouth.
She took her prize back to her own room, closed the door and tossed the thing on her bed. She stripped off her dress, skinned down her panties and positioned herself on her back in the middle of the mattress, her feet flat against it, knees bent and slightly apart.
The vibrator hummed to life as she flicked the switch. By the time she pressed the tip against the outer plumpness of her pussy, Bernice was panting hard. The plastic cock went into her cunt with a wet, slick sound. She pressed her palm against the base of it, making sure she got it all. It was seven inches long, but it went into her cunt until there was nothing left sticking out. She ground her hips around, enjoying the tingling thrills its vibrations sent through her cunt. Then she drew it out and stabbed herself with it again. "Yes, that's better!"
Making it go in and out was better than the tingles its batteries created. It was that thrusting, spearing movement that reminded her how Red had first fucked her. She closed her eyes and relived the scene. But the plastic prick still wasn't making it as good as the Doberman's hot, slick cock had made it.
Bernice switched her hips around, her breath faster now, her fingers shiny as she forced the vibrator in as deep as she could. Her muscles tightened around it with a slishy sound of sex. Moaning loudly, she thumbed her clit rhythmically, petting it until the surface of her skin was flushed with erotic pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She came sharply and quickly, a tight cry choked off by gasping moans. Bernice rolled her naked body across the bed. Her long legs kicked out straight as she found herself belly-down, her ass thrusting up and down, her fingers still clenched firmly over the base of the vibrator as she fucked herself with it.
Bernice pointed her toes and came gloriously. But not as gloriously as she had before. The tickling didn't last as long, nor was it so intense. And by the time she stopped shuddering, she still felt as if she weren't quite satisfied.
The vibrator came out of her cunt with a soft sound of flesh clinging around something hard. She wiped it clean and sat there for a while to catch her breath. Already she was thinking about doing it again.
"There is something wrong with me. But I'm afraid it's something no doctor would be able to fix."
The mere thought of taking her problem to a medical doctor made Bernice blanch. She didn't have the guts for that, even if she thought she could get away with it without her mother finding out. At her age, she'd be looked upon as some sort of weird specimen. She could almost see the cool, suspicious eyes of the doctor on her.
Bernice felt weak-kneed and breathless, but she slipped her dress on over her head again and went back down the hall to her sister's room. It occurred to her that she'd left her panties off. Without thinking about this too much, she left things that way. Making sure Hayley's drawer was just like it was when she opened it, Bernice went back downstairs. She was still in terrible condition. The probing of her cunt with that vibrator had only made her pussy swell up and get tingly and wet.
She knew that she couldn't get back to the kennels without passing by the gardener's quarters.
And if Ted saw her going in that direction, he'd know what was up. Bernice tried to think up more chores to do. Keeping busy was her only hope. She had started cleaning out the kitchen cabinets when the phone rang.
It was Mrs. Bremmer, their neighbor across the street. She was going to town and wondered if Bernice would mind staying in the house to mind her three-year-old. The child was asleep and probably wouldn't awaken for another hour, but she didn't want to leave him alone. Bernice told the lady that she'd be there right away. As she hung up the phone, her heart began to beat faster. Because she rememebered that the Bremmers had a dog. A beautiful, male Collie.
"Fix yourself a sandwich," Mrs. Bremmer told her as she left. "I'll be back before three."
Bernice was more nervous than ever. She tried to eat some lunch, but she wasn't very hungry. Her eyes kept turning out the window into the back yard of the Bremmer place. Jud, the big Collie, was sleeping in the shade.
"I couldn't let myself do anything like that," Bernice mumbled. But her poor little cunt throbbed like it was about to explode. She found a decanter of wine in the dining room and poured herself a generous glassful. She felt it was a mistake, even as she sipped it. Hadn't she begged Ted to get her drunk and then fuck her? To hell with it all, she thought, taking a big swallow.
Bernice felt the change come over her. She was still scared and trembling, but she didn't hesitate as she went to the back door and called the collie. Jud came wagging his tail. Bernice let him in and took him into the front room. By now she was so excited, she could hardly stand.
"Here, Jud! Here, boy!"
She sat on the couch and let the dog's long nose search between her legs. When he sniffed the musky scent of her cunt, he gave a whimper of excitement and his tongue flicked out to lick her cunt-lips.
"Yes!" Bernice opened her knees as wide as they'd go and held her pussy apart with her fingertips. The dog whined again, his tongue bringing pure pleasure pounding through her veins. Bernice squirmed her pussy slowly against the dog's panting mouth'. But it wasn't enough. Even as her clit thrilled to the soft caresses, she was thinking of cock. She wanted cock, kiside her cunt.
"Oh, my god, how can I help myself?" She couldn't. She pushed the Collie away, rolled onto her hands and knees on the floor and jerked her dress up to expose her ass. The dog licked her a little, but seemed confused. He put a paw on her leg and licked her again.
"Don't you know what to do, stupid?"
The collie whined miserably. When she looked back, Bernice almost sobbed out loud. She couldn't even see the collie's cock. He didn't seem to know what fucking was all about.
By now Bernice felt like a ravenous animal. Her pussy ached for something good and hard and hot. She was panting, looking around the room. She still had time to do what she wanted if she could just ... A curtain tie caught her eye. She grabbed it.
"Roll over, Jud," she whispered, stripping her dress all the way off. Her nakedness excited her as she pounced on the dog, straddling him with her knees. He was on his back, legs flailing. She wrapped the tie around his front paws. The dog didn't seem to mind. He didn't even fight her as she reached back under her cunt and grasped his furry sheath. Her fingers went to work on it, milking and massaging the firm shape inside.
The big Collie began to yelp as if she were torturing him. But his breathing changed, too. Bernice watched the dark, red tip of his cock emerge from the sheath.
"Good boy. It's not very thick, but I'll bet it's, long enough." She was right. Inch by inch it grew, her fingers still squeezing his sheath to tease out more. The Collie began to work his haunches, trying to fuck her fingers. She touched the glossy surface of his cock, saw the smear of wetness across her palm. It was getting big enough for her to do what she needed so badly. Bernice tossed her head, pushed her glasses back up her nose. Then she began to lower her dripping cunt down until she felt the hot, smoothly rounded tip of Jud's cock nudging her cunt-lips apart.
A pang of guilt went through her and for a moment she hated herself, hated her weakness and her sin. But as she began to rub her cunt up and down against his spike of throbbing meat, these thoughts grew blurry and indistinct. She panted loudly, enjoying the way the dog's furry body felt between her naked thighs. Being on top, squatting down over him like this was a new thrill. Her pussy was stretched wide in this position and she could control how far she wanted to go. She wanted now to go further.
With one hand braced beside the dog's head, the other one still holding his cock firmly, Bernice backed herself down upon the dog's hardness. With gentle up-and-down movements of her hips, she skewered herself with the knob-like tip. As her muscles closed behind his fat cock-head, she worked herself down onto him some more. She felt another inch slide into her cunt. Then her fingers were touching her own juicy flesh. She let the dog's prick go and began to plunge her ass around in circles.
"Nhhhhaaaahh!" she cried, working the tingles into something even more exciting. Her pussy pulsed around the firm penetration. She fed on the Collie's cock, drinking it up with her cunt. When she sucked her belly in sharply, another inch of it went up into her wet pussy.
"Better ... much better."
Her toes fanned apart as devastating thrills surged through her loins. Her nipples grew thick and felt strange when she raised a hand to touch them. They got so sensitive when something was inside her cunt. She petted the hot nubs again, enjoying the immediate pleasure at her clit. Somehow, certain parts of her body were connected. Knowing this made sex even better than it usually was. The dog lurched wildly now that his cock was slipping into something so hot and slick and tight as Bernice's cunt.
Bernice had still not grown tired of the way the two slick surfaces slipped together. Her dripping cunt seemed to almost be a part of the dog's hot cock. She rocked forward and back on her knees, stabbing herself rhythmically with his rigid prick. And the Collie thrust, too, impaling her even deeper when their movements came together.
Her thin cotton dress was bunched under her armpits as she worked her body up and down, round and round against the skewering stiffness of Jud's slender cock. To be filled was all she wanted any more.
"Whhuuuuhh," she gasped, her glasses slipping down her nose until they dropped on the dog's chest and slipped to the rug. Bernice couldn't care less. She couldn't see anyway, her eyes blurring with the fury of her passion. Again and again she lowered herself down on that lovely cock, feeling it go into her cunt until at last she was taking everything.
Working her pussy in slow circles, she felt Jud's balls mashing agianst the juicy, blossomed flesh of her crevice. She was tingling all over. The soles of her feet burned. She was going to come. She just knew she was!
Her movements became frenzied now. She was jerking up and down so fast that the dog could hardly keep up. Then he quickened, his cock-tip swelling until it seemed to jam inside her. His haunches moved in a trembling way, and the heat and friction built quickly until Bernice stiffened her arms and threw her head back. She let out a slow groan as her soft tits flushed with the excitement she felt. Her nipples were shimmering nuggets of sensitivity. If she had to experience much more pleasure, she might faint.
The sloppy sound of her cunt-hole sliding up and down the dog's shaft was very loud now, very sexy sounding. A juicy, slippery sound that made her whimper. Her clit seemed to be as big as a grapefruit. Of course it wasn't, but the electric thrills made Bernice feel like it was.
"Coming!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, I'm commmming!"
Jud gave a sharp yelp and seemed to go into convulsions. His front paws worked as if he were running. Bernice was glad she'd tied them together. She could hold him down better that way-she could grind her young, feverish pussy down against his cock and balls better.
The dog barked shrilly and she felt his cock-shaft pumping. Hot sap was spurting now, filling her. The collie licked her mouth. Bernice let him, licking his tongue back when it swiped across her open lips. In and out, faster and faster. She thought she might die of pleasure. The itchy madness swept over her again and again.
"Hurt my doggy?" A child's voice said.
Bernice felt her heart stop. She couldn't see very well without her glasses, but she knew who the small blurred shape was standing in the doorway of the room. It was Ricky, Mrs. Bremmer's three-year-old-son.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Bernice could make her mind work again, she managed to pull herself free of the collie's rigid cock. It wasn't easy. His tip had swollen so large inside her cunt that it was jammed there. But she couldn't go on doing what she was doing. She fumbled for her glasses and tried to jerk her dress down.
Somehow she staggered to her feet. The juice was making hot streaks down the insides of her thighs and her climax hadn't quite ended. She pushed her glasses onto her nose and blinked as the image of the young boy came into focus.
"Ricky! I thought you were taking a nap." She tried to make her voice sound innocent, as if she'd been interrupted reading a comic book.
"Were you hurting my doggie?" the child frowned.
"Of course not. Jud and I were just...." She bit her lip. " ... wrestling."
"Not wrestling," the boy insisted. "Hurting Jud."
Bernice knelt beside the frowning young boy. She smoothed his hair, trying to keep her hand from trembling. Her cunt was still throbbing. She could hardly get her breath.
"Haven't you ever wrestled with Jud?"
"Not like that," the boy said, shaking his head. "Not naked."
"Oh, darling, I wasn't naked. My dress must have slipped up."
"Not wearing panties."
"Of course I am. You must have just thought I wasn't." Bernice felt like slapping the little idiot across the face. But she knew none of this was his fault. She just wanted to escape, to get the hell out of there. "Let's go in the back yard and play a game until your mother gets home. Wouldn't you like that?"
The boy's frown turned slowly to a smile. He nodded. "Like play with Bernice."
"Good. We'll have fun. And you'll forget about all this."
"Sure my doggy not hurt?" The boy pointed at the big Collie. "Look, he licking his thingy." The frown returned. "You hurt Jud's thingy?"
"Of course not, honey. All dogs lick their...." Bernice took a breath. " ... thingy." She pulled the toddler behind her toward the back door. On the lawn, she entertained him hoping that the fun and games would obscure what he'd witnessed a few moments before. How much had he seen? How much did he know? Not much, Bernice hoped. He wouldn't have enough experience to add things up. But it had been close. Too close.
* * *
When Ricky's mother came back from shopping, the boy didn't seem in any hurry to tell her anything. He went on playing in his sandbox and Bernice returned home, still worrying and feeling more guilty than ever. She seemed to be teetering on the edge of insanity now. Her body had run amuck, taking her on trips she didn't want to go on. Or did she?
"There's a word for what I am. Nympho...."
Bernice frowned, unable to remember the rest of it. She took a cold shower, trying to punish herself for her sins. But as soon as the punishment stopped and she was drying off, she was yearning for more action. Her thoughts drifted back to her father's dogs again. Those big, hefty Dobermans just waiting for her in the pen. Though she hated herself for even considering such a thing, Bernice knew she was going to have to visit the dogs again. And soon.
Somehow, she got through the rest of the day. Her mother complimented her on her housecleaning. Though Hayley gave her a baleful look for daring to disturb the sanctuary of her private room without her there to watch, she gave grudging thanks, too.
Bernice watched Hayley model the new clothes she'd gotten in town and wished that she could get something new sometime. When she mentioned it to her mother, the reply went along the usual line.
"You're too young to be worried about clothes, dear. Why when I was your age...."
Bernice turned off the rest of the story. It really didn't matter whether she had any new clothes or not. That wasn't uppermost in her mind these past few days. The sort of activities she'd been engaging in were better without any clothes at all! She hated herself for her wickedness. But another part of her gloried in the fact that she was concealing a secret from her mother and sister. Nobody knew the real Bernice. She wasn't just a lanky, awkward girl with glasses. When the moon came out she fucked dogs! To just think of it made Bernice shiver. It was a secret so wicked, so totally unforgivable that Bernice felt almost as if she weren't really a girl at all. She'd become some kind of half-beast who wanted to feel furry bodies and hot, slick cocks. The sight of the collie's long, slender prick had made her weak with desire. To feel that glossy thing going into her....
"Ohhh, I'm so horny I could die." Even her vocabulary was changing, at least the private vocabulary she used when alone. All the words she'd heard whispered at school but never dared say were popping out now. She was beginning to enjoy the feel of them on her tongue and the sound of them in her ears.
"Fuck. I wish Panther would fuck me until I couldn't see straight." This spoken daydream made Bernice giggle uncontrollably. Her mother gave her an odd look and Bernice blushed and hurried out the back door.
She needed a drink. And she knew who had something. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Bernice went down the path through the trees. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a T-shirt for a change. But the grass still tickled her bare feet in a most sensual way. The tickle went up her legs and started her cunt to throbbing. As she began to run, her nipples rubbed against her T-shirt. But she liked the rubbing. It was lots more fun going without one of those stupid old bras.
When Bernice knocked at Ted's door, no one came. But she could hear something inside, a radio playing softly. She went in, her eyes scanning the room, her fingers brushing this, touching that. The gardener's clothes were draped over a chair and there was an open bottle of beer on a table. From the bathroom she could hear the sound of running water. Ted was taking a shower.
Eyeing the beer, Bernice didn't hesitate. She gulped the first three swallows and waited for the fizzy effect of the alcohol to hit her. It took only minutes. Then she quaffed the rest down and put the empty bottle back where she found it. She felt better now. It was a discovery she was thankful about. Whenever her guilt became too much, a little drink seemed to knock off the sharp edge. A drink helped her forget that her mother favored her older sister much more than she did Bernice. A drink blurred the fact that she'd tried in vain to gain her mother's love. In fact, a second beer could make her forget all that sort of crap completely.
Then she could think about her favorite subject-dogs!
Rummaging in Ted's refrigerator, Bernice found that second beer. She was halfway through with it when he stepped into the room and saw her. He tightened the towel around his waist and frowned.
"I didn't know you were here, Bernice. Does your mother know...?"
"Of course not. I'm not going to tell that old bitch anything." Her own words shocked her. She'd never dared think of her mother as an old bitch, much less say it. She took a long pull on the beer.
"I've been thinking about what happened," Ted went on. "I'm not the sort of guy who goes around seducing teenagers and I want you to know, Bernice, that if I had it to do over...."
"You'd do it again, wouldn't you?" Her smile turned sly, then teasing. She was sprawled over the arm of a chair, one long leg kicking gently, rhythmically. She arched her back a little so that her small tits would press outward against the tight cling of her T-shirt.
"Yeah. I probably would. It would take more willpower than I have to resist you."
"Do you like my body?" Where were these words coming from? Bernice gave a little giggle and belched. Her pale blue eyes fluttered behind her glasses. Damned glasses. She took them off.
"I'm crazy about your body." Something moved behind Ted's towel. He pressed his lips together and grabbed his pants from the chair near the door. "That doesn't mean I'm going to make the same mistake twice. I work for your mother. I just can't...."
Bernice got up unsteadily. Her head spun in a nice sort of way. She went towards the gardener. He backed into his bedroom, his hand clenched to hold the towel over his nakedness. Bernice had never seen a man afraid of her. And Ted's cock was really pushing out his towel now.
"Tek, you've got to help me. Something is wrong inside me. I just can't stop thinking about...." She licked her lips and felt almost like crying. Instead, she began to laugh. She couldn't stop. Ted took the beer from her hand and put it on the table.
"You'd better sober up somewhere else. I'm not going to take you to my bed, if that's what you want."
"Help me!" she pleaded, clawing at his shoulders, her small tits brushing across his chest. She wished he'd pull her T-shirt off so her nipples could touch him. But then her mind swirled suddenly with wild and crazy thoughts. Dogs chasing her, catching her, fucking her. Ted twisted away, his breath sounding harsh in his throat.
"Leave me alone, god damn it. I could go to jail easy as hell for what I've already done. Don't you realize how young you are?"
"Then help me," Bernice whimpered. She pressed closer, grabbing his arm as he tried to retreat into his bedroom. "Get a dog for me."
"You're crazy."
"I need a dog. Get Panther. Bring him here and I'll sneak out of my room tonight and come down."
"Bernice, I'm not going to...."
"Then I'll tell my mother what you did to me. I'll tell her every naughty detail. How you made me lie down and how you made me spread my legs and...."
"That's a lie!"
Bernice was crying loudly now. "I'll tell her how you stuck your big hard cock into...."
Ted clamped a hand over her mouth. When her breathing had quieted, he let her go. "Okay, you win. I'll get the dog and bring him over here."
"Thank you, Ted!" She clung to him, her slim hips moving instinctively. She was ravenous. Her heart pounded. She'd never be able to wait until night fell. And Ted was so warm, hardening under his towel. Her thin, long fingers slipped down. Ted took a breath.
"No!"
"Ted ... just touch me. Do something. I'm burning up."
"No, damn it. I'm in enough hot water already. I...."
"Ted...." She had his hand, pulling his finger up to her mouth. She sucked the littlest one, her tongue riding back and forth along it. Pricks filled her mind again. She'd never sucked one, but she'd heard about girls doing that. Did Ted feel her passion?
"Damn it, baby. You don't seem to realize...." Ted turned to face the wall. He was shaking, his muscled back tense, his damp dark curls tangled over his neck and ears. Bernice went to the bed and skinned her T-shirt off over her head. Then she unbuttoned her cut-offs and began to work them down. Ted heard the sound of her undressing and made a strangled sound deep in his throat.
"I'm not going to fuck you," he hissed, still not turning to look at her. Bernice squirmed atop his unmade bed. Her long, lightly tanned legs kicked open and she moved her ass up and down.
"Then lick me! Ohhh, Ted, if you don't do something I'll die."
He turned suddenly then, his eyes crazy-looking. With a sigh, he threw the towel aside and fell to his knees by the bed. Bernice was rolling her ass there on the edge of the mattress, knees wide apart, her cunt-lips flowering out to expose all the dainty pink secrets her cunt held.
"God in heaven," Ted moaned, clutching her thighs. Then he buried his open mouth into the musky fever of her pussy, wallowing his head back and forth, smearing her juices across his cheeks.
"Ghhhaaaaahh," Bernice babbled, plunging against his face. She felt his tongue plunging and whipping her tender cunt. She dug her nails into his hair and begged for more. "Ohhhh, eat me! Ohhhhh, god, yessss!"
Bernice tossed her blonde hair, her glasses flopping off onto the bed, her back arching sharply as she entered that glorious world of sex again. It was a world she grew more and more accustomed to. A world she wanted to live in all her waking hours.
"Baby doll," Ted moaned, feasting gingerly now, teasing her clit until she couldn't think. Bernice arched her whole body now until only her shoulders and ass touched the mattress. The slow, licking sounds went on. The velvety rub of Ted's tongue took her up on a quickly rising spiral of pleasure.
"Honeeeeeee!" she cried, digging her fingers even deeper in his curly hair. "Ohhhhh, I'm gonna come!"
Ted licked her ravenously' again, his tongue gliding along the full length of her pussy. Her flesh was all pumped up and spongy slick. His tongue went between her lips, skittered over her clit, then dove down to her hole. He used it like a little cock, pushing into the circle of muscles, pushing, pushing.
"Ahhhhh!"
Wild shudders of ecstasy went through Bernice's loins. She danced her ass wildly on the edge of the bed. Her juices leaked down to wet the sheet. Then she came with a short, tight squeal of passion. As soon as her writhing throes had grown gender, Ted pulled his mouth away and wiped the back of his hand across his lips.
"Now get out of here," he panted. He slumped into a chair, reached to touch his rigid cock, but pulled his hand away as if suffering some secret pain.
"What's wrong, Ted?" Bernice managed to say. She rolled weakly onto her side. Feeling for her glasses, she finally found them and pushed them on. Ted's cock looked enormous. The head was dark red and throbbing as if it might burst the skin that contained the trapped blood.
"Go on, get out. I'm hurting."
Bernice was fascinated by this new part of her sexual education. And it excited her that a man could actually be excited to the point of pain. She stumbled across the room and knelt beside the muscled gardener. His craggy face was coated with sweat and he was breathing harshly through his teeth.
Without saying anything, Bernice reached out. Ted tried to knock her hands away, but she curled her fingers around his shaft and squeezed. The head grew darker, grew fatter yet. Her eyes widened behind the lenses of her glasses. She'd never realized that a man's prick could look so strange. She squeezed again, sliding Ted's foreskin up then down again. She watched his expression change. This time when he tried to make her stop, his fingers just brushed the back of her hand and fell away. She pumped his cock faster, letting her forefinger bump against the flared edge of his swollen prick.
"Ohhhhh shit," Ted sighed, his eyes rolling out of focus. His head fell back in the chair. His chest heaved. Bernice felt the surging power against her palm. She was still panting from her own tight climax and now she knew she was pulling Ted along quickly towards his orgasm.
"God, it's jumping in my hand."
"Uhhhh! Berneeeeece!"
"Wooweee. It's big. And getting bigger!"
With her free hand, Bernice brushed Ted's heavy hanging balls, then cupped them gently. She didn't know exactly what she was doing, but they looked as if they'd be nice to hold. They were nice to squeeze, too, and she squeezed them each time she jerked her clenched fingers upwards. Poor Ted wasn't even breathing now. And his face was so red.
A white streak leaped upwards from the cock she was pumping. Bernice was so surprised that she hesitated for a moment. But the look on Ted's face told her she'd better keep on with what she'd been doing.
The hot, sticky stuff was going everywhere now. She pumped his prick furiously, each spurt jerking in lazy spirals that fell across her arm. The clinging strings had a sharp, strange smell. Bernice licked her lips. A vague curiosity tingled at the edge of her consciousness. What did that stuff taste like?
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, god damn," Ted moaned, his head falling to the side. He moved his ass around on the chair as Bernice continued to milk hot cum from his cock. By now, the leaping spurts had died down, becoming small, creamy surges that fountained up only an inch or so, then dribbled down the rigid length of Ted's cock. Bernice tingled as the glossy mess spread over her fingers. She'd never imagined that anything like this could excite her.
"Okay," Ted said at last, "now get on out. I don't think I can stand looking at you much longer without...." He turned his head away.
Bernice felt hurt. She wiped her cummy hand on the bed and pulled her clothes on. At the door she looked back, one hip thrust out. Ted glanced up, quickly looked away again.
"I'll be back tonight, Ted. Don't forget your promise."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hours seemed like years. Supper took an eternity and her mother seemed to keep on talking about nothing important at all. Hayley and Bernice sat politely, listening, waiting. Bernice wondered if her sister was itching to close herself in her bedroom and play with that battery-powered vibrator. The same one that had been pushed deep into her very own cunt. Just the thought of it made Bernice tingle. She fidgeted, her bare feet rubbing a table leg. The firmness of the wooden shape reminded her of other things that were so nice and firm. But unlike the table leg, they were hot, too. She loved them hot-big, hot cocks.
"What in the world are you daydreaming about?" her mother asked, shocking Bernice back to reality.
"Nothing."
"You had the strangest look."
"Could I be excused, please?"
Bernice went upstairs and sat in the darkness of her room, waiting, counting the seconds. Though her cunt had been licked only hours before, she needed more excitement again. She needed it very, very badly.
She heard her sister come upstairs and go to her room. Soon, her mother's footsteps came down the hall. She liked to say goodnight to them sometimes. Bernice quickly slipped into her nightgown and sat on the bed. Her mother didn't suspect the incredible thoughts that were racing through her mind.
Alone, Bernice began to count the minutes again. She knew that she should wait another hour to be safe. She couldn't wait.
As she passed her sister's room, she was sure she heard the faint hum of the vibrator. Putting her ear against the door, she listened to Hayley's panting whimpers. This only excited her all the more. She hurried downstairs on tiptoes, her silky gown sliding sexily against her sleek flesh.
The house was dark. She prayed her mother was already asleep. Opening the back screen quietly, Bernice hurried across the dewy grass. Her heart pounded in anticipation of what awaited her. She was sure she'd scared Ted into cooperating. He didn't have to know that she would never really tell a soul about anything she'd been doing, certainly not what he'd done to her. But her little game was working. Because as she neared the gardener's small bungalow, she saw his shadow move across the light streaming from his door. At his side was the biggest Doberman of all-Panther.
"I'm here," she announced breathlessly, slipping inside.
Ted didn't look happy at all. "You want to go through with this?"
"Ohhh, Ted, you don't understand. It's eating me up inside, this hunger. I'm crazy with it." She eyed the black beast hungrily. "Ohhh, look at him. He remembers...."
Ted seemed suddenly confused, even scared. "What do you want me to do?"
"Just keep a hold on him. He's big. He might hurt me."
"Bernice, I can hardly believe all this. It's like some insane dream. Have you ever done this with a dog before?"
Bernice swallowed, nodding slowly. "With Red. All Panther's done is lick me."
"God...."
"Yes. Like you did. But now I want him to...." Bernice closed her eyes slowly, then fluttered them open again. "Fuck me. Yes, fuck me with that big long...."
"You are crazy," Ted mumbled. He jerked the Doberman's collar, pulling him towards the bedroom. Bernice went along, her feet hardly touching the rug. She lay down on the edge of the bed, much in the same position she'd taken that afternoon when she'd begged Ted to eat out her cunt.
"When Red did it to me, he took me dog-style. But I want to see how it feels face to face this time."
The metallic click of a leash being snapped to Panther's collar caused a surge of juice to ooze from Bernice's cunt. Holding the leash, Ted stood back from her and gave the dog a little room to maneuver.
"Here, boy ... here." She pulled a finger between the slick plumpness of her cunt-lips and offered her hand to the huge dog. He licked her fingers hungrily and almost immediately she saw the red tip of his cock poke out of its sheath.
"Bernice, I don't know about this. I feel like you're making a mistake."
"No. I want it. Just look at it! Ohhhh, it's huge! It's all red and slippery and hot!"
The dog strained against his leash. Ted gave him another few inches and the animal got his front paws up on the bed, straddling Bernice's waist, his tongue dripping hot saliva onto her navel.
"Go on, give him more leash."
"What if he hurts you?"
"He won't. He thinks I'm a dog, too." Bernice wrapped her arms around the big dog's furry neck, it was much more thrilling to face the beast who was about to stab his cock into her cunt. He thrust and the barbed tip slid slickly along the length of her hot pussy. Her clit leaped up to meet it. Ted cursed as he fought to restrain the monster dog.
"Uhhhh," Bernice moaned, her hips whipping from side to side. She reached down with both hands to search for the throbbing stiffness she needed so badly. Her trembling fingers went around Panther's shaft. She whimpered as she felt how slick it was. Gingerly, she caressed the full length of it, felt more cock sliding from the dog's tight sheath.
The beast yipped, his haunches driving forward. Again Ted cursed, the leash going tight as he tried to keep the big dog from hurting her. Bernice didn't care about the danger. She was too excited, too eager to feel herself being stabbed by the dog's incredible cock.
"Ohhhh, let him come forward!" she babbled, her thumb and finger making a tight circle around the fat knob that seemed to leak a slick fluid even as she squeezed it.
Now she guided the dog-cock up and down her crevice, smearing her juices around so that there'd be less friction when the dog penetrated her cunt. Her muscles opened and closed as if begging for cock. She pushed the fleshy barb into her pussy and humped her back down into the bed, tilting her hips at the same time. The angle was perfect and Panther seemed to sense this immediately.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried as the beast humped his back, thrusting forward with vicious, crazed movements. The leash stretched tightly and Ted braced himself to make sure the Doberman didn't fuck too deep into her cunt.
Bernice threw her legs out, her long, narrow feet kicking high as she made herself vulnerable to the big dog's prick. With her fingertips, she could feel his shaft sliding by, feel it going into her velvet-soft pussy.
"Nhhhhaaaahhh," she murmured, head thrown to the side. It was good. Even better than she'd hoped. Her ass began a slow and steady movement.
An up and down movement that rubbed the dog's prick-tip against her silky cunt-lips. Panther growled and hunched his back with a jerk.
"Wow!" Bernice gasped, her glasses falling from her face. Her white asscheeks quivered as she took the lunging blow. Her fingertips were glossy from her juices and the dog's slick shaft. She reached back along the stiff and throbbing cock until she came to the furry sheath. Then she felt still farther until she gripped the warm balls floating in their sac.
Her ass worked eagerly now, dancing from side to side, then up and down as the Doberman penetrated her inch by inch, his tongue slopped hotly across her neck and face.
Arching her back, Bernice offered her small tits. The dog accepted her offer and she whimpered as he teased one tit with his huge fangs. His back feet scratched against the carpet as he continued to work his haunches powerfully. His cock was stretching her out inside, the large head plowing her cunt-flesh aside. The juicy, sexy sound grew louder as Bernice rolled her ass, her hands cupping the dog's balls.
The she threw both arms around his furry back and pulled him down against her as she rutted. The dog's tongue slopped across her other tit now. His hot breath sent shivers through her. She could hear Ted breathing hard as he kept a tight hold on the leash.
"Jesus Christ," he gasped. Bernice was surprised at her own lack of self-consciousness. In fact, having Ted there watching her was even more exciting. She knew he could see the way the dog was licking her. The way he was fucking her. She wondered if Ted wished it was him between her tan thighs.
"Ohhhh, Ted," she gasped, "give him more leash."
"But...."
"Ohhh, do. Let him do what he wants."
As the leash slackened, Panther lunged, his big chest pushing down against her. His front paws were heavy on her shoulders. His mouth opened and she saw him close his big white teeth down slowly, saw the fangs sinking into the delicate swell of one tit. At the same time, his tongue flicked across her nipple and the nub rose immediately, glistening with Panther's saliva.
Bernice tightened her cunt. The dog shivered as his blood-fat cock was squeezed by her strongly muscled pussy. He jerked backward and forward, his cock gouging pure pleasure from her juicy cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" she babbled, her fingers digging into his neck fur. She pulled his mouth down hard against her tit. He devoured it without hurting her and Bernice was wild for more. She twisted her body, making him slurp hungrily at her other tit. Her nipple rose and throbbed with fresh thrills. Ted cursed again and pulled back on the leash.
"He's going too deep," he mumbled. "No! Let him."
"Damn it, Bernice, he must have eight inches!"
"So do you!" she whined, remembering the size and shape of the gardener's prick.
"Yeah, but I didn't put it into you all the way. I was afraid...." The Doberman lurched wildly and Ted fought to hold him.
Panther had taken him by surprise, though. His ass slammed forward as he fought to touch the deepest, hottest place inside Bernice's cunt. She squirmed like a snake, her flat tummy heaving with excitement, her young tits quivering as she shoved them upward.
"Nhhuuhhhh," she moaned, drooling with excitement. "Ohhhhh, fuck me Panther, fuck me!"
The bed thumped as she took his cock deeper. Her legs rose and she locked them behind the dog's back. She dug along his ribs with her heels, pulling him down against her, wanting all he could give.
The big animal whimpered, his open mouth sliding around her neck now. He turned his head so that he could bite down. Bernice felt his tongue licking her throat. His breath burned. She tightened her legs around his body as her hips plunged frantically.
White-hot pleasure was growing along her cunt crevice. She worked it into a blazing thrill, then kept plunging to make it even better.
The dog held her firmly as if making certain she would not try to get away during the final seconds. It was instinctive. The need to implant his hot seed into her womb. This thought thrilled Bernice all the more and she clung to his furry back, her body snaking this way and that, her eyes glazed with the ecstasy that throbbed at the edges of her consciousness.
"Ohhhhh, it's wonderful. Ohhhhhh, god, Ted, let the leash go."
"Like hell."
"Let it go!"
The dog was suddenly all over her, his claws digging at her shoulders, his belly tight against hers. His haunches moved with rapid, hard thrusts and the sound of his steady in-and-out penetration grew loud and very wet sounding. He began to growl again and Bernice knew her cunt was about to spasm.
With wild spurts, Panther's cock went off inside her cunt. She cried out as she felt each surge. Her pussy milked at his prick to get as much of his jism as she could.
Creamy sap was dripping onto the edge of the bed now. The dog moved wildly, his cock almost slipping out of her cunt. But his huge prick seemed to catch against her pussy-opening, keeping it inside her cunt.
Bernice and the dog rolled together frantically. She could still hear Ted breathing hard somewhere in the room. Without her glasses, she saw only blurry shapes and couldn't seem to focus on them. Her head spun as exquisite thrills knifed through her cunt one after the other. The dog's hot, slick cock was rubbing her pussy into an inferno of joy. She heard her own weak squeals. She heard the pounding in her temples. And the dog's mouth closed again on her tit.
Then she was limp, arms and legs thrown apart. Ted was pulling on the leash, trying to get the beast off of her writhing body.
"Ouch!" she cried, "he's caught inside my pussy!"
With both hands, she squeezed the dog's shaft. But they were both so cummy down there that she kept losing her grip. At last, Ted jerked the leash again and the dog's cock came free with a hot, sucking noise.
Bernice gave a cry when she saw how big the dog's cock had grown while rooting in and out of her slick cunt. If she hadn't just taken him to the hilt, she never would have thought it possible.
"Ohhh, Ted, did he put that inside me?"
"Yeah. It's a wonder you weren't killed."
"That's why it felt so tight."
"You crazy little nymphomaniac."
That was the word. The one she'd tried to remember earlier. Panting hard, Bernice felt around on the bed for her glasses. Nymphomaniac. She kind of liked the sound of it.
Ted was pulling the big dog out of the room. She heard barks and more struggling as the front screen opened. Then there was silence. She was too weak to get up. She just lay there trying to get her breath, thinking over what had just happened.
Her poor little cunt felt thoroughly, wonderfully fucked.
The front door slammed again and she heard Ted's footsteps. She felt suddenly self-conscious. Now that the wild moment with Panther had passed, she realized her situation. A naked teenage girl, her cunt swollen and smeared with fresh dog cum, her nipples swollen from excitement.
"Ted? Ted, what's wrong?"
Bernice pushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes and pushed herself up on her elbows. Ted walked over to her and began to unbutton his shirt. He had the strangest look on his face. Bernice closed her long legs slowly.
"You're gonna suck me first," he gasped. "Then I'm going to fuck you like that dog fucked you."
"Ted!" Bernice rolled to the side, scrambling on hands and knees to get away. But Ted caught her around the waist and threw her down against the mattress. He rolled onto his back, pulling her face down to where his cock was. His pants were tangled around his knees now, and Bernice could see the dark red of his tip as it pushed out from the clinging foreskin.
"No! I couldn't do something like that."
"Suck. You heard me. I've got to feel that mouth of yours."
"But ... mmmmmhhuuhh!"
Ted pushed his prick across her closed lips. The musky smell of his cock made her dizzy. It was velvety smooth and slick. She panted faster, jerking her head one way, then the other.
"Come on, if you can fuck that dog, you can suck my cock."
"Ohhhh, god!"
Ted pulled her head down. Her lips opened around the pulsing, stream-lined shape of his cock. She whimpered as it slipped inside her mouth. Her tongue fluttered against it as if to push it away. This contact made Ted groan. But Bernice thought she might faint. To know that a man's cock was inside her mouth was blowing her mind.
"Ohhhhhhmmmmmm," she moaned around his hard, pulsing, throbbing shaft.
Her saliva ran down and made bright beads in the curly hair around Ted's balls. He grabbed the back of her head, making her take more cock. The only thing to do was suck him, suck him and swallow her flooding saliva.
"Yeah, baby. Ohhh, yeah. Your mouth is so fucking soft!"
CHAPTER NINE
As Bernice was forced to bob her head, the swollen tip of Ted's cock slid against her tongue, nudging ever closer to her tonsils. She knew she was going to choke soon if he didn't stop. But as his cock-head went into her throat, her gagging reflexes only spasmed weakly. Her belly bucked and she flopped around on the bed between the strong man's legs. But she didn't really choke. Her throat closed around his cock-tip, smearing it with saliva, squeezing its plumpness until Ted groaned.
Now he pulled back, letting his prick nestle into the deep, warm trough her tongue had made. Bernice suckled him noisily, hoping that if she did that, he wouldn't be so tempted to go deep again.
The muscles in Ted's belly trembled. Bernice felt weird watching his reactions to the sliding suction of her tongue. At first, she was frightened half out of her wits. Sucking a cock was so taboo in her mind that she had rarely even thought about it. But fucking dogs had been just as taboo. As the moments passed, the jerking firmness of Ted's prick began to work on her. She slid her fingers up the insides of his thighs, then gripped his heavy balls and squeezed them as she sucked.
"Mmmmmm" she sighed, getting into it now. Her head bobbed without Ted having to urge her. Her lips sucked tightly up the length of his shaft, then writhed across his tip, caressing his spongy flesh in a teasing way.
Ted tried to thrust into her mouth deeper. Bernice let her mouthr slide back down his shaft again, taking him almost as deep as he'd forced her to do a little while before.
"Baby doll," he panted.
Ted squeezed her head between his thighs, his hips hunching slowly as he drove the head of his cock in and out of her mouth. He seemed very excited. His chest heaved as he pulled in huge lungfuls of air. Bernice had become almost as excited herself. Her pussy was still swollen and she squirmed around, pressing her thighs together to make hot friction against her clit. She writhed like this as she sucked, as she let Ted fuck between her lips. Her tongue fluttered up and down his shaft. She'd discovered that those fat lobes just at the underside of his cockhead were the most sensitive. She caressed them rhytmically, watching Ted gasp as the thrills cut through his loins.
"Stop now, Bernice ... ohhhh, god, stop!"
She popped her lips free and stared at what she'd been sucking on. It was every bit as big as Panther's cock, just different looking. Ted rolled her onto her belly and made her get onto hands and knees. Then he mounted her from behind, pushing his prick upwards along her pussy until he found her juicy, cum-slickened cunt-hole.
"Ahhhhh," she cried as his cock stabbed into her cunt. She was so slimy that it had gone in easily, her spongy pussy clinging and pulling at his big prick.
Ted held her hips in his strong hands and fucked hard and fast. His cock went in eight inches and was drawn back seven. Then eight again, over and over, the spearing friction growing intense very quickly.
"Nhhhuuhh," Bernice gasped, surprised that she was so close to coming...." damn," Ted choked, his fingers tightening. Inside her cunt, the head of his prick swelled, then seemed to burst. She felt a flood of heat. More cum was dripping out from around the edges of her pussy.
"Yesssss!" she babbled. Her clit jerked with keen pleasure and she felt herself slipping into that frenzy that always overtook her before she had an orgasm.
Bernice fell forward, her legs sliding out straight, but still spread apart. Ted fucked her from behind, his belly pressing agianst her uplifted asscheeks as she squirmed furiously with the excitement of the climax that rippled through her loins. Only minutes had passed between this climax and her last one. She pinched her ass, pinched her cunt around him, too. He gave a sharp cry as he began to spurt.
Bernice felt his hot cream filling her, mixing with the dog's cum. She moved her slim body faster, liking the way she was being mashed down into the bed. Cocks were wonderful, she decided, whether they belonged to a dog or a man.
* * *
It was a foggy memory of exactly how she'd gotten back to her own bed. She remembered drinking wine with Ted after their wild fuck. He'd wanted to talk about sex and she'd complied, the liquor freeing her of self-consciousness. She'd told him how it had first happened, how she'd been licked while feeding the dogs in their pen. Ted had demanded details. Exactly how had it felt? Had she come? Had she liked it? This took more wine. Bernice hadn't been sure just how many of her secrets she should let out. But Ted had certainly seemed to enjoying hearing anything she had to say.
He had begun to question her on the first time a dog had actually fucked her. She had filled in the lurid details, often having to stop when Ted had demanded for her to linger on a particularly erotic part.
"Sure I like their cocks," she had said during one such story. "That's what goes into me, right?" She had tilted her head and had hiccupped loudly. Ted had filled her glass. She'd gone on about how it felt to touch them and to let them thrust. Ted had almost panted at this point.
"You like to feel their furry bodies?" he had asked.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Do you like it when they lick your tits?"
"Of course, Ted. You would, too, if you were a girl." Ted had downed his wine in a gulp at this. Before she had left to return to the big house, he'd mauled her gently by his door, remembering what the dog had done to her.
"Tomorrow maybe we can...." Bernice had lowered her eyes shyly.
"Yeah," the gardener had whispered with passion in his voice. "For sure."
But morning brought something different. Bernice awoke to learn from her sister that her father was returning on the noon plane. After breakfast, Bernice was busy around the house. Even Hayley helped out for once. In a way, Bernice resented her father for arriving like that. It was as if he deemed himself so important that he didn't need to see them very often. Only often enough to make things a hassle.
The plane was met, a greeting given and the family came home together. But they had barely gotten in the house when Bernice heard her father saying something to their mother that shocked her dumb. He was going to sell the dogs. She tried to control her emotions as she picked up the details.
"You remember Barney Hagerson, the man with the farm just outside town?" It was her father talking. "He's been after me for a long time. Offered me good money for Red. I decided to throw in Panther and Brownie, too. I don't get to spend enough time with them to do them any good."
"But Daddy, I've been taking care of them."
Bernice realized that both her parents were staring at her in shocked surprise.
"Why Bernice," her mother started, "you've always hated taking care of the Dobermans. You've told me you don't like them, that you're afraid of them. If we hadn't insisted, you would never go near their pen."
"Well, I've changed." Bernice knew her cheeks were turning red. Could her parents read her mind? Had they already guessed her awful secret?
"That's all fine and good, Bernice," her father said. "But I've already made the deal. Mr. Hagerson is coming to pick them up this afternoon."
"Oh." Bernice had to run from the room to keep from bursting into tears. She could feel her parents still watching her. From the kitchen, she heard their concerned whispers. Now she'd done it. Now she'd gotten them suspicious. But she couldn't help it. All she could thing of was Panther and his big red cock going in and out of her cunt. That was the world to her. Oh, fucking Ted was nice, too. But it was Panther and Red she really got off on. They made her come like she was leaving the galaxy. And she didn't think she could stand to be without their hot, slick dog-pricks.
Bernice found Ted working near the back of the property. He was pushing a wheelbarrow as she ran up, tears streaking her cheeks.
"Oh, Ted, the dogs are going to be taken away!" She threw herself into his arms. "What am I going to do?"
"Hey, baby, calm down. If anybody sees you acting like this...."
"I can't help it. I can't stand to do without...." She bit her lip. She really felt, crazy. And it didn't feel good. Her hot little cunt throbbed. "Help me, Ted!"
"What can I do? They're not my dogs."
"It's my father's fault. He sold them. Oh, I hate him for that."
"You'd better get back up to the house," Ted warned, looking around nervously. "This doesn't look too good. You mother could start getting strange ideas.
"But you'll help me? Promise you will?"
Ted smiled, his strong fingers lingering over the warm swell of her asscheeks.
"I'll try to think of something. Just don't forget, I only work here."
"Oh, Ted," Bernice sighed, rubbing her small tits against his sweat-damp T-shirt. "If you help me, I'll do anything for you, anytime you want me to do it." Her eyes told him exactly what she had in mind. Her fingers found his cock to seal the promise.
"Baby, god damn...."
"Mmmmmm, it's hard. Like Panther gets."
"Take it easy."
Her fingers tightened more, then she found the tab of his zipper and yanked it down. Now she was inside his skivvies, squeezing the real thing. "Feel good?"
"... yeah, god damn right...."
"I'd suck you if it wasn't out in the broad daylight like this."
"You'd better get out of here." Ted said it but didn't push her hand away. She was pumping his foreskin up and down. His cock jutted out of his jeans now, and it looked far too big to ever fit inside his pants again. The head was a dusky red and shiny with juice.
"Want me to keep on?';'
"Yeah ... no." Ted grasped her shoulders. His knees were trembling. "Christ, baby, you've really changed in the past few days, you know that?"
"Something snapped inside me." Her mouth wet his neck. "Something that had been straining to break for a long, long time." Her fingers worked him, working pre-cum from his rigid cock.
"Hope they can't see us from the house."
"They can't see through the trees," Bernice told him. It was fun to excite a man. Almost as fun as exciting a dog. "Did you enjoy watching Panther fuck me?" she whispered, her tongue touching his earlobe as she stood on tiptoes, her tits against his chest.
"When you fuck me," Bernice confided, "I pretend you are a dog." Her hand jerked steadily up and down. Ted was panting out of control now. She could sense the taut state of his passion.
"Baby," he groaned, "Baby doll."
"Shall I keep doing it? Shall I finish you off?"
"I ... I ... ohhhhh, fuck!"
Realizing what was about to happen, Bernice cupped her free hand over the swollen head of Ted's cock. His cum spattered hotly against her palm as she continued to jerk him. It ran down her wrist, dripped into the grass between her bare feet. Bernice breathed hard and deep. Doing this was very exciting. She was no longer repelled by the thought of a man's juices streaming out all over the place. She had even started to think about tasting cum some time. She'd tasted Ted's cock. Surely his cum couldn't be that bad.
As his prick-shaft continued to jerk, she brought her palm up to her lips, smelling the rich, gooey stuff first. Then she put her tongue out as Ted watched through sex-dazed eyes.
"It's not so terrible." She scooped up a glop of jism with her tongue and smacked her lips slowly. "Kind of salty."
"Ohhhhh, baby. Ohhhhh, god!" Ted's knees almost went, but he managed to lean against the wheelbarrow. Bernice wiped her hand on his T-shirt with a teasing grin.
"I told you I'll do things for you. Nice things. Whenever you want." She smiled softly. "Just help me keep Panther."
"I'll try honey. I'll try my damnedest."
Bernice went back to the house feeling a little better. But her little hand games with Ted had gotten her so hot that she could think of nothing but release. She found her sister's vibrator, sneaked it into her own bathroom, stripped off her panties and jerked up her dress.
Sitting on the closed toilet, she eased the smooth, hard object into her pussy. It felt nice going in and out, but the batteries were low. After a few moments, the humming stopped.
"I'll just have to go on without them," Bernice panted. Her juicy, swollen cunt-hole took every bit of plastic she could push up into it. She straightened her legs and writhed her ass against the lid of the toilet. It wasn't nearly so good as playing with dogs, but she was getting there. Little by little, she was getting there.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, just a few seconds more. Just a few...."
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Bernice, your father wants you downstairs. He wants you to help him with the dogs."
"Whhhuuh?" Bernice managed to say. She was so close to coming that she'd almost forgotten her own name.
"Mr. Hagerson is here to pick up the dogs." Her mother sounded irritated. "Hurry up now, we'll be waiting."
Weakly, Bernice pulled the vibrator from her hot little hole and wiped her juices off. She got her dress back down and somehow got the door unlocked. She seemed to hover on the verge of a climax with every step she took. Her cunt-lips rubbed sexily together as she made her way downstairs. Mr. Hagerson greeted her and she made herself mouth the polite amenities. But inside, she hated him like she did her father. He was taking away her animals.
She hung back, watching with a pout on her lips. As her father led Red out of the pen, he told Bernice to go get Panther. He was still inside the dark kennel as if he knew what was up and didn't want to cooperate.
"You just told me this morning," her father said, "that you're not frightened of Dobermans any longer."
"Yes, but...."
"Do as I say. Go fetch Panther. He must be in there somewhere."
"Yes sir."
"Mr. Hagerson and I will take these two to his truck."
As soon as she saw them disappear behind the hedge, Bernice got down on hands and knees and crawled into the small opening to the kennel. She saw Panter's eyes gleaming from the corner and she made her way toward him.
"Here, boy ... be a good boy and come here to Bernice."
The animal whimpered and padded over. He licked her face, then her hand. She remembered that she hadn't washed her fingers after having played with herself. The dog smelled this immediately. In the dim light, she saw his cock glistening as it slid from its protective sheath.
"No, Panther. Not now. You've got to come out here with me ... ohhhhh!"
The big dog had circled behind her, nosing her dress up with a quick movement of his big head. A hot tongue swathed her overheated pussy. The Doberman licked her again, opening the dainty petals of flesh to get to the morsel of her clit. Bernice tried to turn, tried to push him away. But her cunt was so excited by the probing she'd given it with the vibrator that Panther's hot licks felt wonderful.
"Ohhhhh, darling doggy, I wish I could let you fuck me right here and now."
Panther's jaws opened and he gingerly bit down on the plump, glossy lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Panther, I can't bear to lose you."
As if he knew it might be their last time together, Panther wallowed his hot mouth around in her cunt. The slick, slurpy sounds grew louder and Bernice grabbed the beast's head, plunging her ass up and down as her musky juices spilled out. She smeared them across his nose, made the fur around his mouth glisten wetly.
"Eat me darling, eat me all up!"
She was losing all self-control. The dog's mouth felt too good. She needed the hot, sexy friction. She needed to come. She needed to come almost all the time now. Her adolescent body demanded these exquisite pleasures, and she had grown to adore the way Panther licked her. But there was something better. To feel his long, red cock sliding into her buttery little pussy-hole!
"Ohh, I wonder if I have time?"
Bernice got onto her hands and knees and turned so the big black dog could see what she had in mind. But just then she heard Ted's voice from outside the kennel.
"Bernice, you father's coming back to look for you. You'd better get out of there."
"You knew I'd be here, didn't you?" She gave a weak cry and locked the leash through Panther's collar. She handed the other end to Ted. As she kissed the big brute goodbye, her long fingers caressed his sleek, muscled body. She squeezed his cock adoringly. She was panting, her pussy swollen out like some strange flower. She motioned for Ted to pull him on out.
"Don't worry, baby. I promised you I'd think of something and I will."
"But my doggy," she bawled. "He's leaving forever."
"Is that you in there?" her father yelled.
"She hit her head on the doghouse," Ted quickly replied. "She'll be okay. Now, where do you want me to take the dog?"
Bernice stayed in the gloomy darkness of the kennel. She cried softly, remembering the first time she'd been assaulted by the dogs. She wished she could become a dog. She felt crazy and wild. She stripped her dress off over her head and rolled around naked on the floor. She heard footsteps coming back. She didn't even care if it was her father. She'd tell him how she hated him. The gate opened. Someone was walking across the pen. Then Ted was crawling into the narrow opening, blotting out the light.
CHAPTER TEN
The minute she looked at him, she knew what was going to happen. He'd seen her naked body as she crawled towards him on hands and knees, her small tits throbbing out some, quivering as she came closer.
"Ted...."
"You lovely little bitch," he gasped, jerking at his belt. He wiggled out of his jeans. Then he grabbed her and spun her around so that her uplifted ass was positioned just ahead of his big cock. He mounted her swiftly, thrusting forward, jabbing into her hot cunt with his tip. His foreskin slid back to expose the cockknob that she needed so badly.
"Yaaahhh!" Bernice babbled as his prick slid into her cunt. She was overcome with the thrill of the scene. Fucking like a dog in the kennel. That made it more real, more erotic. She gave a little growl like a bitch in heat might do. Ted growled back and bit her shoulder hard enough to hurt. Wincing from the unexpected pain, Bernice found herself enjoying it. She reacted violently, trying to bite his hand, growling again as if she were no longer a young, shy girl at all.
Ted handled her roughly, one arm squeezing her thin body. He held her dancing ass back against his belly as he probed her dainty pussy with his cocktip. The petals of flesh parted with a wet snick and he plowed into the muscled hole of her cunt.
Bernice squirmed and panted and banged her head against the wall. Ted bit the nape of her neck. His hot spit ran down her shoulder. His cock was opening her, penetrating her cunt deeply.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, taking him all the way into her pussy.
Ted fucked her harder. Bernice tossed her blonde hair, her eyes glazing over as she felt herself being filled to the limit with hard cock.
"Bite me, fuck me!"
Shoving her into a corner, Ted did fuck her. He fucked her with a fury she'd never experienced except with Panther. He wrapped his strong body around her back. Her arms could barely hold them up. But he didn't stop shoving and biting and stabbing his big cock into her hot little pussy.
Now he slowed down, letting her feel his swollen cock-head throbbing very deep inside her. She squeezed her cunt-flesh down around him, her ass moving gently, teasingly. She was in heaven. She could almost pretend it was Panther doing it to her. As Ted brushed a hand over her firm, warm tits, she pointed her toes back and plunged her cunt faster.
"Thank god I've still got you," she gasped to Ted.
"We'll get your doggy back, honey. I've already been thinking out how to do it." He licked the nape of her neck, his fingers sliding down her belly so he could gently caress the slick nub of her clit. Bernice responded by reaching back. When she stretched hard, she could just barely get her fingers on the heavy sac with his balls inside. She massaged them, making slow circles with her ass, grinding out the pleasure.
"What does it feel like? Being so deep inside me.
"Like heaven. Your cunt is the softest, slickest thing in the world. And when you move your hips like that ... ohhhhh, god, it smears me with your juices. Your cunt tightens and rubs me...." He growled again and gave her all eight throbbing inches of cock.
"Bernice...." It was her father's voice calling. "Bernice, where are you?"
Ted froze, his breath burning the back of her neck. "You've got time to head him off. Don't let him know I came in here after you. I think he suspects something."
"Surely not. I've tried not to let on that...."
"Listen, baby, you're at the age where a man can suspect anything. You're ripe and ready and your old man knows it. He's been giving me a funny look, too."
Gingerly, Ted withdrew his cock from her cunt. As she struggled into her dress again, she saw it in a shaft of light from the door of the kennel. It was thick and red and shiny with her youthful juices. Bernice was overcome with a sudden rush of erotic lust. She cradled the firm head in her fingers and bent to kiss it, her spit mingling with her pussy lubrication. Ted stiffened, his breath choking in his throat.
"You'd better get out of here now. Go on, hurry." He kissed her musky mouth. "And don't let on you've seen me."
* * *
For the next few days, Bernice was busier than she wanted to be. Her father took the family out to eat and insisted that Bernice accompany him on a shopping trip. At least that part wasn't so bad. He seemed to think that her mother had not been paying enough attention to her, hadn't noticed that she was growing up.
"She's always favored Hayley," he told her. "And I've favored you. I'm going to buy you a few new outfits. Even some of those high leather boots you've been talking about."
Bernice was overjoyed. Though she knew her old man would throw a little money around and then disappear for six months again, at least he'd shower her with a few gifts before leaving her at the mercy of her mother once more. Bernice meant to take advantage of the situation.
"I wish I could live by myself," she told him. "I wish I wasn't so young."
"You'll be old enough to move out on your own someday." His fatherly look turned a bit strange. "It wouldn't be safe for you to be out on your own just now. Not with those legs. Not with those pale blue eyes of yours."
It had been the first compliment she'd had from her father in a long time. But more important, it made her feel that she had something that mad men a little crazy. Like Ted had become crazy to help her no matter what. She looked at her coltish limbs in a different light. And as they went from store to store, she began to enjoy her own sexuality, enjoyed clothing herself in pretty things. She could hardly wait to model some of her new duds for Ted.
It was a Friday when she saw her father off at the airport. On the drive back to town, her mother took the attitude that Bernice had been spoiled while her dad was in town, but now it was time to get back to her responsibilities. Bernice knew what that meant. It meant drudgery for her and plenty of goof-off time for her sister Hayley.
On Saturday morning, Bernice rose early and dressed in a sexy pair of slacks and her new, knee-length boots. She primped before the mirror for a while, even going so far as to use a touch of eye shadow. Yes, she was growing up. Her pert, young ass had filled out some, hinting of more curves to come. Her tits felt a little sore and the nipples tingled almost all the time. She was growing up! And Ted would do anything for her. She could make him. She could wind him around her fingers. Because he worshipped that soft, feverish place between her slender thighs. He worshipped her cunt-lips that were fringed with blonde curls. He was wild to open her little cunt and feast on the pink, glistening flesh. Bernice took a long breath and went downstairs. She was surprised to find Ted in the kitchen, making himself a stiff drink of Scotch.
"Your mom and sister left early. Their usual weekend shopping trip. He lifted the glass in salute. "Baby, you look incredible."
"You like me?"
"Yeah. Good enough to take you out of here. How would you like to run away with me today?"
"What?" Bernice clutched her tits through her sweater. "Run away?"
"You don't have long to make up your mind. If we're not gone before your old lady gets back, we can't make the line before she calls out the cops." He took a good slug out of his glass.
"I never even thought of doing something like that," she sighed. But the idea was working on her. It offered the possibility of a whole new life. A life of her own. A life without her nagging mother and snooty sister around to spoil things.
"Well?" Ted put the glass down.
Bernice hesitated only a few moments before smiling broadly and clapping her hands together. "Yes! Let me throw some things in my duffel bag."
In less than half an hour, Bernice was hurrying down the street with Ted. She'd left a note for her mother, something to head her off with. As far as anyone knew, she'd gone for a walk in the park, then to visit a friend. It would take hours before anyone would check on her, and then longer before her mother might suspect that she'd actually run away form home.
Ted helped her into his van and closed the door behind her. They went through town, both of them so excited they didn't talk much. But when Ted didn't take the exit to the interstate highway, Bernice looked at him in confusion.
"There's someplace else I'm going to stop first. I don't think you'd argue if you knew."
They drove into the country and took a dirt road, then another turnoff. The road got narrow and rutted. He stopped at a dilapidated house with the windows out. It was obvious that no one lived there.
"Wait here, baby. I'm going to fetch an old friend of yours."
When Ted came out of the house, he had a leash in his hand. On the other end, Bernice saw Panther, his amber eyes gleaming as he recognized her.
"Panther!" she squealed, her cunt beginning to tingle almost before the big animal jumped up to lick her. She hugged his neck and petted his dark, sleek coat until Ted took the leash again.
"We've got to get going again. I want to make the state line before the sun goes down."
"It's a wonderful surprise," Bernice whimpered, throwing her arms around Ted, then around Panther again. As Ted drove back out toward the highway, her heart picked up speed. She kept glancing at the comfortable interior of the van. There were carpets and beds and even a small bar.
"Would it be okay if I went back there with Panther?"
"Can't wait any longer, can you?" Ted teased. But he didn't seem mad or jealous. Bernice dropped her long, blonde lashes.
"No, I can't. It's been too long. You wouldn't get mad, would you?"
"Go to it, baby. If it made me mad to see you doing it with a dog, I would have never gone to the trouble of liberating this big mutt from old man Hagerson."
"You stole him just for me?"
Now Ted's cheeks reddened a little. "I guess I'll have to admit it turns me on to watch you and Panther fucking your brains out."
Bernice was already scrambling into the back of the van. "You can watch us in the rear view mirror!"
Panther was wagging his tail so hard, his entire "body shook. Bernice didn't waste any time getting out of her new duds. She was down to her panties already. Panther was growling and beginning to lick her feet. The hot thrills had started. The big dog pushed her back before she could wriggle out of her undies. His hot mouth slurped against the juice-damp nylon. Bernice laughed, then moaned with lust as she felt the dog's teeth biting her plump cunt-mound. With a hungry whine, he tore the sheer panties into pieces and flicked his head to toss the pieces away.
"Ohhh, Panther! Ohhhhh, you hungry doggy!" Bernice was on her back, her hips writhing as the dog burrowed deep into her hot flesh. The heat of his tongue whipping along her slit made her throw her head back and squeal. Ted slowed the van, his eyes spending more time on the rear view mirror than on the road.
"He's eating me all up, Ted!" Bernice gasped. "Ohhhhh, his mouth is so hot. I think he missed me.
With shreds of pale blue nylon dangling from her waist, Bernice worked her way up onto the built-in bed. Opening her long legs, she watched Panther jump, watched his big, red cock swing heavily as he fell towards her. His front paws pinned her shoulders. His big mouth opened around one of her tits. Then the hot knob of his cock was pressing into her moist pussy with a sound that caused Bernice to shiver.
The black dog humped his body as he drove his prick forward. Her cunt-flesh opened like hot butter. Bernice tossed her ass in a frenzy against the edge of the bed, taking his hot dog-cock to the hilt.
"Ohhhhhh, Panther! Ohhhhh, just keep f-ffucking me!"
Ted pulled the van into a rest stop and turned to watch. Bernice thrilled all the more to know that he was thinking of the next time he'd be able to do the same thing Panther was doing to her now. She tightened her young cunt down around the Doberman's cock and watched him shudder with the same thrills that pounded through her own loins.
