The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family and peer group alike. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth appear to be more marked than ever before.
We hear constant reports of the pervasive use of drugs in our schools. Of shoplifting and other petty-and not so petty-crimes. Of promiscuity and dangerous VD epidemics.
Carrie is a teenager, embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by her powerful emotions, sometimes feeling guilty about her awakening sexuality, sometimes getting angry over imagined slights and youthful misjudgments.
She is eager for the offered companionship of a roommate-until she discovers the depth of that roommate's perversion. Then Carrie is caught in a crossfire of emotion-condemning herself, on the one hand; wondering how it would feel if she tried it, on the other.
A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND-the story of one average young American girl's coming of age. A lesson to us all. A reminder, once again, that growing up is not easy.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As Carrie turned the page of her roommate's magazine, she felt her skin flush. It was one of those modern women's magazines, the sort of things liberated females were supposed to read. Carrie didn't know whether she was liberated or not. But the magazine sure was turning her on!
The centerfold was a blond beach boy type with muscles everywhere and the lump in the towel he was wearing hinted that he was hung like a mule. Carrie chewed her bottom lip and flipped to the next page. Two sophisticated women were feeling the guy up in the pictures that followed. They too looked sun-kissed and healthy and the boobs on one of them made Carrie feel a tug of envy. But it was the guy who was really getting to her. At eighteen, she'd been in the city for less than a month. Her roommate Linda had gotten her a job in a secretarial pool working for a large corporation downtown. Linda had graduated from Ferndale High the year before Carrie had. And though Carrie had gone against her parents' wishes by coming to live in a singles' apartment with her best friend, she'd been as eager to escape small-town life as Linda had.
"Ohhhh, wow," she sighed, squeezing her thighs together. She was on the sofa with nothing on but a western shirt and a pair of panties. She'd been painting her toenails when she'd seen the magazine. Painting her toenails and wondering when she'd ever get a chance to go out with some boy. Her eyes widened as she stared at the explicit photographs. There was one with the guy on his back in the sun. His cock wasn't hard but it sure looked big. Carrie knew it wasn't in a state of erection because she'd seen her brother's penis one night when he'd returned from a date. It didn't hang down like the one on the guy in the picture. Her brother's penis had jutted up from his body at an angle and the head had been dark blue. That was as close to a male cock as Carrie had ever been.
She knew that her roommate Linda had been lots closer.
Carrie pressed her fingers lightly against the plumpness of her mound. A few curly brown hairs stuck out from under the elastic of her pantycrotch. The nylon was very warm and very damp. Carrie could feel her tender parts expanding under the sheer patch of material. She could feel the inner folds swelling with blood, blooming open to press their juicy surfaces against her underwear. She rocked her hips slowly, enjoying the soft rub of her slick surfaces.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. Already she knew what she would have to do. Since she'd turned sixteen, the habit had grown on her until now rarely a day went by that she wasn't forced to slide a finger into the feverish heat of her crevice and play with herself. At seventeen she'd gotten a little rough with herself one time and accidentally torn her hymen. It was a very small tear, just large enough for Carrie to insert a single finger. But since that time, her sex games had taken on an extra excitement. Because the touch of her finger sliding deep into her squishy, squeezing cunt made her feel just heavenly.
"Uhhhh," she groaned, rocking her hips as she petted the juice-wet nylon harder. Her finger eased under the elastic of one leg and she found the smoldering crevice where her glistening flesh was all pooched out. She wondered if the pretty girls in the pictures ever did things like this to themselves. She decided that they probably did. Her finger moved back and forth over her clit. The hot nub stiffened and rose from its protective flap. She petted it harder and tingles shot up and down her back. Slouching lower into the cushions of the sofa, Carrie opened her thighs a little more and touched the red lump of her cherry. She could feel that small tear. She traced the spot with a trembling fingertip, panting faster.
There was always a hint of guilt when she actually pushed her finger up into her cunt. Maybe it was because there was something perverse about it, at least from her mother's point of view. All mothers tended to say things like, "a nice girl just doesn't play with herself." Linda had had similar experiences. But Carrie knew that Linda masturbated too. So the guilt she felt now wasn't enough to take away from the enjoyment. Her finger was one knuckle deep and as her muscled opening squeezed down tightly, a shudder of pleasure caused Carrie to drool a little. Her eyes were half-lidded, her long, ash blonde hair draped softly over the fronts of her shoulders. She wiggled her slender body as a rhythmic, slurpy sound filled the space around her. It was the sound of her finger sliding in and out. Just and inch in and an inch out. Ohhh, it felt lovely! Now she could go deeper, deeper.
"Mhhhuuhhhh," she sighed, head flopping on the sofa cushion as she bent her knees slightly, opening her thighs even more to give room for the lusty excitation of her own body. Juice was soaking her nylon panties now. That's one thing she didn't seem to lack, juice! Just thinking about sex could make her all slippery down there and when she started getting a finger deep, it was a small flood.
Bending her wrist sharply, Carrie curled her middle finger and pressed it into the small tear until she could reach no further. She wiggled the finger around, feeling her slippery flesh. Her sex tube seemed so skinny! She wondered how a male penis could ever fit without it hurting her. It seemed tight for her finger! Nice and tight. It felt great!
"Ohhhhh, god...." Carrie squirmed her ass against the sofa. She was thinking of taking her panties off and really giving herself a good going over when the downstairs buzzer sounded to announce there was a visitor waiting downstairs. Carrie let out a moan of exasperation. She hated like sin to pull her finger out. It was so hot and slippery in there. It felt so good to be finger fucking! The buzzer sounded again and Carrie frowned and eased the finger out. As her muscled opening felt it going, the soft firm flesh tightened around her last knuckle. Tingles made her tremble and grind her thighs tightly together.
Weakly she padded to the speaker and asked who it was. It was Justin, Linda's boyfriend. He wanted to know if Linda was there. But when Carrie told him she wasn't he asked to come up and wait for her.
"I'm kinda busy," she said, "but I guess it's okay." Angrily Carrie pushed the button that would unlock the downstairs entrance. She was irritated over the interruption. Now she'd have to put something on and sit around until Justin got tired of waiting. Because this evening he was going to have to wait a long time. Linda was out with another guy.
"Hello, Justin," she said, opening the door. She'd thrown a robe on and brushed her hair. Justin fished a beer out of the refrigerator and yelled at his dog to sit down and behave. The big animal obeyed, his sharp eyes taking Carrie in. Idly, she smelled her fingers, enjoying the musky scent that lingered there. The scent was wafting up from under her robe too.
"You don't know where she went?" Justin asked. He was a big guy with wavy dark hair and rugged good looks.
"No," Carrie lied. "Maybe she went to the library or something."
"I sure am crazy about her," Justin went on. "I worry about her being out by herself." Carrie was slouching on the sofa, thinking about how hot she was. She tried to imagine Justin's cock going into Linda's body. She knew they fucked. She couldn't help but be curious about the details. Especially since she was technically a virgin. "You want another beer?" she asked, seeing that Justin had gulped down his first one.
"Naw. Maybe I'll go walk around and see if I can run into her." He got up and stretched. "You wouldn't mind taking care of Sam, wouldya?"
"Course not." Carrie yawned. Inside she was trembling with the anticipation of being alone again, she could hardly wait to get her finger inside herself again. She really needed a good, hot fingerfuck. Especially after looking at those pictures in Linda's mag.
"Hope you find her," Carrie told Justin, hoping that in reality it would take him hours. She closed the door behind him, locked it with the night chain and padded back to the living room. Sam watched her with dog-like concentration. He was a large dog with thick, reddish-brown fur. Fur as soft as cashmere. Carrie had petted him and felt the muscled strength under his pretty coat.
She untied her robe, flung it over the back of a chair and stretched up on tiptoes. Sam's eyes glistened. For a moment, Carrie felt as if she were undressing before a person.
"That's silly," she breathed, still watching the dog watching her. "You don't mind if I make myself more comfortable, do you, Sam?" The big dog's ears perked as if he knew she was talking to him.
Carrie went to her bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. She skimmed off her panties, sighing when the wet nylon pulled away from the flesh of her cunt. She left her cowboy shirt on but jerked the snaps open down the front. It felt sexy to expose her firm, round breasts. With a sigh of happiness she jumped onto the bed and wiggled onto her back. Then with knees bent slightly, her heels digging into the mattress, she started to pet her tingling slit.
"Ohhhh, there it is!" She got her fingertip into her hole again and -rimmed it slowly, teasingly. Then she penetrated deeper, pulling back each time as if it were a real cock that was spearing her. "Mmmmuuhh, good! So d-darn good!"
Across her tan belly, she could see tiny pearls of sweat. The white pattern of where a bikini had been was the only break along her sun-kissed flesh Her thighs were as brown as her tummy, even her breasts had been tanned enough to show that she'd taken a more intimate sunbath than most city girls had the chance to enjoy.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, wow, ohh, yes!" Her finger made squishy noises as she slid it up inside her body, and pulled it out again. In and out, in and out, the friction causing hot trembles to ripple through her belly and down her thighs. She writhed, her hips tilting sharply. The soles of her feet tingled. They were hanging off the end of the bed an inch or two and when she felt a hot, wet tongue slide between her toes, Carrie just about came unglued. But she knew who it was immediately.
"Oh, Sam! Get away!" She kicked furiously at him and for a moment the hot tongue was gone. But as soon as she started probing her cunthole again, Sam's tongue slopped across her instep. Hot thrills shot up both legs. The licking was incredibly sensual. Even if it was a dog. But Carrie couldn't reconcile the fact with the fantasies that flickered through her mind. She kicked at the dog again.
"Go back in the other room, Sam! Get away, now!"
Her cunt was smoldering despite the dog's interruption. She rubbed and teased herself, groaning, pumping her slim hips. Then that damned dog was slurping her toes again. _
"Ohhhh, god, leave me alone!" The tickling friction was making her feel so weak. She knew that she could bring herself off quickly now. And Sam's tongue was making her feel so weird. Was she digging it or what?
"Bad dog!" She got a good kick in and Sam yelped and moved back a step. "Go away!" Carrie was looking down the length of her body, looking at the red dog's big head, his eyes pinning her down. She realized that he was staring hungrily at the hot slit of her pussy. He could smell her, that was obvious. It was probably what had lured him into her bedroom. "Shoulda closed the door...." she mumbled, trying to concentrate on her fingerfucking.
Sam started licking her feet again. Carrie kicked weakly at him. She was so worked up that it was hard to concentrate her efforts on ridding herself of this pest.
Then she felt the bed move as the big animal's front paws pressed the mattress down. She gave a cry of shocked amazement and kicked hard at the black muzzle that loomed there at the end of the bed. Sam growled as the blow glanced off his neck. For the first time Carrie felt fear.
"No! Go away!" She drew her feet up but Sam closed his jaws around one of her ankles and she felt his fangs dig into her flesh. He wasn't biting hard enough to draw blood, but he had her, had her good!
"Ohhh! Ohhhh, help somebody!"
Sam was up on the bed on all fours now. She could feel his hot breath on her leg. He let go the ankle and licked the red spots where his teeth had sunk in. Carrie was careful not to move too fast. She realized that she didn't really know this dog at all. She'd never seen him make any moves at her in the past.
"Nice doggy, just go in the other room now and Carrie'll get you something to eat."
Sam barked. His eyes were focused on the soft mushy spot between her tan thighs. He was looking at the snow white plumpness of her mound. He was looking at the sparse brown curls that didn't come close to hiding her glistening folds. Carrie scooted slowly up the bed. Sam growled and closed his jaws down on her thigh an inch or two above her knee.
The sensation was much more erotic than Carrie had expected. She was scared half out of her wits and yet the touch of his wet mouth over her muscles made her cunt throb. She had to get rid of him somehow. She had to get him out of her room.
"Don't bite Carrie!" she said, frowning at the big dog. Her frown didn't faze Sam. He was licking the spot he'd just bitten. He moved up another few inches and let his teeth sink into her again.
"Uhhhhhh," she groaned, flopping onto her back. "Don't ... don't...."
But Sam had no intention of stopping. He licked the last spot he'd pinched between his fangs and then Carrie felt his black nose snuffling very, very close to her cunt. She made a sudden movement, trying to roll off the bed. The dog was at her so fast that she froze, dry sobs of fear catching in her throat. His teeth had caught her shoulder and pulled her back down on the bed. One huge paw pressed between her tits. She felt his weight pinning her, stopping her. Only when she let her muscles go limp did the dog move back.
"God help me," she murmured, biting her bottom lip as Sam touched his nose to her mound. He seemed especially interested in the lower part of her body. His hot breath puffed rapidly against her swollen pubes as he got lungful after lungful of her musky scent.
Now she felt a paw on each thigh. The dog nudged her legs wider. He settled on his haunches in the spot he'd made for himself. His hot nose pressed gently between her plump outer lips. Then Carrie felt his tongue.
"Nhhhuuuhhhhhh!" she groaned, hardly believing this was happening to her. A dog had her on the bed, had her trapped there. And he was beginning to lick her cunt! He was only using the tip of his pink tongue, exploring the delicate flaps of tissue, petting the hot nub of her clit. Her juiciness made it sound very slurpy as the dog's licking brought shuddering jolts of pleasure up through her tummy.
"No! Ohhhh, this is awful! I can't let it happen! I just c-c-can't!"
She closed her eyes and tried to close off all her feelings. She tried to think of ways to escape. She wanted to beat this wicked beast that had forced her to submit to his curiosity.
But though the perversity of what was taking place made her half nauseous, something else was happening too. Pleasure. She felt it on the surface of her skin. She felt it between the swollen, juicy heat of her labia. She felt the hot glow building in the tissues around her clit as Sam lapped hungrily at the tender nubbin.
Carrie tossed her head sideways and saw her reflection in the dresser mirror. There she was all stretched out, her shirt open to expose her tits, her legs spread. Between her thighs she could see the dog's big head moving up and down as he continued to curl his tongue into her dripping, feverish cunt. It was a helpless feeling to know that she couldn't do a thing to stop him. Already Sam had warned her about trying to escape. She had to block her mind from what was happening! She had to make herself numb.
Carrie couldn't. The shivers of pleasure were coming too fast now. They pulsed through her, made her nipples swell out and darken. She writhed on the bed, unable to hold still for the steady, wet friction of the dog's tongue against her swollen crevice.
"Uhh, ohhhhh, god, ohhhhh, you awful beast!"
Her jucies spilled freely, spotting the bed as Sam's hot saliva mingled with the flood. She was so wet down there now! The insides of her thighs glistened where the big dog's tongue had smeared and her cunt curls were twisted spirals clinging to the white flesh of her mound.
"Muuuhhh, nhhhaaaahhh," her resistance weakening. What resistance, Carrie thought? How could she resist without being attacked? She wished she had a gun to shoot the awful dog that was actually licking her cunt! Cunnilingus is what her roommate Linda had hinted about once when they'd been discussing men. Carrie had imagined that it was possible that men really did kiss a girl's sex parts. But to have a dog doing it to her!
"Ohhhhh, it's tickling me so bad!" Carrie knew that it was not just any tickle either. It was a very special tickle, a itchy, maddening tickle that built with throbbing urgency. Her nipples burned and she rubbed her palms over them, immediately ashamed that she had given in to the lust the dog was arousing in her.
"Stop ... please, stop it, n-n-now!" But Sam didn't stop. His tongue felt even hotter than before. His breath scalded her tender pussy. And when he pressed his paws against her thighs to make her stretch them wider apart, Carrie arched her back, helpless to stop the turbulent passion that spread.
"Nhhoo, ohhh, god, ohhhh, help, help me ... somebody ... h-h-help!" Her ass rocked from side to side. She couldn't stop herself from moving like that. She despised this awful dog for what he was doing but she couldn't keep still! Her back arched again then humped down into the mattress. She did it again and again, did it faster. Her blossomed cunt-flesh pressed against the dog's tongue and nose. She rubbed her pussy against him as he licked and slurped and rumbled in his throat.
"Oh, why can't I keep still?"
Carrie knew why. Because she was getting close to that keen flash of total pleasure that always made her half crazy. She was going to come if this dog didn't leave her alone. It was horrible! It was like a nightmare to be licked and not be able to make him stop.
With a whimper of helplessness, Carrie tried to roll to the side. Sam growled threateningly and she felt his teeth again, this time on her cunt. Carrie hadn't expected the sensations to be so strong. But as Sam's hot fangs actually sunk into the slippery, hot meat of her swollen pussy, she began to jerk uncontrollably. She babbled and fell back, her breasts heaving, her ass plunging. "Whhhhhaaaahh!"
The big dog was licking her wildly now. He seemed to sense what was happening to her and as her musky juices poured out he slurped them up. There was no doubt that he was crazy about her scent and taste. Every few seconds, Carrie felt his teeth nip her thigh or lightly pinch one plump lip. He was ravishing her poor little virgin pussy! He was eating her alive!
"Ghhhaaaahhhhh!"
Again Carrie's fingers slipped over her tits. She tried to stay calm but her effort only made the hot thrills hotter. She pinched her nipples and let her palms slide down her belly. She touched the curls of her mound and then felt the furry muzzle of the big dog that was eating her out.
To feel him moving against her added thrill upon thrill. It wasn't that she could do anything about it. She pumped her slim hips up and down as the dog's tongue went deeper. She felt it curl around her clit again and then swath the tender place with hot spit.
"Oh, ohh, ohhhhhhh!"
She let out a weak cry that built to a shrill pitch and was choked off as the first spasm of ecstasy cut through her like a knife. The dog was licking her fingertips too as he continued to bath her overheated cunt with his saliva. The blood-swollen tissues throbbed as wave after wave of pleasure spread.
Carrie bucked violently on the mattress. It was as if Sam knew that her thrashing around wasn't an attempt to escape. He knew that he'd caused what was happening. At least that's how Carrie saw it. Because by now she wasn't thinking of the dog or of what he'd done or anything. She was coming, and coming without thought. It was a frenzied fit of total exhilaration! It was a ride on a high, hot dream! Her flesh seemed to crawl and tingle, her nipples aching for a mouth around them. She babbled and drooled and writhed in wild, muscletwitching joy.
"Stop ... don't ... don't stop!" She let out a breath as she realized that her last words had been closer to the truth. Because when a girl started coming, it didn't matter how it had been brought on. The most important thing was to keep coming. She plunged and moaned and came until bright stars sparkled against her closed lids and she panted with screams of pleasure as the dog lapped her cunt into an inferno of savage lust.
"Ohh, ohhhhh, don't do it anymore, Sam! Ohhh, it hurts now!" Squirming, clasping her thighs, Carrie was able to roll onto her stomach. but Sam continued to lick her, licking her ass now, trying to wet her taut, tingling rectum. She felt him bite gently on one plump cheek. It felt shamefully good. Carrie blinked and tried to get her breath.
"You bastard," she muttered, clenching a fist. "You, dirty, bastard of a dog!"
The buzzer ringing seemed to go through her mind like a hive of bees. Sam heard it too and put his head up. Then he jumped off the bed and padded out of the bedroom. Weakly, Carrie pushed herself up on elbows and stared down at the ravished mess between her thighs. She still tingled down there and when she touched the tip of a finger to the red bead of her clit she flinched.
"Oh, what did he do to me?" The buzzer sounded again, more urgently. Carrie swung her long legs off the bed and limped into the other room.
"It's me, Justin. I couldn't find Linda."
"Okay, okay," Carrie said, pushing the button to let him in. Then she hurried to gather her panties and robe and closed herself in the bathroom.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh, I think you'll have a great time," Linda said. She was brushing her red hair, watching Carrie in the mirror. Carrie adjusted the belt of her dress and turned slowly to examine herself. Linda had introduced her to a guy, a friend of Justin's and the boy had asked Carrie out. They were taking in a disco, and Carrie was more than a little nervous.
"Think my dress is okay?"
"You look scrumptious."
"You really think so?"
"Sure. Bobby'll take one look at you, and want to eat you up."
These words made Carrie tremble and she closed her eyes as she remembered what had happened just two days before. She still couldn't get it out of her mind. When trying to get to sleep at night she could remember how that dog's tongue had felt. The way his teeth had felt. She hadn't touched herself since the incident. She'd been too ashamed. It was as if her masturbation had started the whole thing. So now the thought of finger-fucking made her feel guilty and naughty inside. That didn't make her want to do it any less though. And since she'd tried to keep sex out of her mind, she found herself growing more irritable with each passing day.
"Are you okay?" Linda asked. "Sure, why?"
"You looked a little flushed just then." Linda winked and laughed. "It wasn't because I mentioned that Bobby might want to eat...."
"Shutup, willya?"
"Okay, okay," Linda said, pouting with mock sadness. "You certainly are the touchy one tonight."
For a minute, Carrie wanted to tell her roommate what had happened. She felt a need to get it off her chest, to unload the guilt that had plagued her since Justin's big dog had forced her to admit to the wet loving he'd given her. But Carrie was afraid tht Linda wouldn't understand. Or maybe she'd think that Carrie had started the whole thing. It was a disgusting thing in the first place. Carrie didn't think she could bear to tell a single soul. Not ever! Yet, as she remembered Sam's hungry tongue on her cunt, a thrill went through her.
"You're blushing again," Linda teased. "What have you been doing behind my back, little roommate? Here I bring you to the big city to stay with me, and you're already planning some wild times."
"I'm just going on a date, for god's sake," Carrie snapped. She let out a breath. "Oh, I'm sorry Linda, I guess I'm on edge."
"Hey, it's okay. You probably will have your work cut out tonight. Keeping Bobby's hands out of your panties." Linda sighed. "Justin felt me up on the bus the other day. We had a back seat and nobody could tell what he was doing. Oh, boy, it was yummy. Then he made me feel him up and it got pretty cummy." She giggled, enjoying her little rhyme. Carrie just got redder in the face.
When her date arrived, she just hurried downstairs to meet him there. They went to his car and Bobby started right in telling her how sweet she looked. At the first red light he pulled her over against him. Carrie felt her body respond. For the first time in a week she began to feel normal again. She could forget all about that damned dog now. She was just a young girl on a date with a young man. She was eighteen, long-legged and pretty. There was nothing wrong with her. She had no twisted appetites or unspeakable lusts.
Before they got out of the car at the disco Bobby kissed her. She let him kiss her again. And again. His lips felt warm and nice. His hands explored her body through her dress. She stopped him when he tried to slide a hand under the hem.
"Why don't we go inside and dance," she suggested, a merry smile on her lips.
"Sure." Bobby grinned back.
The club was jumping when they entered. Some kids were smashed out on pills, their eyes glazed as they spun around to the thumping beat of the music. Bobby got them something to drink and then they were out on the floor too. The swirling, pulsing rhythms got to Carrie quickly. She could almost feel the vibrations going into her cunt. Bobby spun her and touched her until they were both exhausted. In a crowded side room, he backed her into a phone booth and began to feel her up good.
"No, not now!"
"You smell good, all sweaty and hot," Bobby whispered. He pressed his lips against her ear and his hand slipped under her dress. As his finger pressed wet nylon into her slit, Carrie sagged against him. Yes, it did feel good. She knew that she shouldn't let a guy be so intimate on a first date, but after what that dog had done to her, she was trying to prove to herself that she was normal.
"Uhhhh," she sighed, feeling his lips touching her cheek. They kissed and Bobby's finger slipped under her pantycrotch. She tucked her hips back, biting his lower Up as a warning.
"Be careful, I'm fragile."
"You mean...." His eyes asked the unaskable question. Carrie blushed and nodded. "Wow," Bobby whispered. "Oh, wow!"
"Let's go dance some more." Carrie wiggled away from him and pulled him towards the swirling mass of people. She was wishing she hadn't said anything about her virginity because now Bobby was looking at her like she was Egyptian princess or something. He was watching the movements of her hips, the way her breasts quivered under her dress.
"Let's get out of here," he breathed against her ear when the dance was over.
No sooner than they were in his car than Bobby started coming on. He blew into her ear and slipped his hand up her thigh. It felt nice, but Carrie was uncomfortable making out in that parking lot.
Bobby drove out to a lonely place overlooking the lights of town. Carrie cold see the way his pants were all pushed out in front. She could imagine how that swollen cock must look, almost imagine. But when she closed her eyes, she flashed back on what that dog had done to her in her own bedroom. She began to tremble as she recalled how this tongue had felt. So hot, so wet, so hungry. Her poor little cunt hadn't had a chance!
"What are you thinking about?" Bobby asked, kissing her face. "You looked like you were in another world."
"I was," Carrie said, deciding that to appear a little mysterious wouldn't hurt.
"Hey, Carrie, I'd like to kiss you all over your body."
To hear Bobby say that caused throbs of pleasure to go through her. Carrie pretended to be a little shocked but actually she was wondering if a girl should let a guy do anything so daring on a first date. Of course, she shouldn't!
But Bobby was unbuttoning her blouse. She resisted enough to seem proper but now he had three buttons open and was peeling the material back to expose the cups of her bra.
"Noooo!"
Bobby kissed his Way around the edge of one bra cup and began to slide it down. Again Carrie struggled, but not too hard. Because she was dying for some stimulation. Since the dog incident she'd been starved for sex. She'd been too mixed up to decide how she should act after that. Bobby's mouth felt so good! But again she thought of that damned dog whenever she closed her eyes. Even when she didn't close them.
As Bobby exposed one round, soft swell, Carrie shuddered and gave a whimper. His hand was sliding under her dress at the same time and the combination of touches felt too good for her to really make a serious effort to stop him.
"Uhh, ohhhhh, god, please, don't, Bobby ... ohhh, don't."
His fingers were under her pantycrotch again, massaging the damp, slippery surfaces between her labia. At the same time he began to suck gently on her nipple. He teased the brown nubbin out from its areola and let Carrie feel his teeth. She writhed against him, her young body responding feverishly to the attention. Was it wrong, she wondered, to be giving so much to a guy on a first date? She couldn't think straight with his wet mouth at her titty.
"God, you've got a great body," Bobby panted. His finger was petting deeper into her hot slit. Her juices dripped freely now and the slightest movement against her date's rubbing sent shivers of pleasure through her.
Carrie slipped down on the seat. She was so weak from the thrills that her date was causing that she couldn't possibly sit up. But suddenly she knew he had his cock out of his pants. It throbbed in his fingers as he jerked her skirt up and looked hungrily at the twisted red nylon that stretched in a slick tangle across her swollen pubes.
"No!" she said emphatically. "You can't fuck me."
"God, Carrie, I'd give anything to slide into you! Oh, god, you don't know how bad I want...."
"Yes, I do. But you can't. I told you back at the disco that I was ... fragile." She said the word softly again, wanting to tease him, but not wanting to tease him too much. The erotic tension of the moment was incredibly thrilling! To see that guy with his cock in his hand, to see him looking at her hot little slit like he would crawl through glass to get to it. She'd never had anything like this happen to her back in Fernville.
Bobby pressed forward, hugging her, rubbing his hot, hard cock against her bare thigh. The sensation was electric. Carrie blinked and trembled as she felt that damp flesh clinging to her leg. It throbbed powerfully and the head seemed to bulge with every beat of her date's heart. She knew almost nothing about male cocks and now one was shoved tight against her thigh! But when Bobby inched it up towards her crotch, she tensed and pushed him away.
"No! No, don't!" She pulled his head down to her breasts, squirming upwards so that her firm, young tit poked at his mouth. With a moan, Bobby sucked it between his teeth again and nursed hungrily at the tender flesh. She writhed, gasping, whimpering with pleasure. Again she was thinking of that big red dog that had sunk his fangs into her. She felt awful for imagining a dog while her date was kissing her, but the pleasure continued to swell through her body so she couldn't really do anything about the junk that popped into her head.
When Bobby pulled his lips free of her breast, Carrie pushed his face a little lower. She did it in the gentlest way, only hinting that she wanted his kisses farther down. Bobby kissed her belly, licking deep into her navel, licking until she bucked around on the car seat. Her white dress was flopped up to expose her thighs and panties and he kissed a little lower, her fingers at the sides of his face to urge him there.
It was obvious that Bobby's experience with kissing a girl on the cunt was limited. His first caress was through her pantycrotch and it was the lighest of kisses. Like a little peck at something he wasn't too sure of. Carrie could smell her hot scent and she knew there had to be a little piss-musk too. Bobby sniffed at her slit like he hadn't ever seen one before.
"Ohhh, Bobby," she panted, rocking her slim hips, letting the twist of red nylon sink into the dainty pink meat. "Uhhhhh!"
Carrie's fingers tugged gently in the tangle of her date's hair as she tried to urge his mouth down against her cunt. He kissed her again, but it was a shy kiss. Carrie lifted her ass up from the car seat. She was trembling with tension. The image of that dog lapping at her overheated pussy came back to her more vividly than ever. Oh, why couldn't she forget about that damned dog?
"Haven't you ever kissed a girl before?" she moaned, a little peeved that he wouldn't do what she wanted.
"I've never even made it with a girl," Bobby admitted, his face going dark. This admission made Carrie feel a little bad about what she'd said. But her body was smoldering and she needed some kind of affection quick!
"Ohhh, please, kiss me there," she begged, plunging more excitedly than ever. "Please, Bobby, please!"
This time he pressed his lips harder against her cunt. The band of her crotchband of her panties was clear out of sight between her plump labia but at least she could feel Bobby's kiss. He brushed his lips against her slippery, hot folds, let them slide over her clit. But he didn't seem to know what that little nubbin could do. She tried to press it against his caress, tried to moan when he was near it.
"Uhh, uhhhh, ohhhh, Bobby, do it there!"
"Where?"
"That little bump ... can't you f-f-feel it?"
"Right here?" His tongue flicked out. A jolt of pure pleasure made Carrie strangle on a cry. "Yhheesss!"
"What is it?"
"It's my clit, you idiot." Bobby really was a lot dumber than he pretended. As his tongue petted her feverish lump, Carrie was thinking of that dog again. His big, hungry, slurpy mouth. Sam hadn't hesitated when he'd gone for her. He seemed to have liked her smell. He'd liked the mushy, soft heat of her cunt and his tongue had gone so deep.
Carrie dug her nails harder into the sides of Bobby's head, pulling him against her. He was licking her better now, but not nearly as much as she needed. Her little pussy was hot and swollen and she couldn't help but reach down and dig her crotchband out of her crevice and stretch it to one side so Bobby could really lick down into her.
When his tongue bumped over her cherry, she whimpered again. He'd made such a big thing about her being a virgin and she'd come to find out that he was one too. But all that was okay if he'd just kiss her! Eat her! Like that dog had done! She thought she would die if he didn't do it harder!
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, god, I'm going nuts!"
"Let me fuck you, Carrie! Please, let me fuck you."
"No!"
"God, Carrie, I want to stick it in you so bad...." He pushed up over her body, catching her hands as she tried to shove him away. That hot spike of cock meat touched her thigh again and Bobby pumped it up towards her dripping pussy. The crotchband of her panties tangled around his tip as he pushed to get it against her. She heard the slurpy slide of his glans as her slit opened to spread its butter across his feverish erection. He pumped again and she shuddered with excitement and fear. She got one hand free and clutched frantically at him. Her fingers curled around his shaft just behind the head.
Bobby kept pumping, moaning, hugging her. His thrust made his knob rub up and down her vulva, made it rub her clit and cherry. But with her trembling fingers tight around it, she knew she could keep him from forcing it through the delicate membrane that made her a virgin.
"God ... ohhh, god, let me get it in!"
"No!" Carrie let Bobby kiss her, let him push his tongue between her teeth. But she kept her finger tightly clasped behind the head of his prick. He rubbed it harder against her. Her sweet, slick cunt sucked at the shape as it slid up and down. Bobby was moaning, shuddering. He was acting like he was going to have a fit.
"I'm not going to let you do it, Bobby so you might as well forget...."
The sudden spurt of something hot against her body made Carrie jerk. Another spurt came and then another. For a moment she had no idea what was happening. She hadn't known what happened when a male climaxed. But now she knew that it was happening! That's what that slick, stringy stuff clinging between her fingers was. She felt it jetting hard into the heat of her slit. Panic filled her. If even one tiny droplet worked its way into her cunt she'd be in bad trouble.
"Ohhhh, Bobby, stop, don't do it! Stop!"
She should have known that he couldn't stop. He was whimpering like a wet puppy now, his hips plunging as the thick cream continued to flow. God, it was so hot! And there seemed to be so much of it.
Growling with passion, Bobby licked her exposed breasts, hugged her slim body as he ground his feverish glans as deep as he could between the dainty lips of her pussy. Carrie felt all slimy down there now. She was covered with the pungent stuff that had spurted so suddenly from Bobby's penis. And finally when he stopped writhing around, she slipped out from under him and sat on the edge of the car seat looking down at her raw, open slit. The droplets of white glistened in the light from the radio. Her cunthair was sticky with the stuff. And along her opening she could see the glaze of white cum.
"Oh, look what you did!" she hissed. "Oh, how could you?"
"I guess I kinda got carried away."
"I guess you did. I hope you have a handkerchief."
Gingerly, Carrie dabbed at herself. She was in a terribly nervous state by now. After all the teasing and erotic messing around she felt as if she hovered on the edge of a high cliff. She was irritated and trembling. She hadn't come, hadn't really been close. But this idiot who acted like such a ladies' man had sure shot his gism. If only he would've licked her more instead of trying to fuck her. She felt like screaming!
"I think I'd like to go home."
"But, Carrie...."
"Would you please take me home?"
* * *
Carrie let herself into the apartment building with her key and climbed the stairs slowly. She was a little dejected after the disastrous evening with Bobby. Coming from a small town, she'd had such high hopes for the excitement of the city. But so far city boys weren't much different than their country cousins. They didn't know their asses from the proverbial hole in the ground.
It wasn't that she wanted somebody with years of experience or anything. Carie just wanted to be a normal girl and have fun. She sighed, realizing she wasn't really sure what she wanted. But she'd wanted Bobby to lick her cunt, she was positive of that. But she hadn't wanted him fucking her. Maybe part of the fault was with her. Maybe she hadn't been understanding enough.
"Oh hell," she gasped, fitting her key into the door of her apartment. No sooner was she inside than she knew she'd come back earlier than Linda and Justin expected. She could hear moans from the bedroom. The kind of moans that people made when they thought they were alone.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," Justin sighed.
"Mmmmmm," cooed Linda.
Carrie was frozen in the middle of the front room. She knew she should really make a noise to let them know she was home. Then they'd shut the bedroom door and go about whatever it was they were going about. Yes, that was the polite thing to do. Carrie didn't do it though. She tiptoed forward, slipping her shoes off so that she could slide down the hall without being heard. She peeked in the bedroom.
Justin was on his back in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide so that Linda could sit between them. Linda was bent over his big cock, her fingers sliding the foreskin up and down in a teasingly erotic way. But it was what she was doing with her mouth that made the juice gush into Carrie's pussy.
Linda pushed her red hair back from where it draped down over her face. Now Carrie could see her lips better. She could see how they were curved tightly around the swollen tip of Justin's penis. His glans was a dark purple and it glistened with a patina of spit. There was a smacking sound as Linda popped her lips free and jacked him a few times. Justin squirmed on the bed, his face tense with excitement.
"Baby, you could bring me off in a second...."
"Maybe you need more torture!"
Carrie remembered she had to breathe if she was going to stand there peeking into the bedroom. And she'd just taken another lungful of air when she saw a blurred shape move across the room. As Sam bounded onto the bed, Linda giggled and said something to Justin. He pushed himself up to watch his big dog. There seemed to be a private joke concerning the animal, for as Carrie kept watching, she saw that neither Linda nor Justin seemed bothered by the state of Sam's cock.
"He wants in on the fun," Linda laughed, tossing her red hair back.
"Can you blame him? You're such a fine piece of ass."
"Oh, Justin, you say the sweetest things."
"Let him lick you."
"You want to watch?"
"Sure."
Carrie could hardly believe her ears. And she could hardly believe how big Sam's cock was getting. It was raw and red looking and obviously slick with juice. It was still gliding out of its furry sheath and the tip expanded as it grained length. That cocktip was the most amazing thing Carrie had ever seen! Like a red barb of hot meat! She could imagine that fitting into some poor bitch and getting caught there. Then she was imagining it going into a female human and a whimper of lust escaped her throat.
There was no danger of her being heard. Justin and Linda were changing positions on the bed and the big red dog now hovered over Linda's cunt as Justin propped her ass up on pillows. Sam slurped hungrily at the exposed, tender parts. Another hot thrill made Carrie moan. She remembered two that had felt the time Sam had done it to her. She was still ashamed of the memory and guilty for letting herself relive it. But there it was, happening to her roommate. And Linda wasn't ashamed to display her enjoyment.
"Ohh, ohhhh, shit! Ohhh, he knows how to do it good!"
Justin slowly jacked his cock as he watched his girlfriend being devoured by his dog. The animal twisted his head this way and that, his black muzzle poking the feverish slickness as Linda pumped her hips rhythmically.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, ohhhh, yeah ... yeah!"
"You know what would really turn me on?" Justin asked.
"What?"
"Why don't we see if Sam here will fuck you."
"What did you say?" Linda laughed, but her laugh was pretty thin and so was the smile she gave Justin.
"Haven't you ever thought about it? At least once or twice in your life?"
Linda bit her lip. "Thought of it more than that. But that doesn't mean I want to do it."
"Aw, I'll bet he could really haul your ashes."
"God, Justin, dogs aren't made to fuck humans. His cock probably wouldn't work right inside me and...."
"You're just trying to get out of it."
Linda looked uncomfortable. She'd pushed Sam back from her cunt and was sitting crosslegged in the middle of the bed. The big dog lapped excitedly at his own penis. The red shaft bobbed heavily as Linda and Justin watched.
"You might really dig it."
"Yeah," Linda sighed, "I might." She grinned mischievously. "What if I liked him better than I do you."
"Guess that's a chance I'll have to take."
"I don't know Justin, I just feel funny. I thought the only place girls fucked animals was down in Mexico."
"Look at poor Sam," Justin pointed. "He's really hurting for a good piece of ass."
"You don't think he'd hurt me, do you?" Linda rubbed a finger idly between the red-haired lips of her cunt.
"I'm right here to keep control of things," Justin assured her. "Well?"
"Maybe if you kinda hold him back so he doesn't shove it in me too hard."
"Sure, come on."
Carrie felt dizzy after hearing all this. But she knew she wasn't dreaming. She was standing there in the hall watching her roommate get up on all fours in the middle of the bed. She was going to be a witness to something so taboo, so wicked that no one ever mentioned the subject. At least normal people didn't. But the excitement that rippled through her was real too. Was something wrong with her mind, Carrie wondered. Could she stand here and observe something so wicked if she wasn't a little twisted herself? These thoughts bothered her for only a moment. Because now Linda was breathing rapidly, her knees and hands spread apart for support as Justin coaxed Sam behind her.
The big dog sniffed her pussy and started licking it again.
"Ohhh, wow! It feels even better with him doing it from behind."
"God, his cock is really huge!" Justin commented.
Sam lapped hungrily at the heavy hang of her pubes. Carrie could see the swollen, red meat that bobbed under the dog's belly. And she could see the plush cushion of her roommate's cunt. It looked inviting for a dog with a hard dick. And Sam certainly had a hard, long one. He growled and rubbed his black nose deep between Linda's cuntlips.
"Uhhhh," she groaned, thrusting her hips up and down.
"Up, boy, up!" Justin patted Linda's bottom. Sam tilted his head like he wasn't quite sure what was expected of him. Justin pushed Sam out of the way and pretended he was a dog on all fours.
"Like this, Sam, see?" Justin mounted Linda and thrust his hips forward.
In the hallway, Carrie clutched the crotch of her panties and breathed hard. She saw the head of Justin's cock push the plump, wet surfaces apart and slide deeper. Linda gasped at the glans of her boyfriend's cock edged her hole. There was a slurpy sound as Justin withdrew it a half an inch and then lunged forward. The sound of Linda's hot cunt being penetrated by half the length of Justin's big penis made Carrie squirt a little pee into her panties. She'd never been so excited in her life. And after the frustrating, embarrassing events of her night out, this spectacle was much more erotic, much more tantalizing to watch.
"Ohhh, honey, ohhhh god!"
Justin had his cock almost to the hilt and Carrie watched the heavy swing of his balls against Linda's ass. Then he eased himself free of her clasping, slurping pussy. His penis was shiny with juice and the head looked more swollen than ever. Justin swung himself to the side and looked at Sam.
"Go do it, boy, fuck her good!"
Sam put a paw up and then moved forward. His cock bulged with blood. A droplet of juice leaked from the very tip end. Carrie thought she was going to collapse. She'd never imagined that a dog would look like that. His cock brushed Linda's ass and she gasped with surprise.
"He's so hot and juicy!"
"It should go right in," Justin said. "If he knows where your hole is."
"Oh, wow, that is kind of nice. In a weird way." Linda hung her head between her arms and panted. The dog tried to thrust his cock at her pussy but it slipped up along her mound, missing her cunt.
"Help him," Justin said.
"I ... I'll try."
Carrie watched her roommate reach back between her parted thighs. She touched the red spear of Sam's cock tentatively at first, then held him firmly between thumb and two fingers. The smears of the dog's juice were bright on Linda's skin. Carrie felt faint. She was stroking her poor little cunt with three fingers, rubbing her clit as the juice leaked down her legs.
Now Linda had pushed the throbbing cock back and was sliding it up her crevice as she arched her back sharply and shoved her plump pussy out. There was a soft sound of something firm going into something squishy. Suddenly Sam was yipping, his tongue sloping wetly across Linda's back.
"There ... he's in a little! At least the tip of ... ohh, ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, shit!"
Justin held the frantic animal's haunches with both hands as he plunged and thrust. It was plain to Carrie that dogs went about sex in a different way. Sam had gone half nuts when the tip of his prick had slipped into Linda's heat. That smooth, tight squeeze of slippery flesh had turned him into a maniac! And though Carrie told herself that the whole thing was disgusting, she continued to watch, continuted to pet her swollen pubes.
But Justin was letting the dog thrust deeper. He let his hips move freely but held him back just enough so that he wouldn't knock Linda over. And the look on Linda's face made Carrie realize that she wasn't scared anymore. She was enjoying it! She was enjoying getting fucked by a dog!
"Muhhh, ohhhh Justin, he's really going at me! God, he can do it so fast! You can't believe how fast he moves!"
It was true. Carrie watched the flurry of Sam's haunches as he pumped into Linda's soft insides. His cock came clear out of her sometimes and stabbed to the hilt again. He pumped furiously, the bump, bump of his balls against the front part of Linda's mound setting the rhythm.
Justin had one hand on his cock now, working the foreskin up and down. He had let go of the dog, let him have Linda any way he wanted. And as the animal continued to frolic against her back and ass, his tongue lolled wetly at the nape of her neck. His paws clutched at her sides. His belly rubbed her ass. And all the while that bright red prick slurped in and out, in and out, in and out.
"Yahhhhh," Linda groaned, moving her hips in frenzied circles. "Nhhuuuhhhh!"
Carrie could see the shock of the dog's thrusts.
Linda's big tits quivered every time Sam lunged forward. Her ass cheeks quivered too. Even her belly shuddered from the rhythmic loving. And the sound of her pussy clasping that red spear made Carrie want to slide her middle finger up into the tear in her cherry. She found the spot and eased the finger deep. Now it was her turn to groan a little. But Linda topped her.
"Ohhh, good, ohhhhh, god, it's good!" Linda licked her lips. "Ohhh, Justin, he's gonna do it ... he's gonna make me come! Ohhhh, Christ, I can't believe it!"
"Yeah, baby, he's fucking the shit out of you!"
"Uhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh, here I go!"
A shuddering, piercing shriek filled the air as the powerful throes of ecstasy went through Linda's plush body. She twisted her hips violently, bucking and pawing at the bed as Sam continued to ravish her, his prick gouging as deep as he could get it. Carrie saw a shudder go through the animal's body too and then he sank his teeth into one of Linda's shoulders.
Holding her like that, he fucked her with more power that he'd displayed so far. He crashed his body against her ass, driving his prick as far as he could possibly reach. And then with his muscles twitching, he gave a yelp and Carrie saw his big black balls pull up tightly against the underside of his shaft. With a groan of lust she fingerfucked her own little cunt a little faster. Because she knew that dog was coming. He was spurting Linda full of hot dog cum.
The suck and smack of their fucking grew louder. Carrie's eyes bugged out as she watched Linda drooling, watched her eyes glaze over as hot lust pounded through her. That she was experiencing something thrilling was easy to see. And her cunt was tightening around that hot, hard bone of the dog. Suddenly a stream of stringy cum poured from her pussy. The slurpy fucking went on as the dog continued to unload his steamy sap into the pretty redhead's body.
Was it happening? Was it really happening? Carrie pushed her middle finger deeper into her torn hymen and let her thumb slide over her clit. Yes, it was! Linda had just been fucked by a dog. The same dog that had licked Carrie's pussy into a state of total ecstasy just a few days before.
Carrie saw the white cream leaping from Justin's penis next and realized that he'd brought himself off while watching his girl do it with a dog. Moaning with passion, Carrie limped away to the bathroom. She couldn't take anymore. She closed the door behind her, sat on the toilet and with urgent, thrusting movements brought her cunt to a shimmering, breathtaking climax, her finger glossy with juice.
CHAPTER THREE
For the next few days, Carrie was pretty spaced out. She felt uncomfortable around Linda, though she'd known her for some time. What made her feel strange was the knowledge that her roommate had actually been fucked by a dog! Hardly an hour went by when Carrie didn't think of that incredible scene with Linda on her hands and knees, red hair flying while Justin's big dog humped her from behind. The thought of that raw-looking prick all red and glossy, the thought of it penetrating the velvety flesh between Linda's thighs and sinking to the hilt in her writhing body made Carrie feel weak.
At her office job, Carrie would have to leave her desk before the mid-morning coffee break and lock herself inside a stall in the women's restroom. She tried hard to resist the urge to excite herself but by the time she'd pulled down her panties and looked into her poor little cunt, she knew it was too late.
She upped her rate of masturbation from two to three times a day. Upon arriving at the apartment, she'd quickly shed her clothes, rub her pussy with baby oil and spend an hour teasing herself, bringing herself to a slow, heart-pounding boil. Then after she'd tortured her trembling body enough, she'd plunge her finger in and out of that tiny tear in her hymen until she groaned with that final pleasure and collapsed in a limp, dazed state. An hour later she would drag herself to a hot bath, eat supper with Linda and while they watched a late night TV show, excite herself again.
It was during one of these moments when Linda discovered what she was doing.
"You don't have to be so secretive," Linda grinned. "I know what you're doing under your robe."
"I ... I had an itch," Carrie stammered.
"Yeah, the same kind of itch I get every day." Linda pushed red hair back from her eyes and lifted one eyebrow. "I thought maybe you would have gotten Bobby to scratch it by now."
"I'm not interested in Bobby."
"Seems like the kind of guy who'd be nice in bed."
"Linda, I'm not interested in sacking out with every guy I meet."
"You mean you'd rather stay home and play finger games under your nightie?" Linda giggled at her own line.
"I read where masturbation is noting to be ashamed of," Carrie replied, trying to convince herself as much as Linda that if she read it, it must be true.
"Oh, sure, I'm not saying I don't do it myself." The pretty redhead gave a little shrug. "Fact is I fingerfuck at least once a day. But I've been noticing that you do it a lot more than that."
"So?"
"So, you must be pretty horny. And Bobby asks about you every time I see him. Seems you won't return his calls."
"He's just like all the other guys I've been out with. He just wants to stick it in me and rub it around until...." Carrie swallowed hard, just thinking about the details of sex. But the details she was thinking of had nothing to do with Bobby. She was thinking about Sam, Justin's dog.
"Listen," Linda started again, "if a guy won't use a rubber I'll buy them myself. A girl has to take care of herself. Bobby probably thinks you're on the pill or something.
"On the pill? I haven't ever even done it with a boy, Linda. And I'm not really so sure I want to either."
"I wasn't sure whether you'd lost your cherry with Bobby or not." Linda seemed amused but interested in Carrie's problem. Carrie just felt very embarrassed. But her mind was swirling with questions and now that the subject was broached, she tried to get the nerve to ask her roommate a few things.
"Linda? When a guy ... I mean, when it goes in...." She blushed and took a deep breath and started all over again. "Does it hurt? When a girl does it for the first time?"
"Oh, sure, a little bit. Stings mostly." Linda sighed as if she were remembering her first time. "It wasn't Justin who broke mine, but don't tell Justin that. I pretended he was my first fuck and even scratched my finger on something sharp to make him believe it."
"You mean you made yourself bleed so he'd think...."
"I wouldn't have bothered but Justin was making a big deal out of it. And I've got such a tight hole, he thought he was breaking through for the first time." Linda smiled mischievously. "Why not let the poor nut enjoy his fantasy, right?"
Carrie was trembling with excitement. "What does it feel like? I mean when a cock goes all the way inside? Is it like when I push my finger...."
"I thought you were a virgin."
"I am, but I tore a little hole in my cherry once and now I can get my finger in."
"Oh," Linda laughed, "just a semi-virgin."
"God, you make me feel so dumb."
"Relax, you don't have to know anything special to enjoy fucking. But you wanted to know how it felt going in?" Linda ran her fingers up her leg, pushing aside her nightgown. "It feels scrumptious. I couldn't tell you how it feels."
Carrie let her imagination run free again. But instead of seeing Justin sticking his cock into Linda's hot cunt, she saw that dog prick stabbing deep. As cool and frank as Linda was, Carrie knew that she'd never tell anybody about that!
The downstairs buzzer sounded about then and Linda went to see who it was. A few moments later, Justin came into the room, his big red dog close behind.
"Hey, Linda, there's an all night Bogart program down at the Ritz. Throw on some threads and we'll catch a few of them."
"I don't want to stay up all night watching old Bogart movies."
"Aw, we could catch the first two and I'd still have you home by twelve." He gave her a mock punch. "I know you working girls need your beauty sleep."
While Linda was getting some clothes on, Justin made polite conversation with Carrie. She couldn't keep her eyes off that dog. He seemed to be staring at her.
"You won't mjnd if I leave Sam here, will ya?" Justin asked.
"What? I wasn't listening...."
"I thought I'd leave Sam here while we're at the show. He'll just sleep in the corner so there won't be any problem."
"Oh, sure, no problem." A tingly feeling went over Carrie's flesh. When Linda and Justin went to the door, she followed behind. "You two have a good time."
Carrie got herself a glass of milk and on her way through the living room, flicked off the television. Sam watched her like a hawk. She felt her heart pounding, felt the sensations of sex hunger that seemed to flame constantly inside her the past months. She went to her bedroom and closed the door. Five minutes later Sam was scratching and whimpering. She went over and knelt her mouth close to the keyhole.
"Go to sleep, Sam. Go to sleep now."
For a few minutes there was silence but then Sam's claws skittered across the door again and he whined mournfully.
"Bad dog! Go lie down."
A half hour passed and she had heard nothing more from the big animal. But now she had to go to the bathroom. She knew it was silly to be afraid, but she was afraid. Just to be alone in the same house with that, that beast who'd slid his hot cock into her roommate's cunt made Carrie feel dizzy. Dizzy and sexy and all mixed up.
"Oh, this is stupid to try to get to sleep, when I really have to pee. I'm not going to let Justin's dog keep me prisoner in my own room."
Carrie swung her long legs out of bed, pushed her feet into her slippers and went to the door. She opened it cautiously and peered up and down the short hall. Not a sign of the dog anywhere. He was probably sleeping soundly in the living room, awaiting his master's return. But on her way to the bathroom, Carrie walked on tiptoes. Once inside she found she was trembling and her heart was leaping in her chest.
"Don't know what I should be afraid of. I don't think Sam even wanted to fuck Linda that night. They made him do it. Why would a dog be interested in a human anyway?" Carrie went on talking to herself. She peed. Her cunt was throbbing as usual and though she tried to keep sex out of her mind, she found herself reaching for the bottle of baby oil.
Turning out the bathroom light, she peeked down the hall again. All seemed quiet so she started for her room, the baby oil clutched tightly in her hand. Carrie heard the jingling of Sam's collar first. Then the heavy thump of his paws as he bounded around the corner and down the hall toward her. She knew she wouldn't make it to her bedroom so she screamed and turned back to the bathroom. She didn't make it there either.
The big dog hit her in the back with both paws and she went down on all fours, the baby oil spinning across the rug.
"Oh, god!" she cried, crawling forward. Heavy growls made her skin crawl and then she felt the dog's fangs sinking into the back of one thigh. It was like that first time he'd eaten her. That time she could hardly stand to even think about.
"No! Bad dog! Go away!"
But Sam smelled her now, smelled the moist and musky drip of her cunt. He pressed his muzzle up, pushing her gown into her crevice. Half turning, Carrie tried to inch towards the bathroom. Again, the animal's sharp teeth caught at her flesh. He had her by one calf now, pulling her back across the hall rug.
"No!"
Sam wasn't going to mind her now. He had the hot perfume of her young pussy in his nose and he wanted it. Carrie tried to lie down flat on her stomach but again Sam's fangs sunk into one plump cheek of her ass and he pulled her up onto all fours. She heard him ripping the back out of her nightie. He growled as he threw his head around, tearing the sheer nylon, exposing her white bottom and suntanned thighs. Carrie was breathing hard from fear ... and lust.
"Oh, you awful dog! What are you going to do to me?"
Sam growled again and she felt his tongue against her ass. He lapped her gently, his hot spit sending shudders across her back and through her tummy. Carrie started to crawl very slowly once more but a threatening growl from Sam stopped her. She just wasn't going to make it. He had no intention of letting his prize get away.
"What am I going to do?" she whimpered, trembling harder than ever as the dog's tongue searched up between the swells of her ass. He bathed her rectum with hot spit and then inched down to caress her cunt. It was swollen from playing with herself and every slurp made her grunt deep in her throat. She couldn't block out the pleasure that kept surging through her body. Sam's tongue was so damned hot! So soft! Her jucies flooded out to mingle with the dog's saliva and then drip down the inside of one thigh.
"Uhhhh, ohhhhhh, that feels so strange!"
Sam barked with excitement. He seemed to be remembering what had happened to him that night with Linda. And Carrie knew that he remembered her own scent too, remembered licking her to a quivering climax.
"Don't do it," she begged, trying to crawl again. Sam mounted her then, his heavy chest pressing down against her back, his hot belly rubbing her ass. He hugged her with his front legs as she sobbed with fear. She was sobbing because already she could feel the thrusting, hunching movements of the dog's haunches. His back humped up as he drove his cock against her thigh. He tried again, this time sliding the slippery thing up the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhh, stop! Ohhhhh, this is awful!"
The next thrust shoved his barb right up the drippy heat of her crevice. He nudged her clit with jerky, uncertain movements. Now Carrie was really scared. She could feel the stream-lined shape of his glans and realized that it was firm enough and hard enough to be shoved right through her poor little cherry. She was in danger of losing her virginity to a dog! Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to think of some way to escape.
"Sam, no! No!"
But the slide of his hot prick against her equally hot cunt seemed to send him into a panting, hunching fit. He got a good grip on the back of her neck, his fangs sinking in enough to hold her but not enough to hurt too much. Carrie knew though that if she tried to jerk free, the dog was capable of giving her a nasty bite. He was huge! He wasn't the least bit scared of her. And after being shown the rudiments of sex with a human female, Linda, he was out to try a little free-style on his own. Carrie had ended up as his chosen partner.
"Stop ... uhh, ohh, god, he's trying to stick it in me!"
Carrie tucked her cunt under, humping her back up high against the dog's belly. She was trying to protect her vulnerable little cunt, trying to make the angle wrong for that slick dog prick. But Sam realized what she was doing and got a tighter grip with his jaws. Hot saliva dripped down her neck as he let her feel just how hard he could bite if he wanted. She gave a whimper of surrender and stopped trying to pull her cunt away from him. Sam kept his jaws tight on her neck, but didn't squeeze so hard as to cause pain. Now his cocktip seemed to bulge as he pumped it closer to Carrie's virgin hole.
"Whhhaaahh," she gasped, knowing that the dog was figuring out how to fuck her. Even though she wasn't helping him like Linda had, Sam had found that hot, slick depression where her cherry hid the secret opening to her body.
Awful thoughts raced through her mind. It was a nightmare, a bad, bad dream. But it wasn't any dream either, it was the real thing! Something hot touched her hymen. It was the barb-shaped tip of Sam's dog cock. With a rumble in his throat, the animal clutched her sides tighter with his front paws and Carrie felt his fangs tighten slightly at her neck. He knew he had her. Now he wanted to make sure she didn't wiggle free until he could spear her body with his prick.
"Nhhhaaaahhh," she whined, knowing she had only seconds before her life as a virgin would be ended. Sam's hot breath beat against her neck. Then his back humped and he brought his haunches forward in a brutal movement. The force of the thrust made Carrie's tits quiver under her gown.
"Uhhhh," she moaned as the tearing pain brought fresh tears to her eyes. The dog stabbed again, again, again. The blows against her ass weakened her. The stinging pain came in jolts as the knobbed head of the dog's cock tore through the thin membrane that had guarded her cunt for eighteen years. Sam could feel her heat sliding down around him now and he was in a froth to get deeper.
"Mhhuuhhk," Carrie cried. "I'm bleeding...."
And there was no doubt that the hot stream that trickled down her thigh wasn't anything but her own blood. The dog didn't care of course. All he wanted to do was to get more of his throbbing penis into her pussy. And he was doing it! Inch by inch Carrie could feel the heat of his shaft sliding past her torn cherry. The muscles that formed the opening into her body started constricting rhythmically, squeezing the firmness of the animal's cock. Suddenly the stinging irritation turned to something else.
A shudder of pleasure made Carrie drool. No, she couldn't enjoy it! Not like Linda had. It was perverted and sick! Another thrill made her pull her tummy up under her ribcage. Her nipples throbbed. Her cunt seethed with juice and blood. Trembling, Carrie tried to keep it all out of her mind. She tried not to think of what was happening to her. But that was like trying to hold her breath under water. She just couldn't do it. Because as Sam squeezed her half-naked body and plunged his cock harder into her tight, virgin hole, the thrills spread. The pleasure grew more intense. Until there was a wondrous rubbing itchiness all through her cunt. The in-and-out fucking of the red, raw prick made it grow hotter with every passing second.
"Whhuuhhh, ohhhh, ohh, god!" Her long hair draped on each side of her face as she let her head drop a little. She had her arms braced against the humping, fucking force of the animal on her back. Her knees were spread too as blood and juice formed a small puddle in the rug nearby. And now for the first she heard the slurpy sound of Sam's cock going in and out of her hole. It was similar to the sound she'd heard when the dog had fucked Linda. Except that Linda hadn't been a virgin that time. The sound Carrie heard now was tighter. Yes, her insides were actually sucking at that hot, thick knob, pulling it deep as the dog stabbed at her.
She was getting awful juicy back there, even more juicy than before. The friction was doing it, the friction and the heat of that rigid shaft. She could feel the dog's glans gouging at her tender flesh, the flesh deep inside her body. He was only a little more than half-way in and already she couldn't even think straight. She was panting, moaning, starting to move her hips around.
"Ohhhh, god! Ohhhh, why is this happening to me?" But another part of her was glad it was happening. She pretended not to hear that other part of her. But it was there, like the throbbing pleasure from being speared with Sam's cock. Like the breathless, giddy sensation in her chest. Like the hard, hot surge of her nipples as the big animal shuddered, his prick rubbing more juice from her squishy, velvet flesh.
"Ghhhaaahh!"
Was it happening? Yes, it was happening alright. And like all things in life, the real thing was much more fantastic than just imagining. Carrie had been excited by the sight of her roommate getting dorked by a dog. Excited and disgusted. But now that the animal's slippery cock was sliding in and out of her own tight hole, the disgust was being forgotten. At least for now. Because the pleasure, the surging, turbulent pleasure wouldn't release her. She was swept up in it, her trim hips bobbing and dancing as the dog continued to stab her, fuck her, take her.
She couldn't feel herself bleeding so much now. And the juicy smack of the penetration was steady, the shock of the dog's thrusts steady too. She felt that tickle begin that would build until it became a raging storm of lust. At first Carrie tried to smother the excitement as it built. But already it was too late. The tickle had become a shivering hunger and the faster the dog fucked her, the more frenzied became her own movements. Her ass plunged and dipped and danced. She panted loudly without shame, her fingers digging into the nap of the rug.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhhh, I'm gonna come! Ohhhh, shit, he's gonna make me come!" Half crying, half sighing, Carrie bit her bottom lip and wondered if this would be the end of the world for her. After being fucked by a dog, could a girl slip any lower? But all that was just words now. She was being fucked and it didn't seem to matter who or why or anything. It was just the fuck! The incredible, mind-blowing fuck! She drooled again, her slurpy insides closing down around the big dog's cock.
"Yaahhhhhhh!" she groaned, the spasms bursting suddenly through the hot meat of her cunt. She quivered and humped her back, her ass rocking furiously from side to side. Sam kept biting her neck, kept fucking. But his glans was larger now. She could feel it rubbing the tender sides of her tube.
"Ohhh, it's getting too big!" And it was! The more her cunt constricted in the throes of pleasure, the harder and bigger that knob got. Until it wouldn't slide back and forth inside her anymore.
It was jammed, jammed tight against the mouth of her womb.
"Nhhhuuhhh, uhhhhh!" Carrie babbled, coming gloriously. And as she spasmed, she felt hot cream boil out inside her. So very, very deep inside her!
"God, god, god," she cried, ass squirming, cunt squeezing around that long, red cock. Weakening from the pleasure she felt, Carrie went down on her elbows. Now her ass was pushed high in the air and the dog kept thrusting against her elapsing hole. He was caught inside her, the knob of his prick swollen too thickly to be withdrawn. Carrie squealed again. The tugging at her cunt had started more tickling, and another hot burst of climaxing pleasure. She was coming twice! And if she came once more she knew her heart wouldn't be able to take it. No human could take that much ecstasy in such a short time.
But as the dog fell sideways and she fell with him, her cunt jerked for the third time and Carrie babbled half-words, and clawed with hands and feet at the rug as her pussy filled to overflowing with the sticky cream from Sam's balls.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she felt a hot tongue against her pussy, Carrie knew she'd passed out. She tried to move then but couldn't. She blinked and opened her eyes and then found she could move the fingers of one hand. The licking went on. Her cunt. Something, somebody was licking her cunt. She managed to move the fingers of her other hand. Then a toe. She blinked again and pulled in deep lungfuls of air. She was on her back. Floating in outer space? No, that was the ceiling, the hallway ceiling. The slurping of her young cunt continued. It didn't hurt. It felt rather good.
She sighed and tried to lift her head. She saw that her gown still covered her breasts but was pulled up above her belly. She focused on the movement farther down and saw reddish brown fur. A big head, the head of a dog.
"Sam...." she said weakly. The dog paused for a moment then went on licking. His tongue seemed to soothe her. Somehow Carrie pushed herself up on elbows and stared down over her tummy, down where the dog was licking her. Her legs were spread wide on the rug, her mound parted. Her cunthair was soaked, clinging together in dark curls. Sam went on lapping at her, cleaning her up. There wasn't a trace of cum on her anywhere it seemed. Just a tiny spot on the rug. She got more air into her lungs and sat up. Sam gave her face an affectionate slurp and she pushed him away. Only now was it all starting to sink in.
"You bastard," she mumbled. "You dirty bastard. You fucked me!" Instinctively, Carrie tightened the muscles of her vagina and then she felt the pain. "Ouch," she whimpered, putting her hand to her mound. Yes, it hurt. Hurt like a baseball bat had been inside her.
It took her a few more minutes to find the strength to rise. Her nightgown hung in shreds around her legs. She limped to the bathroom and managed to start a tub running. Sam padded after her, his eyes watching her every movement. When she looked in his direction his tail wagged happily.
"I guess you're happy. You got what you wanted." For an instant Carrie felt like she might bawl. But the emotion passed and she sighed instead and took her nightie off. She sat on the toilet seat with a mirror, waiting for the tub to fill. She could see the reflection of her ravished little cunt as she poked gingerly at the still-swollen tissue. Her cunt was a ragged, blood-clotted mess. But the dog had cleaned the rest of the smears from her thighs. She touched her cunt again and flinched. She wondered if she'd ever be able to play with herself again. Sam came closer, his tail wagging again. She clenched her fist as if to strike him but when he didn't show any fear, she petted his bony head instead.
"I don't know what to think of you," she murmured. ' 'Now get out of her, and let me pull myself together. The dog went obediently and Carrie closed the door and lowered herself into the tub.
* * *
Once in bed Carrie wondered if the bad part would start. But instead of ugly thoughts and gnawing guilt, she fell into a deep sleep. She was exhausted, too exhausted even to worry. She'd just managed to close the door to her bedroom and fall across the mattress. The next thing she knew, Linda was shaking her gently. "Hey, sleepy head, it's time to get up."
"Morning? It's morning?"
"Yeah, and us working girls are going to have to slave over hot typewriters as usual. Or were you thinking of taking the day off?"
"Ouch!" Carrie had swung her legs to the floor and felt the first sharp spasm to remind her of what had happened the night before.
"You look white," Linda commented, turning at the doorway.
"I ... I don't feel so good."
Carrie shuffled to the breakfast table, thankful that it was her roommate's turn to cook. Linda babbled on about the Bogart movies she'd seen and how Justin had wanted a stand-up fuck in a darkened doorway while they were on their way back to the apartment.
"Well, did you?" Carrie asked.
"Yeah. I couldn't very well refuse the crazy guy." Linda sighed. "I was almost gonna come too but I guess Justin just couldn't hold it any longer. Sure made a cummy mess of my panties. Had to walk home with that stuff slurping and dripping."
"Yeah, okay, do you mind if we don't talk about stuff like that right now?"
Linda gave her a funny look. "What's wrong? Getting tired of your finger every night?"
Carrie turned red. She felt like screaming and throwing something but she sat it out until her anger had faded. She and Linda didn't exchange another word until they got to the bus stop. And the rest of the day Carrie felt completely out of touch with everything. She kept imagining that people were watching her. She wondered if there was some small sign that indicated what she'd done the night before. Some small scar of guilt for having let a dog fuck her.
"I didn't let him. He just did it."
Her cunt was sore, too sore to let her forget for one single second. She hung on until lunch and made it to a singles' bar, the very same one Bobby had taken her to a few nights before. While waiting for her food Carrie had a glass of wine. And another one. Finally she ordered a carafe and started to get good and sloshed. It helped her feel better somehow. But she knew she was getting steadily more blotto all the time. She didn't even see Justin and Linda come up to her table.
"She's not going to make it back to work this afternoon," was Linda's comment. "You'd have to pour her into her typewriter:" Justin laughed. Carrie looked up with a boozy smile.
"Hi."
"Well, I can't mess with her," Linda said. "Do you think you could take her home, Justin?"
"Sure. Come on, Carrie."
"I haven't finished my wine," she slurred.
"Come on, anyway." Strong hands went under her arms and she was almost carried from the crowded bar. Linda was dropped off at the office, promising to make some sort of excuse to Carrie's boss. Carrie started giggling as Justin headed towards the apartment.
"You really hung one on," he commented. "Something bothering you?"
"Course not." The car went around a corner and Carrie slumped against Justin's shoulder. The hot rush of excitement she felt surprised her and when Justin glanced at her she sensed that the brief contact had affected him too. She tried to sit up straight for the rest of the trip. But by the time they got to the apartment, Carrie was almost passed out again.
"Here, let me get my arm around you," Justin said. It felt nice to be lifted like that. Justin's warm, strong embrace made Carrie feel good. Justin seemed to be enjoying the closeness too. Once inside the apartment he put her down and went to put on some coffee. Carrie found a bottle of wine and started slugging from the bottle before he could get to her.
"Hey, you've had enough of that."
"Gimmee some more."
In the resulting tussle, Carrie brushed a hand across the front of Justin's slacks. She drew in a breath of excited surprise when she felt the firm shape of his cock under his clothes. Firm and very hard! Justin had an erection.
"I think I better put you to bed."
"I don't want to go to bed!" Carrie started for the bathroom. "I want to take a bath."
"Hey, come on damnit. You could drown because of the shape you're in."
"I don't care." Carrie was flinging off her clothes as she went down the hall. She was really drunk! She had to bump the walls to keep lined up with the bathroom. But she made it, undoing her bra as she teetered by the bathtub. Justin came behind, picking up her clothes. He stopped short in the doorway of the bathroom when he saw she'd let her bra drop and was hooking thumbs in the elastic waistband of her skimpy panties. Carrie was simply too drunk to feel any modesty. She started the bathtub filling.
"Aren't ya gonna help?" she snapped, wobbling dangerously in the direction of the toilet. Her panties had tangled around her knees and she couldn't seem to get them down any farther. Justin rescued her and as she sagged against his strong body, she could feel his rapid breathing.
"If Linda knew I was here with you like this, I'd catch hell."
"Mmmmmm," Carrie cooed. "You could tell her I was drunk."
"But, I'm not." Justin was eyeing the slender lines of her body, the sparse brown curls that fringed her cunt. And he seemed to dig her tits too. Carrie began to feel normal again. A girl who was attractive to boys, not dogs. God, she was drunk!
And Justin's erection was throbbing against her naked hip. Did he really like her that much?
"Whoops!" she giggled, almost falling into the warm water. She laughed and splashed and started to soap her shoulders while Justin watched. It was weird how the booze could make her feel so bold. She wasn't the least bit shy that Justin was looking at her.
"If you're so interested in me taking a bath," she teased, "why don't you come on in. The water's great." She went off into a tirade of giggles again. Justin didn't smile. "You look so serious," she said, giving him a mock frown. Her long hair kept spilling into the water and she kept trying to push it on top of her head. "Give me a bobby pin, wouldya?"
Justin pinned her hair for her while she slowly soaped one breast. He was breathing faster than ever and couldn't take his eyes off her. He touched her slender neck after he'd finished with her hair. Carrie looked up at him with her big innocent eyes.
"God, you're beautiful."
"You're kinda cute yourself," she whispered in her most romantic voice and then hiccupped. It was more than Justin could take. He started peeling his shirt, tearing at his belt. Carrie's initial shock turned to amusement. "Goody, goody, everybody into the bathtub!"
But when Justin's cock jumped up from the tangle of his shorts, Carrie bit her bottom lip and trembled. She'd forgotten how big that thing was! She'd forgotten how the white foreskin clung to his dark blue tip and how the veins bulged along the sides of his shaft.
"You did that," Justin grinned, pointing at his erection. He got into the tub and splashed playfully at Carrie. For a while she tried to keep from watching him. She soaped her belly and knees and hummed a drunken tune. Justin grabbed one of her thin feet and started rubbing soap between her toes. The rush of hot tingles up her thighs and into the mushy depth of her pussy made Carrie groan. When Justin had washed the foot he popped her littlest toe into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. Now Carrie twisted and flopped in the tub water, her cunt pulsing with pleasure.
"God ... ohh, god, Justin!"
"Never had a toe job?"
"No! And you'd better stop that or I'll...."
"You wouldn't tell Linda. She'd be madder at you than she would at me. And anyhow I'd sic Sam on you if you squealed."
Just the mention of Justin's big dog made Carrie tremble all the harder. She had been relieved that the animal hadn't accompanied him, but the memory of what had happened had been hovering in the back of her mind.
"Sam wouldn't hurt me," she said pretending total innocence of anything connected with Justin's pet.
"Oh, he wouldn't hurt you. But he could sure blow your mind."
Again Carrie felt the tingles of remembrance. She knew of course what Justin was hinting at. The only thing was he didn't know she knew. He didn't know that already his dog had fucked her, raped her in her own apartment.
"Uhhh, stop sucking on my toes! Ohhh, Justin, it makes me feel as all shivery inside!"
"Good. Now you can come over here and soap my cock."
"No! I'm drunk. You're trying to take advantage of me...."
"I'm not just trying, I am." He pulled her closer and shoved a bar of soap into her fingers. "Go on and soap me good."
"Ohhhh," she sighed, rubbing lather between her palms and then reaching out for his penis. It felt so hot, so firm. The tip was softer in texture and as she eased his foreskin back, her heart pounded faster. The sight of that darkened glans excited her tremendously. She found herself comparing Justin to his dog. He gasped as she rubbed the soap up and down his rigid shaft.
"It's awful hard."
"That's because I'd like to put it into you."
"Don't talk like that, Justin. Linda is my best friend."
"Linda wouldn't know."
"Justin!"
"I'll bet you've never had one as big as mine, right?"
Carrie wasn't about to tell him that she hadn't even had one at all, at least not a human cock. The thought of Justin discovering that Sam had fucked her made her want to slip down the drain with the water.
"You sure blush pretty," he said in a husky voice. Carrie stopped soaping his cock.
"I guess I'd better get out now."
"I haven't soaped you yet," he said, grabbing her. Squealing, she tried to get away but he turned her so that her back curved against his belly. She could feel his hard cock under the water as it pressed against her ass. His hands smoothed her breasts, spreading lather over, her tumid, aching nipples. The sensations that washed over her were too lovely to resist. She panted and sagged against him as his fingers traced the soft lines of her belly. Then he was lifting her out of the water, rubbing soap up and down her crevice. She babbled and writhed but the slippery friction against her clit and cunt was intense.
"Uhhh, ohhhh, god, Justin, you'd better stop! If Linda knew what we were doing...."
He pulled her face close and kissed her. The play of his tongue between her lips made Carrie realize what a romantic guy Justin really was. No wonder Linda dug him. But she remembered his perverse side too. That dog, and the things it had done to
Linda while Justin played with himself.
Somehow she managed to pull herself together enough to climb from the tub and wrap a towel around herself. But Justin dried himself and followed her to the bedroom. She was still having a hard time walking and his hands kept reaching out for her, hugging her.
"Let me go now! I don't want to ... Ohhhh!"
Justin had thrown back her towel and pressed his naked body against her. Her breasts rubbed his chest, her pubic bone brushed his cock. She let him kiss her, unable to break away. The pleasure surged hotter inside her. She was breathing wildly, her cunt heating up fast..
"No ... no, don't!" Justin had pushed her down on the bed and was bending her knees up, forcing her heels against her ass. She saw his head dropping, felt his breath against her exposed cunt. Then his tongue slurped up and down her crevice and Carrie's words of protest turned to moans. When she closed her eyes she could see that dog doing the very same thing. Her hips rocked slowly under the hungry licking. She clutched fistfuls of the bedspread. Though her cunt was sore, the pleasure of Justin's hot tongue made her forget the dull ache. He teased her clit until the nub was fully extended from its hood. Carrie tossed uncontrollably. She realized that she hadn't even touched herself since that awful trauma with the dog. So her young body was overdue. Now Justin's tongue was petting the tight musles of her hole.
"Stop ... ohhh, Justin, you've got to stop!" But he didn't stop. He eased the tip of his tongue into her vagina and pushed. Carrie's tummy muscles went tight and she arched her back up from the bed. Justin's tongue went deeper. She could feel the hot penetration, the slippery rub of it against her tender insides. Her juices flowed faster and she felt the thrilling ripples go over her flesh. She was breathing in a ragged, uncontrollable way. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth hung open as a droplet of saliva formed at the one corner of her lips.
"Muhhhhh, ohhhhh!"...." taste so good," he murmured, tongue fucking her slowly, tantalizingly. "Ghhhhuuhhhh!"
"Baby doll." Justin's fingers went into the meat of her thighs as he pinned her down to lick deeper. The slurpy suck of her pussy around his licking probes was extremely sexy. And having her legs held back like that while Justin feasted on her pubes heightened the eroticism of the moment. As much as she knew she should stop him, Carrie was too drunk and too carried away by the loving caresses of the boy's mouth to fight him off.
"Your turn," he said, climbing up over her. Carrie had no idea what he meant. She was struggling, writhing to escape. And then she saw that he was shoving a pillow under her head to prop her up. He was straddling her body, his big cock hanging down over her mouth. Panic hit her then and she started crying.
"You mean you've never sucked a guy's cock?"
"NO! And I'm not going to either!"
"Calm down, Carrie, just cool it." Justin had grabbed her head to keep her from turning away. She felt his glans slide across her closed lips. The foreskin was drawn back to expose the glossy knob and it left a smear of male juice on her chin. She could smell its musk too, a clean, sexy aroma. But she kept whimpering, kept pressing her lips tightly together.
"Ohhhhh, no! Ohhhhh, this is awful."
"You're gonna open up baby, you're gonna do it!"
"You can't make me!"
"Yes, I can." And Justin pressed in behind her ears. The pain was enough to make her cry out and her mouth came open. In that instant, Justin eased the head of his penis into her mouth. She couldn't get her teeth together without biting him and she was scared to do that. Frantically she pressed at the swollen lump of his glans, pressed at it with her tongue. This seemed to excite Justin all the more. He forced another three inches between her teeth and she felt the throbbing pricktip slide against the roof of her mouth.
"Ghhhhuuhhhhh!"
The look on Justin's face both shocked and ex cited her. He looked like he'd just shoved his penis into paradise! She realized that if his mouth had felt good against her cunt, her mouth would probably feel at least as good around his prick. But she was dizzy with the newness of the sensation. It was like being forced to suck on a giant flesh popsicle. It was so big, so hot! And it throbbed against her tongue like the head might explode any second. Carrie whimpered, knowing what happened when a guy got his rocks.
"Nhhhooo," she moaned through flared nostrils. Her body flopped around under him as he pumped his hips, fucking her throat with his glans. She choked and he pulled back. But she could tell that Justin was getting carried away.
Holding her head against him, he let her sit up. Twice Carrie tried to get that rigid thing out from between her lips but Justin wasn't having any of it. Now she was sitting there as he hovered on his knees, his cock still halfway into her mouth. By subtle pressure on the back of her head, Justin made her slide forward and back on his erect meat. Her lips slurped around the veins and the thick collar of his foreskin that was retracted behind his glans. But when her lower lip brushed his tip underneath, Justin let her know that that was the best of all.
"Lick me, damn it! Lick my cock."
"Nnnhhuuhhh," she whimpered, doing what he wanted. Her tongue seemed to curve instinctively to the right shape. She cradled the curve of his penis in the warm trough, her spit making it easy for him to slide in and out. Spit dripped from her chin as the sucking grew hotter and wetter. Carrie was still drunk, but this new experience had gotten her high in a different way. She was dizzy from the incredible bulge of a male cock inside her mouth. She was weak from the way it surged when her tongue caressed it.
"Yeah, baby ... god, you really know how to suck!"
But she didn't! And she didn't want him thinking that she did. His cocktip pressed her tonsils and Carrie's slender body bucked as she choked. As she jerked like that, her tongue danced frantically against the underside of the feverish cockshaft as if to urge it back out. Justin loved this.
"Suck me good, baby, cause I'm gonna unload a bunch pretty soon!"
"Nhhhooo," she whimpered, thankful that he let her stop gagging. Images of Justin's dog flashed through her mind. She thought of the dog forcing her to do things just as Justin was. She felt the dog's cock in her body and then had the eerie feeling that she was actually giving the big animal a blow job. Justin's cock became the cock of the dog and she bucked around wildly as Justin tried to keep his penis from slipping out.
Carrie popped her mouth free of him at last!
"Ohhh, don't make me swallow your cum!
Please...."
"Hell, I'll just fuck you. You'll like that."
"Oh, God in heaven," she squealed, twisting around, trying to crawl away. "Don't put any baby in me! Ohhh, help somebody!" Her erotic mood had been shattered and though she was still very excited, fear had taken over for the moment. But Justin caught her half-way across the bed. She was on her hands and knees and he drew her back to him, his strong fingers hooked around her hips. Carrie had the shockingly familiar sensation of being raped by Sam, Justin's big dog.
"This is how Sam would do it," Justin growled, mounting her from behind.
"Uhhhh!"
"Oh, I'll bet Sam would love to...."
"Oh, don't talk like that! Let me go!"
Her cunt was very wet from having been licked. Justin grabbed his cock and rubbed the hot glans up between the blood-plump lips of her pussy. The sound of her juices smearing across his erection made Carrie tremble. Then she felt that smooth stream-lined shape being pushed against the circle of her muscles. The circle opened slightly and the head of Justin's penis slid deeper. The muscles closed behind his tip and he shuddered from the sensation of being squeezed by a cunt so small.
"God, you're tight!" He kissed the back of her neck, bit her shoulders. It was hard for Carrie not to think of Sam. It was like getting fucked by a dog. She'd never known anything else so how could she feel that this time it was a human.
Justin lunged forward, three more inches skewering her hot cunt.
"Yuuuhhhh, you're too big!"
"Ohh, that's better! The deeper I get, the hotter it is."
"It's tearing me up!" And it was true that though she wasn't feeling that much pain, Carrie knew that Justin's cock was a little thicker along the shaft. But it had been that bulging glans that had locked the dog's cock deep inside her pussy. She would never forget that moment! When Justin bit her neck again, she realized she actually wanted him to!
"Nhhuuuh, nhhhaahhh, nhhuuuhh!"
"Yeah, Carrie, that's a girl. I've got you going now, don't I?"
"Ohh, ohhhh, ahhhhh!"
Her hips bucked and plunged. She was lost in the rippling pleasure, lost in the wild moment of the fuck. Justin's weight on her back made it even better. His hungry nips at her shoulders made her feel like it was Sam doing it to her. And his thrusting, plunging hips forced more of his penis into her teenaged pussy. She was being stretched fantastically inside. Her velvety twat was milking at Justin's big cock like it wanted his cum bad.
"You really know how to squirm," Justin gasped. Carrie wasn't consciously doing anything.
She was squirming because she had to. Because the itchy friction of that thing was driving her up the wall.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, getting so deep inside me! Ohhh, Justin, ohhhh, what if ... what if...."
"Who gives a damn now?" he groaned, pumping faster. His fingers pressed up against her belly as he held her in position for his thrusts. The slick sound was a steady rhythm as her juice dripped onto the bed between her knees.
"Damn you, damn you ... ohhhhhhhhh, damn ... damn ... damn...." Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She felt her nipples glow like coals on her chest. She pumped her hips around so that feverish plum of flesh on the end of Justin's cockshaft rubbed her deeper. It was rubbing her in the same spot where Sam's prick had rubbed her.
Justin licked her back just like a dog would do and Carrie knew that he'd gotten some of his technique from watching Sam fuck Linda. This only heightened her excitement. It was hard to distinguish between the two techniques and as her mind flashed back and forth from dream to reality she was consumed with a lust more savage than anything she'd known before.
Now it was almost impossible for Justin to hold her still. She jerked violently under him, squealing like a wild animal as his glans bulged and threatened to explode. Her cunt gripped him with its wet, feverish muscles.
Justin growled. A shudder went through him.
"Carrieeee!"
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhnnnnn!"
"God, your cunt! Your cunt!"
She had him, had him tight. Though Justin's glans wasn't swelling up like Sam's had done, she doubted that he could pull himself free from her body now.
"So hot...." Justin bit her again. It hurt-hurt wonderfully. Carrie realized she had lost all restraints, all fear. She wasn't even making sounds like a human girl anymore. She was growling and squealing and pumping her slender hips as Justin fucked her from behind like a dog would Her hot juices glistened on the insides of her thighs. And then she was coming.
"Whhhaaaahhh!" she cried, her muscles squeezing down rhythmically, milking the stiff shape of Justin's penis. Justin shuddered again and sagged heavily against her back. She braced her hands wider as she felt his cock surge. Hot sap boiled deep into her pussy. She wiggled in a frenzy of uncontrollable lust. It was as if she wanted to break that hard thing off and keep it inside her forever. Justin hung on to her ass with both hands, till fucking her like it would be his last.
"Huuhhh, I can feel your cum! Ohhh, it's going all the way into me! Ohhh, shit!"...." baby! Baby doll!" Justin plunged again and Carrie knew that her hungry little womb was drinking the fresh, potent curds. And she didn't even care.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Carrie woke up late in the afternoon she had a terrific hangover. As she sat up, she felt something wet and sticky between her legs. She threw back the sheet and stared down at the mess between her thighs. Her cunt hair was all plastered together with dried cum and the inner folds were still so swollen that they pooched out from between her outer labia. Now it all came back to her, every detail.
"Justin fucked me," she whined. "Ohhh, god, did he ever fuck me! And now I'm in trouble for sure. I just know he gave me triplets. Ohh, shit, shit, shit!"
When she made it to the kitchen, she found a note. Linda had gone out with Justin and wouldn't be home till later. Carrie felt sick and weak and the cum that Justin had pumped into her was begining to drip down one leg. She ran herself another bath, scrubbed herself until she hurt and dried off just as roughly. She was angry and feeling very lonely. She felt like revenge but didn't know how.
She opened a cold beer and took two aspirin with it. After a while she began to feel somewhat human again. But all she could think of was what had happened to her a few hours before.
She wasn't sure whether her guilt was making her feel all twisted up inside or whether it was because she really enjoyed all the naughty things that had happened to her.
"I wish I could just go away for awhile," she muttered. "I need to get my head straight." But Carrie knew that was impossible. A working girl couldn't afford such luxuries.
When Linda got home just after eleven, Carrie was still sulking in the kitchen, her third beer almost finished. She could tell that something had happened to her roommate, something that had pissed her off.
"Justin and I had a fight," Linda said tearfully. "I accused him of having another girl and he tried to lie his way out of it." Carrie blushed and hid her embarrassment by swigging the dregs of her brew. "Another girl?"
"Yeah." Linda sniffled. "I wanted to go down on him in the movie and when I did I could smell cunt all over him. Cunt and cum. His cockhair was still gluey with it so I knew he'd fucked somebody just before he came over to pick me up."
"That's awful," Carrie agreed, knowing that Linda was going to see how red her face was. But Linda had already made up her mind that it was someone Justin had gone with a few months earlier. She went on to tell Carrie about the girl and how she was going to tell her off if she ever saw her again.
"But, it's Justin's fault really," Linda babbled on. "He promised me that he'd never make it with anybody else while we're going together. And after all I did for him. Even that dog...." Linda bit her lip and blushed. "I guess I'll have a beer myself."
Carrie watched her roommate drown her troubles for the rest of the evening. She was still shaky from having come so close to being discovered. But something else was troubling her too. Something that made her feel ashamed and cheap. She was wondering when she'd ever get to see Sam and Justin again. And she couldn't decide which one of them she was going to miss most.
* * *
A week turned into two weeks. Carrie was having a hard time maintaining her composure. Her period had arrived on schedule so she didn't have that hanging over her head anymore. But she thought of sex almost all the time. And when she thought of sex, she thought of the two experiences she'd had, the only two sex trips of her entire life.
Linda didn't seem interested in taking up with Justin again. When Carrie asked how her old boyfriend was getting along, Linda would get snappish. And Justin didn't call either. Carrie was hoping that he'd think of her and maybe try to see her. She remembered how he'd enjoyed her tight, hot cunt and the wild way she'd squirmed when she'd really gotten excited. But no call from Justin ever came. And Carrie was staring to get frantic.
On a Friday, Carrie decided she'd have to take matters into her own hands. She got home from work and changed into a sexy short skirt and a clinging top. She combed her hair until it shone and even dabbed on a little lipstick and eye shadow. She'd found Justin's address among Linda's things. Though she'd made up her mind to act, she still felt very nervous about it.
"So, it looks like you've got a hot date," Linda commented when Carrie came into the living room.
"Yeah, I'm gonna meet a guy."
"He won't even pick you up? Sounds pretty wild. Who is he, some underworld character?"
Carrie could hardly stand to meet her roommate's eyes. She was sure that Linda would know she was lying, know she was sneaking out to see Justin if she could find him. But once she was on the street she began to feel better. She got a cab and was on her way across town to where Justin lived. *
"How far is this address?" she asked the driver after they'd been going for almost half an hour.
"Out in River dale. Pretty old section." The man scanned her in the rear view mirror. "You going to see somebody out there?" Carrie just nodded, not liking the insinuation in his voice.
The closer she got to where she was going, the more Carrie wondered if the whole thing had been a mistake. She didn't even know if Justin was going to be around and that meant another expensive cab ride back to town. But she had to see him, talk to him.
"I hope he's missed me a little," she thought. Then the image of Justin changed to that of his big dog and Carrie felt hot and sticky. She shook off the unwelcome emotion and tried to concentrate on being normal. The fact that a dog had fucked her and made her come didn't make her a total freak. It had probably happened to other girls.
It was getting dark by the time the cab pulled up a dirt road and stopped in front of a run-down two-story house. Carrie could see open fields around the place and from the river behind she could hear the stady chirping of frogs and insects. She asked the driver to wait while she went to the door. She found it open, lights blazing inside. There were signs that Justin had been there recently and would be back so she decided to take a chance. She could always call another cab if she had to. She paid the driver and let him go.
Carrie wandered around the house for awhile, trying not to be too nosey. In the back yard there were trees which grew thicker the farther she went. She could see the setting sun reflecting off the river and as she meandered in that direction, found herself on a well-beaten path.
"Maybe Justin is fooling around down by the water," she thought. Being careful not to snag her satiny dress she followed the path. She was out of sight of the house when she heard the howling. Carrie stopped breathing and clung to a low branch as she strained her ears. The howling came again, like some animal being tortured. But no, it wasn't torture that the beast was going through. The howls were intense but in another sort of way. Her skin flushed and she felt the itchy tingle between her thighs.
"That dog is getting fucked," she whispered.
Carrie went on when she heard no more howling coming through the trees. She was trembling now and she felt like maybe she should return to the safety of the house. But there was something in the air, something that seemed to draw her on down the path.
The river made a sharp turn where she came out of the woods and there was a long, flat beach of grey sand. She looked for footprints but found none. The sun was setting. She heard howling again, this time much closer.
"I don't know where Justin is," she murmured, "but I'd better get out of here."
Carrie was just turning to find the path again when the dogs came out of the trees. There were six of them and one was a female. The female was howling and writhing. Carrie saw why. One of the males had his cock stabbed to the hilt in the female dog's body. He was fucking her savagely, thrusting and hunching as they scrambled forward on the sand. The other males looked at Carrie. When they started forward, her heart sank.
Though she knew better than to run, she couldn't help it. She fled crying down the sand, her thin dress flying, her hair flying in her face. She could hear the thumping of many paws behind her. Then her sandal came off and she stumbled and almost fell. Two of the big dogs were upon her in a flash.
They were Dobermans, their fangs bared as they snarled and nudged her with their hot noses. She felt teeth close over one of her ankles. Another set of jaws tightened at one wrist. Now a third and fourth dog came up. One was a Shepherd, the other a giant of mixed blood. The Shepherd was licking at her crotch. The biggest dog began to tear at the buttons that held her dress together over her breasts. She tried to put a hand there to keep him from doing it but the animal snarled and she let him have his way. The next thing she heard was the sheer material tearing as he stripped it down from her white, firm tits.
"Ohhh, god." The other dogs were smelling and growling between her legs. She couldn't close her thighs because each of her ankles was held in hot teeth. She had the eerie feeling that these dogs had done this before. They seemed to know that she wasn't a dog, yet they were handling her as if they knew how to get what they wanted.
The Dobermans pulled her ankles up, stretching her legs back. Another dog, she couldn't tell which one began to nip at the lace edge of her panties. Then he had the sheer things firmly in his teeth. He gave a vicious twist of his head and the nylon parted.
"Uhhhhh!" she whined, feeling the night air against her feverish cunt. She wiggled in the sand, wondering if there was any hope of escape. But with so many beasts surrounding her, how could she even think of it? It had taken only one dog to fuck her before. This time it was going to be a gang bang. Because Carrie had no doubt in her mind that sex was the uppermost thing in each animal's mind. Off to the side, the bitch had been thoroughly fucked and was whimpering and licking her stretched hole. The dog that had been putting it to her came over to where the pack was stripping off Carrie's clothing.
"Five of them now," she gasped, feeling another hot nose on her upper thigh. Her underwear had been shredded enough so that hot tongues smeared against her pubes. She writhed with fear as the licking got stronger. But she wasn't just scared. She was responding to the steady rubbing of the dog tongues. She didn't want to but her body had taken over now. Each wet, sliding sensation brought another sensual shudder through her hips.
"Nhhhooo, ohhhh, stop licking me! Ohhh, help me somebody! Justin! Justin, where are you?"
The two Dobermans had pulled her legs up so that her knees almost touched her tits. With her pussy all stretched open like that, the other animals were having a field day. They fought each other to be the one who could lick her feverish vulva. Her juices smacked as their tongues slipped down into her folds, dragged over the hot bead of her clit.
Carrie tossed her head, sand clinging in her hair as the growls and yips told her she was a highly valued prize. The dog pack had been on the make for anything on four legs or two. And they'd caught her, a warm, musky human girl. She had a hole too and these dogs wanted more than anything to slide their rigid cocks into a wet, warm hole. Carrie cried helplessly as she saw a raw looking prick slide from under the belly of one of the Dobermans.
"Ohhh, god no!" It was shaped differently than Sam's prick. It had a bigger knob at the tip and it was thicker too. The Doberman kept her ankle in his mouth and positioned himself, his front legs straddling her body. The dogs who'd been licking respected his authority and moved back to give him room.
"Help...." Carrie weakly moaned, her voice weak from what was happening to her. It was mind boggling to hear the scuffling paws all around her, the challenging snarls and hot breaths. And then as one Doberman held her left ankle and the Shepherd held the other, they stretched her back even farther, lifting her ass up from the sand.
This was what the Doberman straddling her had been waiting for. He had let the Shepherd take her ankle so his tongue was free to wet her breasts. He licked the brown nipples roughly as his cock nudged her tender meat. The folds parted easily before the slickened tip of his penis. Carrie writhed helplessly, her legs held back by the other dogs while the Doberman nudged her dainty pink cuntflesh, searching for the place he knew he'd find.
Carrie could feel everything! She seemed especiallly sensitive tonight and the combined slickness of her cunt and the Doberman's cock added to that sensitivity. The musky aroma of the screwed bitch wafted to her nostrils, mingling with her own youthful perfume. That was what the dogs liked about her, she thought. Her smell. The smell of a newly matured female animal. Yes, she felt like an animal! And these dogs obviously considered her one. Hot teeth closed over one of her breasts and her nipple was licked until it quivered and rose like a brown finger. The Doberman thrust forward, his cocktip mashing her clit down as his penis slid up and down her crevice.
Carrie threw her ass around but she couldn't get away, not with her thighs forced up so tight against her body. And the Doberman had found that dripping hollow now. He rumbled in his throat and widened his back paws in the sand for driving power.
"Whhuuhhh, ohhhh, my god!" Carrie knew what was coming. And nothing would soften the blow. The Doberman snuffed air against her neck and hunched. His knobbed tip forced her muscled opening wide and Carrie's eyes widened as she felt that feverish spear slide four inches into her writhing body. "Ghhhaaaahhh," she babbled, knowing she was fucked.
The dogs who were watching grew more excited as they sensed that the Doberman had indeed found what they all were looking for. As the big, brown monster plunged and wallowed against Carrie's glossy crevice, small skirmishes broke out nearby. Carrie knew what they were fighting for. They were battling over who would be next in line. Realizing this made her feel dizzy. But the in-and-out friction of that fat dog cock inside her pussy was doing other things. She felt the tingles go up her body, the familiar tingles that made her skin crawl, made her nipples burn with pleasure. Nipples that were being licked and sucked and nibbled at. The Doberman seemed very excited over his prize. His hind feet were spread wide so that he could get low enough to penetrate her. And the way the other dogs were holding her ankles over her head, her vulva was stretched open all the way. Every last fold was exposed to the steady, humping friction. She could feel her opening squeezing around the slippery dogcock. It glided deep into her body, slipping past her velvety lining with squishy, sucking sounds.
Carrie managed to get one hand down without arousing the dogs who pinned her. She felt along the furred lips of her mound until one trembling fingertip touched the hot, shaft that was penetrating her. It slid past as she touched it and she felt the veins and bumps and then the furry sheath as the Doberman pressed forward to drive every last inch of his cock into her feverish pussy.
Carrie felt the dog's balls too. They were very warm but she drew her fingers back, knowing that they didn't belong to a man. Knowing too that the seed inside them wasn't that of a human being. But human or not, the Doberman meant to pump her full of it.
"Whhhhuuhhhh," she groaned as another wave of pleasure shimmered up her belly. The dog licked her tits as he fucked her. The teeth that dug into both her ankles added to the keen sense of being taken. Carrie didn't want to lower herself to the savage state of the beasts who'd run her down but she couldn't help but feel emotions which most people pretended they didn't have. She wriggled under the rhytmic stabbing of the dog's cock, giving himself up to him, letting him know that she'd surrendered completely. To act any other way was folly.
Another fight broke out not far down the sand. One of the dogs who'd been waiting for a turn with her had decided to take on the bitch and he was having to tussle with a competitor. The fight ended with another hot cock finding a hole. The bitch barked and squealed as she was taken roughly, the male dog's cock finding her heated opening and stabbing it deep and hard. Carrie whimpered in sympathy. The Doberman was getting deeper than ever and his knob bulged against her womb as the hot friction urged him towards a climax.
"Mmhhhhuuhhh, uhhhgod, ohhh, god d-ddamn!"
Juice dripped down the crack of her ass as the dog's frenzied fucking brought floods from her deeply fucked cunt. She was so well lubricated that there was no pain at all. Just the squeezing, slick clasp of her insides and the steady jabbing slurp of the big Doberman's penis. His knob grew larger and the muscles near her womb tightened. The Doberman yipped.
Carrie cried out, the sensual song dying on her lips as she felt her clit throb. She was going to come! She was going to come just as that dog did. He yipped again and his haunches moved frantically. He was caught, caught deep in her young cunt as at last his juices overflowed. Hot cream fountained against the mouth of her womb and Carrie thrashed around in the sand as the Doberman whined from the blistering pleasure that pounded through him.
She could hear the other dogs' excitement. They began to scrap and bite for the next turn. And even then the Doberman never missed a stroke. His cock was hard as a steel rod, yet soft too. That knobbed tip was like a spongy barb, just firm enough to trap his spurting gism and force it up into her womb. Now the white stuff was dripping down her crevice as the pressure increased. Her ass crack was slimy with spilled seed. Her brown nipples stood straight and firm for the Doberman to lick. And he licked then, letting his teeth close down just enough for Carrie to squall and babble. The pleasure was so intense that she forgot she was a human girl. The pleasure made her growl back when the Doberman rumbled with his mouth against her neck.
She came and came and came, her slim ass bucking in the sand. She could feel the spasms pulling the hot curds from the animal's prick. The ripples went up and down her cunt as it smeared juice against the sensitive sides of the Doberman's cock. With a final shudder, the powerful animal jerked himself free and staggered off to lick himself.
The dogs who'd been holding her ankles crashed together in a battle for her favors. As they snarled and nipped at each other, Carrie got onto her hands and knees and started crawling. She didn't get far.
With dog cum dripping down her thighs, her heart pounding from the incredible climax the Doberman had given her, she knew it was inevitable. Paws brushed her ass, then skittered up her back as the Shepherd mounted and closed his teeth on the nape of her neck. She iddn't even try to stop him by falling onto her stomach in the sand. Did she even want to? Her cunt was still throbbing, still aching with the last trembles of orgasm. And as the tip of the Shepherd's cock went into her cummy, juicy folds, she felt the itchy pleasure begin once more.
"Nhhhuuuhhh," she babbled as the dog's prick slipped easily into her slickened cunt. He went deep with just three jabs. Deep and hot and hard. Her ass bucked as the weight of the dog shifted. He squeezed her with his paws, much like Sam had done that first time. Carrie tossed her head and didn't think about anything. Her body had become primitive, hungry, totally sensitized to the bestial scene around her. As furry bodies brushed against her Carrie found herself liking the rub of their coats. Hot tongues bathed her flesh. Teeth edged along her nipples. Her shoulders were explored and raked by fangs. The Shepherd was really giving it to her good. Her eyes blurred.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh, god, yessss!" She came again, her heart leaping in her chest, her breath shuddering and hissing through her flared nostrils. The Shepherd sensed her excitement and fucked in a wild flurry of hunching movements that made her clit seem to be on fire. Carrie writhed violently, her back arching sharply as she pushed her plump ass out against the fucking body of the beast who'd skewered her and brought her to another raging come!
Weakly, Carrie slumped to her side in the sand. A dog, the biggest dog of all had her ankle and was pulling her onto her back again. Her poor little pussy dripped rivulets of dog cum now and she felt sore. But they weren't through with her yet. The big mongrel let her see his cock. It dangled like a heavy chunk of meat under his body and Carrie was frightened to think of anything like that inside her.
"Nhhoooo! Ohhhh, I can't do it anymore!" She tried to crawl away but the dog kept her on her back. And as his big cock swung close to her face, Carrie knew that there was a way to keep him from stabbing her with it. She whimpered, not believing that she could actually go that far. But even as she whimpered with fright, her fingers closed around the slick, red shaft. The big dog made a funny noise and turned to lick at her fingers.
"Can I do it?" Carrie gasped, squeezing his cock, watching the glans bulge. Another dog began to nuzzle her cunt but the giant mongrel growled and the animal moved away. He seemed interested in what Carrie was doing to him with her hand. But fingers wouldn't be enough. Not nearly enough. She looked at his glans again. Then she licked her lips.
CHAPTER SIX
Carrie knew that she'd turned into something else. She wasn't really just a young female human anymore. She had let the darkness and the dogs and the desires that smoldered way back in her mind, she'd let all these things pull her into a wild whirlpool of lust. Because even as she wet her lips and slid them around the dog's cocktip, she didn't feel guilty. It was so slippery and it fit so perfectly into her mouth. A dog was licking her overheated cunt while she sucked the mongrel. He tasted strange. She didn't mind the taste. She liked the way her tongue curved around the shape of his knob. She liked the way it made him shudder. Her whole body and mind seemed in tune with what was happening.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed-through flared nostrils, nursing on the hot spike as her fingers moved gingerly up and down it. When she used her tongue at the very tip end, the mongrel seemed to tremble all over. He growled and drooled and licked at her fingers and face, bending back sharply to reach her. He didn't even care that another dog was feasting on her cummy cunt.
But from far off, Carrie heard more barking. And as the turmoil drew closer, fights broke out again. Then the mongrel himself was being challenged and a dog, a big red dog knocked him away from Carrie, the mongrel's cock popping free from her mouth.
"... it's Sam," she babbled, up on all fours again. She was having a hard time thinking straight but she crawled back to the spot where the dogs had first brought her down. She found her sandal and put it on. As the dogs battled she limped towards the cover of the trees. Her dress was ripped open in front and her panties hung in wet shreds over her mound. Yips of pain came from behind her but she was in the trees now, following the path. There was enough light left for her to get within sight of the house. And every step had brought her back to reality. She was crying now, crying with the full realization of what had happened. It was as if she'd awakened from a sort of trance. Because she had lost her fear while the dogs had fucked her. Lost it or forgotten it. But now she trembled violently and held both hands over her dripping, ravished cunt.
"Ohhh, it was awful," she bawled, snifflin loudly as she stopped to rest against a tree. The fighting had died away now. Sam had started it, Sam had come to her rescue. Or had he just wanted in on the party? What did it matter? What did anything matter anymore?
Yet, upset as she was, Carrie didn't feel the sharp pangs of horniness anymore. She weaved up to the back of the house and called. No one came so she went inside again and staggered to the bathroom.
* * *
"Wow, what a surprise!"
Carrie had just wrapped herself in a towel and opened the bathroom door when she heard the voice. It was Justin, a bag of groceries in one hand, a six-pack in the other.
"Oh. Hi." She was blushing but Justin seemed to enjoy her embarrassment.
"I go to the store for a few things and come home to find .a chick in my bathtub."
"I'm out now." Carrie bit her lip. "I hope this doesn't look like I just moved in or anything. 1 didn't have time to clean up after work...." She stopped trying to explain and blushed again.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm glad to see you."
"You didn't say if you missed me or not." She rubbed her body through the towel. "But since you never called, I guess you didn't."
"I was going to get around to it. I haven't forgotten that last time...."
"I didn't come out here to...." She blushed again. Actually, Carrie knew that she'd been hornier than all get out when she'd decided to visit Justin. It was just that something else had happened. Something she couldn't let him find out.
"I could cook us up something to eat," he offered, gazing at her long legs under the edge of the towel. "Or maybe we could go work up an appetite...."
"I'll get dressed," she blurted. "I really am hungry." What she really needed was a drink. She chugged down the first beer Justin gave her while she tried to piece her things together. Since she'd washed her dress, and thrown away her panties, she decided at last to make up some story about falling into the river to explain the state of her clothes. Justin didn't seem to doubt her though there was something in his look that said he never believed any woman ever told the absolute truth. He gave her an old shirt that hung down to the middle of her thighs. She didn't tell him she wasn't wearing any underwear. When he opened her a second beer, she swallowed it greedily.
"You must have really wanted to get wet," he laughed. "That river isn't all that easy to fall into."
"I didn't mean to impose on you like this, Justin. 1 can call a cab to go home if you can't take me.
"Who said anything about you leaving?" He licked his lips.
"I already told you I didn't come out here for that reason."
"Like hell you didn't." Justin shrugged. "But whatever the reason, I'm not letting you go tonight. I've got a nice big comfortable bed and no one to share it with."
"I could sleep on the couch...."
"Bullshit."
Carrie blushed again and got into her third beer. She was feeling a little better now. She was even feeling a little romantic. But the moment she felt a sexy tingle, the whole spectacle of the beach came back. She spilled her beer and felt very dizzy. Justin put an arm around her shoulders.
"Something wrong, baby? You look sick."
"I ... I'm okay." She quickly took another drink. Something was scratching on the back screen. Justin got up.
"Must be Sam."
"Would you leave him outside tonight? Please?"
"Sam? He's no trouble. He'll just curl up in the corner...."
"Please, Justin. I can't stay with you unless...."
"Okay." He sat down again, opening another can of beer. He watched her curiously as she tried to regain her composure. "You're not scared of Sam, are you?"
"Course not." She emptied the can she held and gave him an imploring smile. "Can I have another one?"
* * *
Justin put some music on his phonograph and they finished the six-pack while he nuzzled her neck and lolled around on the sofa. Yes, she was feeling romantic. Justin sure was a good-looking guy and the fact that Linda had gone with him made him even more desirable.
"Don't," she sighed when he put his hand on her thigh. She pulled down the large shirt, making sure her freshly scrubbed cunt was covered completely. "I'm not really in the mood for that."
"Why don't we go and get in bed and I'll see if I can get you in the mood."
"Promise you won't do anything if I don't want to?"
"Boy Scout promise," Justin laughed, crossing his heart.
Justin kept to his word. Carrie was allowed to stretch out and relax. He'd found part of a bottle of wine for her so she had a glass to sip. She felt better having alcohol close by. Because the memory of that dog pack kept getting to her now that the lights were low.
After a little conversation, Justin peeled off his underwear without seeming to be at all shy about the state of his penis. One glance told Carrie what he'd been thinking. His cock looked like it had the day he'd done all those naughty things to her. Things she couldn't forget about anymore than she could forget about Sam or the pack of dogs.
"What if I told you I was pregnant," she whispered, watching his expression.
"You would have been out here before now."
She giggled, feeling good from the beer and wine. "Okay, so I'm not pregnant."
"Would you like to try again?"
"Oh, you're awful!"
Justin started kissing her. He made her put down the wine and caressed her breasts, being careful not to go too far. His palms felt good even through the shirt. But Carrie was sore and she felt so confused that she didn't want to get all stirred up again.
"Look, I'm not going to pester you if you're not in the mood," Justin said at last. "But I'm pretty horny myself. Do you think you could do a guy a favor?"
"What do you mean?"
Justin answered that question by handing her a dish with butter on it. Carrie looked at his cock, its glans bulging from the foreskin. He sure was hard] And the thought of his cream boiling out made her shiver inside.
"Okay, but I don't know anything about this."
"You'll learn."
Carrie followed Justin's instructions, dipping her forefinger into the butter and dabbing it gently against the place on the underside of his glans where the two lobes came together. She worked the butter in with slow, circular movements. He seemed to enjoy just that single contact, the warm, greasy tip of her long finger.
"Mmmm, it's jerking a lot."
"It likes what you're doing."
"You sure are teaching me a lot about how guys are."
"You're a good learner. That first time we made it was only the beginning. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to fuck whenever we wanted?"
"I've got a job in town if you're hinting for me to move in with you."
She rubbed more cream into the flesh of his glans. His foreskin got in the way so she stretched it back, holding him gingerly between thumb and finger of one hand while she spread the butter around with her other.
"If my mother knew what I was doing right now she'd have a screaming fit."
"Most mothers aren't very understanding about this sort of thing." Justin sighed as her touch brought a throbbing quiver to his cock. "But how's a young girl like you to ever learn anything if she doesn't get her fingers greasy?"
Carrie thought of the other things she'd learned. The dog things. This disturbing image made her squeeze Justin's cock just behind the glans. She squeezed it hard.
"Hey! Take it easy!"
"Sorry. I was thinking about something."
Carrie smoothed the butter down over his tip and put more on his shaft. Justin's penis was becoming very greasy, very slippery now. The slide of it through her clasping fingers made her glow inside. Her crevice was heating up. The musky scent of arousal spread through the small bedroom.
Like another fantasy, the thoughts of what she'd done to that big mongrel came back. But it was no fantasy. She'd licked that dog's cock! She would have gone on sucking until his gism squirted if it hadn't been for Sam coming to the rescue. And this cock she now held in her hand wasn't so different really. Another male, another erection. All pumped up spongy at the tip and rigid down the shaft. Her fingers caressed him lightly, stertching his foreskin back so she could watch that glossy knob pulse. It swelled rhythmically like a plum with a heart inside.
Carrie felt as if she were in a trance. She stared at that dark blue glans as her thin fingers slid slickly over it. She watched Justin's expression too and knew she was doing it right.
But when she lowered her lips to the stream-lined shape, she got all tingly inside, like it was the only thing to do. Like she'd been born to do it. Her lips lightly brushed the feverish surface. She tasted the butter, tasted his overheated flesh. But what excited her more was the way Justin writhed on the bed. Even the soft, gentle stroke of her bottom lip across his lobes made him grunt deep in his throat. For the first time in her life, Carrie began to see that there was another side to exciting a man. She had power over his orgasm. She could work him to a froth or string him out for an hour. Her own cunt pulsed in sympathy with Jutin's excitement. She let her tongue begin to take charge now and Justin's writhing became immediately wilder.
"Uhh, uhhhh, damn!"
"Like to be licked?" she said, blushing a little. She wasn't used to talking about such intimacies. But she was enjoying it. And after the unbelievable moment when she'd taken that strange dog's cock, into her mouth, something had changed inside her. She actually craved to feel that shape again. As her lips slipped down around Justin's knob and covered it completely with hot spit, she experienced that hungry satisfaction again.
As much as anything it was the way Justin's cock slipped so easily between her lips. With the butter and her spit and the natural lubrication of his penis, there wasn't much friction. It made a slippery sound as she lowered her head. The sensation of those bumps along the shaft, the feel of his swollen cumtube gliding over her bottom lip made her tremble all over. And her hot little cunt oozed its own juice. Her folds grew fat with trapped blood, blooming out so that her crevice stretched open, its velvety insides shiny and inviting. Even after the vicious fucking the dogs had given her, Carrie was getting hot all over again.
She wondered if there was something wrong with her. As she wondered, her tongue lapped back and forth across Justin's glans. He was trembling, moaning loudly now. His hips lurched uncontrollably. He seemed to be going out of his mind. And she loved it. She loved doing this to a guy! She'd never guessed it could be so much fun.
She tightened her lips around his shaft just behind the glans. This seemed to make him squirm all the faster. Her tongue just flicked the very tip, teasing him into a groaning fit and then stopping.
"Mmmmm!" she cooed, pulling her lips free so she could gaze at the object of her desire. Justin lay panting as she held his cockshaft daintily between a thumb and finger. It jerked steadily and the head was like a dark barb of spit-slickened flesh. Slowly, she jacked his foreskin up over it and stretched it back again. Justin's balls drew up high and tight against the base of his penis. She jacked him again, squeezing his foreskin as it hid his knob. Squeezing him like that she felt the protective covering slide around over the surface of his tip, exciting him all the more.
"God ... god damn! Carrie, how'd you know all this?"
"I didn't! I swear! I'm just fooling around."
"Well, baby, you sure know how to fool around."
"You like me to squeeze your foreskin like this?"
"Uhhh huh!"
Carrie stretched the covering back again so she could gaze upon that throbbing, shiny cocktip once more. Then she began to lick him like a lollipop. Not taking it into her mouth but passing her tongue around the fevered surface, watching Justin's reaction.
It occurred to her to let her teeth get into the act. Justin didn't wince when she pulled her lips back and lightly pinched his knob between her teeth. She see-sawed her jaw a little, letting the pressure increase until Justin was huffing excitedly, his leg muscles all bulged out from the tension.
"I'm eating you," she whispered.
"Ghhuuhhh," he groaned.
"That butter makes it even better. Maybe I'll just take a big bite."
"Honey, I don't think I could do anything about it if you wanted to...."
"God, you're so hot! And really hard too!" She stopped using her teeth and let her plush lips squeeze his glans again. Her tongue worked constantly along the bumps under his tip.
"Nhhuuuhhh," Justin groaned, shuddering.
"It's throbbing something awful, Justin!" She had taken her lips away for a moment to watch. Justin's erection plunged in her hand. She pressed her fingers up into his ball sack and felt the pulsing there too. It was coming from his groin. , "Suck! For Christ sake, suck!"
Now Carrie knew that Justin expected her to do something she'd never done before. He probably knew she'd never eaten cum too. Maybe that was what excited him about it. But he was going to let her decide if she wanted to or not. Because he wasn't forcing her or anything.
Carrie thought of that big mongrel she'd almost sucked off. Of course she hadn't been in her right mind. She'd been sucking him so he wouldn't fuck her with his huge cock. But if Sam hadn't rescued her, she would have sucked his cum. She was sure of it.
"I'm a little afraid," she murmured, but even as she said it, she pressed her closed lips against the tiny orifice of Justin's penis and lowered her head. The slick, rounded shape pressed her mouth open and slid inside. She could feel the jerking of his penis, feel the heat of the tip. Her lips glided on back over the barb and down the shaft until she felt the roof of her mouth nudged by the hot knob. Then she let her tongue go wild.
Flicking, dancing, sucking, smoothing, her tongue did it all. She curved it into a dozen different shapes. She slurped the top of his glans and sucked tightly against the lobes at the bottom.
For almost a full minute, Justin didn't seem to draw a breath. Then he let out a ragged yell and began to flop around on the bed. A powerful spurt of cream burst into the back of her throat. Justin pumped up and down from the bed, trying to fuck her soft, sweet mouth. She let him do it some but pulled back when he got too deep. The pulling back seemed to extend his excitement, to draw it out.
"Huuuggghhh," she groaned, tasting the strange, sticky fluid. It was dripping off the sides of her tongue, clinging between her teeth. And the more she lapped her tongue along his rigid prick, the faster came the spurts.
"Baby! Ohhhhh, Jesus Christ!"
Carrie's mind swirled with the thought of what she was doing. She was sucking cum for the first time in her life. She was swallowing the stuff down too, well most of it anyway.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, a trickle of hot cum darting down her chin. Just the feel of that gooey stuff on her lip made her more excited. Carrie realized with surprise that there was something about semen that she really liked! She curved her tongue tightly against the underside of Justin's throbbing penis and milked it with slow, sucking movements that ended with her tonguetip pressing between those plump swells at his tip. Every time she did this, another fountain of his thick cream would jet into her mouth. Greedily, she wolfed the potent stuff down and sucked for more.
She completely forgot all her self-consciousness, all her shyness. She groveled over his crotch like a hungry breast nymph, her hot lips glossy with his sap, her chin dripping with the stuff. She sucked until her bottom lip was almost touching his balls. It surprised her that she'd forgotten all about being choked. She had the head of his cock almost into her throat and didn't seem to be bothered by the plump, dripping thing.
"Ghhhuuhhh," she gasped, bobbing her head rapidly, letting Justin's glans slide between her teeth and lips and then taking it all the way past her tonsils. Justin wiggled like he was being branded. But Carrie knew that it wasn't pain he was feeling. He was having his cock sucked better than he'd ever had it sucked in his life. Though it was her very first time, she knew this! She was positive.
"Baby, you're sucking me dry! Ohhhh, god, Carrie, I can't believe this!"
Justin caressed her head and moaned and pumped and went half crazy. But all the while a strange thing was happening to Carrie's mind. She was thinking of that big mongrel. She was thinking of his red, raw cock too. She was wondering what it might have been like to drink that monster's cum!
"Ullluuub," she gasped, more seed dripping from her chin. Her cheeks and chin were slick with it! She mushed her mouth against Justin's body, letting his spurting cum go down her throat. With one last tremble, Justin lay still. It was over.
Carrie didn't take her mouth away for a long time. She liked the hot feel of his penis as it lost its rigidity. It seemed to nestle down into the warm curve of her tongue as it melted. A few last dribbles of gism came out and she swallowed them. She could feel it shrinking fast now, growing limp and wrinkled. Justin sighed like he had found the gates of heaven. With a wet pop, Carrie took her lips away from him. Her cunt was so puffed up she was afraid to look at it.
"Carrie, that was the...."
"I know," she giggled. "It was the best you ever had."
"It really was, I'm not kidding."
"I believe you. I guess I was just inspired."
"You've had practice."
"No! Swear I haven't. This was my first time." Carrie didn't dare tell Justin about the big mongrel on the riverbank. Though Justin had played doggy games with Linda before she doubted that he'd ever witnessed anything like that!
They lay there a long time, talking and cuddling. But though Justin kept promising her a thorough going over, Carrie wasn't surprised when he began to doze off. Actually she craved something more than just a thorough going over! She was much hotter than she'd ever been in her life. Her cunt ached from having been fucked by the dogs on the beach. And the fear she'd experienced immediately after, the shame and horror of it all was now gone. She even began to daydream about one of the Doberman's climbing up her back, stabbing at her hot cunt with his penis.
"I am flipping out," she breathed, gazing at Justin as he slept. His cock was half the size it was when fully erect. But her pussy was a squishy flower of feverish flesh. She pressed a finger into the folds and watched lubrication drip down the crack of her ass.
"Ohhh, what am I going to do?" she whimpered. She swung her legs off the bed and padded naked to the kitchen. She got a glass of milk and sat in the darkness, trying to calm her mind. When she heard the scratching at the back screen, her heart jumped. It was Sam, peering mournfully at her. He pawed the screen again. Carrie's heart pounded hard and fast. Could she? Could she willingly open that screen door? Could she let the big red dog into the room when she knew what would happen if she let him get close to her? Carrie took another slow drink of her milk and bit her bottom lip.
"Eighteen is sure a difficult age," she murmured. Then she rose and went to the back door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You've got to be quiet now," Carrie whispered, taking Sam by his collar. He looked up at her with obvious excitement, his tail going like a windmill. Carrie led him into the kitchen and ordered him to sit and stay. The dog obeyed her, much to her own surprise. She'd been half expecting him to start jumping all over her, to make her do what he wanted like that first time.
In the darkness of the kitchen, Carrie pulled a chair up close to the dog. She sat facing him, her heels hooked on the edge of the seat, her young, feverish cunt spread for the animal to see.
"Come here, boy," she said huskily, her pussy tingling with anticipation. Sam walked the few steps to get to her and pressed his muzzle against her delicate cunt. She made him sit down again and he did. But she didn't tell him to stop when he began to lick her.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, god!" she groaned, biting her lip with the intensity of the friction. His hungry tongue slipped into her crevice, bathing her with hot spit, making her heart leap faster in her chest. She could look down at him as he ate her and this thrilled Carrie too.
A tiny puddle of saliva and cunt juice formed on the chair seat as the big red dog continued to nibble at her young and swollen slit. Carrie played with her own nipples as Sam excited her. She realized that she was doing things now that would have made her feel guilty just weeks before. But something had definitely snapped inside her. That gang bang with the dog pack had been the incident that had pushed her over the brink. Now she could think of nothing but sex. And it didn't seem to matter where she got it either.
"Yesss-ohhh, doggy. You do it so nice!" Her slim hips pumped on the edge of the chair as she rubbed her open crevice up and down against the animal's muzzle. His fur was smeared with her juices now and he sensed that there was more fun in store for him. His cock had slid out of its sheath and throbbed hotly, bouncing up and down for Carrie to see.
That strange emotion came over her again. She had been afraid of an erect penis before. But now the sight of one seemed to make her want to either slide it into her own, hungry hole or suck on it! If she was crazy, she couldn't help it. The more she looked at that beautiful, barbed shaft that quivered under Sam's belly, the more she wanted to get her hands on it.
"Let's go in the other room, boy," she hissed, trying to make him understand that she was his mistress tonight and that he'd better behave. Sam looked up at her with big worshipping eyes as she hooked two fingers in his collar. "Good boy. Just come with Carrie now and we'll have a good time."
In the front room she made him lie down. She was breathing rapidly herself as she began to play with his cock. She jacked him a little, watching the effect it had on his movements. The dog started hunching, his back humping sharply, his haunches driving forward. Every jerk made Carrie think of that hot spear sliding into her pussy.
"Get on your back now Sam," she whispered, rolling him over so that his front paws were curled cutely in front of his chest. She continued to massage his erection, continued to marvel at the way his back humped to drive his cock forward in the soft clutch of her fingers.
"Can I really go through with this?" Carrie whimpered, watching the sex-charged beast. She was thinking the unthinkable. She was considering the possibility of straddling this big red dog.
At last she couldn't hold back. She threw one long leg over him and resting on her knees, and elbows, lowered her cunt down against that hot, raw prick. The rub of it against her slit was heavenly, even though it wasn't aligned to fit into her hole just yet.
"Let's see, I've never done this before," she cooed to Sam as she changed the tilt of her hips and felt back between her thighs to catch his penis. She held it gingerly and stretched the glans up so that it would touch her clit.
Her breasts dangled against Sam's furry chest, her belly rubbed his own hot stomach. Her head spun with the realization that she was actually going through with this fantasy. A fantasy so taboo it still scared her just a little.
"Ohhhh, you're such a nice, warm doggy!" she panted, stretching his prick up again, backing slowly against it. Her cuntlips dripped sex juice across the throbbing spear. She felt her muscled hole squeezing rhythmically, begging to be filled. Then that barb was fitting into the tight place and she tried to relax as she rocked her ass and pushed back.
Sam yipped as the heat of her inner lips stretched around his glans. He bucked violently, his cock thrusting as he brought his tail off the floor. Carrie felt the frantic stabs. Holding herself in that position, she could vary the depth of the dog's penetration. She could let him go only as far as she wanted.
"Uhhhh," she moaned, drooling a little. Her eyes glazed with lust. She backed down another inch and now the smoldering glans forced her muscles open and Sam was inside her! Carrie held his front legs to keep him on his back, to keep him thrusting like that. His cocktip sucked in and out of her cunthole. He was jabbing at the tightest part, jabbing again and again and again.
"Ohhhh, you naughty, naughty doggy!" Carrie whimpered, her bottom quivering from the rapid hits of Sam's cock against her vagina. She backed down on him more, let his glans go further into her soft heat.
"Yuuhhhh, that's so nice! Ohhhh, shit, it's enough to make me faint!"
But Carrie didn't faint. She kept wiggling her hips, feeling the gouge of Sam's penis getting deeper inside her adolescent pussy. She had a perfect image of herself poised over the furry beast, his body clasped between her arms as she wiggled like a snake and pressed back with her cunt so that his spearing prick would slide deeper. The juicy sound of the fucking made her whine. Her little hole was getting it good! So good!
"Uhh, uhhhh, god," she babbled, letting the dog lick her face. Now she was getting almost the full length of his erection. She could feel that head going deep, swelling as it sensed the mouth of her womb. That was something a human male couldn't do. Justin's cock was pretty fat when it came, but it hadn't grown quickly into a huge plum to stick in her throat like Sam's cock was doing. She knew that he would be caught inside her moments before his hot gism spurted out.
"Yess ... ohhh, Sam, Sammmeeeee!" Her ass danced wildly now, pumping and thrusting against the dog's movements. His panting breath warmed her neck. His tongue wet her too and she stretched forward so that he could lap at her hanging breasts. Her nipples tingled as the thrills surged up and down her body.
Carrie was still on her knees, regulating the depth of Sam's thrusts by how far she backed onto his erection. Now she wiggled her pussy down against him as hard as she could. He went to the hilt, his balls pressed hard against her pubes as she squirmed hungrily, her clit about to explode.
"Whhhaaahhh," she whimpered, pumping furiously. "I just can't stand it any more!"
Carrie had thought of drawing it out, of making this fantastic sex last and last and last until she was out of her mind with wanting that keen tempest of pleasure that would end it all. But she was far too close to think rationally. As her swollen crevice sucked tighter around the dog's cockshaft she felt the itchy tingle that was the beginning of it all ... paradise. Then her hole was squeezing down tightly around his meat and Sam yelped as his glans filled quickly with trapped blood.
"Ghhhuuhh," Carrie cried, unable to smother her excitement. She could feel that thing growing inside her. She could feel Sam's glans pressing tighter and tighter against her womb's opening. She was caught now, caught on the squirming dog! He pumped frantically but there was no way he could get free. And all her squirming just made his glans grow larger.
"Ahhhhh!" Carrie breathed, coming gloriously. Her pubes throbbed. Her dripping flesh tightened around the dog's cock. Deep inside she could feel the smooth lining of her vagina smearing juice across the dog's tip as it swelled tightly against the mouth of her womb.
Sam yelped again and by the quivering tension of his body, she knew he was spurting inside her. She felt it then, felt the rippling convulsions going up his shaft as jet after jet of thick cream fountained into her body.
Carrie wriggled frantically, rubbing her clit and cunt against the dog. Her spasms went through her like thrilling shocks of electricity. Her vulva rubbed hotly against the dog's prick and balls.
"Ohhhh, doggy," she babbled, her eyes rolling wildly, her long hair flying as she squirmed with violent pleasure. "Ohhhh, god, doggeeeee!"
Carrie couldn't believe the pleasure she felt. It was the best come she'd ever, ever had! And she was even kissing the dog, nuzzling deep in the fur of his neck. She liked the smell of him, the throbbing fury of his movements as he too experienced that sharp, hot edge of total pleasure. His rigid prick overflowed with thick semen until it began to drip from the edges of her pussyhole and drip down onto Sam's belly.
Squeezing his tip with her muscles, Carrie urged every last droplet of the slimy cream into her hole. Then she flopped sideways, taking the dog with her. Holding him with her scissored legs, she caressed and calmed the excited animal. He continued to hunch but more weakly now that his throes had finished. It was a good five minutes before his glans shrank enough for her to pull herself free.
"Oh, wow," she sighed, pushing hair back from her sweating brow. Hot seed leaked down her leg as she limped to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She dabbed it up but more poured out. Sam had really popped this time! Holding the milky stuff close to her nose she found that it had a similar smell as that of a human male. But she shuddered when she remembered how close she'd come to really drinking some. If Sam hadn't rescued her, she would have had a stomach full of that mongrel's gism.
Being as quiet as possible, Carrie put Sam outside again and tip-toed back to bed. It was a miracle, but Justin was still sleeping soundly. She prayed that he hadn't discovered her little game. She lay next to him and thought of the strange passions she'd developed. But she didn't stay awake long enough to finish her thoughts. The next thing she knew Justin was kissing her belly. The room was full of sunlight.
"Sleep good?" he asked, his smile showing that he remembered what she'd done with her mouth before he'd dozed off.
"I guess I did. I don't remember anything." Carrie remembered more than she was going to tell. She remembered Sam most of all and that huge cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy.
"You look good enough to fuck," Justin breathed, kissing her lower down a little more urgently.
"I'll get us something to eat," Carrie smiled, swinging her legs out of bed. She didn't want this guy to get the idea that he owned her or anything. That was the nice thing about dogs. They took what they wanted but they were still just dogs. They couldn't put weird trips on your head. They couldn't turn you into housewives or dishwashers.
Justin came up behind her in the kitchen. Though she'd put on the shirt he'd loaned her the night before, he knew she wasn't wearing panties. He caressed her firm, plump ass like it was worth more than a Ming vase.
"You sure have hot hands," she smiled, cracking another egg into the skillet.
"I've been thinking," Justin said. He slipped a finger along her cuntlips. Her mound was damp and as he caressed her it opened to let his finger glide over her inner lips. Carrie dropped another egg into the skillet, shell and all.
"Damn ... look what you made me do!" She fished out the broken shell and got another egg from the carton.
"I've been thinking that maybe you should move in with me."
"Ha! Lots of luck." v
"No kidding. We could have lots of fun."
"Why wouldn't Linda move in with you?" Carrie asked, giving him a cool look.
"Because she had that job downtown."
Carrie tilted her hips. That finger did feel awfully good! "Well, I've got a job too."
"Oh, to hell with your job. I'd support you." Justin massaged her clit slowly. "Or you could find something out here around this part of town."
"Yeah, I'll bet. Like being a waitress. No thanks."
"You like me a little, don't you?" Justin's finger had found her hole now and even though she tightened her muscles, he pushed into it with ease.
"Uhhhh, sure ... sure, I like you ... ohhh, Justin, if you keep fooling around like this, I won't be able to make any breakfast."
"I think I'd rather have you for breakfast."
"Justin ... be serious."
"Well, if you like me, I don't see why we can't set up housekeeping together. You might even get to like Sam."
Carrie turned to glare at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I just noticed you didn't want me to let him in the house last night."
Carrie went back to. the eggs. She found a fork nearby and started to scramble them. But Justin's finger had gone lots deeper now and her insides were squeezing his knuckles in a rhythmic, sexy way. She began to pant.
"Justin ... can I finish our breakfast? Please?"
"Couldn't you finish it with my cock in your cunt?"
"God, you make me blush."
"Yeah, and you get even sexier when you blush." Justin's other hand slid up under the shirt she had on. He smoothed her belly and cupped one firm tit. She let him massage it as she worked the eggs around in the hot skillet. As the whites congealed, it reminded her of semen. It even looked like semen.
"Come on, stick that hot little ass of yours out a little, and I think I can fuck you right here."
"Justin!"
"Wouldn't that be a gas? Cum in the scrambled eggs?"
"Justin!" But his finger did feel nice. Carrie began to wonder what it would feel like to get fucked from behind while she stood before the stove. "I must really be getting depraved," she murmured, panting as Justin fingerfucked her with teasing slowness.
"Yeah, ain't it great?"
"Ohhh, Justin, you make me feel so nice!" He had his cock out now. She could feel him rubbing it against her bare ass. He'd lifted the shirt out of the way and was shoving his erection in under her mound. It bumped along her outer lips, picking up the juice that leaked steadily from her crevice. Carrie turned off the pan so the eggs wouldn't burn. She was already burning.
"Uhhhhh ... ohhh, wow, that feels far out."
Justin made her take a wider stance. With her thighs open, he pulled her ass out so that her back arched sharply. Then he bent his knees a little and tried to wedge his cocktip into her slippery hole. The friction of him trying felt good.
"You've got the finest pussy I've ever played with."
"... and I'll bet you've p-p-played with lots of them."
"Oh, baby, tight ... so tight." He had found her opening and was pressing up and in. With a slippery pop, his glans penetrated her. The sensation made Carrie quiver from head to toe. She had her hands braced on the edge of the stove, her eyes half closed. She was standing on tip toes, her legs wide apart on the linoleum. There was another slippery sound and her hole got tighter as it was filled from behind.
"Nhhuuuhhh, ohhh, god, Justin! Ohhh, I didn't know it would feel like this!"
"God, you're wet!" He pushed harder, bringing her feet off the floor. He had both arms around her belly and she sagged, letting him carry her weight as his shaft slid deeper into her pussy.
"Whhuuuhhhh!"
"Wiggle around now," he groaned.
"Like this?" Carrie tilted her hips rapidly, rocking them as she settled on that hot, rigid spike of cockmeat. It went into her body like a chunk of heaven! It felt wonderful! Her insides were squeezing and heating it up and she trembled again, her hips plunging.
Justin wrestled her over to the kitchen table and bent her forward on it. She lay there drooling on a placemat while he nudged and fucked her from behind. Her feet dangled an inch off the floor and she could hear the table scooting ever time Justin gave her a real good fuck.
"Uhh," he grunted, getting it deeper than ever before. The thickness of his penis stretched her vulva where he entered her. This pulled the flesh around her clit, exciting the hot nub. But she couldn't quite feel it enough. Carrie slipped a hand under her belly and curled a finger up against her feverish bead.
"Ohhh, Justin," she whimpered. "I'm gonna ... gonna ... come!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
As the heavenly waves washed over her body, Carrie let herself go. She humped her ass up and down like a crazy person, whipping her hips around so furiously that Justin almost lost her hole a couple of times. But he managed to keep himself inside, keep his throbbing glans gouging in and out of her tube. The dainty flesh around her cunt's opening was the most sensitive and the friction there brought her into shuddering, breath-stopping spasms. She flailed around, knocked a plate to the floor with a crescendo of breaking glass. Justin didn't even seem to hear it. He was moaning and plowing at her soft behind, his cock stabbed so deeply into her pussy that she felt it stretch her.
"Ohhh, honey!" she cried, pumping and kicking her legs out straight behind her. The table wobbled but held. Justin leaned across her back, one hand cupped under a tit, his other one under a thigh. She could feel his muscles working as he thrust and thrust and thrust into her young, hot cunt.
"God, Carrie, you're one swell piece of ass!"
A few days before she might have been hurt by those words, but now she felt it was a compliment. Didn't she want to be a nice piece of ass for Justin? And after all, wasn't he a nice fuck too? She wiggled in a frenzy as her clit throbbed with the intensity of an explosion!
"Coming ... commmmming, so good!"
"Yeah ... here it is baby ... gonna fill you up!"
The cream boiled into her in steady, spurting streams. She heard it splatting on the linoleum floor, heard it popping and sucking around the edges of her hole while Justin's big prick plowed in and out.
"Yaaaahhhhh," she gasped, loving the pounding of his body against her pert ass, loving the tight feeling of his shaft being squeezed and milked by her slick muscles. "Ohhhh, god it's nice to be fuck ed."
"And I always thought you were the shy one," Justin sighed. His cum was inside her now and he gave a tremble as her vagina milked one or two last droplets.
"I used to be." Carrie wondered if it had been Sam or Justin who'd really opened her up. Well, Sam had certainly come first. She smiled to herself wondering if she could ever tell her new lover the truth.
"Are you going to move in with me?" Justin wanted to know.
"I'll have to think about it. It might hurt Linda's feelings."
"It would hurt mine more if you didn't."
"You really like me that much?"
"You ain't seen the half of it."
"I've got all of it," she giggled, squeezing her cunt around the base of his cock.
"Why don't you let me drive you over to the apartment and get all your things," he pushed. "I'm serious about us playing house together."
"For how long?"
"As long as we can get along." He bit her neck lightly and the sensation reminded her of Sam. The thought of being in the same house with that big red dog while Justin was working appealed to her more than she wanted to admit.
* * *
Carrie waited until the middle of the week before actually making the break with Linda. Linda wanted to know who the guy was, who Carrie was moving in with. Carrie tried to come clean but just couldn't bring herself to confess that it was Justin, Linda's old boyfriend. She made up some dumb story about a guy she'd met, about love at first sight. Justin came to get her and her things while Linda was at work.
A day later her period started and this reminded Carrie that she had a few details to get straight before she took up this new life style. She got a prescription for the pill and started taking it immediately. With Justin always slipping it to her, she didn't want to take the chance that she'd end up with a baby. She loved to fuck but she didn't want to pay the consequences.
"I love to fuck," she said to herself, realizing that it was a new part of her philosophy. New because she'd been a little frightened by the prospect of sex with a male before.
Justin left every morning for his job at the lumber yard so she got up early and cooked breakfast. He was in the habit of getting a little before taking off, and Carrie found herself enjoying the morning titillation too. Added to that was the fact that she absolutely craved hot cum! The taste of the stuff had grown on her and it was rarely a day that passed without her getting Justin's cock in her mouth. But it was after he was gone when her fun really began.
Sam sensed what was coming too when he saw his master get in his car and drive away. He stood at the back door, tail wagging, tongue hanging out. Usually Carrie was still in her nightie and usually her mouth was a little cummy from her after-breakfast blow job. Like it was that Friday morning when she opened the back screen and let Sam into the house.
"Glad to see me, darling?" She ruffled his neck fur. The big dog nosed under her knee-length nightie, hunting for the prize that gave off such a wonderful musky odor.
"Ohhh, you are glad to s-s-seeee me! Ohhhhh, god d-d-damn!" She stood there in the middle of the kitchen with her legs parted. The dog's big head had disappeared under her gown but she could hear the slurp, slurp of his hot tongue across her pubes. She could feel it too! A most incredible, drippy hot smearing of her young cunt.
"Oh, boy, I can see you're a bit overdue," Carrie sighed, tossing her long brown hair with an excited movement of her head. "Come on, darling, come with Carrie."
Carrie didn't have to lead him. Sam panted happily at her side as they went into the bedroom. Carrie skinned her gown off and tossed it aside. She shook her breasts at the dog and he barked back excitedly.
"How bad do you want me?"
The dog barked louder, pawing the air.
"Well, you can have me 'cause Carrie didn't get to come this morning. Seems that Justin was in too big of a hurry." She sat on the edge of the mattress and then lay back, pulling her knees back against her chest. The bed was just the right height for Sam to reach her with his cock. He mounted her front ways, his big paws on either side of her shoulders as he lapped her breasts and neck. Carrie reached down to guide his slick cock into her cunt.
"Ohhh! Not too hard, darling! Ohhhh! You're all swollen up!"
The dog yipped as his glans slid all along her swollen vulva and sunk into her opening. Her muscles squeezed the knob as it forced past. Then Sam gave a flurry of rapid thrusts and Carrie's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she felt herself being stabbed by seven inches of feverish dog cock!
"Ghhhuuhhh ... ohhh, baby, ohhh you're so worked up!"
Sam got his jaws around one of her breasts and chewed it gingerly. He seemed to have a perfect sense of what was too hard, too painful. The way his fangs edged her nipple made Carrie whimper weakly and pump her trim ass up and down on the edge of the bed. Even Justin couldn't excite her tits like that!
"Yess ... ohhhh, sweet doggy, ohhh, you're doing it good!
Already her muscles were convulsing. The rippling power of the dog's penis always blew her mind. And she was excited more than ever by his urgent, savage lust. Nothing would wait for Sam. He had a single-minded goal and he went at it hungrily.
Carrie had wanted it to last but this morning her cunt was too ready. And so was Sam. His haunches trembled as he fucked her. The slippery friction of the penetrations quickly brought Carrie's cunt to a boil. She could feel the tingling thrills pulling her, sucking her into the vortex of that screaming ecstasy.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhh, shit! Ohhhhh, god d-d-damn!"
She wrapped her legs tightly around the big dog's body and pumped her ass in a flurry of convulsive movements that rubbed her clit against the hilt of the dog's penis. She came while sinking her teeth into the fur of his neck. Sam never missed a stroke. His cocktip bulged inside her, locking the orifice against the opening of her womb. Her soft insides pulled at the pulsing glans and then the dog shuddered in her arms and she felt his breath catch as the spurts filled her with puppy sap.
"Yes, baby ... ohhhh, and now it's my turn again!" For the second time Carrie's slender body twisted convulsively. She drove her pubic bone up against the dog's body and rubbed it furiously as the climax knifed through her. Again she cried out. It was lovely! It was fantastic!
The big dog's excitement and Carrie's thrashing around threw Sam backwards from her. Even with his knob swollen, the frenzy of their fucking and the slippery state of her cunt made his cock pop free. The raw, slippery shaft smacked against her tummy, white strings of cum still leaping from the plum-like knob. The stuff spattered across her flesh. She saw the droplets cling to her nipples, felt hot jets against the underside of her chin. And then a string of it went across her closed lips. It seemed natural for her to open them and run her tongue out.
"Mmmm, you don't taste bad, Sam!" Though she was through with coming, the taste of him excited her again. For the first time she began to think of actually giving Sam a good old fashioned blow job.
The banging on the front door was what broke her out of her high, hot daze. Carrie moaned and pulled her nightie over her cummy body and made it somehow to the living room. She didn't know who in hell it was but she wasn't in any mood for a salesman, that was for sure.
"Girl Scout Cookies for sale," the little girl said. Since she was accompanied by a somewhat older female, Carrie guessed they were sisters. The little one didn't seem to notice Carrie's disheveled state but the teeny-bopper sure did.
"We're your neighbors," said the older one, a raven-haired nymph. "I ... I thought Justin went to work today." Her almond eyes scanned the length of Carrie's body. She could probably smell the hot musk of sex and if she was experienced enough to know what cum smelled like, she could smell that too, Carrie thought.
"He is gone." And then Sam ran out between her legs, his cock still fully extended from it's sheath. Again, the little girl missed it all. The older sister missed nothing. Her eyes grew large and she began to chew on her bottom lip.
"I'm Sarah. I just came over with my little sis to see if you might like to buy some of these...."She stared at a string of white cum that was leaking down Carrie's ankle. " ... cookies."
"Why don't you come back when Justin's home. He didn't leave me a single dime, today, so I can't really help you out."
"Oh, sure, that's okay." Sarah backed a few steps. Carrie noticed that the nymph's breasts were heaving a little too rapidly for normal breathing. Unconsciously, she pushed a hand under one of them. "Well ... goo'bye."
Carrie watched the pair hurry back down the sidewalk and then down the road. She went to the bathroom to start a tub running. She was worrying if maybe the little teenybopper had seen too much. But once in the warm water she forgot the incident. She was just thinking of the next time she could play with Sam. Or Justin. She couldn't decide which she liked best.
* * *
It was later that day when Carrie was about to go shopping that she heard someone at the door again. Sure enough there stood the skinny, black-haired doll from next door. Her large, brown eyes smiled up at Carrie as she started talking.
"Sometimes Justin lets me clean up the house for a few bucks. I earn extra spending money that way. So I was wondering since you're staying with Justin now if maybe you needed some help."
"How old are you?" Carrie asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
"Fifteen." Sarah shrugged. "Too young to get a regular job."
"Well, the place is kind of a mess. And if you say that Justin lets you clean for him, why it's okay with me. I hate to clean house."
On her way down the walk, Carrie gave Sam a scratching behind his ears and the dog's cock poked out a little from his sheath. Glancing back at the house, Carrie frowned.
"You be a good dog while I'm gone, you hear?" Inside the sweeper was already going. So what was she worrying about? But there was something in the air. Carrie couldn't quite put her finger on it.
At the market she stocked up on groceries for the coming week, told the clerk to put it on Justin's . bill and asked if she could use a cart to roll the sacks home. It was nice just not having to go to work, she thought as she pushed the shopping cart down the sidewalk. It wasn't far back to Justin's place, and she'd only been gone a half hour or so but when she came to the front door, she sensed something was wrong.
"I wonder where Sam is. He always comes out to meet me."
In the next moment she found out exactly where Sam was.
The sweeper hose lay across a chair as if Sarah had stopped in the middle of her sweeping. When she heard a moan from the bedroom. Carrie forgot about bringing the groceries in. Tip-toeing down the hall, she peeked in.
"Uhhhh," Sarah gasped, panting hard. The skinny young girl was on her hands and knees, her short skirt flung up over her back. Sam had chewed the crotchband out of her panties and now the pale blue nylon hung in shreds around a young cunt that was sparsely furred with black curls. Sam was licking Sarah's cunt and it glistened with juice and saliva. Whenever the girl tried to crawl away, Sam sank his teeth into the muscle of her calf.
"Ohhhhh, god, somebody help me!"
Carrie almost moved forward into the room to run Sam off. But something stopped her. She could see that the girl was no virgin. Sometime in her young life she'd either broken herself with a finger or been fucked by some eager young lad.
The tear in her hymen was obvious and as Sam mounted her and gripped her slender neck in his strong jaws, Carrie just stood there.
"Whhhaaaaa!" Sarah cried, squirming as that hot, slick cock parted her inner lips. Then Sam thrust and the sound of penetration made Carrie clasp her own cunt. She was reliving the first time Sam had raped her. She was remembering the keen excitement of it, the pulse-pounding hungers that surged through her.
"Mhhhhuuhhh," the raven-haired teenager moaned, her cunt tightening as more of the red cockshaft slipped in. Her boyish ass began to buck. Gently at first as she got used to being so full, then more wildly as the gouging, stabbing friction brought pleasure to her young clit.
"Ohhh, he's fucking me! Ohhhh, god, god, god!"
"Poor little thing," Carrie breathed to herself. Sara had let Sam into the house herself. Carrie waited until she was sure Sarah was enjoying herself. Then she stripped off her own clothes and hurried into the room.
"Come on, get him on the bed and we can both play!"
"What?" The poor teenybopper turned bright red and looked like she was about to sink through the floor. Sam was still plunging at her hot little hole and she was too excited to stop writhing.
"Who do you think he learned all this technique from?" Carrie asked, winking. The girl continued to blush but she seemed to relax some. As much as any young girl could with a big dog cock stuck halfway into her pussy.
Carrie pulled Sam off of Sarah and made him get on the bed. Sarah looked shyly at Carrie's nakedness and seemed upset about her own disheveled condition.
"Aw, come on, and strip the rest of your clothes off. I've never tried Sam with another chick."
"I feel awful for you seeing me like this...." Sarah looked at Sam. "With him."
"You wanted to play with him, didn't you?"
The teenager lowered her eyes, then nodded slowly.
"When I saw you earlier I just knew you'd been fooling with Sam-When I was younger I used to watch his cock get big. We had a dog too, a female and...."
"You don't have to explain. Come on, let's play with Sam!"
"You don't think badly of me? You won't tell?"
"Don't be silly."
Sarah undressed as quickly as she could, looking sideways at Carrie every so often. It was obvious that she wasn't accustomed to being nude before strangers. But as soon as they got onto the bed together and Carrie started playing with Sam's cock, Sarah forgot some of her self-consciousness.
"I thought I was the only one who ever thought about doing naughty things with dogs," she admitted. "I feel better knowing that you do it."
"Have you ever thought of licking one?"
Sarah shook her head vehemently. "Oh, no! Not that!"
"Why don't you try?" Carrie put her own mouth down to lick Sam's hot, red meat. The dog floundered, humping his ass wildly as her licks inched closer to his plum-like glans. Sarah was obviously excited by, this erotic spectacle but she crossed her thin arms over small breasts and shook her head again.
"Watch," Carrie whispered. She formed her mouth into a wet, hot O and slid it down over Sam's pricktip. There was a sucking sound as she took that bulging knob to the back of her throat and swallowed around it. The dog went crazy. He yipped and writhed, his paws working in the air like he was trying to run uphill.
"He likes it, doesn't he?" Sarah breathed. Her cunt was blossomed wide now and Carrie could see the juicy, velvet-soft flesh.
"It feels nice to lick him," Carrie moaned when she'd pulled her lips free again. "Try it!"
"Well...." Carrie helped the teenybopper into the right position. She told her to face Sam's .cock and nestle her hot little cunt down against the dog's mouth. Though Carrie had never tried it like that herself, this seemed a perfect time to experiment. And sure enough, the young nymph's hot pussy dripped juice onto Sam's tongue and he quickly got the idea. As Sarah tested his penis with the very tip of her tongue, the big dog began to lap hungrily at her stretched pussy. He wet her inner lips thoroughly and when they bloomed out to expose the depths of her young crevice, he licked her there too. He had her clit now, growling low in his throat as his tongue washed it with hot saliva. Sarah was pressing her lips against his glans, still afraid to suck him all the way in.
"Ahhhh ... ohhh, god, the way he's licking me, makes me want to suck him!"
"Yeah, that's the spirit."
"Ohhhhh!" Sarah closed her eyes and grasped Sam's cock with both hands. Her small fingers already glistened from the dog's juices and her lips were smeared with it. As she let his glans slip between her teeth, Carrie thought she'd never seen anything so blatantly erotic in her life. She rubbed her own hot pussy and wished she could join the youngster.
"Mhhhhuuuhhh," Sarah gasped, mouth full of cock. Her cunt muscles contracted sharply and as the dog's tongue continued to wash her, Carrie knew that the girl was going to come. It didn't take long for the really young ones. "Ohhhhh!"
But what surprised Carrie most of all was when Sam spurted. Instead of shrieking and pulling her mouth loose, the black-haired teenybopper made hungry suckling noises in her throat and slurped at the swollen, spurting cock.
"Oh, wow," Carrie sighed, watching the white froth drip from the corners of Sarah's mouth. She was sliding her lips up and down the raw flesh of Sam's erection, milking him, getting it all. And the dog's mouth burrowed hotly into the teenager's pussy, licking her until at last she popped her mouth free of him and screamed.
Sarah's slim back arched sharply and she threw her head back. Her hips bucked over the dog's bared fangs. He chewed and licked and slurped at her feverish pubes as the convulsive throes shuddered through her. Carrie plunged three fingers into her own hole and watched.
She had to catch Sarah when the girl's hot spasms ended with one last jerk and she fell to the side, her face delirious.
"Ohhhh, what happened to me?"
"You're fantastic,' Carrie whispered, smoothing black hair off the girl's sweaty brow.
"I ... I am?"
"You did what I've been wanting to do."
"It tasted funny. I kind of like it."
"You must have tasted some before. I mean from a guy." Carrie saw the girl blush again.
"Yeah. Once. My old boyfriend. It was the night of the school dance and I had on a panty girdle and...."
"You don't have to explain, baby," Carrie laughed. "You don't have to explain it at all."
While the young girl rested, Carrie bided her time until she saw that Sam was aroused again. He seemed to know that more was expected of him today. Carrie straddled the big dog from the front and after slipping her pussy down over his rigid prick, began to do a snake-hipped dance, skewering herself slowly and deeply.
"Does Justin know that you do these things with Sam?" Sarah wanted to know.
"No. And I'm not going to tell him. It's more fun having a secret lover."
"Especially when he's a dog," chirped Sarah, rubbing a finger up and down her slit. "Ohhh, hurry and do it with him, Carrie. I can't wait for him to cum inside me!"
"Me neither," Carrie gasped, her ass plunging, her fingers buried deep in Sam's neck fur. "Ohhhh, god, and it's gonna be a good one!"
