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 FAMILY PET 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
Laura Bettingfield smoothed her fingers over her arms, pressing her burning forehead against the cold windowpane. Her daughter Christina was late again! Why, oh, why was she having so much trouble with that girl lately? And why were those problems augmented by that terrible tight, hot feeling burning between her legs?
Laura sighed, closing her eyes and digging her long fingernails into her bare upper arms. It was getting worse, that awful, pulsing itch that started like an electric shock along her inner thighs and soon shot up to her soft, moist pussy. It was wrong, wrong! Laura had told herself she'd never feel anything like ... this again, not after what she went through with her husband and the following ugly divorce.
Brad! The thought of his name made the pretty woman shiver with loathing. He'd married her when she was only eighteen, told her he'd give her the moon, then sent her to it almost every night after the second year of marriage with that big ham hock fist of his! The blonde remembered how he'd howl drunkenly all night, throwing her against the wall. And in the background were Christina's high-pitched terrified shrieks. How many times had Laura wanted to run to the kitchen, pull out a knife from the drawer and run it into her husband's beer belly?!
As it was, Laura considered herself courageous the day she took her daughter out of that hellhole of an apartment and filed for divorce. For months afterward she lived in terror, waiting for Brad to crash through the door and beat her as he'd done so many times before. But the lawyer's threats had done enough to cow him into submission. That had been many years ago. Now Christina was fifteen, slipping slowly from her control, and Laura didn't know quite how to deal with her.
"Mmmmmm!"
Her hand was shaking. She'd poured herself a tall vodka tonic some minutes ago and now Laura could hear the ice tinkling against the sides of the glass. The attractive woman pushed herself away from the front room window and stared around the house. It was a large, decent home, something she'd saved up for for years while working at the hospital. Several years of hard training had made Laura Bettingfield a valuable LVN. But the long hours took her away from Christina, she felt, just when she needed a mother to help guide her through those difficult years of puberty. "Ohhhhhhh, God!"
Laura felt her knees shaking, giving way to the sharp heat burning between her thighs. It was bad tonight! Her cunt felt oh so hot and very, very moist. When she moved her hips slightly back and forth, the velvety surfaces rubbed together and hot juice seeped out. Laura could feel the silken crotch panel sticking uncomfortably to her cuntal mound.
This was silly, wrong, sophomoric! She was too old for this sort of thing. Laura was thirty-three and still an attractive, vital young woman. But her sour marriage followed by two bitter affairs had soured her on sex. No, no man would touch her from now on.
And for a while that vow didn't seem all that difficult to keep. There was work, school and Christina to keep up with. But now....
Laura put the glass up to her lips and swallowed more vodka. She moaned again, closing her eyes and enjoying the burning sensation of the liquor as it passed down her throat. Why had Christina decided to go to that party? She knew her mother had maneuvered at the hospital to purposely work days so she might be home evenings with her daughter. And now this party, all those young people, all those young men!
Laura sighed again, putting out any horny thoughts from her head. No, Christina was a good girl. She'd been taught about men and how they could take advantage of a girl if she weren't careful. And that party would be supervised by her friend Tracey Smith's parents.
The woman glanced down at her wristwatch. Supervised or not, Christina should have been home from the party hours ago. This was becoming another problem seeming to hang around her life, seeming to grow worse. Finishing her vodka, Laura put down the glass and slowly paced the dark room. Maybe she should call, find out if Christina was still there, or if she had left, or maybe didn't even bother to show! The thought shot through Laura like a lightning bolt.
But no. That call would only irritate Christina. Laura didn't want more friction between them. They were bickering almost constantly now. No, she'd have to concentrate on her own problem now, her rising sexuality that was making itself known again. Maybe she should see a psychiatrist, a doctor who could help her, prescribe ... orgasms, like prescribing drugs. Laura smiled at the thought, picturing herself walking into the SavOn drugstore and ordering two orgasms.
But even that silly thought didn't blot out the burning itch that kept on throbbing between her legs. Her breathing became shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. The woman steadied herself against the back of the long couch. Why couldn't she break away from the shadow hanging over her? Why can't I shake this fear of men off? Laura said to herself, biting down on her lower lip and fighting back the tears. As much as she distrusted and feared men, Laura wanted one, wanted a real man holding her, kissing her, telling her everything was all right, that she didn't have to work herself to death and worry about how her daughter was going to turn out. A tearing sound told the woman she was actually shredding the soft material of the sofa with her fingernails.
From the far end of the hall she could hear soft padding sounds. Laura tensed, opening her eyes and straightening her back. It was Sport, the twoyear-old male Irish setter she'd purchased some time back for protection and for Christina. At first she loved the animal. But lately he, like her daughter, seemed to be slipping from her control. He was a beautiful dog, really. But there was something almost wolf-like in his bearing lately. He stared at her strangely, at times pressing his cold snout against the soft flesh behind her knee, making Laura cry out with surprise and fear. What was he trying to tell her? During the past few days Laura almost refused to be alone with the animal. Her daughter told her she was silly and dismissed the dog's odd behavior with a shrug.
"He's only teasing, mother," Christina sighed, giving her mother that exasperated sneer Laura had learned to loath in the past few months.
Now the animal had awakened and was trotting down the long hallway. He stopped in the doorway and stared at the woman, his dark eyes glittering in the soft light filtering in from the street. Laura felt her chest tighten and her heart stop. It was almost as if she'd discovered an intruder in the room. She found her fingers tightening around the back of the sofa again. Somehow the woman managed to find her voice.
"Back, Sport, back," she said in a tight whisper.
Why should she be so upset with him? Certainly the animal had done nothing yet to her? In fact all day he'd been out of the way, sensing her displeasure and not knowing yet how to counter it. If only she could throw him out, let him run in the packs she'd seen roaming the neighborhood.
But then Christina would be furious. Her Sport out there helpless. Helpless? Laura smiled. As if anything that huge and well-built could be helpless!
"Back," Laura said, feeling some of her former nervousness dying. She'd go to bed now, try to sleep and fight off that feeling still throbbing deep w in her cunt.
But something was wrong, terribly wrong. The dog wasn't moving from the doorway as she walked around the sofa and headed toward the hall. He was standing there as motionless as a stone statue. Only his soft wheezing breathing told her he was alive. She stopped several feet away from him, feeling her flesh crawl with renewed fear.
"Back, Sport, back," she repeated again, her voice quavering.
But the animal seemed riveted to the spot. He was whistling through his nose, his powerful sides heaving in and out while his eyes studied her. Laura rubbed her icey fingers up and down her arms, wishing she could find something large enough to grab and threaten the beast with. He was staring her down as if she were some bird of prey. A shudder of revulsion shook the woman to her very bones. A dark thought entered her head. She drove it away. No, no, he couldn't ... No, that was impossible!
"Down!"
But the dog started walking toward her. His large bushy tail drooped down slightly while his head tilted up.
"No!" Laura almost screamed, her voice low and hoarse. The woman was backing down. She felt the backs of her legs brush against the coffee table. The room seemed to swim in front of her eyes. Suddenly, she felt that cold damp nose on her ll calf and then again halfway up her thigh. She let out a moaning sound, slapping down at the animal.
But Sport ducked back, his long ears flapping against the sides of his head. She had to get away, run from this large, handsome animal. Her heart was beating wildly. Sweat dampened her forehead and cheeks as she moved quickly around the sofa. The dog made muted growling noises in his throat, ran around the coffee table and stuck his nose up between Laura's legs.
"Noooooo!"
The woman stiffened, jerked back and slapped down at the setter again. She was terrified now. That dark thought had become reality. Laura was sure now Sport was after her, after her the way he'd be after a hot bitch in heat. He'd smelled her, actually smelled her! He'd picked up the scent of her steamy pussy and was pursuing her.
Laura felt tears streaming down her cheeks. How could she have let something like this go so far? The woman was halfway down the hall when she heard that familiar padding sound on the hall floor. He was after her, directly behind her! The pursuit was like something from a nightmare. As hard as she tried to get away, the dog was always behind her, just a few inches from her throat, from her cunt!
Laura screamed again, twisting around and trying to slap down at Sport a third time. She could feel his hot breath on the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs as he caught up with her and swirled around her moving feet. She felt strangely giddy and weak. What was it about him that made her oh so weak?
"No, get back, get back!"
He was licking her still, lapping his tongue over the soft area behind each knee, wetting her with that wonderful long hot tongue. Wonderful? Laura jerked both hands to her face and covered it, burning with shame. How could she be thinking like this? It must be insanity taking over her mind.
She moaned between her fingers, biting down hard on her lower lip until she could taste blood. Yes, she deserved to be punished for something as vile as she was feeling!
"No, bad dog, ohhh, no, bad...."
This was awful! She had to have another drink, something to blot out the sensations rising fast and furiously in her cunt. She wanted to scream, but feared the condition her neighbors would find her in when they rushed into the living room. When the dog's snout pushed hotly against her wet cuntal mound again the woman stiffened, realizing she had to get away from him if she were to keep some semblance of sanity. The sensation of the sheer wet nylon pressed up between the puffy lips of her cunt was too much for her to stand.
"Stop it, oh, please, stop, stop," Laura whined.
Why were her legs shaking so? Why couldn't she seem to catch her breath? Why was her mouth as dry as cotton? She was panting, actually panting like the dog swirling under her. Laura grasped frantically at the light fixture mounted on the wall. The animal butted her thighs farther apart with his head and started moving his tongue over her asscheeks. Laura felt the soft material of her panties quickly soaked with his saliva. She felt the roughness of the animal's tongue through it. And in spite of all her fine resolves, the woman couldn't fight down the pleasurable feelings she was feeling in her pussy.
"This is awful!" she gasped out loud.
But Laura knew her body was responding powerfully to the dog's caresses. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cunt-juice that seemed to flood out of her hot little cunt-hole.
"Please, no, Sport, no."
That was stupid, talking to the animal as if he were an over-ardent suitor. But what else could she do? She had to get rid of this animal. What if Christina were to suddenly burst into the living room and find her mother like this? Where would all those fine lectures about morality go? She could imagine the horror ... no, no horror, only a smirk, just like all the other smirks Christina had flashed her lately when Laura began to speak about morality.
"Oh, God, nooooooo!"
She felt the dampened nylon of her crotch panel being stretched away from her body. She felt the rough surface of Sport's tongue graze one exposed cunt-lip. Laura gasped from the unbelievable ticklish sensation, shoving her hands down to cover her bare flesh. The dog began licking her fingers, nuzzling them eagerly while whining through his nose.
This was wrong, wrong. Christina would have every reason now to sneer at her mother were she to see her in this state! It was foul, immoral. How could she actually become excited over this ... this dog?
Turning suddenly, Laura gathered what little courage and strength she had left and raised one hand. Sport jumped back from the weak blow, his forelegs stretched out in front of him while his tail jerked from side to side. He barked twice playfully, his eyes watery, glazed, reflecting the powerful excitement racing through his body. This was some awful, terrible mistake. Surely she could rectify it without going any further with this beast.
Then suddenly Sport moved in for the kill. There was the sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as he bolted between her legs and went right for her cunt. That feeling of his snout brushing over her pussy-lips almost brought the woman to her knees. She felt the soaked nylon being shoved aside, stretched with the wetness of his spit. Sport growled low in his throat and braced his paws on the floor as he pressed up and in.
Laura couldn't stand it. She closed her eyes and shot both arms out to steady herself. The dog growled low again. Her knees shook. One lick rubbed over her clit. Laura could taste something warm and salty in her mouth and knew she was drawing blood again from her lower lip. No, no, this was mad! She had tp get away, away!
Desperately, she kicked at the lapping dog. Laura felt her toes pushing into the side of the panting animal. Sport barked with surprise, backing away and dropping his tail between his hindquarters. The growling took on a different edge now. There was a warning tone to it, a tone Laura quickly picked up.
"Awful, awful," she repeated, moving behind an end table. She looked around the room. No, nothing had changed. That marine clock still ticked on the fireplace mantel. The portrait of her matron aunt still glared down icily from the wall at her. She had to stare at the familiar objects to reassure herself the world hadn't shot out of its orbit. The same, the same, everything's the same.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
That swelling ball of heat in her loins was getting worse. It was just the same feeling she had in the early days of her marriage when Brad mounted her, shoving his long fat dick between her pussylips. Ohhhh, how she'd welcomed him then, sucked his tongue into her mouth while spreading her thighs for his dick. How she never would have guessed the kind of animal he was.
"A dog, a dog," Laura sobbed, covering her face again with both hands. She'd heard sick jokes about women who did this sort of thing. Old women who went down on their poodles. Rich bitches in Beverly Hills who jacked off their cockapoos or sucked doggie dicks. But this, this was real, it was happening to her!
Sport pressed up harder. Laura felt her asscheeks tight against the corner. Somehow she'd moved back, not realizing where she was. Everything moved slowly, with dream-like intensity. If only she could snap herself from this spell. If only....
"Noooooo!"
Laura couldn't pull away from the dog any more than she could fly to the moon. She couldn't make him stop. And yet a part of her didn't want him to. Gathering up some more strength, the woman slapped down, managing to free herself of that cornered position. She staggered awkwardly down the hall toward her room. Sport tried several times to stop her, to shove his nose up between her moving, running legs. But thank God he couldn't do it. If she could make it to her bedroom, even the bathroom, she could close the door to him, and block him out of her life!
"Ohhhh!"
Laura stumbled and fell, sliding across the highly polished wood of the hall. She was almost in the bathroom. She could smell the fresh, slightly perfumed odor of the soap. If only she could crawl the next few inches....
But the dog was around her, growling, warning her. He was licking her again, wetting her navel and the bottom of her rib cage. He seemed to be all over her. She felt chilled. Laura propped herself up on her elbows and watched with fear and confusion as the animal raped her with his tongue. Oh, how her pussy ached from the tension of lust she'd been feeling for the past few months. And now she was excited by this animal!
Going to the dogs? Laura laughed wryly as she thought of that cliche. Yes, that's what exactly was happening to her. And for some reason, she didn't care all that much about it.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura reached back, feeling the bathroom door molding with one hand. She was close, close to escape. If only she could edge back, kick the dog away and roll into the protective bathroom.
And just as suddenly, the other part of her mind took over, telling her not to worry, not to fight the delicious hot feeling washing over her body. The dog's mouth was pushed hard against her cunt. But did she have to think about it? Wasn't that wonderful slick rubbing sensation just one wet surface rubbing against another? Yes, yes, it was only that, not a dog, not an animal ravishing her hot little pussy!
"Yes, yes, oh, yes," she hissed between her clenched teeth.
The dog was all over her now. Voluntarily, willingly Laura pushed her legs farther apart, hunching up with tiny, jerking fucking motions to the animal. Sport growled happily, positioning himself between her knees. He started licking them tenderly. Oh, yes, yes, it was oh so wonderful! Laura closed her eyes and thought back to the years when she and Brad were happy. She had to say one thing for her ex-husband-he was one hell of a hot lover in the sack. She smiled, luxuriating in the hot wet tongue-bath the Irish setter was giving her, remembering how shocked she first was when Brad glued his mouth to her cunt and sucked. How she fought him, told him that was sick, perverted. And then how she'd beg him to do it later, remembering how delicious his tongue felt as it -rimmed her tense, pulsing cuntal muscles while his fingers played with her clit.
"Oh, please ... don't, oh ... ohhhhhh!"
The dog's tongue slid up higher along the insides of her thighs. Why was it so awfully devastating? It was just like all those wonderful, wicked thoughts during her junior high school days when she was tempted to touch herself to relieve that wonderful pressure. Her mother had been ready for that, punishing her so severely that time Laura had never been able to touch herself there again.
"Yes, oh, God, yessssssss!"
The woman rocked her thighs from side to side, bracing herself with both hands pushed slightly behind her prancing ass. Her heart pounded in her chest. The woman could feel her long hair splashing over her face. Oh, it was just like in those wonderful, terrible dreams she'd been having lately! All those men pursuing her, chasing her, their cocks sticking straight out from their muscular bodies. Laura had climaxed just before she had surfaced from one of those dreams. It was a strange feeling, that dream mixed with the gradual awakening of reality. It was something like she felt now, wrestling both with the dog and her conscience!
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
Laura sobbed and choked, rolling to one side. She clawed desperately at the floor. The sloppy nylon twisted and pulled into a tightly coiled rope that slipped to one side and exposed her swollen cunt-lips. The animal grunted with excitement and lunged at the glistening surfaces of her pussy that had been peeled open. Laura crawled up a few inches.
"Ohhhhh!"
The animal seemed wild, aroused more than ever. She'd never seen Sport like this. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long snout up and down against her wet pussy-folds. She could see that her hot fuck-oil was wetting down the fur around his muzzle. His black nostrils were wet with it. Yes, yes, how good it felt to have his tongue bathing her slit, washing sloppily over her cunt, petting her clit again and again.
Laura spread her legs apart, tensing her assmuscles, actually feeding her pussy up to the growling setter. Her mind whirled about with the image of the dog crouching over her. She put a shaky hand down to her pussy-mound, felt how soaked it was, felt the dog's tongue lap hotly between them. It was a strange feeling, a sensation she both loved and loathed.
"No, get away, no!" Laura screamed. Some shred of pride suddenly asserted itself. Fighting through the fog that had seduced her, the girl kicked back, driving the dog's head away from her soaked cunt. She felt her panties being pulled into a tangled twisted rope between her asscheeks.
But Sport wasn't that easily put off. He pursued her partly into the bathroom, nipping her shivering flesh with his fangs. Laura was crawling into that small room, panting, wheezing, kicking back. She dragged herself forward on her belly. Her pussy was almost completely exposed now. Sport made one last move, pushing part of his muzzle into the slit of her cunt.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!"
Laura kicked his head out of the bathroom, curled herself into a ball and rolled in. Screaming at the animal, the woman managed to shut the door with a loud slam and bolt it shut. She began panting heavily. The blonde stood up quickly, clinging desperately to the edge of the wash basin. There was a steady pulsing itch in her cunt. Her pussy-lips were red and hot while her clit burned like a tiny white star.
"No, no, I won't touch myself," she whispered, her head hanging between her shoulder blades. "I won't, I won't," she sobbed unconvincingly. The pulse in her cunt got worse. Slowly, unconsciously at first, she rocked her hips from side to side. That subtle, wet friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbed against her aroused clit-tip made her suck in a lungful of air noisily.
No, this wasn't the same as touching herself, as masturbating. How could it be since her hands were here, gripping the cold porcelain, slipping along the slick surface? She had both feet wide apart now. But the friction wasn't that good this way. She brought her legs closer together and rocked more quickly.
"Huhhhhh ... ahhhhhhh!"
It was good, too good for it to stop. Oh, how she wanted to stop this. Something about it struck the woman as wrong.
"No, wrong, wrong," she muttered under her breath, clinging to the wash basin. A damp sweat broke out over her upper lip as her feet slipped slightly on the cold, tiled bathroom floor. The slick clicking sounds of her cuntal walls rubbing against one another mixed with Laura's moans. She didn't care if her daughter heard her cry out now. All she cared about was that awful, delicious fire burning in her cunt, licking up her thighs, radiating up to her tits and nipples. "Brad, Brad...."
Damn! Even images of her ex-husband flashed through her tortured mind. Yes, there had been a time when she wanted him, when what he did to her the day before didn't matter. Oh, how she had scissored her legs around his back and had pounded her heels against his thighs while he had pistoned his dick harder and harder in her pussy! If only she could feel .that sensation now, any sensation in her pussy. If only she could muster the courage to reach and touch herself there, in that hidden, secret spot!
"No!"
Laura stiffened. No, she wouldn't stoop that low! Stoop low? Again the woman almost laughed. Outside she could hear Sport scratching frustratedly at the bathroom door, howling wildly when he heard her moaning. How could she think about stooping low when she'd let that animal touch her, had encouraged him to lick her pussy? No, even a Hollywood slut would be head and shoulders above her when it came down to that!
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
It was too good, oh so good. She couldn't stop! Oh, she couldn't check herself. She was crying now, her head tilted back, tears rolling down her cheeks. That dog, that damned dog doing this to her! But had he really done anything? Hadn't he just sniffed her out, finished what she herself had started?
"Uh, oh, ohhhhh!"
Laura had her thighs tight together, dipping and wiggling her ass. The weight of her plump asscheeks jiggling up and down added to the sensations rippling around her cunt. She was moving so fast, rivulets of sweat trickled out from under her arm. She felt a chilly hot dampness under each tit while a streak of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She was coming, actually coming without anything even touching her.
"Come, come...."
The woman was muttering senseless phrases, her head lolling from side to side while her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head. Laura was clutching the cold rim of that sink, feeling herself losing control. Repeating the word "come" over and over again added to the heat raking her pussy. That wonderful sound, that slick clicking of her cuntal folds and that dark pink squishy flesh rubbing and sliding cut through her mind like white lightning.
"Come! Come!"
The world blew apart in front of her. Bright yellowish flashes popping in front of her mingled with the roar in her ears. One hand was slipping down her belly, grabbing at the tight curly matting of her cuntal hair. She wanted to touch herself, stick her finger in her hot, drooling hole. Oh, how good something like that would feel, especially with that fire raging between her shaking legs.
"No, I won't, I won't touch myself," she whispered in a loud hiss.
Thrilling spasms of orgasm rocked her body. She swayed like a drunk, giggling with pleasure, sucking in lungfuls of air to feed her rocking body. Her knees slowly gave way and the woman sank, crying, sobbing and moaning to the bathroom floor. Somehow, as the firestorm raced through her pussy, Laura managed to keep her fingers from touching her squishy pussy.
When she finally snapped out of the sexual spell she was under and opened her eyes, the woman found herself curled up under the bathroom sink.
"Oh, oh, oh, my God, what have I done to myself ... what have I done," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side. How it throbbed! She had to fight down this afterglow, this comforting, warm sensation that had settled over her flesh. Snaking off the soaked panties from her legs, Laura skinned off her jersey and stepped into the shower, turning on the faucet and letting the warm water cascade over her body.
Sudsing herself down, Laura examined her still-firm thighs, unblemished by the years. No stretch marks there, no baggy skin anywhere. She had the full figure of a ripe teenager, a gift from her ancestors.
"Stupid," she muttered, closing her eyes and moving her face under the relaxing warm spray of the shower. She was over thirty. It was silly to feel the same thing she felt fifteen years ago. Laura knew she was far too old for such idiotic behavior. Something out of the ordinary had happened to her, something she'd never let happen again. Maybe if she had a little more vodka, maybe if she drank down the liquor a little faster she'd forget the scene she'd been a part of earlier.
"Damned dog," she muttered, stepping from the tub and toweling herself down. Sport had given up some time ago and had trotted to his favorite resting corner behind the kitchen stove. As she slipped the sheer robe over her shoulders, Laura wondered whether she should walk to the kitchen, grab the nearest broom and shoo that mutt out of the house forever.
Then she thought of her daughter. What would Christina say when she came home (late, oh God!) and found her favorite pet whining outside? How could she explain what had happened between her and that growling animal?
Laura shook her head, flicking off the bathroom light and stealing quickly down the hall to her bedroom. She didn't want the dog to wake up, to follow her into her own room and pounce on her.
"Thank God," she whispered, bolting the bedroom door shut behind her. Laura leaned heavily against it and closed her eyes, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. As she staggered to the bed wondering what obscene dreams would assail her tonight, the woman thought about sending the animal out to be destroyed. Sliding under the covers, Laura sighed and turned her head toward the clock. It was nearly midnight. She was worried sick about her daughter.
But only two miles away, Christina was having fun at her own level. Unlike her mother the perky petite teenager had little of the sexual reticence that plagued Laura. That "supervised" party was still going strong, the parents of Tracey Smith running their fingers through their hair and wondering when the pounding disco music would finally stop.
"Won't Tracey's parents come up and look around?" Christina asked, nervously biting her lower lip. She shot Jack Thompson a questioning look, stopping with her blouse hanging open. She was half-undressed, standing in front of her best friend's bed. This was the result of a night filled with whispered giggling about fucking, about men and women going to bed and doing "it." Christina and Tracey had talked about it all night, and especially about their mutual friend Trina Williams who was caught by her parents with her boyfriend fucking in bed.
And during their conversation, Jack Thompson had stared mooney-eyed at Christina as he always did at school, smiling at her across the room, waiting for her to signal for him.
"Go on, do it, use my bedroom. Tall me how it is," Tracey had finally said, blushing at her own words and hiding behind her hands.
"With who?" Christina asked wide-eyed. She scanned the room. Then her eyes lighted on Jack Thompson and she felt her heart skip a beat. He acted silly around her. But he was so good-looking and the captain of the junior varsity football team. If she were to fuck someone, why not him.
"Jack?" Tracey said loudly. Christina could have hit her right then and there. In a way, the girl wasn't ready for this. But when Jack obediently crossed the floor and found himself alone with Christina, (Tracey had left with a knowing wink at her friend), the girl found courage in her rising sexual heat and curiosity.
"Naw, it's okay. They got their hands full downstairs," Jack said a little cockily.
Christina looked strangely at him. His attitude had changed the moment they crossed the threshold of Tracey's small bedroom. He seemed more self-assured, almost arrogant now. "The door's locked, and Tracey told me anyway no one comes in without knocking."
"They might wonder where we...."
"Shit," Jack said, shaking his head. "They're goin' crazy with all that noise downstairs. I think they're spending more time worrying about who spiked the punch with gin instead of who's fuckin' with who upstairs," Jack said, a wide grin crossing his face.
Christina wasn't all that sure she was going to let Jack actually fuck her. They'd talked a little, then got up and slipped away unnoticed from the crowd of friends. Nothing really had been said about fucking. But she was standing there with her blouse opened, revealing the white cups of her bra. Jack slipped off his shirt and exposed his smooth broad-muscled chest. Christina took a deep breath and shrugged off her garment, watching it float to the ground.
"I hope you're right," Christina said, her voice shaking a little. What should she do now? She stood uneasily by the bed, running one finger back and forth over the narrow bra strap.
"I wanna see those tits," Jack muttered, unhooking his belt and pulling open his pants. He sensed the hesitation in the girl.
The suddenness of those crude words shocked Christina. She stood there motionless, staring blankly at him. Tits? Before, he'd been afraid to mention her name in public. Now he was talking about tits? She reddened, dropping her eyes to the floor.
Jack grew impatient and walked up to her, resting his hands gently on her small shoulders, then smoothing, down her upper arms. Christina felt her body warming, turning hot and buzzy while that itchy ache she'd felt so often before became more intense, concentrated. She tilted her head up and gazed into his bright blue eyes, feeling herself swimming in them while the world around her slowly dropped away. "Oh, Jack, I...."
Christina couldn't finish the sentence. Her vocal cords were paralyzed as a shock of pre-orgasmic spasms rippled through her pussy. The girl felt ashamed to be feeling this in front of a man. Then she laughed to herself, wondering where she should feel it then!
"Don't talk," he whispered, running his fingers over her sides, then down to her bra strap. At the same time he drew her close to him. Christina's heart was beating fast, as fast as a trip-hammer. She was having a hard time breathing. Her chest was as tight as her throat while a thin coating of sweat wet her body. Christina moved from side to side, rubbing her crotch against the bulge in his Levi's. She heard him moaning several times softly in the soft curls of her blonde hair. What was he going to do to her? All sorts of wild things crossed her mind. She'd heard Tracey talk about some men who liked eating cunts. Would he do that, put his mouth on her pussy and suck? The thought of it filled Christina with lust.
They were moving back. She felt the edge of the bed touch the backs of her legs. Everything was spinning dizzyingly around her. Then suddenly Christina was aware she was on her back with Jack on top of her, his body squirming like a snake's. He had her arms drawn high over her head, his fingers clamped tightly on her wrists, pushing them down into the soft folds of the coverlet while his knees forced hers apart.
"No, don't ... hurt me," she stammered, looking away from Jack's flushed face.
"Just a little at first. Then it's gonna be fine," he whispered.
CHAPTER THREE
"Ohhhhhh," Christina gasped, surprised. Jack had managed to unzip her jean shorts, sliding his finger down to her cuntal slit. He was rubbing a puffy cunt-lip, enjoying her surprised reaction. The teenager even tried to squirm away. But Jack's muscular weight and his position prevented anything like that from happening. She could feel more of her slick cuntal juice frothing out, wetting down her panties. Jack's growing insistence was frightening her. Her body's reaction to it was frightening her. Christina was sorry she'd ever started this.
"Ohh, yeah, you're nice and hot and fine," he muttered, kissing her eyes, ears and throat.
Christina felt herself wallowing in delicious lust, twisting under his hard body. Jack was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, moving his fingers under her elastic bra strap, fumbling with the snap. Then the girl felt those hard cups sliding away. He was undressing her, taking off her bra! For a second Christina tried to fight back, feeling a flush of immodesty. Then Jack was licking her nipples, molding her huge tits with his fingers while sucking at the tips with his mouth. He was hurried, a little awkward with his love making. Maybe all men were like that. Christina didn't know. Her mother never said too much about this, always turning red and changing the subject whenever she wanted to talk about fucking.
"Chris, Chris," he muttered, his hip bones bumping against hers. There were some unsnapping sounds followed by the sensation of material sliding over her legs. Then Christina felt something very hot, very hard and very slick sliding up and down her lower belly. His cock! Oh, he'd undressed completely, kicking off his Levi's. How was she supposed to act? What did he want her to do?
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!"
Then Jack's teeth nippled at her half-inch-long nipple. Christina then forgot everything except wanting him to bite her all over. With her fingernails digging at the back of his neck, she guided his face over her tits. He was licking at them, moving his fingers like spiders up and down her body while sucking hard. He sucked one tip first, making wet slurping sounds, then moved to the other. The blonde teen was going wild, squirming her asscheeks over the soft mattress, laughing softly as she heard the squeaking and moaning of those springs. What would Tracey think if she were to see her in action moving across that bed, if she could see Jack's firm ass pumping up and down, sliding his dick over her belly?
Then Jack rolled back, resting his firm ass on the heels of his feet while he stared down at the half-naked girl. Christina's shorts were opened all the way. Tufts of her blonde cuntal curls peeked over the edges of her opened fly. Her panties had already been worked down to the leg band of her shorts. If he'd only touch her there and relieve some of the pressure that had been building up for the past few minutes!
"Beautiful!" he whispered, moving his fingers up and down her thighs. He was sliding them so close, oh so close to her pussy!
Christina opened her eyes and saw the stiff black curls near the base of his fat cock-shaft. Her mouth opened wide. It was the first time she'd ever seen a man's dick. And Jack's seemed so big, so long, so thick! It had to be at least seven inches long. How could something like that fit into her little tight pussy? Christina had read about how eleastic a woman's cunt was, about how it could take dicks as big as twelve inches!
That had seemed impossible. She couldn't believe something as absurd as that. And now lying prone on that double bed with Jack above her stroking his fat dick, she wondered if she'd be able to take his cock without screaming down the walls for help.
"Go ahead, touch it, Christ," Jack said.
The girl shivered, drawing her hand up, then letting it fall back down. The young man smiled weakly, taking her hand in his and pulling it back up to his dick. Christina was surprised at the way his dick felt. Thrills shot up and down her body as she curled her fingers around his cock. The outer skin was so hot. And how strange it felt as it moved easily over that inner hardness. And up toward the end the head was entirely different. The head flared out and was spongy when she pushed her thumbnail into it. Jack grunted, twisting his hips when she teased his prick-tip.
"Come on, Christ. I'm gonna freak you out with that mother."
Christina groaned, wondering just what was going to happen.
Jack reached down and slipped off her shorts, then curled his fingers around the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged down. Raising her hips to help him, Chrstina felt an odd rush of desire as she was completely stripped naked.
In an instant Jack was back, kissing her neck, her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed. Christina let him do whatever he wanted. Her mind whirled. His dick was moving up and down her slit. Was he going to fuck her, actually penetrate her cunt? The word sent shivers up and down her spine.
"Ohhhhhh!" Christina moaned. It felt so good, so shamelessly good. He was smoothing his hands down the sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped in, tracing the swell of her boyish hips. Christina could feel his cock-head pushing up between her cunt-lips. The new sensation was shockingly good. The young teen closed her eyes tightly, sucking her bottom lip under her teeth and rolling her ass up to increase the friction of her juicy cuntlips against Jack's dick.
"Yeah, fuckin' good, Chris, fuckin' good," Jack mumbled.
Christina knew her soaked pussy membranes were wetting him down, too. Another shocking thrill ripped through her mind. The slick tip of his cock was gliding up and down her soft cuntal mound. Christina shuddered with fear and excitement. Why was it so exciting to know that his stiff cock was so close to her cherry? But it was exciting, terribly exciting! How could she let him do this, fuck her? Tracey and her mother had separately told her about the pain during the first fuck. There'd be blood, too. No, no, she didn't want that. It was all fine and good for the man who shot off while the girl was writhing in pain and humiliation under him.
"Easy," Jack said. "I ain't gonna hurt you too much."
Too much? Frantically, the girl tried to squirm out from under the athlete again. But it was futile. His dick gouged steadily at her and he clutched her thin body up against him, trapping her small wrist between their sweaty bellies.
"Please, stop, stop," Christina begged.
"Chris!" he cried. His open mouth was wet and trembling as he kissed her throat again. The girl felt her chin wettened. She tried to turn her face from him, but Jack turned her head back, catching it with both hands, smothering her protests with a wet kiss. Christina whimpered hotly into his mouth while his tongue pierced through her clamped lips and down into her throat.
"No, no, uhhhhhh!" Christina cried. Her nostrils flared in fear and confusion as the young man fucked his hips against her. He was trying to slide down, trying to change the angle of his cock against her cunt. Christina knew why. She jerked her hands free and flailed at his chest with her small fists, driving her heels against the backs of his legs. He was stretching her pussy-lips, shoving down and forward hard.
"Damn you ... oh, God, please, stop it, Jack, please...."
"Chris, it feels good, I mean, real good, man, you're somethin' else!" he muttered.
She couldn't hurt him. He had her pinned to the bed helpless. She couldn't even get her hands down to hurt him, to make him stop trying to fuck her. A sob choked her. Why had she let it go so far? Why had she and Tracey joked about something as serious as this? Surely now the young woman found nothing so funny to laugh about. He was going to pop her cherry, drive his dick into her cunt, maybe even knock her up. Pregnant! The thought terrified her. What would her mother do if something like that were to happen? Laura had told her daughter several times she'd pitch her out of the house if she messed around with men before she was twenty-one. But how serious was she?
The steady sleek friction against her cunt-lips brought her back to the present situation. It was doing something odd to her now. Something was happening to her body, something that was more consuming, more turbulent than the girl had ever experienced before. The words climax and orgasm had only been things to giggle about, maybe dream about when she fingered her pussy late at night alone in her narrow bed. But now she could feel a chilly fever raging in her pussy. She was experiencing what more mature women had all the time with ... with their husbands? Had her mother felt the same thing with her father? The thought made her blush. Thinking about her own mother twisting and bucking like this was terrible!
The building tension seemed to invade every nerve ending of her body. Christina could hardly breathe. The muscles in her calves and buttocks ached while he struggled under the weight of Jack's twisting body. And his spearing dick was making it more and more intense. The young woman let out another gasp.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack panted.
Whenever the athlete tried to push against the soft hollow at her cuntal mouth, Christina tilted her mound so he'd slide up along her cuntal slit. That way his fat dick-head slid over the girl's clit, exciting it further, making her buck hard against his body. The room spun around and grew blurry while her eyes rolled back into her head. She was sooooo close to coming.
Then suddenly Jack stopped. His breath caught while his body stiffened, then trembled mightily above her. Christina shook her head violently back and forth, clearing her vision. His face was pinched as if he were experiencing some pain. Christina wondered what was going on, then realized he was close to coming, too. Jack was fighting down his orgasm, telling her between clenched teeth not to move while he struggled with his about-to-burst cock.
"Yeah, yeah," he finally whispered. "I'm not gonna blow my wad now, baby. I'm not gonna come 'til I'm inside your pussy."
His words frightened and excited her. She gasped loudly, wiggling her narrow ass to feel his cock rubbing against her clit again.
"Okay."
That was all he said. Christina had an idea what he was referring to and sucked in a lungful of air. Holding it, she waited for the initial fucking thrust.
When it happened, Christina was surprised. She expected the walls to crash down, to feel some awful pain, some terrible sense of shame to wash over her. But instead it was a delicious ticklish sensation as her cunt-lips unstuck and peeled back, stretching around the fat neck of Jack's fucking dick. She shivered on the bed, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress while her slick cuntal folds stretched apart and made room for his sinking cock-shaft.
Jack was kissing her tits, sliding down deeper into her body, splitting her apart. She was dizzy, half-crazy with what was happening to her. She wanted to say something. But her mouth was dry. She licked her lips and Jack moved up to kiss her. His cock gouged slickly down her cuntal hole. The young woman cried out desperately, hooking her arms around him and whimpering.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned, feeling his cock-head pushing against something. Her cherry! Christina blinked her eyes open, pleading with him not to break it. Oh, he could come this way. They could both enjoy doing this without breaking her cherry.
But Jack said nothing. Instead, he took a deep breath and held it, tensing his muscles and lunging forward quickly. He fucked her all the way. The young woman felt his dick spear through her cherry, splitting her bleeding membrane in two.
"Ahhhhh!"
Christina didn't want to scream, didn't want to arouse the whole party. She could imagine all her friends rushing into the bedroom over Tracey's wild protests, kicking the door open and finding her prone on the bed with Jack draped over her. What would her friends' parents say? She'd be the laughing stock of the school, of the neighborhood. And her mother....
These thoughts were interrupted by her own rushing lust that quickly masked the pain with waves of pleasure.
"Yesssss, oh, yesssss," she whispered. She wiggled her slim ass, loving the sensation of being impaled, of being split wide open by this dick. The girl was completely blown away by the way her velvety cuntal walls were being stretched apart for Jack's pistoning cock.
"It's unreal, baby. I been watchin' you all through school. You don't know how bad I wanted to do this," Jack gasped.
Christina looked up at his handsome face now red and sweat-streaked with the effort of fucking. There wasn't any of that embarrassment, of that hesitation she'd seen in it earlier. He was confident, sure, all man fucking her now.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she murmured. How deliciously evil it was to pronounce that word, to beg for something she was both frightened of and desired. Christina felt tender and soft and weak. Slowly, however, she was learning how her body could move to excite both Jack and herself. When she arched her back and tilted her cuntal mound down, Jack's dick gouged against her pussy-walls. He grunted with pleasure, arching his back and moving his thighs in a counter movement. Sliding his fingers down, he moved them over her thighs to her plump asscheeks. Christina countered by rolling her hips, squirming against his cupping, massaging fingers. He was all the way in her now, his balls rubbing against the bottom junction of her pussy-lips. She cried and bit at his lips, babbling something incoherent.
"Baby, I'm fuckin' you good, fuckin' you good," he said, his words turning into moans while the blonde teen snaked her legs over his back. She could still wiggle and tilt her hips, bucking them up from the bed. Christina bit her lip and concentrated on controlling her pussy-muscles. She'd never thought of doing something weird like that. But an instinctive knowledge told her if she did, she'd increase both their pleasures immensely.
"Oh, wow! Shit, how do you do that, Chris?" Jack asked, his eyes widening with surprise and pleasure.
"Does it feel good for you?" she asked, barely able to talk.
"Yeah, yeah," he gasped.
Jack pulled back. His cock was almost all the way out of her pussy. Christina shivered, feeling her cuntal walls shrink back to their original size, collapsing right behind his retreating dick. That sensation was one of the best she'd ever felt! Mustering up some courage, the girl tightened on his retreating dick with all her might. Jack's face went slack and white and he closed his eyes.
"Ohhhh man, you keep doin' that and I'm going to pop off inside right now," he hissed.
Christina fought with herself, trying to keep her body still. After some time she went back to her teasing, working her ass around and making her velvety cuntal walls caress and milk at his sensitive cock.
That teasing friction got to Jack fast. He started rubbing his chest against her tits, then began sliding his cock back in once again. She felt his hips grating against hers, also feeling his dick-root pressing against her flattened pussy-lips. The girl felt helpless, small, and yet in a strange way in control. She touched Jack's hunching ass and felt him suck in air and start to move differently while she stroked him there. He was so hard-muscled and eager in his fucking.
"Yeah, yeah, soon, honey, soon, Chris," he bellowed.
What? Already? But wasn't she close, too? Christina was drooling, her face pushed to one side while Jack kissed her neck. Every touch of his lips created new flames licking at her clit. It was so great to fuck. What was the big deal? Why had others, even her mother, warned her against it? The heavens hadn't come down and struck her head. All that was stuff and nonsense. The only thing that was real and mattered was what they were doing right here on Tracey's bed.
Again Jack started to drag his cock out of her cunt. Christina felt her cunt-flaps being pulled along with it. She felt her pussy-walls clasping around the swollen tip of his dick. Then just with is cock-head touching her outer cunt-lips, the big man shoved in again. Once more her cunt was stuffed. The girl squirmed like a wild woman. Christina held her breath and thrashed her ass around wildly.
"Uh, uh, uh!" Christina cried with each downward thrust. Her plump ass quivered. Her clit burned with the tickle of his pubic hair touching it. She dug her heels against his body and shut her eyes.
"I'm gonna come," Jack muttered. "No, no," Christina protested. How strange! She hadn't necessarily wanted this to happen. And now that it had, the girl wanted it to keep on. The teenager wondered if all women were like this. Even her mother, was she ... But why think about that? Now she concentrated on Jack and all the great things he was doing to her body.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Slow down ... please, slow ... down," Christina begged. Her ass was off the bed, moving around in frantic little circles while her feet pressed down hard against the bed for leverage.
"Can't, baby, can't," Jack cried back. He was fucking her faster and faster. It had been the touch of her fingers on his ass that had done it. The young woman realized instinctively she couldn't stop him. He kissed her roughly, peeling her lips back over her teeth. He was hurting her, brutalizing her, taking her like a wild animal caught in a trap.
Her cunt throbbed like an open wound. The flesh around her clit glowed as more floods of juice oozed out of her hole to soothe the friction of their fucking flesh. Christina shut her eyes tightly and fucked for all she was worth. The bed was squeaking and groaning. She wondered if anyone passing the locked bedroom door heading for the upstairs bathroom could hear them. Surely their mutual hard breathing, their moans, their cries for fucking would be heard through the door.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
A flash of sexual fire shot through the girl's pussy. Christina's ass bounced on the mattress, then thrust up hard against Jack's savage fucking. She could feel his balls rolling forward and slapping against the bottom of her swollen, soft cuntal mound. Oh, how good fucking was! Christina was going crazy. She loved the brutal stabbing sensation that made her tighten her pussy-muscles. She felt that powerful ring around her cunt cinch down around the base of Jack's prick just as his fucking became the most wild.
"Shit!" he cried. The young man stiffened, squirming helplessly on top of her. His face was red and pinched as if someone had speared him in the back. With her muscles so tight, Christina could feel the steady pulsing of his cock-shaft while his body tried to shoot out the boiling cum churning in his balls.
"Can't help it, can't ... help ... it," Christina stammered.
That was a lie. The blonde teen wanted to prolong this wonderful fucking spree for as long as she could. Oh, how deliciously good it was to feel that hard, hot, sweaty body on top of hers. She knew she'd strangled his dick just when he was about to shoot off. The power she felt now, the sensation of his dick jerking and squirming in her tightened cuntal slit was a new high to the young woman.
"Christ, Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Jack cried.
Christina moaned back, dancing her ass around wildly in the air. It was almost hurting her to hold him for very long. But now she was starting to come. She could feel a hot, rushing sensation that drove her up the wall.
"Ohhhhhh, nooooooo!" Christina cried, feeling as if she were falling into a deep black hole. She flailed the air with her feet, digging her nails against his broad hunching back.
"Shit, now, baby, nowwwwww!" Jack shouted, rocking his body back and forth.
Christina released the tension of her cuntal muscles, feeling her pussy soften around Jack's cock. He grunted and lunged like a wild man. It felt so good to feel him stabbing his cock in her so deep and so quickly. The resulting friction made her thrash frantically. She bit his neck hard and rubbed her tight little cunt against him in a final fury. The two of them bucked together, rolling half on their sides, then rolling back again. The girl felt as if she were drifting far away. She smelled their mutual sweat, tasted the spit drying on her lips. Her neck was raw from the constant rub of his whiskers. He was shaking, trembling on top of her while spurts of his white-hot jizz scored the pulsing walls of her cunt. It felt so wet and hot and squishy down there between her shivering white legs.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Christina hissed between her teeth, rolling her head from side to side. The powerful, almost painful contractions were dying away now. She moved her ass up and down slowly, massaging her tender, aching pussy-muscles against the young man's softening dick. She was filled with cum, Jack's cum. She'd done it, actually done it. What would Tracey say when she told her what had happened on her bed?
"I'd better get off," Jack said after several minutes had passed. Pulling his head up, he glanced at the bedroom clock and saw nearly a half-hour had passed since he and Christina sneaked away from the party below. Surely someone had noticed them missing. He didn't want anyone to find the two of them upstairs like this together.
Christina was thinking the same thing and she sighed with relief when the young man drew his dick from her pussy and rolled over on his back. Feeling strangely empty now, Christina fought through the comforting warm feeling that had set tied over her flesh and sat up. She sat up and peered down at her pussy. "Wow, I'm a mess!"
There was some blood smeared on the insides of both her thighs.
"Here, wipe up," Jack said, flashing her a broad smile and tossing her a clean handkerchief. What would her friends say who were so high and mighty because they'd gone "all the way" with their boyfriends? Did they feel the same things she did while fucking with Jack? Christina doubted it. They giggled about what they'd done. She couldn't do that about fucking. It was so powerful, so overwhelming, all she could do was sink down in reverence.
Shaking herself free of these thoughts the young woman cleaned up as best she could, standing up and slipping her shorts up her long legs. Jack was acting cocky, almost swaggering around the room as he dressed. Christina frowned, feeling a bit like she'd been used rather than enjoyed.
"Come on, let's get downstairs," Jack mumbled. "Then later maybe we'll get it on again."
"Maybe I won't be in the mood," she said, looking down.
Jack laughed. "The way you went for my cock, you'll be in the mood."
Christina flushed beet red. She knew he was right. All she could think of now was that former pulsing itchy ache in her pussy. The young woman instinctively knew it would come back later, maybe even stronger. Now there wouldn't be the fear of pain and bleeding. All that was over.
"Hurry up," Jack said, zipping up his trousers and waiting by the doorway impatiently.
Christina slid off the bed, buttoned her blouse and slipped her shorts up quickly, hoping none of the girls downstairs noticed anything was wrong. Did a girl have an expression that told everyone she'd been fucked? No, that was silly!
"And don't think this is going to happen every time," Christina said, keeping her eyes straight ahead as she marched out of the bedroom. She'd have to tell Tracey to change that bedspread before her mother got to see it.
"Yeah, sure," Jack said under his breath, patting her asscheeks as she passed by. Christina wanted to say something nasty but could only smile as she felt his fingers slap her ass, then caress her firm rounded cheeks.
Several hours later, the young woman found herself standing in the darkened living room of her home. She held the key ring in one hand, having closed and locked the door behind her. It was awfully quiet. Only the steady ticking of the large clock broke the heavy silence. Christina had expected her mother to be waiting up, sitting tense in one of the living room chairs, her robe wrapped tightly about her as if for protection, her eyes red with sleeplessness and anger. But instead the young woman heard nothing. She sighed with relief, hoping she could avoid a scene tomorrow morning. Her mother had been on her case lately, putting down all the things she found were fun. What would her puritan mother say if she were to guess what had been happening to her at the party? She laughed softly, then moved from the doorway.
Christina walked down the hall, passing her mother's closed door on tiptoe. Though she and Laura had been having their difficulties lately, Christina still held her mother in awe. After all, the woman had managed to hold the family together, had managed to pay the bills and manage all the complicated financial affairs. She had no brothers or sisters to lend a hand. This Christina knew and respected, even if she questioned some of her mother's actions when it came to moral issues.
"Oh! Oh, it's you, Sport," Christina whispered, feeling something warm and furry against her leg. It was their pet Irish setter. He'd been lying in front of Laura's door, sleeping lightly, waiting for the chance to enter.
Christina gave him another friendly pat, then rose and moved to her room. She thought it was strange the animal would be near Laura considering her mother had never particularly liked animals, especially that one. But her head was too filled with thoughts of Jack and his wonderful cock.
Slipping off her blouse and shorts, the young woman climbed into her small bed, too hot and restless to slip the coverlet over her naked slender body.
"Jack," she whispered, trailing her fingertips over her stiffening nipples. Closing her eyes and whispering his name over and over, the girl could almost feel his hands working over her flesh, kneading her asscheeks, smoothing over her thighs while his cock slipped back and forth over her lower belly. She tensed her thigh muscles, working her tiny ass back and forth over the sheets while rubbing the backs of her legs over the silken material. How hot and wet she was getting down there! Her breathing became shallow, raspy. For a second, Christina thought her mother would hear. She opened her eyes and looked at the opened door. She should have shut it!
But really, her mother was probably asleep, having another of her puritan dreams. And besides, Laura's bedroom door was closed. Christina doubted her mother could hear her telltale breathing even if she were awake.
Reassured, the blonde teen went back to her fantasizing, remembering how deliciously hot it was when Jack's dick-head was probing at her cuntal mouth. Shoving down two fingers, the girl pre-" tended they were his cock.
"Ohhhh!" Christina cried in a shivery moan. Her knees jerked up, then flopped back down while her cuntal muscles spasmed. She felt her moist pussy membranes snap shut on her probing fingers. Oh, how she wished Jack were here, pinning her down with his muscular legs, fucking her until she couldn't think any more.
In a second, her thoughts were interrupted by a slight shuffling sound. Christina dropped her hands from her pussy immedately and bolted up. Did her mother hear? Was she watching her from the doorway? A cold sweat broke out on her face and back. Slitting her eyes, Christina peered into the thickening darkness. Something was moving, moving into her bedroom slowly.
Christina felt a scream rising in her throat. Then she relaxed, nearly laughing at her own terror. It wasn't a ghost. It was only Sport, trotting into the tiny room to see what was happening.
"Silly dog. Go outside, go outside and back into the kitchen," Christina said, reaching down and scratching him playfully behind the ears.
But this time the animal wasn't listening to her. He licked at her fingers, then suddenly jumped onto the bed, standing between her legs.
Christina was surprised, pressing her fists into the mattress and scooting back. She stared openmouthed at the approaching animal, wondering what on earth was going on? He was sniffing the air, moving toward her, growling strangely deep in his throat. In an instant, Christina realized he was sniffing her cunt, smelling the pungent cunt-juice that was flowing freely from her slit.
"Sport, what's gotten into you ... uhhohhh!"
The animal had dropped his head and pushed forward, swiping his tongue across the bottoms of her asscheeks. She jerked to one side, trying to slide off the bed. Fear shot through the young woman. The dog had somehow gone crazy. He was going to attack her, do terrible things to her.
Christina tried to shout, but found her vocal cords were paralyzed. If only she could get off the bed, run down the hall, pound on her mother's bedroom door with her fists.
"No, noooooo!" the blonde teen was finally able to cry out.
The dog was nosing around her, sniffing at her hairy little pussy, licking at her inner thighs. Christina wiggled her ass back and forth jerkily, hunching up, pushing her clenched fists against her thighs while staring in horror at what was going on between her legs. A dog was eating out her cunt. And what was worse she was enjoying, or starting to enjoy that hot, silky smooth feeling washing up against her cunt-lips.
"No, wrong, wrong!" Christina cried, somehow managing to push Sport back. The girl found herself on her hands and knees on the carpeted bedroom floor, crawling and whimpering through her nose. Oh, why hadn't she slipped on. her pajamas and gone right to sleep? But there wasn't time now to think about that. She felt the strong legs on her back, the underside of his furry body pumping against her ass. Then something hot and slick gouged at her pussy. The horror of what had almost happened brought Christina to her feet. He was trying to fuck her.
"Go back, go back!" Christina cried, staggering backward. She banged into the dresser, sending several of her knickknacks spinning off onto the floor. Her mother! What would her mother say if she were to walk in? No, no, she had to run away from here, run to the bathroom.
But the dog had guessed her move and had trotted to the doorway, turning around and growling at her. Christina stopped short in her tracks, her hands crisscrossed at her throat. This was a dream, a terrible, terrible nightmare she was bound to awaken from in minutes-she hoped.
Christina backed away, shaking her head slowly from side to side, moaning low. She could see Sport's eyes glowing in the darkness, hear his increasingly low throaty growl.
"Oh!" Christina cried, falling back on the bed. It was the move Sport had been waiting for. With a yelp, the animal jumped onto the bed, lowering his head and slipping his muzzle deep into her cunt.
The sudden penetration of her pussy brought out a fiery shiver that spread over her flesh. Christina cried out, then clamped one hand over her mouth. She couldn't scream, couldn't moan too loudly. Not now!
Weakly, she tried to move up higher on the bed.
But it was futile. Christina choked trying to get air back in her lungs. Sport was making funny noises as he stretched out her cunt-lips and lapped at the hot juice that was flowing out of her hot pussy.
The blonde teenager knew she wasn't dreaming, knew this was a strange piece of reality she was in. It felt so crazy, so wild that this was happening to her. The young woman touched Sport's long floppy ears. His muzzle and opened mouth slid in and out of her hole. The fury of his oral fucking brought another shuddering groan from her throat. She was finally getting her breath back. But she was so hot and so weak. It was impossible to fight off the animal even if she wanted to.
"No, nooo...."
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper now. Good! At least she didn't have to worry about her mother coming into the bedroom. Sport didn't make the slightest move that showed he was about to obey her. Something had turned him into this sexual fury, something that had countered all those weeks she and the dog went through in obedience school.
Christina finally closed her thighs, clamping the dog's paws between them. Sport growled in response, closing his jaws down on the tender flesh of her thighs. Christina felt his fangs sinking deeper while his eyes rolled up and watched her reaction.
This show of his strength and intelligence made, the woman dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do, what he wanted her to do. The Irish setter knew what he wanted and was using his weapons to make her give in.
When the pain became too sharp, Christina opened her thighs to him again. He let out a small yip and wiggled his nose deeper into her cuntal cleft. The rough wetness of his snout excited her clit. Ohhh, and how good it was when he drove his tongue around her hard clit. In a moment, Christina lost the will even to try and tuck her ass under and away from him. She lay on the cool bed, arms out as if she were ready to be crucified. She spread her legs wider apart while the animal rested on his belly, growling between her shivering thighs, eating lustily.
Once again, the sudden fear that her mother might awake knifed through her. But above it all was the hungry animal lapped at her spit-flecked thighs. She raised her knees a little, almost feeling like a dog herself. She could only moan now. The sounds of Sport's tongue stroking her steamy cunt were enough. Christina realized she was clenching the wrinkled top sheet, tearing at the material while working her ass over the mattress. Sport was growing wilder by the second. Without warning he started licking her tits and belly, too. It was awful, all-consuming! She was starting to feel that hot tightness that came just before climax. The muscles in her ass cramped with tension while the girl gave him all her cunt to eat. Oh, oh, it was awful, terrible! How could she possibly do this terrible thing! "Unnghhhhohhhhh!"
Christina rolled her head to one side, screaming into the pillow as she came. She spasmed around the bed while Sport kept lapping at her exploding clit. When she was through, she found herself curled into a fetal position, the dog wedged strongly between her thighs.
"God in heaven," she whispered, finally finding the courage to kick the dog away, shove him out the door and bolt it. What on earth had happened here?
CHAPTER FIVE
"Mother, nothing happened!"
Christina was sitting at the dining room table that next morning. She wiped the white ring of milk from her upper lip, staring down at the half-finished plate of French toast. Laura had said nothing for the first few minutes, staring hotly at her daughter, then turning away when Christina met her gaze. There was something defiant about the girl now, something unsettling that made Laura tremble. Finally she sat opposite her daughter, holding a coffee cup in both hands. She was going to have it out here and now. Laura couldn't have her daughter running all over town at all hours of the morning. A tramp? No, no daughter of hers would wear that title!
"It doesn't matter whether something happened or not. You disobeyed me. You told me, Christina, that you'd be home early. Three o'clock in the morning isn't early!" Laura set the cup down with a clatter, her lower Up trembling. How she hated talking to her daughter this way! If there were only some other kind of dialogue she could have with Christina. Laura leaned back in the chair, shoving the cup away from her. She could feel Christina tensing, instinctively knowing some edict was about to be issued.
"Aw, mom, all the kids were there. Their parents didn't seem to mind if the party went on," Christina said, her voice losing some of the earlier defiance. She was still a child, a young girl who hadn't yet found her station in life. She bowed before her mother's iron will, resenting every it but powerless against it.
"I don't care about other parents. No more parties for you for the next month," Laura said, tapping her long fingernails against the saucer. Her lips were compressed tightly while her skin drew more tightly over her cheekbones. Laura hated this, hated every second, of it. But it was the only way she knew of to deal with her daughter.
"Mom!"
Christina was shocked, her eyes widening while her lower jaw slackened. A flash of hatred shot through the small girl. But she checked her anger, remembering Jack, and especially remembering what had happened that night in her bedroom with Sport. Maybe this was good, something that would bring her around to her senses. For Christina was frightened of her own body, terrified of its possibilities and her apparent inability to control it.
"I won't change my mind. That's all there is to it, young lady. Now you can improve your studies. God only knows there's room for improvement there. I won't change my mind, Christina, so you might as well accept my decision," Laura said sharply. She had to get away from the kitchen or her daughter's angry look would make her regret what she'd just said. "Now get ready for school."
Laura stood in the living room, not surprised Christina didn't kiss her goodbye as she usually did. The door slammed shut like a cannon shot. I Through the gauze white curtains, Laura watched her daughter march down the street, deliberately walking stiff-backed, her short tartan skirt swishing teasingly behind her firm asscheeks.
God give me strength, Laura said to herself, wrapping her robe more tightly around her body. Raising a teenaged daughter was going to take a good deal more effort than she originally thought. The morning went by Without incident. With little ceremony, Laura shooed the big Irish setter from the house, ignoring his licks, his whining, his prancing around her feet as he tried to lick her ass. Laura had worn a pair of her daughter's tight-fitting short shorts, admiring how she was able to fill them out seductively without looking like a wiener stuffed in an undersized skin. And it provided the protection she needed against the animal. He saw no pussy, no dark patch of cunt-hairs through the nylon crotch panel.
"There," she whispered, wiping several blonde strands of hair from her eyes as she slammed the back door and bolted it. Sport jumped up against the glass, whining, his bushy tail wagging back and forth while his long, sloppy tongue hung from one corner of his mouth.
Laura shivered, turning away and-hugging her body with her hands. How she'd burned with lust last night, embracing her daughter's pet like a lover! Now she could only feel revulsion at her act and pray to God something like that never happened again.
Again Laura thought about calling the pound and having the dog destroyed. But there would be questions her daughter would ask, questions she didn't have the heart to lie about right now. Relations were already strained between her and Christina. No, she'd just have to put up with the animal somehow until a better solution arose.
After several hours of housework, Laura glanced at the living room clock and saw it was nearly time to go to the bank. Questions about her account had arisen-more problems she had to deal with, problems Christina had no idea about. Resentment against her free-living daughter was building.
At that point there was a knock on the front door. Oh, damn! Laura moaned to herself. She'd forgotten about the young man she'd hired earlier to clean the yard and basement. Smoothing back her hair, she walked to the door, feeling her heart beating faster for no reason at all.
The silhouette behind the curtains gave way to a tall, thickly built college boy of about nineteen standing cockily on the front stoop. His dark blue flannel shirt was almost all the way opened, revealing a thick coating of body hair. His tight-fitting faded Levi's showed a pair of thighs and set of legs built up through years of concentrated weight lifting and general body building.
Laura's eyes widened. This was the boy the university job finding service had sent her? She thought he'd be some pimply faced adolescent working his way through the university. But this...?
"Mrs. ... uh, Bettingfield?" he asked in a deep voice.
Laura thrilled at the sound of it. She finally found her voice and nodded her head up and down. She could she he was sizing her up, moving his eyes up and down her body quickly. Only now she realized how foolish it was for her to have worn this outfit. Laura felt so naked, so completely revealed in front of him. Her nipples were getting stiff. She could feel them poking against the thin material of her halter.
Laura turned, not wanting the young man to see just how aroused she was becoming.
"Come in. There's plenty to do around here," she said in a shaky voice. Laura felt out of sync, fumbling for the right words in front of this young man. She realized with a flush of embarrassment she hadn't even asked for his name, hadn't even confirmed the fact that he'd been sent over by the university.
"That's what they told me at school. I'm working for a degree in physical education," he said, shutting the door behind him.
Laura smiled. Well, she hadn't expected him to be an English major.
"Why don't you start in the basement, then. I've got all sorts of junk there. Maybe we can find something to give away to charity or something."
Oh, she sounded so stupid. Could he tell she was impressed with his body and his sharp, piercing blue eyes? He smiled easily. If he'd taken her right there Laura felt she couldn't have resisted him. Daughter, friends, anyone could have come marching through the door and she wouldn't have cared.
But the young man said nothing. Instead he stood in front of her, shifting uneasily from leg to leg.
"Uh, shouldn't we talk about pay? And besides, you haven't asked my name."
Laura flushed again. His name was Kevin Moore, in his fourth year at UCLA. The two of them briefly worked out a pay schedule and Kevin stripped down to the waist, climbing down the stairs to the basement to begin work.
Laura remained in the living room, feeling her chest tighten and her mouth grow dry. How could she be even thinking of seducing this young man? What had gotten into her? She was a grown woman, too old for this sort of courting.
But whatever her motives were, Laura knew she couldn't go banking now ... not with that young man banging around in the basement. Hours passed by. It was nearly noon before she heard the heavy steps of his hiking boots on the stairs.
"Would you like some lunch?" Laura asked as Kevin reached the top of the steps. His face was a little dirty while streaks of perspiration lined his broad hairy chest. There was a strong smell about him, a pleasant masculine smell the woman realized she'd been missing all this time in her life.
"Maybe a little."
They were staring at each other again. Laura wished she had had a drink. She could feel the last shreds of her pride slipping away. All her resolves about not trying anything with this young vital college boy were evaporating under the rising heat of her sexuality. Instinctive reactions were taking over, making her into a panting, sexually hysterical tigress.
Kevin smiled. But it was more than a smile. It was the way his lips curled up at the corners, the teasing slant of his eyes. He could read her mind, know what she was thinking. A flash' of shame checked her immediate response. How many other middle-aged women had he seduced? This was probably some terrible game for him. No, she wasn't going to be his next victim, another name in an ever-growing list of conquests.
"I don't have too much," she said, her voice trailing off.
"I wouldn't say that," he countered.
This was a blatant, open comment on their growing physical attraction. Laura was nearly knocked from the floor with those words.
"Well...." Laura said absently. She was feeling weak and vulnerable again. It was a delicious, dangerous sensation taking her over. She felt she was getting herself into a situation from which there was no escape. Fucking! That terrible, brutal, ugly word crept over her mind once more as her eyes dropped and noticed the growing bulge between his legs. Fucking! Once more she could feel the hot moist feeling between her thighs telling her she was aroused.
"You're an attractive woman, Mrs.
Bettingfield," Kevin said.
His voice was lower now, almost caressing in quality. Laura shivered, closing her eyes, knowing she was doing everything wrong. She should laugh off the comment, make some clever remark, then get on about making him some lunch.
But instead she stood there like a fool, rooted to one spot in the carpeting. Kevin took over now, moving up to her and sliding his thick-muscled arms around her waist.
"What are you doing?" Laura cried, her eyes open wide with fear and excitement. She struggled against him, her arms and hands fluttering against his body like little birds.
"Come on, Mrs. Bettingfield ... what's your first name?" he asked, kissing her hair, then moving his lips down to her neck.
"Laura," she gasped, closing her eyes and giving herself completely over to the racing hot flashes. Oh, how hot his breath was against her throat! And he was making wonderful fucking hunches against her crotch. Hot and wet. Hot and wet. Laura couldn't stand this. She knew they were both going to wind up in bed, wind up fucking. How ludicrous. Only hours before she was lecturing her daughter on morality. And here she was, standing dressed like some overaged Lolita, inviting a boy nearly half her age to the bedroom.
"Well, Laura, we're going to have a fun lunch break, eh?"
Kevin's words were mocking, ironic, exciting! Laura tried to fight him off one more time. But it was impossible. His fingers were caressing her sides, moving up to her tits.
"Don't, don't do this. I'm ... I've got a child," Laura whispered, feeling herself whirling around in a sensual whirlpool.
"Come on. Show me where your bedroom is," Kevin said, squeezing her tighter. He humped her, rubbing his stiff cock against her bare midriff. Laura gasped, unable to keep her legs stiff any longer. She was going to fall unless he held her. God in heaven, she couldn't help herself from going over the edge.
"I can't ... I can't walk. I know I can't," she confessed, laying her head gently on his broad chest.
Kevin said nothing, picking her up easily as if she were made of tissue. She clung to him, her small hands locked behind his neck, her legs draped over his arms. Fleeting images of Christina flashed through her mind. This was wrong, wrong!
Yet nothing could have stopped the woman from going to bed with Kevin. Oh, how evilly strange this was, just after her ... experiment with the animal. Was she losing her mind? Was this something women went through when they slid over the thirty-year mark?
"Baby, oh, man, you don't look like you got a kid," Kevin said, admiring her body as he laid her gently on the bed. Laura felt his hands untie her halter, slip it off her narrow shoulders. Then there were glimpses of his bare chest and shoulders. He was undressing quickly, slipping his Levi's off. His narrow hips, and then finally that cunt-splitting cock slipped from between the opened halves of his Levi's. Laura scooted back on the bed. Something like that should be dangling from between the hindquarters of a horse!
"Nice, eh? Lots of women like it," Kevin said admiringly. He reached down, curling his fingers around his fat cock, and started slowly pulling the outer skin over the steely inner rod. Laura found herself curling her own fingers and making jacking movements on the bedspread.
"I ... I don't know if I should...." Laura couldn't find a reason to drive him away. Christina was safely tucked away in school and wouldn't be back for over two hours. No friends or relatives were expected this day. Her confused mind was her worst enemy. Laura put one hand to her forehead. How hot it was!
"Sure you should," Kevin said, enjoying her predicament.
Laura looked up again and saw amusement in his eyes. He was drinking in her confusion, loving her battle with her own morality. She should have hated him for that smile. But instead she spread her legs apart for him, revealing more of that brown furry cuntal mound so sensitive to the touch.
Droplets of her hot pussy-juice clung to the wiry hairs like heavy drops of dew.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me?"
Kevin stepped from his Levi's and moved around to one side of the bed. The blonde let herself be rolled onto her belly, then pulled up around the waist until she was on her knees, her face lying sideways on the pillow. At this point, Laura didn't have the strength to push herself up on her hands.
"We're gonna fuck doggie-style. I dig it, dig watchin' a woman's ass move around while her tits swing free."
Laura gasped, feeling a hot flash shoot through her juicy pussy. Fucking like dogs. How appropriate. He should have been here in her bedroom the other night when ... no, no, she wouldn't let herself think about it. That was a madness she was over now.
Kevin knelt behind her, working his long fingers along the insides of her thighs. He forced apart her cunt-lips to work a finger deep into her pussy. Laura curled her fingers, digging her nails into her cheeks and scratching her flesh. Ohhhh, it was so good, so terribly good there had to be something wrong with it. She felt his finger easing down into her hole, scraping the moist slick walls. She felt his knuckles brushing against her clit while his other hand reached around and began stroking the sensitive area around her asshole. Oh, she was a bitch in heat, ready to be mounted like a dog. Yes, yes, there was little difference between her now and the bitch dogs she'd seen in the streets with their tails high in the air. Maybe that was what Sport saw in her now, something even she didn't suspect until last night. A whore, a bitch, a slut! Those awful, obscene thoughts added a special zest to the hot feelings raking across her pussy.
Laura's pussy flooded hot cunt-juice. She was burning awfully down there. Her tits ached for another touch. As if he could read her mind, Kevin looped his left hand under her belly, stroked her navel, then finally reached farther and started pinching one big red nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Laura growled, bobbing her ass back and forth. Saliva oozed from her mouth and wet down the pillow. She wanted him to fuck her, fuck her until she couldn't walk for days. How long it had been since a man had fucked her? Only now did Laura realize just how terribly she missed this kind of human contact. It wasn't only for the young. She felt as lusty and passionate now as she had during the high school prom when she let the school quarterback fuck her for hours behind her parents' house.
"Oh, baby, man, you're gonna see stars when I get through." Laura was already in another universe.
CHAPTER SIX
"You okay?" Kevin asked, rubbing his hands over her bouncing asscheeks.
"You're going so deeeeep!" Laura exclaimed with a gasp. She felt drunk, dizzy with sex. For the first time in a long while Laura felt she was a woman, a person, someone who was more than a mother and live-in maid. She liked this stranger, this young man she hardly knew. How could she justify what she was doing to anyone? He'd walked in the door, looked at her, and she fell to pieces.
Now she was crouched like a dog on her bed, wiggling her ass back and forth, letting him fuck her any way he chose to.
"Yeah, that's the way you dig it, right?" Kevin said between his clenched teeth.
Laura couldn't answer. She loved it when he pulled his dick back slowly. The sensation of her pussy sucking outward after his retreating shaft made her shiver with ecstasy. Long strings of drool oozed from Laura's mouth. Her arms trembled while another rush of delicious lust shot through her cunt. , "Uh, uh, uh," she moaned with each downward fucking thrust. He had his arms hooked around her hip bones, making her feel she was firmly in his power. She wiggled in his grasp, aware of her helplessness. How delicious it felt! He rode her down onto the bed, then at times only teased her by rubbing his dick-head rapidly over the sensitive flesh between her outer and inner pussy-lips.
"Man, I dig your body," he gasped.
"Oh, do you?" Laura babbled happily.
It had been so long since a man paid her that kind of compliment. She couldn't remember her ex-husband saying anything like that to her even in the heat of their mutual passion through their grunts and pants and heavy breathing. Now Kevin was biting the nape of her neck for an answer. She could feel his flat belly rubbing against her ass and back, sliding on a thick layer of sweat. He was climbing her, mounting, riding her, making wonderful squishy sounds in her pussy. Laura was edging close to climax. Oh, how delicious it was going to be, feeling his cock jerking in her pussy, spitting out that white-hot jizz, having it scald her throbbing pussy-walls.
"Gonna make it, baby, gonna ... come!"
Kevin was digging his fingernails into her belly flesh, pulling his hands down, leaving long red marks on her sweaty skin. Laura thought she was going to die. He was pistoning his cock faster and faster. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass. His legs tucked farther under hers while his head rested on the back of her neck. Laura heard him whimpering, breathing in shallow, gasping pants.
Then the world exploded for both of them. Laura was first, jerking her head up from the pillow and twisting her mouth open. A strange, hellish howl escaped from her throat as her clit blew apart. It was a series of chilly, feverish spasms, making her cuntal muscles cramp down and hold tightly onto Kevin's wiggling prick.
Above her, the young college student was moaning, his body jerking mightily while his arms threatened to crush Laura's hip bones. He kept his crotch sealed tightly against the blonde's pussy, feeling squirts of his jizz boiling up from his balls and shooting out of his cock-head.
Laura babbled and jerked. Juice seemed to erupt like lava from her pussy, wetting her thighs and the sheet under her knees. The blonde ground her hips around wildly. How good it was to reach orgasm like this, coming with a man's dick in her pussy. The white hot core of joy had taken her over, sending her into a series of yelping fits. How it drove her nearly unconscious as she came and came and came with Kevin's dick vibrating, filling her hot little hole with cum.
Laura didn't remember how it all ended. When she opened her eyes again she was lying on one side, Kevin facing her with one arm looped over her shoulder. He was so handsome, so masculine, so ... young. A flush of shame reddened her face. How could she have done something like this with a man who could have been her son? She was like those women on those stupid soap operas who robbed cradles.
The blonde wiggled away from Kevin, turning her face from his piercing blue eyes. She felt she was going to cry and didn't know why.
"What's wrong? I do something?" Kevin asked, smoothing his hands over her arms.
Laura put one hand to her mouth. She wasn't sure if she were going to laugh or cry. Wrong? Hardly. This was probably the best thing that had happened to her in a long time.
"No, I just...."
"Hey, Mom, I'm home!"
Laura froze. The sound of her daughter's voice followed by the bang of the front door paralyzed her with terror. What was Christina doing home so early? But a glance at the alarm clock to the right told Laura she'd been busy fucking with Kevin for nearly two hours. It was four o'clock! "Anybody home?"
The voice was drawing closer to the bedroom. Laura moved into action, sliding out of the bed and grabbing her robe draped over a chair.
"Get out of here," she whispered. under her breath, not even looking at Kevin.
"Why, you afraid your daughter's gonna steal me from you?"
Laura stopped at the doorway, shocked at what she'd heard. Spinning around she saw Kevin sitting up, the covers pulled up to his waist, his arms lying on top of the bedspread. There could be little doubt of what had gone on in that room for the past hour. The smell of fucking hung like a thick,. pungent perfume in the air. Laura gathered the robe tightly around her waist and shoulders and tied it. Christina was sauntering down the long corridor.
"You sick or something, Mom?" the girl asked. Christina was holding a candy bar in one hand, pieces of chocolate clinging to her upper Up. Laura's right hand stretched behind her, her fingers fumbling for the doorknob. She touched it, then felt it slip from her. A shuffling sound behind her told the woman Kevin was standing in the doorway. "Who's he? What's he doing...?"
Christina stopped her question midway, her hands dropping to her sides. Laura thought she was going to faint. She felt drained, bleached of every emotion.
"Oh!"
Her mouth formed a wide "O" as she stepped back, shaking her head from side to side. Laura wheeled around and saw Kevin standing there naked, his long flaccid dick hanging nearly to his knees.
"Get out! Get out before I call the police," the woman hissed. Now she knew what kind of man he was. Oh, how cruelly she'd been deceived. He was just using her for his own amusement, torturing her like this in front of her own daughter for fun.
"Baby, you aren't gonna call the cops. What are you gonna charge me with, rape? Man, the way you were bouncin' your ass around in there didn't tell me I was rapin' you."
His words sounded awful, filthy. Laura wanted to hide her shamed face in her hands. But there was Christina standing at the end of the hall, her face registering the shock and disappointment she felt.
"Get out!"-Laura cried, turning around and beating her tiny fists against his chest.
Kevin's eyes rounded with amusement, then narrowed. Laura stopped, moving back as she saw his face darken with anger.
"No woman's ever told me what to do."
He grabbed her hard around the lower arms, his fingertips digging into her flesh so hard he was bruising her.
"Oh, you're hurting me!" Laura cried, her face pinched with pain. She felt her knees giving way, her body sinking toward the hallway floor. Her head fell back while a rush of air escaped from her mouth.
"You're gonna do what I say, baby, you and that little girl over there," Kevin said in a raspy voice.
How changed he was! How different from that college boy who entered her living room. He was standing there naked in front of her now, his face registering a kind of insane hatred while his eyes bore down into hers. His dick was getting stiff again. It occurred to Laura as her knees touched the floor that he enjoyed hurting people, became aroused as she cringed under him.
"You leave my mother alone!" Christina finally cried, dropping the candy bar and wheeling around.
"Shut up, kid, and come over here," Kevin ordered brusquely.
"No!" Christina shouted back defiantly. "Help, help, help!" she screamed, running through the living room and kicking the front door open.
"Help!" Laura echoed after Kevin temporarily let go of her arm. She scooted back, stumbling over her feet, running for the living room while the college student ducked back into the bedroom for his clothes. Laura didn't wait to see what he was going to do. She ran blindly through the living room, stumbling over an end table, picking herself up and rushing toward the opened doorway. Clinging to the molding, she gathered her robe tightly together. She could see Christina standing in front of the house, leaning against the light pole while several neighbors stood uneasily on their front stoops. Laura ducked back into the house, looking over one shoulder, waiting to see if Kevin were going to rush past her. She would have rather taken a chance explaining him to the neighbors than be caught in his escape path. That look of hatred and defiance in his eyes terrified her.
A splintering of wood coming from the kitchen told the woman he'd escaped through the rear kitchen door.
"Thank God," she gasped, supporting herself with some difficulty. Turning around, Laura shuffled back into the living room, sinking on the couch, waiting for Christina to come back in and close the door. How could she explain this to her daughter? How would she be able to instruct her child on morality when that same child had caught her fucking with a total stranger ... a madman at that?
Laura jumped when the door slammed shut behind her.
"Christina, honey, sit down. I ... I don't know how to start," Laura began, turning around and staring at her still-shocked daughter.
"You always told me about how not to let guys take advantage of me," Christina said, her mouth twisted up in an ironic smile. It didn't make the girl's face pretty at all. Laura felt sick, suddenly, wishing she could run out of the house screaming.
"It was only for your own good," Laura countered, running one hand over her burning forehead. How she wished she could close her eyes and sleep.
"My own good?"
Christina laughed nastily.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Laura snapped, clenching her fingers together into two fists and rising quickly from the sofa. She wasn't going to be a laughing stock in her own home.
"A whore! That's what you are, a whore! Whore! Whore!" Christina chanted at her, her face red while tears streamed freely from her eyes.
"Stop it!" Laura shouted back, running up to her. What happened next was a kind of dream. Christina kept crying hysterically, shouting that terrible word in her mother's face. Laura tried to stop her, then suddenly found herself beating her own child to the floor. She came to, realizing Christina had crumpled into a sobbing heap at her feet. "Oh, God, what have I done?" the woman whispered, stretching out her arms.
"Don't touch me," Christina whispered, feeling at, her mother's touch. She shrank back, gathering herself up and running down the hall. Laura steadied herself, sucking in lungfuls of air. She heard her daughter's door slam shut, then lock from within. It would be months, years perhaps before Christina could ever forgive her. Laura thought she was going to be sick.
The next few days were terrible ones for mother and daughter. Christina ate breakfast quickly, not daring to look at her mother who avoided any direct contact with her daughter. They were careful to avoid touching, speaking, even looking at one another. They were two strangers living under one roof, taking every precaution to avoid any sort of interaction.
Laura busied herself by finishing the cleaning Kevin had begun. At times she thought of the young man, of the way he looked at her, of the way he'd come between her and her daughter. How she hated him, hated the way he went about exposing her own weakness. If only she could repair the damage done. Only now did the mother realize just how much she'd come to depend on her daughter's company. Now silence reigned in the house. Laura felt miserable.
On the afternoon of the fourth day, Laura sat sprawled on the living room couch, holding her head in one hand while absently stroking her bare thigh with the other. It was hot outside. She was wearing another pair of her daughter's tight-fitting shorts, the type that had gotten her in trouble in the first place.
Oh, I'm a whore. Christina was right! Laura thought to herself, feeling beads of perspiration dot her forehead. She was thinking about Kevin, about how good his body felt sliding over hers. In spite of the animal he'd turned out to be, he was still quite a fuck! She shivered, remembering all the compliments he gave her as they tossed and writhed in bed. He said she was so pretty. And Laura knew he was telling the truth. She was pretty well-preserved for someone in her thirties. Her tits hadn't sagged for being so large, and she hadn't lost her waist yet. Nothing had gone to her ass as was the case with so many of her envious friends. She could see certain curves in herself, curves that Christina had inherited. No, it wasn't difficult to see how a man could become interested in her, even a young man like Kevin.
"Oh, why did this have to happen?" she moaned out loud.
Then a sudden image slipped into her thoughts, the flashing picture of Sport's long coat of hair between her shivering legs as he reached his tongue up to ... Laura shuddered, fanning her fingers over her still-firm belly. She thought that if she'd gone to fat she wouldn't be bothered so much with her sexuality. Maybe ... But she couldn't ignore sex. The thought of fucking, sucking, of doing anything sexual was always close to her every thought. She'd pretended not to see it in the past years. But now it had erupted with a terrible vengeance.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar padding sound outside the kitchen door. It was that Irish setter again, bumping his head against the windowpane, trying to get in. The house would be empty now except for her and ... the dog, if she were to let him in.
"What am I thinking of?" Laura thought out loud, knowing full well what was on her mind. She tried to fight off the thought taking her over. But she found herself slowly rising from the sofa, her fingers growing icy and trembling with excitement. She could hear Sport bumping the door again, his whimpering turning into occasional barks as he saw her approaching the kitchen doorway. Her heart was pounding so hard. She wanted some kind of touch, some kind of kindness to sooth her troubled mind. Laura thought of her daughter, of those terrible words and the following scene that passed between mother and daughter. It was a terrible drama, one that might have split the two of them apart forever.
No, no, she couldn't think of that now. Shutting her eyes and inhaling deeply, Laura drove those terrible images from her mind. There'd be time enough to suffer. Right now she only wanted to forget, to feel something touching, stroking her burning pussy. Reaching out, Laura tightened her fingers on the doorknob. "A dog...."
She closed her eyes. "No, no, I can't let it happen again, ever," she mumbled, letting go of the knob.
She rubbed her hands on her thighs, breathing hard, feeling her nipples becoming long and thick, wanting to be touched. Above it all Laura heard Sport going wild, throwing his body against the door, barking, scratching at the wood and glass of the kitchen door. She swayed back and forth. With a frustrated groan followed by another flash of sexuality Laura opened the door, feeling Sport rushing in and whirling around her legs.
"Oh, God!" she muttered between her teeth. This time the woman made certain all doors were locked. Stumbling into her bedroom she closed and locked the door, shivering again as his tongue wet her legs and thighs.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me," she cried through her tears.
Laura barely made it to the bed. Sport had jumped up, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly as he licked in hot expectation. Throwing all caution and morality to the wind, Laura guided him up, rewarding the animal with a scratch behind his ears when he started licking her tits.
"Here, here, boy, let me make it easier," she whispered, sitting up and pushing the dog away. He sat patiently at the end of the bed while the woman unbuckled her halter and slipped it from her shoulders, then unzipped her shorts and skinned them down her lithe, white legs.
"Ohhh, yes," she groaned, moving her ass across the smooth bedspread while spreading open to the big Irish setter. She wallowed her shoulders on the bed, breathless with the furry animal's eagerness. His long silky coat washed over her flesh, making her groan with delight. There was no avoiding the facts now. She was enjoying the hell out of this. She was urging the dog to excite her, lick her off, maybe even ... no, no, she didn't know if she could go that far!
"Mmmmm, yes, yes," Laura groaned. Ohhh, what would Christina say now, seeing her mother about to fuck this animal? The thought made the woman laugh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, yes, Sport, yes, oh, God, touch me, lick me," Laura babbled, rocking her thighs back and forth. How deliciously forbidden this all seemed. The wet touch of his tongue over her pussy was made all the more exciting by the idea that what she was doing was reviled by nearly everyone. The breaking of this taboo excited the hell out of Laura.
Gasping once again, she rolled onto her belly as the big dog bobbed his head around, trying to find her pussy. He nosed around her ears until the back of her neck was wet. It was a wonderful, new sensation and had a surprisingly intense effect on her. Sport stood over her, his legs braced on either side of her back. She could feel his breath on her back. Groaning, Laura shifted her hips back and forth, loving the sensation of her cuntal walls rubbing against one another. He was licking her now, sliding the tip of his tongue down her back, down over the hollows and bumps. The blonde let out a shivery gasp and moved her knees wider apart. Then slowly she raised her ass, wagging it for the animal. Oh, she was like a dog, wagging her ass for his tongue, maybe even for his cock. No wonder she enjoyed Kevin fucking her doggie-style. She was a bitch, truly a bitch who had to get fucked this way.
Sport grunted and started lapping his tongue over each asscheek. Laura gasped as the hot/wet sensation mixed with the chilly spasms racing through her loins and up and down her spine. How good it felt as he smoothed his tongue between her asscheeks, then slid it down her crack until his spit dribbled down over the thick curls of her pussy. It was something she'd never felt before in her life.
Laura arched her back more, rising up on her knees to give the dog more lapping room. She was panting as hard as he was. The weight of her mammoth tits hanging down from her upper chest excited her even more. She wobbled there on her elbows, gasping in lungfuls of air when the dog's strong tongue brushed over an especially sensitive spot. He was working lower on her thighs. She spread her legs apart, feeling her inner cunt-lips unstick and peel back, revealing the tumid pussymeat along her slit. The dog reared back, tilting his head to one side and staring hotly at her dark red glistening gash. Impatiently, the woman rocked her ass back and forth. She wanted touching, the sensation of the animal lapping her cunt and asscheeks again and again. "Unnnhhhhhhhhhh!"
She rolled onto her back again, consumed by a wild fire of perverted sexuality. The animal moved back, then shoved his sharp muzzle back into her cuntal mouth. He sniffed at her hot meat, panting into her soaked flesh. Laura went wild, kicking out one leg as the tense, hot tingling thrills built in her cunt.
"No, oh, nooooo!" she wailed. Strands of her blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Glancing down, she saw the dog's pointed cock slipping from its furry sheath. Oh, could she let him do something like that, actually fuck her? Only a few seconds ago she thought it a repulsive act. Now rocking in the throes of her own rising sexuality Laura wasn't quite sure any more.
Sport was growling a soft, smothered growl of lust. Laura answered with babbling screams. Reaching down, the woman held the dog's head down so that he lapped her cuntal slit open. Oh, yes, yes, it was wonderful, exciting! She arched her back, raising her asscheeks off the bed. His tongue rubbed her flooding pussy-meat. Laura could feel her clit being forced down, then lapped again and again by the Irish setter's tongue. Sport was wagging his hips. More of his knobby slick doggie dick slithered out. Her cuntal hair was clinging together in wet little fringed curls along the puffy edges of her pussy-lips.
"Fuck, yes, fuck," Laura babbled. The tendons in her inner thighs bulged out whenever the dog slurped upward toward her cuntal cleft. Seeing this, Sport moved his maw and closed his sharp teeth down on her ridged muscle.
"Ohhhh!"
The effect was electric and immediate. Laura felt herself consumed with fiery lust. She thrust her cuntal mound upward, tossing it around in circles, whimpering through her nose. She was building rapidly toward a wild climax. The woman humped her ass as the animal nipped at her pussy. She could feel the shaking of his shoulders and the strong, subtle movements of his body.
"Yes, yesssssssss!"
Laura whipped her legs against the bed, hugging Sport's body with the insides of her knees. He was bringing her up, up to that final throbbing sensation of wild orgasm. The woman was feeling herself losing what little grip she had on reality.
Grunting, panting, feeling her body blowing apart slowly, Laura could hear the slick sounds of the dog's tongue on her pussy. It sucked and clicked with each jerky movement of her thighs.
"Come, come, commmmme!" the woman groaned. Her shivering moans and her feverish wriggling seemed to set the dog off into yet a wilder fury. He made strange sounds against the hot mess of her pussy. As she felt herself pitch over the edge into climax, Laura knew she wouldn't be able to stop the animal if he decided to mount her and fuck her.
Instead, Sport took her cuntal mound between his powerful jaws and sank his fangs into her hot flesh. She cried out, pitching like a madwoman on the bed. He was shaking her gently, his fangs pressing maddeningly against her flesh while his tongue licked over and over her throbbing membranes.
Laura didn't mean to touch Sport under his belly. Yet she found her hand slipping back. The dog's dick brushed against her knuckles. In a second, he was humping his cock against her hand, her knee, her shin.
"Uhhhhhhh, noooo!"
In a flash he came. The woman felt dog-jizz splatter against her forcefully. The dog moaned and howled while she tried to wiggle away from the spurting blasts of hot doggie-slime.
"No, oh, God, no!" she cried, fighting through her own orgasm and sliding off the bed. She grabbed her throat, shaken by dry heaves as she staggered to the door. Sport was still howling, now on his side, crawling over the bed, his head beating against the mattress, cum still spurting from his pointed cock-head.
Laura shot a last horrified look, her fingers wrestling with the slippery cold doorknob. Panic rose in her throat. To think what she'd nearly done! To think what she had done! It was enough to make her head spin.
"God, God!" the woman screamed, beating at the door, then remembering she'd locked it. With a gasp of relief, the panting woman stumbled from her bedroom, tripping over her feet in the hall as she raced for the bathroom. Doggie-jizz streaked her thighs and lower belly. Laura avoided looking at herself in the mirror as she turned on the bathwater, tested it for warmth, then twisted the shower nozzle.
"Ohhhhh," Laura sighed, quickly stepping into the tub and washing her body. Clean, she had to be clean, feel clean. But no matter how much soap she used, the woman could still feel the doggie-jizz staining her body. Lord, what had she done? What terrible thing had she done?
"I can't go on like this. I can't let it happen again."
Laura sobbed into her hands, resting her head against one of the sliding tub doors. The water splashed over her throat and shoulders, trickling down in two broad rivers over her mammoth tits. She needed a drink. Yes, a drink would help now. It would blur things quickly. She could forget she'd turned the kitchen doorknob by herself, let Sport into the house and actually encouraged what had happened.
Laura moaned, washing her body down again. After several minutes the woman stepped from the shower, toweling dry and wrapping her bathrobe tightly around her body. She hesitated at the door, wondering if she had the courage to face the animal again. This was stupid! She couldn't stay in the bathroom until Christina came home ... if she came home.
Christina! The shock of having her daughter catching her in the sack with a total stranger hit her again. She would lose her mind. Surely the authorities would find her raving in the streets some day.
"Oh, hell," Laura finally muttered, brushing aside all those thoughts. There wasn't anything she could do now. Maybe when Christina came home she'd think of something. Right now she'd have that vodka tonic she needed.
Opening the door, the woman went back into her bedroom. Sport was sitting by her bureau, licking himself, lapping at that strange red dog cock of his. Laura shuddered, grabbing her slippers and rushing back out.
"You've got to leave me alone," she said, reaching the living room and the small bar to the right of the front door. She could still feel the warm glow in her thighs when Sport lapped them with his hungry tongue. Right or wrong-Laura didn't know. Who cared anyway? The woman knew she was treading on a fine line of madness. Well, what did it matter anyway? Who cared about her? Who really wanted her? Not her daughter, not even that young man who insulted her so cruelly.
She finished one drink then poured another, moving over to the sofa and sitting down, keeping her back rigid. What good were all those years of strict morality, of towing the line? What had it gotten her? A shattered marriage, a frustrated sex life, a daughter who despised her now.
Laura laughed harshly. A responding yelp made her start. Sport was in the room, standing in front of her, his head tilted to one side.
"Ohhh, poor doggie," she slurred, half-drunk now. The vodka was doing its work, dulling the pain, taking away the shame and guilt. Why is this happening to me? the woman wondered, taking another sip. The liquor burned her throat.
"Come here, boy, come here," she whispered, patting the side of the sofa.
But Sport only stood there, his bushy tail high in the air. She spread her knees slowly apart, letting her robe fall open. That wonderful dusky glow was starting all over again. She drank more, feeling the cold ice cubes brushing over her lips. How good it was to drink, drink and forget.
"Yes, yes, come on, boy, come on," she whispered to the animal, sliding her ass down the cushion.
Sport growled, approaching her, his head dropped down, his dark pink tongue hanging out. Was he as horny as she? After having shot his load could he still want her, want her as badly as she needed him? It was a terrible thing to admit. But liquor had knocked down the barricades blocking that thought.
Laura sighed as Sport nuzzled her gown up and apart. Her raw cuntal tissues were sensitive to the touch. But still the touch of the animal's tongue felt good in the end. She scooted down farther, opening her knees.
"Yesss, yessss," she hissed. "You're bad, bad dog," the woman whispered.
He was licking her soft cunt-lips. The only sounds in the room now were the lickings of his tongue against her pussy and her soft, gasping moans. Laura whimpered as Sport added to her sexual tension. She took another swallow of vodka and laid her head back. She was a little drunk. She smiled, feeling her breathing quicken and her chest tighten. Uncomfortable thoughts about Christina faded in the distance. Laura felt her evaporating cunt-juice, smelled her pussy. All she had to do was sit there, sit there and not move a muscle while the animal lapped her into ecstasy. The woman moved forward to give him more of her puffy cunt-meat to nibble on. She relaxed into the deep cushions, sighing loudly.
Meanwhile Christina wandered outside their neighborhood, her head filled with the sight of her mother half-dressed and that man stark naked behind her. She moaned out loud at times, drawing unwanted attention from casual passersby. Why had she run? Why had she called her mother such terrible names when she'd done the same thing?
It was the same, wasn't it? But no, there was something awful, terrible, almost disgusting in finding her own mother feeling the same things she did, doing the same things! And with a man half her age! It nearly made the girl vomit to think of it.
I'll teach her a lesson, Christina thought. She wondered what her mother would think if she were to tell her what she and Jack did at Tracey's party. How would her mother react when she found out her precious little darling could fuck just as well as she could?
"Hey, baby, hey you!"
The voice shattered her thoughts. Straightening up, Christina turned and saw with a shock the face of that awful man, the one who had fucked her mother then threatened her.
Christina put one hand up to her throat and backed up instinctively, feeling her legs brushing against a concrete retaining wall. Well, he wouldn't try anything here. The street had several people on it and much traffic. If he so much as touched her she'd scream the buildings down.
"Hey, wait up," Kevin shouted, tucking several books under one arm and running up to her. The young man had just gotten out of class at UCLA. Looking at him, Christina remembered her mother mentioning something about hiring a college boy to clean up the house and yard. So, her lover went to UCLA! Christina laughed. How typical of her mother.
"Why? I don't want to say anything," Christina said coldly, turning her back on him. Only now did she realize just how far she'd gone ... at least a mile from her home.
"Man, I want to apologize for what happened back there," Kevin said, grabbing the girl's arm and holding her back.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. My mother invited you in to fuck her and you did. That's all there is to it, right?" Anger flickered in her eyes.
Kevin was a little surprised by her candor. But he recovered quickly, his lips curling up into a broad smile. If the mother was hot, he suspected the daughter was a regular steam table.
"I ... I guess, if that's the way you want to put it," he said, wondering how he could slip his cock into this tight little pussy. Then he thought of a plan, one that would involve several of his buddies. Two hot women, mother and daughter-what a turn on to fuck them at the same time, under the same roof, their howls mixing! His cock stirred in his shorts when he thought about it.
"I don't care how you want to take it. Now just leave me alone," Christina said, lowering her eyes modestly to the street. She could see right away what the attraction was for her mother. Kevin was ruggedly handsome, the kind of man that made a woman feel small, desired, kept, wanting to be taken under his arm for protection. She leaned heavily against the retaining wall behind her and sighed.
"Hey, I just wanted to apologize, maybe try to set things right between you and me, if not your mother and me," Kevin said, smoothing one hand through his hair. Christina felt her pussy shudder involuntarily, its protective muscles quivering, contracting, milking thin air while her cuntal membranes grew hot and moist. She rubbed her thighs together subtly to take care of the rising temperature and hot itch, a movement not lost on Kevin's sharp eyes. His smile grew broader though he pretended not to notice.
"Well, I suppose we could talk," Christina said hesitantly, coyly. This was stupid. How could she have changed her opinion so quickly? But her pounding heart and racing pulse told the story. She was getting hot, horny, terribly aroused under the steady even gaze of this man. Her tight little cunt was so wet, juicing down her panties until the nylon material stuck uncomfortably to her thighs.
Her pussy tightened. Her clit pulsed, throbbed as if someone were actually touching it! The blonde teenager was surprised she could talk without revealing the intensity of her excitement.
"Good. How about now? Your place? I've got a car. Just gimme time to get back to the frat house and dump off these books and pick up the car," Kevin said, turning around. "You stay here. Then we'll go on over and talk with your mom."
Christina wanted to go with him. And the thought of having her mother there in the same room with her and this young man she didn't really know sickened her. How could she look at her mother, knowing the man she wanted to fuck had already taken care of Laura and probably would do it again if she gave him the chance? There was something terribly sick about this situation. And as Kevin ran across the street toward Westwood Plaza Drive and his frat house, Christina knew she should run the opposite way. No good would come of this.
But Christina stayed obediently, leaning against the retaining wall, waiting for Kevin and, she suspected, waiting for her own destruction.
It seemed like nearly an hour before he reappeared, pulling up to the side of the street and honking his horn.
"Come on in. Sorry I was late, but had some last minute business to take care of," Kevin said, stepping out and opening the door for her.
Christina stepped in, a little flattered by this show of chivalry. She bit her lower lip, feeling wicked. What would her mother say when she and this young man walked in almost arm-in-arm? She imagined the shock on her mother's face and grinned. Serves her right, Christina said, wiggling her ass on the leather seat and smiling at Kevin.
"By the way, name's Kevin," he said, locking his door and shoving the car in gear.
Kevin, Christina thought, pronouncing his name to herself over and over again as they sped down Sunset toward her home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Laura wasn't home when the two of them arrived. Kevin couldn't believe his good luck as he stepped from the car parked across the street from the rambling ranch-style home and let Christina out. Not that it mattered. His plan was to take the woman by storm, calm her down, speak to both of them while waiting for his frat brothers Bob Farrington and Jeff Woolsey to come by in ten minutes. Between the three of them they'd subdue the women and have one hell of an afternoon.
Kevin, Bob and Jeff had hurriedly worked out the details of their scheme while Christina had waited for the blond on the boulevard.
"Doesn't look like mom's home," Christina said, feeling a little nervous for the first time as she fished the keys out of her rear pocket and opened the front door.
The house seemed quiet, deserted. Sport had been once again pushed from the interior. After the front door closed Christina could hear him barking, whining and scratching against the rear door.
"Your dog?" Kevin asked a little nervously. The plan was for the two buddies to come in through the rear after he made sure the door was opened. This provided a little problem.
"Yeah. He sounds like he wants in," Christina said. Would he try to shove his muzzle up her cunt again? Would he embarrass her in front of Kevin? No, she couldn't take the chance.
"Let 'im in. He sounds hungry," Kevin said, moving toward the kitchen.
Christina shuddered, then decided to kick Sport downstairs if he tried anything.
"Ohhhh!"
After having opened the door, Christina found herself staggering in a sea of dog fur. Sport was swirling around her feet again, licking her legs, trying to shove his nose up her thighs, sniffing at the warm, musky odor coming out from under the leg bands of her shorts.
"I don't know what's gotten into him, but he's going downstairs," Christina snapped, slamming the door shut, then taking the animal under the collar and hauling him toward the basement door. While she busied herself with Sport, Kevin tested the rear door, making sure it was unlocked. So far so good.
"There," Christina said, closing the basement door and wiping her hands on her shorts.
"Want to talk now?" Kevin asked, arching his eyebrows.
Christina wanted to talk. But even more than that she wanted Kevin to kiss her. She could hardly believe the wild sexual hunger she was feeling now. She wanted this stranger to take her in his arms and fondle her, rub his hands all over her body while kissing her passionately. And if her mother walked in and caught them, so much the better!
"You know, I think I wanna do something more than just talk," Kevin said after several seconds of silence passed. He was studying Christina carefully, watching her as a cat watches a mouse.
The young woman trembled, noticing how thick and low his voice had become.
"I ... I...."
Christina couldn't talk. She closed her eyes, thinking her heart had stopped. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, feeling delicious hot flashes ripple through her body. She was a woman now. Jack had seen to that several days ago. And now she was meeting a man on equal sexual terms. He wanted her, wanted her as badly as she needed him. She opened her eyes and saw him walking toward her. The gentle hum of the refrigerator droned in her ears. She felt a hand circle her small neck. He was rubbing the stiff muscles there, rubbing his fingers now under her earlobes. She was pushed back against the sink counter. She felt her asscheeks pressing against one of the half-opened drawers. Christina thought she was going to strangle on her own spit.
"I don't know when my mother's gonna come back," Christina whispered. Oh, if only her mother walked in now. How it would teach her a lesson.
"Doesn't matter, honey, doesn't matter at all," he said, holding her tightly.
Christina let out a moan, then felt his lips seal against hers while his tongue speared her lips. The girl groaned, sliding her arms around his back while he pulled her thighs tightly against his body. Christina felt the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans. It pushed against her bare belly, rubbing back and forth as he hunched into her. He was so tall and big! Once more Christina understood what had attracted her mother to this big stud, what had made Laura throw all caution to the winds and take a chance with Kevin.
Christina knew what kind of man he might be. Surely he wasn't the gentleman Jack was, even if he had the outside trappings of courtesy. He'd purposely mocked her mother, even nearly beat her in front of her daughter while threatening her. But that aspect of his character excited the girl now. A desire for revenge combined with a dark force recently unleased in her body, making the girl cling to this man desperately.
"Uhhhh, ohhhhhh, fuck me," Christina whispered, resting her cheek against the side of his face. She was panting hard, feeling oh so weak.
Kevin's big hands moved down her body, tracing over her curves, stopping finally at the top of her shorts. Christina felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper, pushing down the briefs, freeing her body from that tight-fitting clothing. The blonde teen sucked in a ragged breath, imagining her and Kevin rolling around in the bed, pitching, writhing while his cock pistoned in and out of her sucking hot hole. Yes, she was going to fuck her mother's lover. Let Laura chew on that one for a while!
"Mmmmmmm," Kevin murmured, pushing down her shorts, then moving his fingers over her bare belly. "I love your cunt."
Christina let out a gasp, pulling her ass back when he touched a finger to her outer pussy-lips. "It's real soft, hot, wet. I dig it, honey, dig something's that's as hot as you."
Christina didn't say anything, standing mutely in front of him while he finished stripping her. The girl stepped from her shorts, kicking them under the table, then closed her eyes while Kevin unbuckled her halter, freeing her large, long-nippled tits.
"Man, you're not a little girl, baby. You're a real woman," he gasped.
Christina flushed with pride. Yes, she was a woman, every inch an attractive woman like her mother.
"Come on, let's fuck," he said thickly.
Christina felt his arm slide around her waist. Oh, she couldn't move, her knees were so Weak. The girl stumbled forward, catching herself, leaning heavily against Kevin.
The young man smiled. Like mother like daughter, he thought, sweeping Christina off her feet and carrying her down the hall.
"In here," the girl moaned, nodding toward her room.
Kevin undressed hurriedly after laying Christina gently down on her bed. The young woman watched him, her eyes growing large and glassy when he unzipped his Levi's and teasingly pushed them slowly down his thick-muscled thighs. When his long, thick cock slipped out of his pants, the girl cried out. Oh, it was so much bigger than Jack's! Would she be able to take it?
"What's that?" Christina suddenly gasped, sitting up straight and pulling the covers over her tits. She thought she'd heard a door open. Was her mother home already? Would she have the sad joy of seeing Laura screaming at her?
"I don't hear anything," Kevin said, cocking his head to one side. Hearing the kitchen door closing, he was sure Bob and Jeff were in.
"I'm sure...."
Christina barely got the words out when she saw two strange men standing in the doorway. The girl was speechless with surprise and fear, the more so when she realized Kevin greeted them friendlily. It was a trap, a horrible, terrible trap she'd fallen into! Clutching the covers desperately, Christina scooted back on the mattress, pressing her back against the wooden headboard.
"Man, she's hot, hot enough to fry up a dozen cocks," Kevin said, scratching his balls.
"You had any samples yet?" Bob asked.
Christina stared at the two men, both of them as big as Kevin.
"Thought we'd have a little fun first," he said. "This is Bob." Kevin nodded at a tall, redheaded man with a flat nose and wide mouth. "Jeff over there's a kind of specialist," the young man said, indicating a shorter dark-haired boy.
"Specialist ...?" Christina gasped.
"Come on, let's get goin'," Jeff said impatiently, scratching his .large dick.
"No, no," Christina cried, holding the covers even higher.
"Stupid little bitch," Kevin growled, reaching down and grabbing the covers in one hand. He tore them from her grasp, flinging them to one side of the room. Christina screamed, her eyes glued on his fat dick bobbing in front of her. "I got my way to stop up that pretty little mouth of yours."
What was he talking about? Christina screamed again as the blond took her head in both hands, pressing in so hard she was sure he would crush her skull.
"Open up, baby, up and take a swallow," he said thickly.
Christina looked uncomprehendingly at him. She struggled, realizing what he meant finally, twisting on the mattress while trying to jerk free.
He swore at her, calling her all sorts of names. Then Christina realized one of his hands had moved away from her head. She rolled her eyes up, seeing he was ready to hit her. The girl tensed, realizing it was too late for her to duck away. Kevin looked monstrous, wearing that same terrible expression he had the day he humiliated her mother, forcing her down to the floor some days ago.
"No!" she shouted.
He only laughed, bringing his big hand down. The report of that slap mixed with her outcry.
"Unnghhhh!" she moaned, her head snapping to one side. Christina's hair splashed across her face while the room seemed to spin in front of her. Her head throbbed as she stared back up at him. Kevin was ready for another blow if she didn't cooperate.
"Try anything funny and I'll clean up the room with you. And when I'm through my buddies'll finish up. Understand?" he shouted.
Christina didn't have time to answer. She felt his thumbs and forefingers pressing against the spot where her upper and lower jaws met. The pain was too great. Christina had no choice except to open her mouth and let him drive in his dick.
"Yeah, oh, yeah, nice hot, wet pretty little mouth," Kevin sighed. His head was thrown back while his hips hunched rapidly back and forth. He had her head gripped tightly between his hands. Christina's nude body was stretched awkwardly across the bed, her legs twisted around at one end while her head lay at the other. She braced her torso with both hands flat on the mattress.
"Mmmffff!" she groaned. His wiry cock-hairs tickled her nostrils while a strangely familiar smell came from his crotch. Tears welled up in her eyes and streaked down her flushed cheeks. And all the while Kevin's cock slid over her tongue, pre-cum oozing freely from his piss-slit. It coated her throat, making her swallow involuntarily. It had such an odd, bleachy flavor!
"Man, wiggle that tongue around it. Yeahhh, just like that!" he groaned.
Christina found herself warming to the job. She moved her tongue flat around the sensitive ridged underside of his dick, massaging that cum-tube while stretching her lips wider apart. Spit oozed from the corners of her mouth while Kevin started no pumping his hips faster. He was making strange strangled cries, rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder while pressing his knees hard against the side of her bed.
"Gotta find some rope," Jeff said, his eyes glazing over as he watched his buddy fuck Christina in the mouth.
"Careful. Don't go in the basement," Kevin warned. "Dog's down there."
"Yeah, thanks," Jeff said, disappearing from the the room.
Christina didn't care what was happening around her. All that concerned her was the dick in her mouth. She could hardly breathe. At times Kevin throated her, holding her face hard against his groin while driving his cock all the way in. It slid past her tonsils, blocking the air to her lungs. At those times the girl struggled wildly, feeling everything grow dark. She needed air to survive! Christina groaned around the dick, clawing his belly to let him know she was passing out.
Meanwhile Bob had disrobed, stripping down to his white athletic socks, moving around to the other side of the bed. Christina felt fingers kneading her thigh roughly. He pinched her, then moved up and greedily began working his fingers over her cunt-lips. She groaned again, twisting around to let him finger-fuck her more easily. He was arousing her more intensely than she'd been aroused before. His sexy fingering had done the ill trick. The girl untangled her legs as best she could, spreading them to give him a better angle.
For an instant Christina thought about what she was doing. She was actually helping these men who were humiliating and hurting her. And worse yet she found she was enjoying it. Wasn't that wrong? Wasn't that something only sick people experienced?
At this point the question was only a casual one for the girl. Her prime concern was that fat cock skewering her mouth. And now someone was fingering her pussy.
"Mmmmm-ohhh!"
Bob was touching her cunt now with his lips, actually licking his tongue up and down her puffy, juice-frothed cunt-flaps. How good it was to feel his uneven breath blowing through her blonde cunt-hairs. Images of Sport and what he'd done to her flashed through her mind. Christina was writhing as much as she could, no longer caring about pride. She rubbed her asscheeks over the mattress, moving one hand up to Kevin's balls when he told her to and fingered them gingerly. They were so hot, so big. And when she tickled them lightly like that he groaned, telling her if she kept that up he'd shoot in her mouth.
"Go for it, baby, gimme good head like that. Yeah, whip on some skull," he groaned.
Christina felt herself spinning out of control. She felt that hot pointed tongue splitting her pussy in two. Bob sucked up her hot flowing juices, tonguing her cuntal folds, rubbing his lips over her pubes. She hunched back, flexing her thigh and ass muscles, feeling hot/chilly flashes tear through her cunt. The bed squeaked and groaned under her twisting body.
"Got it?" Bob asked, pulling his mouth away from Christina's hot little pussy. He reached up and picked several pussy-hairs from between his front teeth, grinning sheepishly at his returning buddy.
"Yeah," Jeff said, holding several pieces of quarter-inch clothesline in his hands.
"Come on," Kevin said, pulling his dick out and holding it tightly with both hands. His muscular body shivered as he struggled to fight down the rising cum. His balls were tight against his fat dickroot. At the same time Bob slid from the bed. Christina stared wide-eyed at the men, ashamed now at her participation in this scene.
"You heard him," Jeff growled, studying the ropes and selecting several for his purposes.
Christina slipped from the bed and stood to one side, shyly covering up her tits and cunt with her arms and hands as best she could. It was a silly move considering what she'd been through ... silly but instinctive. Her mother's moral training stuck in an odd way even now.
"Bend down," Jeff ordered.
Christina had to obey. Reluctantly she did what she was told, her eyes darting from one man to the other. Jeff knelt to one side, shoving her feet up against the bottom front crossbeam of her bed. He took her wrists and placed them on her ankles, looping one piece of the clothesline around her left hand and foot. He secured the doubled rope with a figure-eight knot.
The young man did the same with Christina's right wrist and ankle, smiling while the girl watched and whimpered. She felt the cool air of the room blowing against her still-heated cuntal walls and asshole.
Jeff finished by securing her bound wrists and ankles to the bottom crossbeam and front legs of the bed. These bonds forced Christina's legs to remain spread widely apart. Her body doubled in that way made a perfect A-frame. Christina let her head hang down, her hair brushing over the mattress.
"A nice ass. Bet we could make it even hotter than it is," Kevin mused. He reached down for his belt, sliding it from the belt loops, then doubling it over in one hand.
Christina waited breathlessly, feeling she was going to faint from the anticipation of what was about to happen to her. Then there was a whistling of something cutting the air, followed by a cracking sound. Christina felt the sharp blow, felt the flush "of heat from her injured flesh. They were beating her, laughing and beating her! The belt sliced her flesh again and again, crisscrossing, heating her ass up to the temperature of her throbbing pussy. Christina groaned, muffling her screams as she struggled to keep from fainting. For the first time in days, she wished her mother would come in and help her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Ohhhh, stop it, please, I'll do anything," Christina begged in a tight voice.
"Baby, you'll do anything anyways," Kevin said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. The belt hung at his side. He saw the welts rising from her white flesh. His cock was sticking straight out from his groin like a giant barber pole. Glancing between her thighs, he noticed two distinct clear rivers of pussy-juice trickling down toward her ankles. "The bitch digs it," he commented, flicking the belt against her wet flesh.
Christina let out a sharp cry, her asscheeks jiggling with her jerky movements. Her arms and legs ached from the awkward bound position. If only he'd loosen the ropes around her wrists and ankles. They throbbed so. And every time Kevin sliced the belt across her flesh she jerked, chafing her skin against the tough clothesline binding her. She twisted her head around, biting the bedspread, tearing the soft cotton material as the pain pulsed out from her injured ass to her cunt.
"Let's see if she's hot enough to cry when I fuck her," Kevin said, letting the belt drop. He inched forward, hooking his hands around her hipbones and driving his cock down.
"Alyeeee!"
Christina hadn't realized how hot her pussy was until half of Kevin's cock shoved into her. The young woman's eyes bugged out while her knees bent. She gasped again, feeling her pussy-muscles cramp, then snap down on the invading cock. Kevin laughed, wiggling his hips from side to side while pinching her flesh until it turned black and blue. His balls were riding high, pressing hard against his cock-root while he fucked her rapidly with half his cock-shaft.
"Maybe the little cunt digs gettin' it in both ends," Jeff said as he crawled onto the bed and dropped his pants. Christina rolled her eyes up just in time to see him fall on his knees, slide up to her face, then reach down for her hair.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Jeff curled his fingers around several strands of her blonde hair and jerked up. Christina thought he was going to tear them from her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered while air rushed from her opened mouth in a silent scream.
"This'll shut her up," he commented, shoving his knees under her chin and hunching up. Christina gagged, spit rolling down her throat while Jeff made her suck him off. He was brutal, tugging up at her hair, making her cry and gag while Kevin kept hammering his cock against her clit. She couldn't breathe any longer when Jeff continually kept throating her, blocking her air passage with his dick. In a desperate move, Christina peeled her lips back and bit down.
"Ooowww, fuck!" Jeff cried, slapping the young woman hard across her head and pulling his dick out. He held it, rolling back on the bed and curling his legs up to his chest while moaning loudly.
"Hey, you hurt bad?" Kevin asked, pulling his cock out with a squishy pop.
"No, no, man," the dark-haired boy said after some time. He stared angrily at Christina who was sobbing.
"I couldn't breathe!" she cried in explanation.
"Yeah, you'll live," Kevin said, glancing at his buddy's prick. "But we gotta teach this one a lesson."
"Let me do it," Jeff said, sliding his trousers up over his injured cock. Fortunately Christina's teeth had done more injury to his pride than to his cock. Sliding off the bed he asked Bob for his cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it. He puffed angrily on it, pacing back and forth, staring at the girl's exposed pussy while Kevin watched with a smile on his face.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" Christina stammered. She smelled the acrid smoke from the burning cigarette. Trembling, the blonde teenager twisted her head around and saw Jeff standing with the cigarette poised between his fingers, aimed right at her cunt. In a flash, the girl knew what he was going to do. Her hair stood on end.
"On ... no, my God ... no ... don't!"
Her eyes widened, the sight of the cigarette filling her eyes. It burned itself into her brain. The fucking, the beating, and now this. Would she be disfigured, ruined for life? Christina let out a low groan as Jeff lowered the cigarette. He moved it down to her knees, warming her flesh.
"Oh!"
Christina let out a whimper, every nerve ending alive, expectant.
The cigarette moved along, creating a reddened path of burned flesh. The scalding heat singed her tender flesh. Her blonde cunt-hairs shriveled, smoldering down to her soft, moist mound. Christina cried out for them to stop. She begged them she wouldn't do anything to make them angry again.
But Kevin was enjoying her pain and fear too much to stop now. The bitter smell of the burned hair was nauseating. The young woman began screaming louder, tugging .wildly at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles bound tightly to the bed.
"Yeah, baby, scream it out, man. Ain't nobody gonna come here and help you," Kevin said.
His hands were shaking from the thrill he felt. It was almost like taking poppers or snorting coke. Watching the girl's ass jiggle frantically in front of him, watching her skin quiver as he dropped the cigarette closer to the flesh, it all made him high with power and excitement.
The glowing cigarette slowly moved closer to the center of her cunt. Christina's face was a mask of intense concentration. Her eyes stared at the wall while a soft, wheezing breathing coming from her throat filled the silent room. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and out from under her arms. Digging her fingernails into her ankles, Christina waited for the inevitable pain. The heat from the cigarette was already baking her crotch, burning into her pulsing hole without ever touching her flesh. Soon, she knew, Kevin would touch the glowing tip against some part of her body, creating terrible agony.
"You dig it, don't you, honey? You really love it," he whispered.
"No, no, it's not true," Christina cried, shaking her head from side to side. She closed her eyes, biting her lower hp, denying that she enjoyed this torture, this awful degradation.
But the truth was that overriding her definite feelings of anger and terror was an odd sensation of pleasure throbbing in her cunt. As the heat curled into her pussy, the young woman felt her clit reacting powerfully to this torture. The radiating energy from that cigarette was like a hot, sucking mouth, fondling her tiny clit, dragging on it, pinching it without the hot ashes even touching it.
"No! Eeeee!" Christina cried as she felt a tiny orgasm sweep through her pussy.
"Man, she's poppin' off," Kevin said, shaking his head back and forth in disbelief. Christina was hotter than her mother, something that was almost unbelievable for the young man, although he suspected it earlier.
"No, no I'm not," Christina gasped, her knees bending again. She was falling toward the floor, feeling all strength leaving her as her orgasm continued. It was with great effort the young woman managed to fight through the red fog settling over her brain and remain standing in that bent-over position.
"Trying to lie, eh?" Kevin said, smiling as he moved the cigarette back to her inner thighs.
Christina cringed again, letting out small animal sounds when she felt that searing heat. The smell of that burning tobacco combined with the odor of her burning body fuzz. She writhed against the ropes holding her arms and legs prisoner, a little sob escaping from her throat.
Kevin's eyes glittered as he finally dropped the burning cigarette to her flesh, then dragged it along the line of one bulging tendon.
Christina strained not to scream out. The sensation of what was happening was so strange. There was intense cold, followed quickly by numbness and then a combination of heat and agonizing pain. Kevin waited for the girl to scream, to beg him to take the cigarette away from her body.
But the young blonde bit her lower lip, remaining quiet except for a few muffled grunts and moans.
"Unnghhhh!" Christina cried, twisting her head around and biting at the bedspread. A scream was rising in her throat as the cigarette moved toward her juicy pussy. He was going to burn her cunt! The thought of that instrument of torture singeing her pussy-walls terrified her.
"Yeah," Kevin said, smiling as he pulled the cigarette away, then dropped it right in the middle of her pussy. There was a hissing sound as Christina's flowing juices put out the tip. But the young man's plan had worked. Christina stiffened, her eyes bugging out while her face drained white. Twisting open her mouth, the blonde teenager let out a shriek of agony. With a tearing pain in her throat, Christina kept screaming like an injured animal, crying out until the pain finally went away. With a strangled, choked moan, the young woman sank to the floor, the ropes cutting cruelly into her ankles and wrists.
Kevin stepped back, looking down at the semiconscious blonde teen. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
"It's the old lady. Come on," Kevin said, jerking his head backward in a signal for the men to hide in the room.
Christina was on the floor, unaware of what was going on. Had she known, she might have screamed for her mother to run for help. Instead she sat in front of the bed, her hands and wrists still bound together. Christina sobbed, feeling the pain slowly ebb.
In the living room, Laura had bolted the front door shut. The sick worry she felt all day about Christina running from the house had plagued her relentlessly. Guilt followed her around whatever she did. Finally unable to stay in the house waiting for her daughter to return, the woman left, taking her car in a futile search for Christina. It was a stupid thing to do. Laura realized she knew little about her daughter's social life. Christina could be anywhere with a friend. And the woman was too proud at this point to start making hysterical phone calls, revealing family problems to near strangers.
So she patrolled the nearby streets, nearly rear ending several cars while she peered through the windows searching for her daughter. It had been a shot in the dark at best. Laura found nothing, her heart sinking as the minutes slipped by. Now in her living room, the woman was close to tears. Her world was collapsing around her fast and she didn't know how to stop it.
Laura's thoughts were interrupted by the howling sounds of Sport in the basement. The woman wrinkled up her forehead in confusion. Surely she'd chased him outside earlier. What was he doing in the house? A spark of hope shot through the woman. Christina! She must have come home!
Dashing through the living room, Laura ran into the kitchen, only to stop in the doorway when she spotted her daughter's shorts lying on the floor next to the halter. Laura studied them, her mind whirling around. Why had Christina disrobed in here unless ... A terrible thought entered her head, reinforced when she heard moaning sounds coming from down the hallway.
The little slut! Laura thought, her fingers curling into a tight fist. Christina must have brought someone home purposely to torture Laura, and now she was having sex with him openly. But how could she deal with something like that, especially when her daughter had caught her red-handed with a man half her age?
The older woman closed her eyes and leaned against the refrigerator. She wanted to cry. Would she ever be able to handle her daughter again? A particularly loud groan snapped her back to reality. This had gone far enough. Whatever she'd done, Laura was still her mother. Christina would have to listen to her as long as she lived under this roof. And fucking like this at her age, well, it just wouldn't be tolerated!
Laura pushed herself away from the refrigerator and marched down the hallway, her pulse racing as she entered her daughter's bedroom and started berating the young teenager.
"Now you listen...."
Laura stopped in mid-sentence, shocked by what she found. What was Christina doing on the floor bound like this? And the moans, she realized, were more from pain than from pleasure. She started to kneel down when she realized there were others in the room.
"Oh!"
Bob and Jeff rushed from behind the door, grabbing her arms and pinning them against the small of her back. Laura struggled, her legs becoming entangled with one another. Rapists, thieves! The thoughts shot through her brain until she caught sight of Kevin still holding that burning cigarette. Quickly Laura realized what had probably gone on.
"Let her go," she hissed, glancing down at her daughter.
"Why? She's hotter 'n you. This here's Jeff and Bob, a cOuple of my frat brothers. I would've brought the whole damned house down here. Most of them were in class, though. I'll bet you and your daughter could take care of the whole damned UCLA football team ... and probably do it under an hour," Kevin added with a smirk.
Laura winced at the insult.
"Do what you want with me, but let her go," Laura pleaded.
"Oh, I'm gonna do what I want with you anyway. But we're gonna keep her around for more fun," Kevin said, indicating her daughter with a nod.
Christina rolled her head to one side. For the first time she saw her mother.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I brought him here to hurt you. Oh, I didn't know this was going to happen," Christina sobbed. She closed her eyes, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh, honey...." Laura wanted to kill these men with her bare hands. But Jeff and Bob held her arms pinned tightly.
"Bet you'd love to see your daughter in action, eh?" Kevin asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling mockingly at her.
"You sick animal," Laura growled. So this had been the wonderful young man she'd let into her house and bedroom! If only she'd studied him more carefully she might have seen this streak of animal cruelty in him and shown him the door.
"Sick, eh? Have at her guys," Kevin said, nodding down at Christina.
Jeff and Bob reached down and untied Christina quickly. At first the young woman groaned her thanks, rubbing her chafed wrists and ankles against her legs. How good it was to be untied, to feel her muscles relaxing. Then Christina realized both men were hard, their cocks long and thick and pointed right at her. She jerked her head around and peered fearfully up at her mother.
"Don't let them hurt me!" she wailed.
But Laura could do nothing except watch helplessly.
Bob got behind her, reaching around and pinching her tits with his callused fingers. Her tits jiggled around from the violent movements, her nipples getting hard. Christina felt his dick rubbing against her asscheeks, rolling into her ass-crack and sliding up and down.
Jeff moved in front, dropping his head and kissing her on the mouth while humping his dick over her cuntal mound.
Laura turned away, sickened by the sight of her daughter humiliated in this fashion. Kevin was enjoying the scene, encouraging his buddies to hurt the teenager while they dry-fucked her.
Christina was at first horrified. Two men were fucking her, sandwiching her in between their hard, thick-muscled bodies while her mother looked on. But all the beating and humiliation had done their work. Slowly the girl forgot about Laura, about her pride, about what little morality she had left. Slowly the girl realized her belly and cunt were a riot of pleasurable sensations. And with each pinch and slap her body heat rose.
"Come on," Jeff said, pushing her toward the bed.
Christina obeyed without hesitation, finding herself on the bedspread on her side. Jeff was behind her now, spreading open her asscheeks and kneading her firm tight flesh. His cock leaked pre-cum. It was more than enough to lube up her tight little shitter. Christina didn't care about being assfucked now. She was too hot, too confused to fight anyone off. In fact, the teen wanted both men in her at the same time. A wave of lust destroyed everything in her consciousness except the wild desire to fuck like a crazed animal.
Bob hunched up, shoving his cock against her lower belly. He tongued her mouth hungrily, pinching her nipples, rolling them around between his thumb and forefinger until Christina thought he was going to tear them off. Behind her, Jeff was working more quickly. Soon she was going to have two men fucking her at once! With an insane giggle, Christina gave herself totally up to the wild sensations raking her body.
CHAPTER TEN
Christina whipped her hips back to draw Jeff in deeper. As she writhed, her mind a blank except for the lewd sensations assailing her, Bob worked his fingers into her cunt. Christina groaned, jerking her body from side to side as she felt his jagged fingernails teasing her pulsing, slick cuntal walls. Her clit was swelling, almost reaching for the young man's probing fingers. She moaned again, kissing Bob back passionately. With another movement the young girl felt Jeff pressing his dick-head against the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. Oh, he was going to push it in now! Christina heard him telling her to relax, to shove her ass back a little more so he could fuck her at a better angle.
The pressure against her asshole was increasing. She felt his fingers moving around her ass, finally dropping away as he shoved down again.
"Ohhhhh!" Christina moaned into Bob's mouth.
Jeff pushed down as hard as he could, his dick bending in the middle at first. Then slowly the head slipped into her tight little hole, pushing aside the relaxing sphincter muscles and slipping in on a thick lube of his pre-cum.
Christina wiggled her ass encouragingly. At first she felt a dull ache radiating out from her shitter into her pussy. She wanted to pull away. But Bob and Jeff held her firmly. Then slowly the young teen found herself accepting that ass-fucking, actually enjoying it. A spicy kind of heat radiated up from her hole, shooting directly to her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
She moaned again, more loudly than the first time. Her hips jerked back and forth while Jeff fucked her faster from behind. Christina could feel his balls slapping against her asscheeks. Yes, yes, stuffed with two cocks! How would it feel with both of them pistoning in and out of her body at the same time?
Laura stared at her fucking daughter, her face a mask of pain and agony .This was the result of her sexual freedom ... her daughter sprawled there on the bed, fucked by two animals, screaming like a madwoman while her mother watched from the sidelines.
"You dig it, baby? You wanna wind up like that?" Kevin taunted.
"Animal!" she shrieked, turning around and throwing herself onto Kevin. She realized nothing had been holding her back from doing this. Only fear they would harm her daughter even more kept her silent. But now Laura fought with Kevin like a tigress.
"Stupid bitch," he countered, jerking his face away from her curled, clawing fingers.
After some struggling the young man grabbed both her arms, holding them to one side, twisting them around until Laura thought he was going to break them.
"Please," she cried in a strangled whisper.
He was pushing her down, forcing her to the floor just as he'd done before. The woman looked up pleadingly. But again as before there was no mercy in his face. Then with his knee Kevin knocked Laura hard in the chin, sending her sprawling half-conscious on the floor.
"Ohhh, yes, fuck, fuck," Christina groaned.
Bob had just slipped his cock into her hot squishy hole. Christina arched her back, letting out a long, low moan of delight. How good it was to feel that dick-head pushing aside her throbbing cuntal walls. And behind her Jeff was still fucking her ass. His breathing was becoming short, labored. At times he stopped his pistoning movements, his breath stopping, then returning. She knew he was close, close to popping off in her bowels.
"Man, you gonna come soon?" he gasped, peering over her shoulders at his buddy.
"Close, close, too," Bob moaned.
His hands were on her tits, his fingers playing with the hot fleshy mounds while his dick trenched out her hole. Christina felt her cuntal muscles cramping, holding tightly onto his sinking dick as it shoved aside the moist, silky walls of her pussy.
"Man, you're gonna cut it off you keep doing that," he said, smiling weakly at her.
"I can't help it," Christina moaned back. These weren't men out to hurt her. No, they were her lovers, men who wanted to give her as much pleasure as she could handle. And for that Christina suspected she was nothing better than a bottomless pit.
"Man, now, man!" Jeff cried, his body slamming hard against her back.
Christina groaned, loving the sensation of his belly pressing against the small curve of her back. He was shooting, filling her tight little asshole with his jism. She could feel the steady pulsing beat of his cum shooting into her shitter.
The blonde teenager was dizzy. Every hole was invaded with dick-meat it seemed. She was one big clit, every nerve ending of her body throbbing with lust. Bob let out a shout in front of her, a clue he was coming. Why was she holding back? Christina kicked free of all restraints and felt herself spinning away from the world. They were all coming now, their bodies twitching and jerking as if someone had touched them all with a thousand volt electric wire.
"Ahhhhhlyeeee!" the girl screamed. She felt inundated in hot creamy jizz. She drank in all that cum. She wanted them to fuck her silly, to drive all thoughts of morality, of her mother, of everything except fucking out of her mind.
In a minute they pulled away, leaving her satisfied and weary on the bed. She lay there, dozing, enjoying the warm glow creeping over her flesh.
"Oh, Christina, how ... how could you?" Laura whispered tightly, slowly turning away from her daughter.
"Tie her up so she doesn't get loose," Kevin said, nodding toward the girl.
"What...?" Christina murmured, feeling the clothesline once more tighten about her wrists and ankles.
Bob and Jeff worked quickly, drawing the teen's hands high over her head and fastening them to the rear bedposts. Just as they spread her long white legs apart and began tying them to the front legs, Laura bolted.
"I'll get her. You finish up," Kevin said, rushing out of the bedroom after her.
Laura felt nothing but sheer animal terror as she careened down the hallway, her arms stretched out in front of her. If only she could reach the front door! She'd dash out into the street and scream for help. At this point, Laura didn't care what the neighbors would think once they came in and found Christina and the men. God only knows they were probably talking about the scene they'd witnessed days ago when Kevin had slapped her around.
"Oh!"
Kevin was right behind her. Laura slid on the slippery polished wool. Catching herself, the woman turned left and started for the living room when she felt Kevin grab her hair from behind. He pulled back hard, nearly tearing it from her scalp.
"Ahhhghhh!" Laura cried, her head snapping back while her eyelids fluttered. The woman felt her knees giving way under the pain and pressure. With another howl, Laura tumbled to the floor, her arms stretched to either side.
"Thought you'd get away, eh?" Kevin sneered, drawing up close behind her. He still had her hair, pulling up hard. "You're not goin' anywhere until we finish with you and your daughter. After all, a good UCLA frat man finishes what he starts."
"You animal," Laura repeated, twisting on the floor. She didn't care any longer about the pain tearing at her scalp. She wanted to rip his face off, kick him in the balls, destroy the man who had caused her so much pain and humiliation.
Kevin only laughed, moving forward toward the sofa. He pulled her by the hair, dragging her moaning, kicking and shrieking across the carpeted floor. The woman was nearly hysterical, barely conscious of what was happening around her. Laura accidentally kicked over an end table near the large couch, sending a table lamp crashing to the floor. She felt the carpeting burning the backs of her legs as Kevin dragged her a few more feet.
"Feisty bitch, eh?" he muttered, letting go of her hair and grabbing her around the waist.
Laura twisted around in his tight grip, beating at him with he fists, kicking as hard as she could. Her shoes flew off, crashing against the far wall while her dress tore in several places. The woman's face was red with anger and excitement, a whirlwind of activity as Kevin moved her toward the couch and flung her down.
"Oh!" Laura screamed, trying to sit back up and get off the couch.
"Man, I remember how fuckin' hot you were. Bet your cunt's still boilin', right?" Kevin said thickly. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips, then slid onto her body, resting her knees finally on her upper arms.
The weight of Kevin on her thighs and torso was crushing. Laura twisted as best she could, her mouth a tight scar as he towered over her. She twisted like a madwoman, her legs tangling together, her dress tearing even more while her long blonde hair hung in front of her face. She grunted and growled like a trapped animal, thinking about Christina, thinking about the kind of fool she'd been in front of this man and her daughter.
"Bitch," Kevin whispered, raising one hand, then sending it down against her face in a broad arch.
Laura cringed, her eyes widening as she realized what he was about to do. "Don't!" she cried.
But the slap silenced the woman. Laura shrieked, then screamed again as the big college stud backhanded her. Again and again he slapped her, the force of the blows snapping her head from side to side.
Quickly Laura grew quiet, her cries turning to sobs of fear and pain. She begged Kevin to slide back. Her arms were aching, throbbing as his knees crushed them. She saw his bulging fly only inches away from her face. Was he going to make her suck him off?"
"Okay, we got her tied down," Jeff said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Wanna have a little fun with this one? You up to it after fuckin' her daughter in there?" Kevin asked, turning his head around and grinning at his buddy.
"Yeah, sure," Jeff said.
"No!" she screamed.
"Let's take her to the middle of the room. Turn that chair over," Kevin said to his buddy. "Let me go!"
Kevin grew tired of her screaming, clamping one hand over her mouth. He dragged her kicking, biting and screaming to the position he'd indicated earlier.
"Yeah, right there," Kevin said as Jeff took a stuffed chair and laid it on its side. Laura still tried to kick at them but it was futile. She was terrified of what they'd do to Christina once they finished with her. If only she she could let out a good loud bellow to attract the neighbors. But Kevin had stuffed a foul smelling handkerchief into her mouth before draping her over the chair. The armrest jammed hard into her belly as Jeff ripped her dress up from behind. Rough hands up and down her thighs told the woman yet another test of her endurance was about to begin.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Man, she's no old bag," Jeff said in a soft, quivering voice.
"She's all woman, buddy. All woman. She's better than half those broads on campus," Kevin commented. "And you can smell her! Fuck, she's really juicin' even now," the young man said with some surprise.
They both squatted, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Laura's eyes grew big, staring unblinking at the opposite wall. A wild pulse erupted in her body while her nipples grew hard and thick. She was spilling more fuck-oil, the hot cunt-butter greasing down her furry outer pussylips. They were tearing her clothes off, ripping her dress, her bra and finally her pink nylon panties from her body until they'd stripped her completely. At times Laura tried to fight back, clutching at some torn remnant of material still clinging to her body.
But Kevin only hit her across the face, promising to "clean up the house" with her if she tried anything else that displeased him.
If only she could break away. It was impossible to talk herself out of this situation. Both of them were beyond reasoning. Kevin and Jeff had one thing in mind. Once they finished it, they were talking about going back to Christina and having "a little more fun."
Laura could only guess with a shudder what that meant. More raping for her daughter, more humiliation, then back to her! When would it end? They seemed to have an unending source of sexual energy and brutality.
Laura heard muffled grunts. Twisting her head around she saw both men had become fully aroused, their cocks swollen and dark purple. For a second, the woman broke away from Jeff's grasp and darted backward on her ass toward the door. She fell over onto her side, letting out a strangled gasp. They laughed, got hold of her again and draped her back over the overturned chair.
"Get the rope. You didn't use it all on the girl, did you?" Kevin asked, holding Laura against the chair.
"Naw," Jeff said, scrambling to his feet and running down the hall. He returned with several pieces and tied her wrists together.
"We can't fuck her like that," Jeff said.
"Not unless we fuck her in the ass, just like the daughter," Kevin said, laughing after jabbing the side of Laura's face with one knee.
"You think her ass is as tender as the daughter's?" Jeff asked, sliding back and picking up a long piece of rope.
"Older meat needs tenderizing," Kevin said, knowing what his buddy had in mind.
Laura wondered what they were talking about. Then the hiss in the air told her everything. The piece of line came down, slapping against her asscheeks. The woman screamed, tightening her asscheeks as a small welt rose from her flesh. The blows came again and again, making her flesh erupt into goose pimples. Her cunt snapped closed on thin air while her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow. How delicious it was to be humiliated like this, beaten like this. It was punishment, just punishment for all the anguish she'd caused her daughter.
Another blow cut into her ass-crack, sending the woman almost over the side of the chair. Kevin held her down by draping one arm over her back.
But he didn't have to worry about her trying to run away now. The blows heated her ass up as predicted, making her pussy steam and quiver as well. She opened her crotch, forcing her hips against the scratchy material that covered the armrest of the chair. She felt it tickling her slick pussy tissues. With a few more adjustments, Laura was rubbing her clit against the chair, feeling the rough material draw her higher and higher toward orgasm.
She threw her head back when the next blow sliced across both jiggling, reddened asscheeks. Her spine straightened, her head raised at a sharp angle to the chair. It was as if that piece of line were a hammer, pounding her into the ground. She couldn't stand this. In a flash the woman realized to her shame that she needed something in her pussy.
"Whew, work!" Jeff said, stopping for a second. Kevin reached down and smoothed his fingers over her pussy. He smiled, raised his eyebrows in delight as he watched her outer cuntlips quiver then snap shut like the shells of a clam.
"She's hot and wet, just like a hot woman should be," he commented.
While his buddy rested, the young man drew up behind her. It didn't take long for Kevin to slip his dick into her hole. The wet lips cushioned his hard, pistoning thrusts. Laura twisted her head around, Ml closing her eyes, letting out muffled groans of unspeakable delight. All caution, all humility were thrown away. Hot chilly flashes of excitement raced through her tortured body. Her long hair fell over her face, clinging to her damp cheeks. Her body was a riot of conflicting emotions and feelings. "Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
Laura shook her ass, making the heavy muscles dance and jump, driving the man fucking her from behind wild with joy.
"She's better 'n I remember her," Kevin grunted, his face turning red.
Laura screamed, matching his groans. Fucking this way after having been beaten on the ass with that rope drove her satisfaction to wild heights. Let them rape her, beat her, knock her to the ground. It was the kind of punishment she deserved, the kind of degradation she loved secretly all her life.
Kevin shot off quickly, spurting out his cum into her sucking hole.
"Sloppy seconds?" Jeff said after Kevin withdrew.
"Better than nothing."
"I'll get the asshole," Jeff said after thinking for a few seconds.
"No, no, no," Laura protested weakly.
But Jeff had already pulled her down from the chair, spun her around on her back and slipped her calves over his broad shoulders. He spat on his dick, greasing it down with his thick hot saliva while rolling the woman back onto the floor until only her shoulders and neck touched the carpeting.
Laura squealed like a stuck pig, jerking her ass around when she felt two of his fingers enter her asshole and scrape against the tender bowel lining. She beat her feet gently against his throat, then surrendered completely to the big man. He was rolling forward, shoving his cock against her shitter.
Just then the sound of a door crashing open shattered the thickened silence. Laura jerked to consciousness, knowing it was Sport who had somehow weakened the door, managing to open the basement door and dash into the living room.
"What...?" Kevin said, backing away as the dog eyed him suspiciously. A low growl came from his throat as the young man started to reach for a table lamp.
"No, don't hurt him. He won't do anything," Laura whispered. This was her chance, her opportunity to stop this insanity. All she had to do was scream, show the dog she needed help. But all she could do was lie there quietly.
"Nice looking dog," Kevin commented, moving his hand away from the lamp. He was going to use it as a weapon, then realized the animal would do nothing if Laura didn't call for him. And at this point the woman wasn't about to do anything to stop the men from having their way with her.
"Man, that mutt makes me nervous," Jeff said, backing away and wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. His hard-on had gone down as he watched the dog prowling around him. "Come on, suck it, honey. Maybe that'll get it going."
Laura didn't think twice. She wiggled off the chair, kneeling modestly in front of Jeff, her bound wrists in her lap. He twisted around, lying on his back and spreading his legs widely apart. Closing her eyes, Laura started to suck his veined cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips sucked around the flared head, her teeth occasionally nicking it. Then she slid down to have it touching the back of her throat. She was warming to the task when she felt the Irish setter's cold nose against her cunt-lips.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, jerking her head up and pulling her mouth off the dick. This was awful! Her hands were still tied together. She couldn't reach back and knock the dog away. Glancing nervously up at Kevin, she saw a flicker of realization of what was happening in his eyes.
Sport moved around, bringing his hot tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt. She trembled like a bitch in heat. He liked the flavor, apparently, of Kevin's jizz mixed with her pussy-juice.
"No, Sport!" she cried.
"Come on, baby, it should be interesting," Kevin said with a sneer. "Keep suckin' that dick."
Laura groaned, feeling so ashamed she could have died. But there was little she could do. Letting out another moan of revulsion, the woman went back to sucking cock, easing her head down until the drooling head was brushing her lips once again.
"Oh, yeah, nibble on that mother, yeahhhhh!" Jeff sighed, hunching up to her mouth. She was nibbling on the side of his veined cock, tickling its hardness with her tongue-tip until he cried out.
While Laura let her head fall over the shaft, the animal was busy behind her. He grunted, driving his tongue in wild lapping frenzies over her pussylips. His touch was much lighter, far more ticklish than before. He was going at her with the same hungry eagerness. But when the pink surface brushed her clit it was excruciatingly tickly ... very soft, so soft the woman thought she'd scream from frustration.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Sport had centered his lapping attention against her clit now. The tiny pink lump had become an erect and sensitive finger. The dog was tonguing it continually, trying to flatten it down into her cuntlips. Laura danced her plump, rounded asscheeks around in frantic circles, moving that delicious little treat away from the dog. Sport whined, finding her clit again with the sharp line of his bottom fangs.
Laura cried out once more, the vibrations of her moans tickling Jeff's throbbing rod and forcing him closer to orgasm. His balls were already pulled up high in their sac from the tension of her sucking mouth. He was pounding the floor, cursing loudly, at times holding her head with both hands so hard Laura thought he'd crush it.
At the same time Laura could feel Sport's fangs. When he got excited she could always feel them. They were pressing hard into her soppy cunt-lips, rimming the aching, pulsing muscles guarding her pussy-mouth. She gasped with unashamed delight, her long hair sweeping over Jeff's muscled, swelling belly.
Then suddenly the woman felt paws scratching her. There was some whimpering. Laura pulled away from the dick to say something. But it was far too late. Sport had slid onto her body, slipping his forepaws around her belly. Something very hot, very slick and very hard brushed against her inner thighs. He had mounted her, draped his body over hers! His long silky hair tickled the flesh of her back and sides. Laura cried out, dropping her mouth down to the root of Jeff's rod and gobbling it up while the Irish setter hunched his ass up, drew his dick across her asscheeks, then sliced his knobby prick into her hole.
Laura thought the world had ended. Bright lights popped in front of her while the dog's prick pistoned in and out of her slit. The tiny bumps and knobs were like the protrusions of French ticklers, each one finding a particularly sensitive spot in her fuck-slit. She fucked back, raising her ass as high as she could and wiggling it back and forth to in crease the sloppy wet friction driving her wild.
Jeff couldn't hold back another second and cut loose, sending gushes of white cum spattering against the back of Laura's throat. The woman choked, swallowing as much of the bleachy spunk as she could, then letting it drip from her mouth and splash onto Jeff's belly.
"Man, the pooch's cuttin' loose, too," Kevin said.
It was true! Laura felt the dog's cock swelling up inside her, pressing against the sides of her convulsing pussy. She was coming as hard and fast as Jeff had just done in her mouth. When the animal whined and howled as his prick shot off, Laura screamed, her cuntal walls crashing down against the animal's hunk of cock-meat.
It was a grotesque scene, man and woman and dog writhing on the carpeting while Kevin watched from the sidelines. When it was over, Jeff slid out from under the moaning woman while the animal trotted away to another corner. Laura collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. In the background, she heard Bob laughing that he'd fucked her daughter once more in the mouth before finishing off in the cunt.
"Guess we're through here, Mrs. Bettingfield," Kevin said with mock formality. The men had dressed, hitching up their zippers and tucking in their shirts. "Next time we have a frat party we'll call you and your daughter."
Laura lay for a long time on the floor after the three college men had left. She thought about what had happened to her in the past few days-the reawakening of her sexuality, her gross perversion, her daughter's gross perversion! Was it so awful? Certainly most people would condemn her, laugh at her, scorn her. But wouldn't they have reacted the same way considering the circumstances?
Slowly Laura rose from the floor, holding her head in both hands. Her pussy-walls were still slimy from the dog's cum. Shuddering the woman crawled to one end table, opening the drawer and pulling out a small dust cloth. Cleaning herself up as best as she could, Laura stood up unsteadily, staggering through the house to her daughter's bedroom.
Christina lay sprawled across the bed, dark red marks on her wrists and ankles showing where the ropes had been. The bedspread was partially draped over her nude body where welts and whip marks appeared.
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," Laura cried, putting both hands to her mouth, then rushing forward to the bed. Christina moaned when she felt her mother's soft hands caressing her face.
"Are they gone?" she asked weakly, turning around and looking up at her mother.
"Yes," Laura whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Will they ever come back?" Christina wasn't sure if she wanted to see them or not. She was feeling the same conflict of tension and emotion her mother was.
"I ... don't know," Laura said, looking up from the girl. Did she want something like this to happen? It was something she and her daughter would have to talk about. If nothing else, this strange new riot of emotions had drawn them together. Both of them would have to deal with their newly found sexuality. Mother and daughter in the same world! How strange, and yet how wonderful. It would be a terrible challenge. But as she drew Christina to her breast and soothed the trembling girl, Laura knew that somehow they'd find a way out of this self-created emotional maze.
