The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy. Indeed, such passions may be so strongly repressed and hidden that they will emerge only under the most extreme conditions. When this happens, the individual involved is often as startled as those around him.
Laura Beddingfield is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity lies coiled like a snake, awaiting only the proper stimulus to arouse it.
MOM'S ANIMAL LOVE-the story of a girl who must come to terms with her own nature and needs. A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Laura Beddingfield rubbed her fingers over her gown, nervously glancing over one shoulder at the wall clock. No, her daughter wouldn't be home for at least another hour. Janie was at the school's Friday night dance with Norm Dickinson.
"Oh!" The cry escaped her lips, a cry of sexual frustration, the cry of a woman in heat who was unable to do anything about it. Men! They wanted only one thing, then left women high and dry! She sucked in her lower lip, biting down hard, relishing the pain, hoping it would keep her mind off that damned itchy tingle that was growing worse with every passing second. Hugging the soft bathrobe around her body, Laura leaned against the sink, closing her eyes and feeling the world whirling around her. Her ex-husband had walked out on her years ago for some little blonde chippie. He walked out, leaving her with a new-born baby to care for. How she hated him, hated all men from that moment on! No man would touch her. No man would ever snake between her legs and ... and stick his cock up her pussy!
But how she missed the sensation of having a man's hairy body wriggling on top of hers, feeling his balls nestling between her thighs while his dick fucked in and out of her pussy.
"Ughhhh...."
Laura rubbed her arms. Thinking like that could be dangerous. Even now she felt her labes filling up with blood, swelling open, exposing the dark-red moist pussymeat. Even the rub of the bathrobe against her flesh made her shudder. It was worse tonight, much worse than it had ever been. Her flesh felt as if a tiny electrical current were passing through it, centering on her clit. Horrible! Awful! If only she could master that feeling, she would be all right. After some soul-searching, Laura had managed to find her niche, had managed to land a good job and provide a decent home for her and her daughter. She had everything-a car, expensive house, a promising career-everything except a cure for her aching cunt! "Oh God!"
How her forehead burned! Laura was surprised she was this hot. God in heaven, would it ever end? At times the woman had felt she could conquer her sexuality, bury it under a mound of work and concern for her daughter's welfare. But at times like these, when she was alone with her own thoughts, staring at the four blank walls-at times like these Laura yearned for a man's touch, for a man's ... cock!
"Oh!"
Her thoughts were interrupted when Jake, the pet German shepherd, trotted in from the living room and stopped in the doorway. He was staring at her, his dark-brown eyes glistening. How strange! Laura felt suddenly more giddy, more excited than before. It was stupid. The dog had been affectionate the past few days, rubbing up against her legs during dinner, sniffing at her ... no, that was impossible! He couldn't tell if ... if she was in heat!
Laura passed her fingers over her eyes, realizing the animal had come in for his evening feeding. Of course! He was hungry. She felt her body relax from some unknown fear, some unknown tension that had arisen the moment Jake had trotted in.
"Just a minute, boy. Just a minute," Laura whispered, surprised at how shaky her voice had become. She'd have to take another shower, let that cold water splash over her body, into her cunt, cool off the hot meat throbbing maddeningly now.
Turning around, she held her robe tightly in one hand while stretching the other up to the higher cabinets where she kept the dog food. Jake lowered his head, his thick gray fur bristling around his throat, his tail wagging. Searching for cans of food, Laura felt something warm against her right ankle. Tensing, she backed away, instinctively drawing her bathrobe closer to her tits.
"What...?"
A strange tingle shot up and down her spine as her bare feet shuffled over the floor. Laura found herself moving back, her plump ass pressed hard against the front edge of the counter. Jake was standing there, his jaws opened, his long pink tongue hanging out. She saw the double row of sharp white fangs contrasted sharply with the red of his maw. What a powerful animal he was. And he appeared to be stalking her, circling her, the way a wolf circles its prey just before attacking.
This is silly! Laura told herself.
And yet she felt as if she were pinned against the sink counter by those hypnotic eyes. Her heart was pounding hard, so hard she thought it was going to tear right through her ribcage! She found herself panting, panting as heavily as Jake. How handsome and powerful he looked, standing there, his bushy tail now wagging slowly from side to side, his body trembling, the muscular sides heaving in and out while his nostrils quivered. He was sniffing the air between them. Could he be smelling her, sniffing the aroma of her hot cunt as juice seethed from her hole and trickled through her cunthairs?
"No, no," Laura said. She was losing her mind-or so she told herself. There she was, standing foolishly in front of an animal, pretending he had the same feelings that a man would have if he were there staring at her, wanting to peel her robe open and stare at her naked body.
The thought was overwhelming. She had to get to the shower, run under the cold water, drive those terrible thoughts out of her mind before she went crazy! Laura forced herself to move, staggering past Jake toward the doorway. To her surprise, she found the German shepherd following her, letting out a low, throaty growl that made the hair on the nape of her neck stand up.
What was happening to her? She stood frozen by the doorway, her path blocked by the growling animal. She had seen him like this twice. Both times he had confronted some seamy-looking character who had been hanging around the house. Jake hadn't attacked the man. But he had snapped his jaws, frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal while the intruder ran for his life. It was almost that same kind of growl, that same kind of look Jake had now.
Laura shivered, thinking she could feel his fangs tearing at her flesh, ripping out her throat! She let out a whimpery gasp, backing away again, feeling terror knifing through her soul.
"No, oh God! No!" She could only whisper. Her vocal cords seemed paralyzed with fear. The dog crept closer, his throaty growl becoming lower, shakier ... as shaky as her fingers that now fluttered over the front of her dressing gown. No, no, the dog couldn't ... oh, he couldn't be aroused!
"Get away, Jake. Go!" she said in an unconvincing tone of voice.
He barked twice, then moved up, pressing his cold snout against her ankle. That touch! That light, feathery touch of his nose rubbing over her warm flesh, the feel of his breath blowing against her skin made her stiffen. She felt her pussy oozing juice. Oh, what on earth was happening to her? Women who did these kind of things with animals were good only for scorn ... or dirty jokes.
"Get away!" she said, raising one hand over her head and slapping down.
Jake growled, wheeling around. The blow missed him completely, but it gave Laura a chance to get away. She held her robe tightly to her waist, as if letting go would somehow make her let go of her moral reality.
"Oh God, have to get out, have to...." she panted, stumbling down the darkened corridor. She felt so heavy, unable to move one foot in front of the other. It was dream-like, this slow-motion that was affecting her sense of reality. The woman panicked, stretching both arms in front of her the moment she heard Jake pursuing her.
"Oh please, please! God in heaven, let me reach my bedroom," she whispered, bolting into the living room and heading toward the staircase. To her left, the fire burned brightly in the fireplace, the cheery atmosphere seeming to mock her desperation.
"Oh, my God!"
The dog was faster, moving in front of her again, his paws braced widely apart on the floor, his fangs looking threatening.
"Down, Jake, down!"
The animal was swarming around her legs now, barking, growling, doing everything to prevent her from reaching those damned stairs! Laura clutched her bathrobe again, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of one hand. No, this couldn't go on. "Jake, stop it!"
She felt his damp nose on her calf. It went away, then came back against her thigh. She kicked out, hitting the animal squarely on the nose. Jake whimpered, wheeled around, then lunged for her again. This time he struck paydirt. She was halfway up the stairs when she felt his nose slide between her thighs and bump up against her cuntal mound. Laura's eyes widened at the electricity generated by that touch. She cried out, holding her hands to her mouth, afraid of admitting to herself that she was hot ... hot and rutting for that damned animal.
"No! Get away!"
Laura slapped down again. She tried kicking at him again. But this time Jake swirled behind her easily. Soon the woman felt his hot breath on the tender surfaces of her inner thighs. She felt giddy, weak. Was that what it was like for those women who did this sort of thing? Laura had overheard some dirty men talking one day in a diner. They were describing a show they had seen in Mexico, a show involving a woman and a dog, then ending with another woman who first sucked off a donkey, then turned around and let the beast mount her. They saw Laura sitting there turning red and proceeded to go into detail about how the woman wiggled her ass, how she spread her legs farther apart to let the donkey slide his fat dick in up to the brass ring wrapped around his cockroot. When they talked about how the cum sprayed all over her pussyhole, Laura sprang up, left without paying her bill, feeling as if she were going to faint from humiliation. She knew they were enjoying her horror. They were probably sitting there with hard-ons, practically cumming in their pants when she got up and stalked out of the diner. Men! They were always degrading women for their own silly thrills.
And what if those men could see her now, standing in her own living room, swaying from side to side, drunk with eroticism, and all because of a dog! They would say they were right-that women enjoyed doing anything when the mood was right. Was it right tonight? Was she going to slip off her robe, get down on her hands and knees and let Jake slip his ... no, no, she couldn't even finish the sick question in her own mind.
"Jake ... ohhhhhhh!"
She was growing weaker by the second. Why were her hands and shoulders shaking so? If she wasn't supposed to be aroused, why was her cunt hot and wet, the labes folding over one another, moving, sucking at nothing? Oh, it was too awful to contemplate!
"Got to get, got to get ... ughhhh ... away from here...."
She was panting, panting like a dog. She grasped frantically at the end table, steadying herself while the living room seemed to spin around her. Jake boldly nudged her thighs apart.
"Oh!"
He was licking her ass. Laura felt the roughness of his tongue going up into her asscrack, felt his heavy breath blowing through her pussyhairs.
"This is horrible ... sick," she gasped, her words sounding lost, empty in the big house. "Ugnhhhhhhh...."
She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cuntal juice that seemed to flood from her pussy. She could tell Jake liked it. He loved sniffing it, tasting it as it trickled down her thighs toward her ankles. She felt his tongue lapping it up. He moved under her gown, his tail wagging back and forth, as he raised up the hem of the robe.
"No, bad dog!"
But the animal kept ignoring her, lapping noisily at her crotch. She felt her damp labes stretching apart. He was trying to get at the folds and hollows of her pussy, wanting to taste all her cuntmeat. No, no! Then his hot tongue grazed her clit. Gasping from the unbelievable sensation, Laura shoved her hands down, gathering the robe around her ass and thighs once more and staggering forward toward the stairs.
"Please, please leave me alone! Oh, Jake, get away from me. Oh God, why won't he listen to me!" she cried, grasping the handrail weakly.
Laura rested her forehead on her whitened knuckles, her mind swimming around her. She felt as if she were falling, falling into a dark, deep pit. The dog was pulling her there, tugging at her robe with those killing fangs. If she gave in to him, in to her darker self, she'd be lost forever. She had to fight that throbbing ache sapping all her strength.
"Oh, nooooo...."
He was licking her again, licking her fingers, trying to get at her cunt again. She tried hitting at the big dog again. But this time he plunged right through her weak defenses. He shoved his head between her legs, jerking it up and shoving his snout into the warm, furry, moist cuntal slit.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Laura's knees buckled. It was only with a determined effort that the woman managed to hold onto the handrail. If she fell, if she wound up on the floor, it would be the end. The dog would have what she dreaded giving him. And on the floor, Laura knew she would give it willingly.
"Oh, oh, ohh!"
How her cunt burned! It felt as if someone had set fire to her frazzled blonde cunthairs. Her pet German shepherd was doing this to her! Her knees shook again. The dog was moving his snout up. One wet lick rubbed right over the red, rounded bottom of her clit. Her sense of reality was slipping away. She bit her bottom lip. Surely she could find the energy to run from the house, to rush outside and scream for help. The neighbors would understand, would shoot the animal when he came bolting out the front door for her. But no, she stayed inside, gathering her gown around her knees, panting, gasping with horror and delight as Jake had his way with her.
Laura raised her hand. Jake ducked back. She pushed forward, staggering awkwardly around to the bottom of the stairs. Again she felt his furry warm body bump her legs. She felt the brush of that cold nose.
"Get away!" she screamed.
Once at the top, Laura ran down the long hall. She was more panicked now, pursued once more by the German shepherd. She could hear the animal's paws padding after her. Yes, they were supposed to be intelligent dogs. Part wolf and with a wolf's cunning. They could be mean too, and again Laura remembered Jake's awful behavior when that seedy-looking man came lurking about the house. "Ohhh!"
She was trying to get to her bedroom when she felt something terribly sharp and warm bite her ankles. It was Jake biting her! He wasn't trying to really hurt her. He was just teasing, toying, trying to bring her down to his level. Laura jerked her foot away, kicking him in the face.
The hall was dark. Laura searched frantically for her bedroom door. She'd lived in this house for all these years and now she was too confused to find her own bedroom! Jake was swirling around her ankles again, trying to trip her, to bite her, to bring her down to the floor.
He succeeded. As she staggered to her bedroom, Jake moved in front of her, tripping her. The young woman pitched forward, her hair streaming out behind her, her robe opening and slipping partially from her shoulders. She struck her head against the door molding. Laura tumbled to the floor, the heavy bathrobe sliding from her body.
"My God! MY GOD!"
She was lying there in the doorway, spread open, naked, vulnerable to the sex-hungry dog's attack.
Laura was moving her ass back and forth. She could feel the carpet scratching her sweaty ass. Curling her fingers, she dug them into the soft piling, not believing what was happening to her. She tried sitting up, tried pushing the big dog away. But the woman was far too dizzy to do anything. She was so close to slipping, to letting that animal ... touch her again.
"No, get away!"
But Jake was too turned on. He was between her legs now, that big furry hulk looking evil. His ears were pricked, while his head was dropped low, close to her quivering snatch. Jake was growling, that wonderful exciting growl of arousal that made her squirm on the carpet. She had to be losing her mind to be doing something like this ... and right out in the hall, exposing herself like some common slut.
"UGHHHHH...."
There was no doubt Laura was letting this happen. She felt him climbing onto her. Her heels dug into the carpet as she tried squirming away from the panting German shepherd.
"No, I won't let this ... this happen. It can't, it won't."
But there was little Laura could do about it. Now she was gasping for breath, trying to fight off the dog while her pussy was throbbing like an opened wound. She could feel her cunt lips rubbing together as she wormed away from Jake. The woman tried crawling away from her pet, tried crawling into her darkened bedroom.
"No, no, no...."
But when he stuck his nose under her hot cuntal mound, Laura felt her strength disappear. The touch, that cold, gentle, sexy touch made her spine curl and her flesh crawl. She jerked to one side, her knees hitting the side of the doorway while she flipped back onto her ass, opening her thighs to the big animal.
He was whining, wiggling his doggie hips from side to side, shaking his knobby dick while licking her. Laura felt petrified. The first touch of that dog's tongue had made her stomach tighten with fear. But why wasn't she hitting him? Why had she stopped trying to get away, to crawl into her bedroom? Instead she lay there quietly, spread wide open for the animal, encouraging him to do even more to her!
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Confusion whirled about in her head. Unbelievable! Laura found herself opening her legs to the big dog. She was flat on the floor, her head rolling from side to side, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her damp cheeks. She had raised her knees up now, the soles of her feet flat on the floor. Tensing her thigh and butt muscles, Laura was hunching up, feeding the hungry animal her cunt. Up and down, up and down she threw her pussy, swaying her ass sexily back and forth in tight little circles.
Jake loved it. He was going wild, his tongue slopping over the tender folds of her cuntal flesh. Each lick brought more juice from her cunthole, created more electric sensations of sexual delight that drove her wild. Again and again Laura banged her knees against the doorway molding, not caring if she were hurting herself. Crying excitedly, she felt Jake lapping at her cuntlips. Yes, she could actually hear his tongue slopping over her labes, unsticking them, peeling them apart so he could get to the tasty meat inside. In a flash of thrilling realization Laura knew that the dog was tasting her-smelling and tasting her cunt. Nothing was sacred any more. She had opened herself to her pet dog and he was ravishing her shamelessly. "Ugnhhhhh...."
He was touching her clit with his tongue now. She shuddered with the growing consuming fever Jake was giving her. It was so completely uninhibited, the sex play of a wild animal about to satisfy his natural urges. He was resting on his belly now, his paws shoved against her buttocks while his maw shoved in and out of her cunthole. She could feel his hot breath over her cuntal curls as he drenched her pussy over and over, again and again.
"Jake ... Jake...."
Laura didn't dare think of what was happening to her. No, she couldn't think about what she was doing-letting a dog have sex with her. It was something she perhaps could never admit even in the privacy of her bedroom.
"Oh God, God...."
Laura felt consumed by her wild sexuality. She moved her hands down, circling trembling fingers over her flat belly. How warm her flesh was! Was the dampness she felt sweat or the animal's spit? Oh, what did it matter anyway? She had gone this far, why should she complain if the dog missed his mark and licked down her belly?
"Oh, oh, oh...."
Moving her fingers down farther, she felt at the squishy, steamy mess between her legs. How good it felt to trace her fingertips over the tense, eager labes of her pussy! She felt them convulsing at her touch, buckling in from sexual heat. Laura had had no idea she was this hot. All those years of ignoring men had now come to this. Now she was stretched out on the floor, naked, in front of this German shepherd while he continued to rape her with his maw.
"Yes, oh Christ in heaven, yes...."
It didn't matter. What Laura now wanted was a cum, a good hard orgasm that would send her crashing through the ceiling. It had been so long since she'd felt her clit stimulated, since she'd felt her cuntal walls crash in, milking a cock, feeling jizz splatter against the slick membranes. The thought of a cum, of a giant orgasm, sent the woman even higher up the sexual ladder.
Jake growled, sensing her rising excitement. He whined, bathing the very bottom of her ass with hot spit. Laura growled almost as loudly as the animal, kicking both legs up off the floor and spreading them as widely apart as she could. She rolled back until the weight of her body was supported on her shoulderblades. It felt so wild, so good having the animal's tongue trailing down through her asscrack, touching her shitter!
He was licking her all over now, wetting down her asscheeks so heavily that they glistened in the dim light reflected from the downstairs living room. Laura was breathing through flared nostrils, her face a mask of contorted lust. She felt wet, so wet down there between her legs! Her ass, her thighs, her legs, her cunt ... all of it was so hot and wet! When Laura managed to push herself up on her elbows, the force of what was happening to her hit her like a bomb. She saw the dog's tongue sloshing in and out of her cunthole, his maw disappearing at times as it slipped into her convulsing cunt. She saw her juices slicking down his nose, wetting down the short hairs that covered his pointed snout. He was so good, so wonderfully, awfully good in spite of the horror of what he was doing. Laura's eyes were wide, glazed, filled with both revulsion and lust as she watched the dog's pink wet tongue disappear once more between the moist, fleshy membranes of her pussylips. Shuddering and throwing her head back, Laura slipped to the floor, digging her fingertips into the soft carpet. "Nooooo...."
She was going to cum, actually cum with that damned dog's nose up her cunt! It was something that almost made her laugh. She would have laughed too if the rushing thrills attacking her cunt weren't so strong. All the woman could do now, however, was groan-groan and squirm while the dog speeded up his cunt-licking.
"Noooo!"
Laura closed her eyes tightly once more, snapping her head from side to side. It was becoming so hard to breathe! Her chest was tight, her throat constricted, her mouth as dry as cotton! She seemed to be floating off the floor, sailing across the hall on some golden cloud. She thrashed, feeling herself rocketing closer and closer to that white-hot moment of sexual madness.
"Oh, oh God! I'm ... oh God, I'm going to ... to CUMMMMM!"
It was true. She couldn't believe it for a second. But what she'd feared earlier was going to happen. She could feel herself teetering on the brink, growing closer and closer to the moment when she would pitch over the edge and wind up thrashing in orgasm.
And Jake knew of her excitement. His pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack. It was so good, so shamelessly good. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction. The woman fanned her fingers out along the dog's neck now, raising her feet from the floor. Laura was inching her knees back, actually assuming the position of a woman being fucked by her husband or lover. Did she want him to fuck her? Did she really want the dog to mount her, stick that strange knobby thing into her cuntal crack? Laura wasn't sure what she wanted. She needed to have that itchy sensation taken care of. Yet it hurt at the same time it pleased!
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!"
Spittle oozed from the corners of her mouth. She started moving her ass back and forth again, hunching it up, letting it fall back down hard on the floor, then hunching it up wildly again. Up and back, up and back, until her ass was moving in a regular fucking action. She twisted from side to side so she could feel the dog's fangs pressing against her slick cuntal lips. She wanted to feel his tongue against her clit.
As if he could read her mind, the animal started sliding his tongue over her tiny sex spindle, petting it, stroking it, until Laura thought she was going to piss from the growing excitement! Again and again the dog lapped at her clit until Laura knew it was only seconds before the maddening rush of her cum began!
"UNGHHHHHHH!"
Laura was working her ass around in frantic circles. Jake's sexy lapping seemed to be everywhere at once. He was touching her clit again! She cried out, kicking her legs up. Again she banged her heels against the doorway molding. Sweat covered her twisting body as she shot up to climax. Bombs seemed to be exploding all around her. Lights flashed. It had rarely been like this, even with her good-for-nothing ex-husband.
"Noooo!"
The more she moved, the more pleasure the dog seemed to bring to her tormented mind. When she was about to pop off, however, Jake backed off, sliding his tongue back down her asscrack to her shitter. Laura groaned, trying to roll her ass down. Jake growled, brushing his killer fangs over her buttocks.
"Nooooooo!"
Closer. Oh so much closer! The attractive blonde woman was a raving animal now, her cunt burning, red-hot, slick from the flowing juices of her body and Jake's spit. Her cuntal walls were spasming, buckling in from the rising sexual heat. Laura could feel the tense muscles of her cunt trying to grab onto the animal's snout. She was quivering on the edge of her climax. The woman kicked her legs up high once more, fanning out her toes until they cramped.
"Cummmmmmm!" Laura shouted the word out, not caring if the neighbors could hear or not.
Gasping, wheezing, she heard the animal give out a sharp bark. Yes, she was going to cum. Oh, if only she could have a cock in her cunt, something good and hot and hard pressing back her slippery pussy folds, filling her cunt while she came.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh!"
It was only a second away. Laura teetered on the brink, clawing the carpet, kicking the molding of the bedroom doorway with her feet. She couldn't have cared if her daughter had suddenly walked in and caught her spread apart like this with Jake still eating away at her cunt. She twisted on the carpet, panting, wheezing, gasping with wild delight while kicking her legs from side to side. She could feel the cool draft blowing against her spit-slickened buttocks.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Laura pitched on the floor, bucking her ass against Jake's maw. She could feel those fangs pressing wildly against her cuntal membranes. The acute tickle brought babbling groans of pleasure from her throat. It was too much for her to endure. Drawing her arms weakly up, she raked her fingers over his fur. It was going to happen! It was actually going to happen!
"Cummmmmmm!" she shouted again.
Laura felt her blonde hair splashing over her cheeks. It was as if someone were scraping the top of her clit with a rusty blade. Her breaths became shuddering moans. The dog was licking and nuzzling and panting his breath against her cunt. Hot juice was flooding out now, making the smacking sounds of the German shepherd's tongue become almost deafening to the thrashing woman.
"Nooooooo! GOD!"
It happened. He was drilling his tongue into her when it happened. Her heart threatened to tear through her ribs. Laura pitched and jerked on the carpet, feeling her cunt snap shut on Jake's snout again and again. The growling animal didn't seem to mind. He stayed with her, his paws now resting on her parted thighs, his tongue dripping again and again into her cumming pussy.
She hadn't felt this wild since her first experience with her ex-husband. She jerked, thrashing and bucking against the dog's maw while his wonderful tongue attacked every sensitive nerve-ending in her pussy. Laura had forgotten just how deliciously good sex could be. And it had to be a dog, a God damned dog that reminded her! She blocked that thought from her mind once more, enjoying the consuming orgasm ripping her to pieces.
Slowly, gradually, the spasms settled down. When she opened her eyes once more, Laura found herself alone ... as alone as she'd ever been. It was such an empty feeling ... having this wonderful glow settling over her flesh and no one, no man or dog, to share it with. She shivered, closing her eyes and thinking over what had just happened. When she was high, of course she didn't think of Jake ... didn't think of him as a dog licking her. But now she felt filthy because of that animal.
Of course it wasn't the dog's fault. He was just a dumb animal, following her lead. Instinctively she had led him up here, encouraged him.
"Ohhhh...."
How her head throbbed! Slowly, painfully, the woman raised herself from the floor, holding her head in both hands. How dark and silent the hall was now. Jake? He was probably downstairs wondering where his food was. Well, he'd just have to wait until she showered and ... and dressed.
Carefully the woman staggered to her feet, bent down and picked up her robe, then padded off to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower and turning on the water, Laura twisted her naked body in the cleansing stream. Nothing, however, could wash away the fact that she'd wallowed on the floor with an animal. It was an act too disgusting to mention, too revolting even to think about. And yet her cunt still glowed with the memory of that dog's tongue sloshing over the lips of her pussy and petting her clit.
Laura found herself breathing hard all over again as she stepped from the tub and patted herself dry. She thought she could still feel Jake's tongue sloshing over her slit, wetting down her bouncing asscheeks.
"This is stupid," she whispered to herself, throwing her robe over her shoulders and tying the belt tight around her waist.
She wrapped her wet hair in a towel, then went downstairs to the kitchen. Sure enough, Jake was there, acting like a spry pet once more. He looked on, his bushy tail revolving slowly as she opened the refrigerator and dug around in the back until she found the steaks she'd taken out of the freezer earlier. Unwrapping one large T-bone Laura put it on a platter and set it down before the big dog. He went after it, hacking at the bones with his teeth, holding the bloody meat down with one forepaw as he tore at it with his fangs. Laura bit her lip as she watched. He was just an animal, really. And yet he'd done things to her that had an almost human quality!
"Oh God, I'm losing my mind," she said, turning and walking back to the living room. She glanced at the wall clock. Her daughter would be coming home soon. Thank God, she was a little late. She'd missed the spectacle of her mother getting off on a dog.
CHAPTER THREE
"You ... you're ... terrible!"
Janie Beddingfield was holding on to part of her torn blouse, tears welling up in her eyes. She was backing away from the car, her legs unsteady on the uneven ground. It was so dark out here. No one was around. Norm was standing there, his huge, thick-muscled body silhouetted in front of the car's headlights.
"Come on, Janie, there's nothin' wrong with a little foolin' around."
The teenaged girl's eyes widened. Fooling around? He wanted to ... to do terrible things to her. She could imagine what Norm's definition of fooling around was. They had been going home from the movies. Janie had had a wonderful time, even though she had to take Norm's arm away from her shoulders several times. The girl knew she was hopelessly old-fashioned. The girls around her laughed at her prudishness. But at times Janie overheard some of the boys talking, talking about those girls as if they were sluts. No, she wasn't going to be the butt of some awful jokes. She wasn't going to have her name written on bathroom walls, advertisements about how hot and good she was.
"No, you can fool around with the other girls. I'm not like that!"
More tears blurred her vision as she backed farther away. The woods were behind her. She would run, run through the forest back toward town. Surely someone would help her before she reached home.
"All girls are like ... that!" Norm called out, starting to move toward her.
"Stay away from me!"
"You want it ... want it bad. I saw you lookin' at me during the movie. Sure you kept knockin' my hand away. But man, you wanted me to touch you.
You want me to touch you right now, don'tcha?"
Janie blinked away her tears, still backing away from him. It was true, all too terribly true! Something inside her was responding to the young stud, something that made her heart thud, made her pulse rush through her veins. Her cunt was tingling, that awful, delicious feeling she'd often had while tossing and turning in her small bed at home. Then she had ... touched herself, fingering her hot little cunt, dipping in one or two fingers while letting her mind focus first on one boy, and then another. Surely that wasn't all that bad. She wasn't doing anything bad ... not like her girlfriends.
"No, you're lying. Just get away! I'll walk back home.'!
"I'm gonna fuck you Janie Beddingfield. I'm gonna shove my dick in your cunt. Now you can come with me and we'll have a good time, or you can fight me ... and you'll still have a good time."
She could see his eyes sparkling in the dark, see the smirk that made his thin lips curl. He rushed at her, grabbing for her shoulders. Janie let out a sharp cry, turned around and bolted for the woods. Her feet sank into the soft grassy dirt. She heard his booted feet pounding the ground behind her, heard his heavy breathing as he gained on her.
Janie yelled for help yet another time, her long blonde hair streaming out behind her. She felt real panic, terror knifing through her as Norm's fingers brushed her back. "Nooo!"
The young teen put on a burst of speed, gained a few feet, then stumbled, her feet becoming entangled. With a sharp cry of defeat, Janie tumbled to the ground, her hands hitting the soft dirt first while her legs gathered up under her buttocks.
She felt her blouse tearing, felt the material sliding off her shoulders as Norm stopped in front of her, his big legs spread widely apart.
"Can't go any farther, honey. This is it, man. You're gonna feel my cock goin' in and out of that little cunt. Yeah, it's gonna feel real good."
Norm was quarterback on the high-school team-first string! Janie had thought herself fortunate to be dating a young boy like that, or so it had seemed up to now.
"Get away from me, Norm. Get...."
The young football player slipped both hands under her arms, raising her up from the ground. He was so strong, so masterful! Janie felt weak standing there.
"We're gonna make it, Janie. We're gonna make it," he whispered, dropping his face to hers.
The young woman gasped, feeling his tongue lightly brushing over her lips. She had never, never been in a situation like this. Was he going to fuck her standing up? Were they going to fuck outdoors like dogs? The young woman felt ashamed that these questions were even occurring to her. She should be struggling, biting him, kicking him in the crotch, doing anything to break away once more.
But a change was happening deep inside Janie. She was becoming a woman, feeling the things a woman felt when she's with a man. The girl's heart was beating savagely while her cuntlips were swelling up.
"C'mon back to the car," he said, leading the trembling girl away from the forest.
Janie followed like a zombie, her head whirling around with conflicting thoughts. She should try to get away. And yet another part of her told her to stay with the young man, to let him do whatever he wanted to her.
"Inside."
She crawled into the front seat, feeling her ass sinking down into the soft cushions. Norm moved around to the other side, turning off the headlights as he slid in. He was fumbling with something. His zipper! Janie backed away, her eyes wide, her lower jaw trembling as she watched his fingers fluttering around his fly. She saw his Levi's halving, saw him slide his hand into the dark hole, and saw that long, thick thing slip out, throbbing in his hand.
"Ever see a cock before?"
Janie shook her head slowly from side to side, her mouth becoming dry as cotton. Only in those sex education books had the young teen seen a man's cock. And no picture could have prepared her for this thick, eight-inch cunt-splitter throbbing inches from her.
"Come on, baby, let's get comfortable," he said, reaching over.
Janie shrank back, feeling the armrest pressing painfully into her lower back. She was thinking about running again. Norm anticipated her move. He held her tight against the front seat, working her blouse up out of her skirt, tearing it even more as he pulled it over her head.
Janie felt her face flush red with shame as she sat there in her bra. He was fumbling behind her, fumbling with her bra strap. Janie struggled, whimpering. The car windows were steaming up with their heavy breathing.
"Damn it, don't move around so much," Norm muttered as he worked on her bra strap.
The young blonde teen let out a cry when she felt her halter come undone. She felt the heavy weight of her tits as they hung loose and free.
"Oh, man, feel those tits," he whispered, cupping them in his hands and shoving his fingers into the soft, resilient flesh of her tits.
No one had touched her like this! Janie stopped her struggling for the moment, closing her eyes and concentrating on that wild itching sensation racing through her cunt. Her thighs alternately chilled and flashed hotly as Norm toyed with her nipples. He was rubbing them, pinching the hard nubs between his thumbs and forefingers so hard that she squealed like a stuck pig. One of his legs was draped over hers, making any sudden, unexpected movement on her part impossible. She thrashed around, knocking his hands away several times. In the end, Janie remained still, gasping as he caught the nipples once more between his thumbs and forefingers and started squeezing.
"Ohhhhh!" Janie moaned, throwing her head back and arching her back like a cat. The young stud increased the pinching pressure on her nipples, his eyes glistening with excitement as he watched Janie wriggling on the soft front car seat. She was thrashing like a madwoman, her head falling from shoulder to shoulder while her legs pressed against his. He glanced down, seeing her skirt riding up, up to her thighs from her violent ass movements. Norm chuckled, pinching her nipples even harder.
"Oooowwwww!"
"That's it, baby, get it on," he hissed, feeling her twisting even more frantically than before. He squeezed her hard tit tips until she was gasping for relief.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried.
"Gettin' too much for you, eh? Come on, we'll try somethin' a little different."
Norm slid carefully out from under the wheel, moved around and laid the girl down on the front seat. Janie stared up, watching him unbuckle his belt and shove his trousers down to his knees. Even in the dim light she could see his heavy balls swinging back and forth and his cockhairs bristling all around that fat cockroot. She swallowed hard, not believing something that thick and long could fit into her little fuzz-covered cunt.
"Come on, baby, you're gonna feel my dick right between your tits."
He edged up, pressing his knees against the sides, of her body. Janie sucked in a deep breath, smelling something sour, something pungent that triggered her into high heat. The girl felt her cuntal walls tensing as the fat dick edged up toward her mouth.
"Yeah...."
Janie felt his hands move in from the sides, pushing her tits together while he lowered his body. Soon his cock was cushioned between her tits.
Janie sucked in a ragged breath. How odd it was to feel something that hard and warm between her tits. He was moving his cock back and forth now, sliding it over her nipples, breathing unevenly while he fucked her tits.
"Ohhhh...." Janie couldn't stop that groan of delight escaping from her throat. She felt a wetness working over her tits as Norm's body hunched into the valley between her tits. The tips of her tits and the tip of his cock scraped continually against one another, sending chills of delight through both their bodies.
"Yeah, you're groovin' on it, right, Janie? Yeah, I thought you'd be goin' nuts on it."
Janie didn't dare admit to what she was feeling. Oh, it was what her mother had warned her about ... about getting too excited while on a date. She was letting her emotions run away with her. No, she couldn't do that sort of thing. She had to ... had to give in. How could she fight someone as big and strong as Norm? Besides, her body was betraying her, making her lie there, making her enjoy the rushing thrills tearing through her cunt.
"Unghhhh...." Norm cried, throwing back his head, hunching harder into her while telling her what a good fuck she was turning out to be.
Janie felt that hot itch between her legs turn into an achy sensation. The tight pressure of Norm's hands holding her tits in place drove her wild. The insistent shoving of his cockhead against her tit tips had the girl moaning and twisting in the front seat in spite of herself. She hugged him helplessly, feeling as if she were going to crash through the ceiling. "No, no! Nooooo!"
"Easy, bitch, easy. Come on. Man, I could fuck your tits all fuckin' night. I could rub my cock between 'em 'til I shoot my cum in your mouth."
Janie had an idea Norm enjoyed talking like this. It excited him to talk dirty to her, calling her all sorts of names, explaining in detail what he was doing, what he'd like to do, and what he was going to do. At times she wanted to shout filthy words.
"Ohhhhh...."
"Now it's time to play somethin' else. Come on, into the back seat."
Janie had lost her will to fight. That tit-rubbing, all the talk, everything had thrown her morals off balance. Little did she realize that all her sexual training had broken loose. All that suppression, that desire to be a good girl had led up to this. Gasping and crying out again and again, Janie felt herself being lifted up from the front seat.
"I ... I ... ohhh...."
She couldn't even form a sentence. Janie felt herself draped over the front seat, feeling Norm snuggling under her, running his tongue up her naked belly and straight into the valley between her tits. She could feel his tongue slurping up the pool of cock juice he had left there. Then she felt herself exploding into a wild sensation as his teeth bit into her nipples.
"Oooooooh!" Her eyes closed, her nostrils flared as shocks of delicious pain raced from her tits to her cunt and back to her tits. Norm's mouth was sucking her tits hard. It was almost as if he were trying to nurse! She struggled on top of the front seat, her head nearly touching the rear cushion, her shoulderblades brushing the light overhead while her feet kicked against the dashboard. It was so hard for her to breathe.
"Noooo!"
He was biting her nipples again, his teeth sinking in. He was trying to get a tight hold on her while his rough tongue lashed over the rubbery surfaces of her nipples.
"Wanna try gettin' away now, baby? Wanna try to make your move now?"
Janie couldn't answer him. She felt his head slipping free of her tits. He was working on her skirt. As she slid over the seat, she felt her skirt being pulled off her hips. She half fell, half crawled onto the wide, long rear seat, feeling suddenly cold.
But she wasn't cold for long. No sooner had she landed on the back seat than she felt Norm climbing over her. He had shed his shirt, sliding his trousers off as well before climbing on top of her.
"Ohhh!" She was feeling a naked man snuggling up against her! This was a sensation her mother said only married women should experience. And yet she was still a virgin, feeling a man's hard, hairy body pressing up against her. It felt so wonderful, so good. She melted in that warmth, sighed when he pulled her close, spreading her legs as he nestled between them.
Norm suspected Janie was a virgin, but a virgin willing to part with her cherry when the right guy came along. Now he was sure he was right for her.
"Oh, you're nice and hot and fine," he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her neck.
Janie closed her eyes and let out a moan.
She could feel the hardness of his cock pushing into her cuntal mound. Only the soft silk of her panties kept him from slipping it into her pussy.
"Pull your legs up," he said when they were both warmed up.
Janie hesitated for an instant, then did as she was told.
Norm moved between her legs, sliding his callused fingers over the underside of her thighs while she pushed her feet up to the ceiling. He lifted her ass slightly, curling his fingers around the narrow elastic waistband and tugging down. He was stripping her, taking off the last bit of protection she had. "Ohhhh, nooo!"
The girl felt a moment's regret. But what could she do? Biting her lower lip and closing her eyes again, Janie felt her panties being pulled off her sweet young ass. She stretched her legs wide, throwing them into the air until her toes banged against the overhead. She was free, free of the last restraints of her childhood. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered what he would do next.
He dropped his head once more. But this time Norm moved down lower, not touching her hard-tipped tits. He was trailing his tongue down her belly, down past her navel, through her cuntal hairs.
Janie tensed, her shoulders wallowing against the plastic seat covers. She felt his breath on her cuntlips, felt his tongue teasing her pussy hairs. Then suddenly his mouth was sealed onto her hole. The sudden invasion of his tongue into her cunt almost made the girl go into shock.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, what ... wh-what are you doing to me?" Janie screamed, nearly fainting from the wild sensations coursing through her body and mind.
She tried to shove him back, knock his mouth away. But Norm held onto her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh while his mouth ate hungrily at her juicing young pussy. That sensation of his tongue wiggling in and out of her hole, touching her all over, drove her crazy! He was scratching that itch ... scratching it and making it worse at the same time! It was so wild, so uninhibited, making her think she was going to die from the excitement!
"Oh, please, please, don't...!"
But nothing she could say or do would deter Norm from his course. She felt his tongue sliding deeper, deeper into her pussy, his lips smoothing teasingly against her inner cuntlips. His tongue drove her wild. In and out ... how could he tongue her so deep? She was being fucked with his tongue, fucked the way men fucked women with their cocks.
"Ohhhh...."
Norm's fingers gripped the softness of her thighs, forcing her wider for him. Her cunt exploded wetly against his mouth. Without any control left, Janie started to squirm her glistening, hot cuntal folds against his mouth.
"Yeah, you move that ass real nice...."
He moved up, kissing up her belly, under her tits, mouthing one and then the other. She could smell her cunt on his cheeks. She felt faint and very flushed. She made harsh, rasping sounds as she sucked in air.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
"Come on, baby, I can't wait for this much more," Norm said, moving up. Janie felt panic once more. This was it, the moment of truth. He was going to fuck her, do that thing her mother said only good girls did with their husbands. She stiffened, her legs starting to drop down.
Norm cursed, knocked her thighs back up while he squirmed into position. She felt his legs brushing up against the backs of hers, felt his arms holding her shoulders down while her toes brushed the ceiling again. Something very hot and hard was brushing over her cuntal crack. It was his prick. It was his cock about to enter her cunt!
"I've never done this before. Oh God, I ... you're gonna hurt me!" she cried, remembering stories of her girlfriends. They told her about the bleeding, about the pain the first time a guy fucked a girl.
"It won't be bad if you relax," Norm said.
She didn't believe him. He was like all men, out to get one thing no matter how it hurt the woman. She struggled weakly under him. But he was firm, pushing his fingers through her hair and holding her face up. Something hot and hard and stiff was pressing against her outer cuntlips, already forcing its way through. Her labes flattened back. His throbbing, purple cockhead picked up her slickness and moved in, brushing against the tingling trigger of her hard, throbbing clit.
"Good, baby, good?"
"Good!" she gasped.
It was something she hadn't really wanted to say. But it was good, a wonderful sensation of being really filled, of having something hard spreading her cunt. And then the feeling of fear reappeared when he pushed forward with his hips. His hot dick was starting to hurt her a little.
"Oh, no, no! It hurts!"
"Too soon for that, baby. I'm not anywhere near your cherry."
"Ohhhh!"
Janie moved her ass from side to side, intensifying the sensation of his cockhead working into her cunt. Norm shoved. The fat bulb of his cock worked inside as her tense, eager cuntlips closed tightly over his shaft. The young stud grunted, tensed his ass once more, then shoved down.
Janie grunted with the effort of his fucking, feeling him twisting his dick around, reaming out her tight fuck channel. His cockshaft disappeared inch by thick inch.
"Ohhhh...."
The blonde teen felt her cunt being stretched wide open to take his fat dick.
"Oh God! God, do it to me!" she whispered, feeling wild.
Norm grabbed her nipples, rubbing them again, pinching them while pumping his dick in and out of her tight little cunthole. She was under him, getting fucked, having her pussy being split apart with that long, thick cock, and she loved it! "Ohhhh...."
Janie felt the pressure in her cunt become more and more intense as Norm shoved his cock in deeper. There were only two inches of prick inside her and six outside waiting to slip inside. She wanted it all sliding inside her, splitting her open, drilling into her pussy until he had her gasping for more. She reached up to pull his chest down onto her tits. It was incredible! Only minutes ago she was trying to escape from this. And now she didn't have enough!
"Unghhhhhhh!"
"Take it, baby, take it all!" he demanded, bearing down hard.
His cock pushed through her tight, slippery hole. His cockhead was bathed in the hot oil of her cunt. As it shoved aside the virgin tissues, his cock was grabbed by her sensitive, velvety pussy walls. He felt his cock run into something firm.
"Oh, no! Nooo!"
It was her cherry! The girl struggled under Norm, feeling fear, feeling nausea rushing through her stomach. The girl screamed again, feeling the. pain suddenly hit her.
"Gonna pop it, baby. Gonna take it away. It's gonna hurt for a while. But man, you ain't gonna keep me from sinkin' my dick into you."
'No! No! NO!" Janie screamed, shoving her hands against his chest, trying to squirm out from under him. The girl tucked her ass back, banging her head against the side of the car as she made one last valiant attempt to get away.
It was futile. He grabbed her by the shoulders and held her down. His weight rocked forward again as he hunched into her tight hole. His cockhead was pushing hard against the fleshy wall. His shaft was bending at the center as he bore down on her.
"Nooooo!" she shouted. The girl tossed and jerked in his grasp, still trying to escape from that shaft that seemed to be tearing her pussy to pieces.
"Shit!"
Norm lunged hard. His dick broke through her cherry in one stab of his massive dick. He shivered, his cock sore from the effort of tearing through the fleshy wall. Janie kept screaming, her arms and legs thrashing like a wild woman's as her ass danced frantically over the seat cushion. Three times she had almost lost consciousness. It was so terrible. The pain was like a knife stabbing into her groin. She kicked and screamed, trying to claw his face. But Norm held her down, fucking out her hole, then keeping his cock still while the girl became used to the fact that her cherry had been popped.
"Ohhhh, what've you done to me?" she sobbed, feeling all the strength go out of her.
"Popped your fuckin' cherry. You're gonna have all kinds of fun now, baby, and without worryin' about all the pain or shit. Yeah, it's gonna be real fine now between you and me."
They lay there quietly for several minutes, Janie with her head turned to one side, tears rolling silently from under her long blonde lashes. The pain was gradually ebbing. Sensing this, Norm started moving again, his fat mushroom-shaped cockhead working in and out of her hole.
Janie spread her legs wide apart so that his throbbing dick could fuck more easily and with more freedom.
"Fuck it! Fuck it out, baby! Yeahhh!"
Janie had thrown aside all concepts of decency and morality. She had her arms around his neck again, hugging the man who minutes ago she was trying to run away from. Shivery flames of sexual hunger raced through her body, turning her into a sex-crazed woman. She had all that cock inside her-eight inches at least. And it was so very, very thick. And she wasn't hurting. Now the pain of her burst cherry was gone. There was nothing left except the wonderful sensation of being filled, of being stretched to the limit by his dick while it rubbed and rubbed over her shivering clit.
Janie held her breath when Norm suddenly told her to be still. He said something about being ready to shoot, ready to drop his load into her cunt. She remembered what she'd read and heard about men-about how sometimes they became so excited they came and left the woman hanging there high and dry. She didn't want to be left like this while Norm dressed and left her alone!
She held her breath. Janie was aware of his legs pressing heavily down against hers. His chest, his muscled arms were under her back, his fingers pressing deeply into her buttocks. It was so hard for her to keep still, to keep her thighs from rocking back and forth, from feeling the full length and width of his embedded cock. At last she had to rock her hips just to feel his huge dick digging against her cuntal walls again.
"Janie!"
"I can't help it. It feels so good, soooo very, very good!"
"But you're tight ... so damned tight. You're gonna make me ... ughhhhh, CUM!"
Janie was breathless. He was holding her still-or trying to. He was moving his fingers between her buttocks. It made her feel wicked, naughty. He could touch her all over now. It didn't matter now that her cherry was gone. She especially liked it when his fingers strayed for a moment around the tiny, hard pucker of her asshole. There were sensitive nerve-endings there. And yet when he pushed his finger in a little, she jerked her ass away, crying out in fear.
"Don't ... ohhhh...."
"I'm trying to keep you still."
"Oh, I don't think I can."
"You gotta!"
Norm smoothed his fingers over her ass, teasing her asshole with his fingertips again. Tensing his thighs, he started fucking her in earnest, throwing in his meat in deep, long, fast strokes, then pausing, leaving only his cockhead trapped in her hole.
The result was maddening for Janie. The girl was grunting, throwing her head from side to side. Never before had she felt such a wild, all-consuming set of feelings rushing through her. She groaned and cried, feeling his hairy hardness rubbing over her body. Every nerve-ending in her body was standing on end. She spread her legs as wide as she could, begging for more dick.
"Good, baby?"
"Soooooo good," she babbled, looking up heavy-lidded at the handsome football star. Janie felt the rushing of his cock as it tore through her tight wet cunt. Before she knew it, he was hammering against her clit. This time the young man didn't stop. He kept right on going, slamming down harder and faster. His weight shook her as he hunched his way into her body over and over. The girl cried out with the force of his shoves. Her pussy was being stretched open, swelling wider and wider while his fucking made her feel as if she were going to come apart. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Flashes of incredible goodness raced through her clutching cunt. It was mind-blowing to feel his wide-flanged cockhead sliding back and forth, tugging at her pussy walls, stimulating all the vibrating nerve-endings around her hot clit-zone.
"Ohhh, baby, you're gonna bring me off if you keep movin' that way," he panted.
"I can't stop ... I just ... ughhhh, can't!" Janie admitted.
She felt like a whore. Her mother could rightfully call her a slut, a young woman who couldn't keep her ass still while this stud was rodding her. Whore! Slut! The words flashed through her mind and made her giggle. All right, she would be a whore! If feeling like this made her a slut, then she would stay a slut. This had to be the best feeling in the whole wide world!
"Oh Janie! SHIT!"
The blonde teen was moving her ass like a wild animal. She had no control, it seemed, over herself. She hunched and thrashed, finally managing to regain some will and stop the wild hunching. But even with her ass poised high, she couldn't stop the milking convulsions of her cunt. There was a rhythmic contraction of the muscles around her frothy hole. The muscular hole tightened, released, then tightened again.
"Shit, what're you doin' to me, Janie?" Norm gasped, feeling his cum boiling up from his balls into the long center fuck-tube that led to his .dickhead.
The young football player closed his eyes, shaking the sweat off his forehead, feeling his flesh flash hot with lust. Strange hot/cold sensations raced through his cockhead while the dark blue veins in his rod throbbed. He was close, close to spraying his hot jizz into her hole. Only by biting down on his lips could he keep himself from losing control.
"I can't ... help it," she stammered.
Janie sensed she wasn't as close as Norm. She wanted to keep his cock inside her as long as she could. Even though this was the first time she'd been fucked, Janie felt she had to keep his dick inside her as long as she could. Her cunt needed him there. She thought she might lose her mind if she couldn't have that hot, thick, heavy shaft clutched by her hot cunt. Yet it was so dangerous doing this.
"Oh, are you ... are you going to...." Janie didn't have the nerve to ask the question.
"Touch my balls!" he demanded.
Janie was past modesty at this point. She did as he said, her fingers moving back, finally cradling his hot nuts. She pressed them up against his groin. And then she felt something odd, something she hadn't been aware of before. Something was beating like a heart ... some powerful gland that she guessed controlled his climax. She moved her fingers, feeling his cockhairs. Back, back, she pushed her hand until she knew she was near his asshole. She felt a vibration.
"Feel it?" he moaned.
"Oh, yess," Janie moaned. Her mouth went dry.
"Easy, easy," he gasped, feeling the jizz rising again in his fat cock.
Janie was going crazy again. She couldn't keep her ass still. She had started up a gentle fucking motion again. It felt so good, so awfully, wonderfully good. She was breathing through flared nostrils, feeling completely split open, possessed by this handsome-looking high-school stud.
"Gonna finish you off now," he said.
Janie cupped Norm's balls harder. Something was happening now. She could feel the huge gland inside his body increase its spasms. It was actually jerking in time with the fury of her milking cunt. Each time her pussymouth oozed hot juice over his cockhead, the gland bucked. Norm's dick was only halfway inside her now and Janie could feel the ridge along the underside of his prick. It was the tube where his jizz would come spraying out, filling her hole. She was ready now, ready to feel his white-hot cum shoot into her.
"Now, Janie, now...."
The blonde teen was babbling as Norm grabbed her slim hips and shoved her forward and up. She let out a cry of despair as the swollen, hot cockhead slipped free from her pussy. Her convulsing cunt clasped futilely at it. But the big prick was gone for the moment.
"UGHHHHHHH!"
And then it was back, hammering against her clit all over again.
"WAWWHWHHHHH!"
The power of her climax was frightening. The shaft inside her cunt pulsed mightily as the cum flooded out, adding to the shivering storm of the girl's own orgasm. She wanted Norm, wanted him over anything else in the world. This couldn't be wrong. The cock bruising her clit couldn't be wrong. The cum splashing against her pussy walls couldn't be wrong! "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Her cum was in stages, each level more devastating than the last. She thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering ass over the car seat as the jizz ate into her cuntal walls. She didn't know how long it lasted. But when she finally collapsed in exhaustion, she saw that Norm was smiling down at her.
"You're fantastic," Norm said, kissing her, stroking the sides of her face.
Janie said nothing, glad she could feel this wanted, this possessed. She wondered for a moment if her prudish mother had ever felt this way.
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been hard for Janie to sneak back into the house without her mother noticing anything wrong. Both she and Norm tried to arrange her blouse so the tear didn't show. But still a close examination would reveal the rip. Surely her mother would then start interrogating her and then she would probably find out the truth! Norm saw Janie shivering. Little did he know that Laura had threatened to toss her daughter into the streets if she found her fooling around before she was eighteen.
"It's all right, baby, I'll go in with you," Norm said as he pulled up in front of the large, dark house. Janie peered out the side window at the two-story house, surprised to see that her mother wasn't up. That was odd. It was only eleven o'clock. Even when she was ill, Laura stayed up to watch the evening news. The car was still parked in the drive. Perhaps she would be able to sneak in after all.
"No, I'll go in myself," she said, gathering her skirt about her buttocks and reaching for the door handle.
"Nobody's around," Norm breathed, sliding over and slipping one hand over her shoulder.
Janie shivered, feeling goose bumps break out all over her body. He was stroking her, breathing against her neck, sliding his fingers deliciously up and down her flesh while nudging his knees against hers. She knew what he wanted to do, knew that his dick was getting hard again, pressing up against his Levi's. Biting her lower lip, she moved her hand to his lap, squeezing the big bulge now throbbing against his fly. Norm groaned through a wet kiss, spreading his legs apart in a silent invitation for Janie to unzip his trousers.
"Oh man, I could dig havin' you suck me off," he whispered, holding her head now with both hands and kissing her passionately.
"No," Janie giggled, pushing back while still sliding her fingers over his dick. Suck him off? Some of the girls at school had told her about that, saying it was the best way to bring a guy off and not worry about getting knocked up. It sounded wicked ... and exciting. If they had been back at the forest still, maybe....
But this was different. They were in front of her own house. Some nosy neighbor might poke his head through the curtains, wondering what this strange car was doing parked in front of the Beddingfield house! The thought of scandal was enough to push her out of the car.
The night air felt good, refreshing. Janie leaned against the front fender, brushing her long blond hair back. Sucking in the cool air, the girl felt stronger. She heard Norm getting out, slamming the door.
"See you this weekend?" he asked, pressing his body against hers.
This was crazy! Her mother could be looking out the window now. She'd be grounded, never allowed to see Norm or the other guys again.
"I ... I don't know. Call me tomorrow. Maybe ... maybe we can go out," she stammered, pushing him away and slipping in front of the car.
"Don't worry about that," Norm called out behind her.
Janie felt so wicked as she tried the front door, found it locked, then fished around in her purse for the key. How strange it was that her mother had retired so early! Janie opened the door, hearing Norm's car start up and peel away from the curb. Closing and locking the door behind her, Janie held onto her purse, stopping in the living room and listening to the steady ticking of the wall clock.
Feeling her heart pounding a little faster, Janie edged toward the stairway, holding onto the handrail and peering up the staircase. There was light fanning out from under her mother's bedroom door, barely illuminating the long upstairs corridor.
"Mother?" she called out softly, holding onto the handrail.
Janie thought she heard movement behind the door. Then the light went out. If she didn't know better, Janie would have guessed that her mother had sneaked a man into the bedroom and was waiting for her to go to bed so she could let him out.
The young girl smiled, almost giggling out loud at the thought that her mother would be having a man in her room. Her mother and sex just didn't seem to go together. Janie sighed, feeling sorry for her mother.
The teen sighed, swaying her body gently back and forth. She felt dreamy-hot and dreamy. When Norm touched her back there in the forest, forced her to touch his dick through his pants, Janie felt her body willing and ready to fuck again. Her pussylips had begun to swell open while her clit popped up hard and thick and hot. They couldn't have done anything more out there in the streets. But now she wished they could have! Closing her eyes, the girl rocked her hips from side to side a little more, feeling the deliciously greasy slide of her cuntlips against one another. The young woman found that when she brought her knees together she could rub her labes against her clit.
"UGHHHH!"
She was masturbating, jerking herself off right there in her own living room! Beads of sweat formed on her upper lip and on her forehead while her knees bent, banging against the stairs. Her shoulders shook while her purse crashed to the floor, the contents spilling noisily onto the floor.
"Unghhhh!"
Janie thought of Norm, thought of the way his powerful body felt as it pressed her down into the back car seat. She thought she could feel his dick spreading her apart, feel that greasy hot cockhead spreading her cuntlips, peeling them back while his balls nestled against her pussy cleft. It had felt so good, so wonderfully good! "Ohhhhh...."
She dipped and rocked her ass. Her blouse came out from the skirt, hanging in shreds around her shoulders as Janie kept moving her ass. She could smell herself again, smell the cunt juice that was flowing down her legs, wetting down her ankles.
"Ohhh!"
Something was touching her, something alien, something not a part of her body. Janie opened her eyes and drew her knees more tightly together. She managed to stop jerking her ass around and pressed up harder against the staircase. Glancing down, the young teen saw it was Jake standing next to her, his long-pointed ears pricked forward while his nostrils quivered.
"Oh, it's you, Jake."
She felt strangely embarrassed, shamed, as if her mother had come down the stairs and caught her playing with herself. Janie straightened herself, feeling she had to stop playing with herself. She'd finish up in the bedroom. It was far more comfortable and private in there. Then she'd be able to move around, play with her fingers over her cunt, close her eyes and pretend ... pretend it was Norm. Oh, what a wicked, naughty girl she was becoming. One night of getting fucked and she could hardly wait until he called. Of course she would go out with him when he phoned! Janie couldn't imagine her turning him down, turning down that hunk with that long, well-trained dick!
Turning, she started to move around to the stairs. Suddenly she felt the hot wash of his tongue driving between her asscheeks. Janie jerked forward so hard from surprise that she stumbled forward, falling gently onto the carpeted stairs. Her fingertips clutched the rug. Jake was on her in a flash, his strong forelegs bumping the insides of her thighs. Janie stifled a scream, her eyes rolling up and focusing in on her mother's bedroom door. Shame prevented her from calling out.
"Get away!" she whispered, her eyes widening as she tried pushing the animal away. "Get away, go outside and play!"
But Jake had smelled her cunt, smelled the obvious scent of a woman in heat. He pushed forward, nuzzling his maw against her loins. His tongue quickly divided her still-swollen cuntal slit. The young teen gasped from that awful friction as he tongued deep enough to rake her clit with his furry snout.
"Ohhhh!"
She was being attacked, molested by a dog! The young girl was frantic, her nostrils flaring. The dark living room spun around her as a strange buzzing sound filled her ears. What on earth could have gotten into the German shepherd? He had never done anything like this. The girl stared down at him, feeling herself sliding down the stairs. Soon her ass was on the living room floor. "No!"
Janie bumped into an end table and nearly upset a large china lamp.
Now she remembered him nosing her earlier. Lots of dogs nosed around. It was just their nature. She never guessed he was interested in ... in doing something like this! Janie shivered with a mixture of surprise, revulsion and delight as he pushed forward. '
"No, no, no . .
Damn Norman! He had aroused her like this, touched her, had forced her to touch him there in the car just before she went in. None of this would have happened if, if ... oh, what was the use? Janie tried mustering enough strength to reach the kitchen.
"Ohhhh...."
She had to keep quiet, keep down the cries, or her mother would open the door and would find ... it would be much worse than having her mother find her fucking Norm!
"Get away!" the girl whispered desperately.
It was awful, awful. She couldn't get up, couldn't push the dog away. He was after her, touching her, doing the same thing to her that Norm had done. A dog was eating her cunt. But what made it worse was that with each passing second his furry, wonderful, sloppy mouth was bringing back that exciting heat she'd felt with Norm in the car. It was the same exciting arousal that had made her spread her legs for Norm's dick. The dog's tongue was so hot, so silky. The touch of his tongue against her cuntlips made her lean back, propping her body up on her elbows, while she saw her skirt hitching up, gathering around her waist. "Nooo...."
Somehow Janie had managed to push him off. She was on her hands and knees now, crawling through the living room.
Janie had lost her bra, probably leaving it under the front car seat. Both of them had giggled looking for it, Norm nibbling at her tits as she slid her hand under the seats. That was one reason why Janie had been nervous about her mother seeing her this evening. Now she felt her taut tits brushing over the torn material of her skirt, swinging back and forth sexily as she tried to escape from the aroused animal behind her.
In her excitement and confusion Janie banged her head against the coffee table, sending an ashtray and candy dish skittering across the glass top and onto the carpeted floor. The girl gasped, fearing the noise would awaken her mother. No, nothing. Thank God! "Stop it!"
There hadn't been enough time for her to put on her panties. The briefs were back there, a trophy to Norm's conquest. The dog jumped. Janie felt the dog's strong forelegs on her back, his body pumping against her bare ass. Then something hot and slick bumped the underside of her cunt. The horror of what had almost happened brought her to her feet. He was trying to fuck her, actually trying to drive his dick into her slot!
Weakly Janie reached up and pushed her fingers against the armrest of the sofa. She staggered to a standing position, kicking at the animal, trying to keep Jake away from her until she could get a grip on herself.
"Ohhhh...." Jane was frantic.
Jake was at her heels, nipping at her. He was trying to bring her down again. Janie panicked, feeling that if she were to wind up on the floor she would be finished. He'd almost managed to slip his cock into her, fuck her ... God, would he actually FUCK her? How would she be able to live with something like that? How could she look at herself in the mirror, knowing she had let a dumb animal ... no, it was too dark, too awful to think about!
"Get away!"
She clapped one hand over her mouth, terrified that her shout had awakened her mother. Even Jake stopped his attempts at bringing her down, pausing for a second, waiting for the tell-tale sound of the bedroom door cracking open. Nothing. Her mother was fast asleep.
"Get away!" she whispered.
Nothing was working. Nothing! Janie ran, her fingers clawing at the kitchen doorway molding. The girl hung onto the molding as if her life depended on it. Jake swarmed around her legs. She could hear him breathing, panting with excitement, as he tried to bring her back down to the floor once more.
"Awful ... awful!" Janie gasped, thinking she was going to die of fright and shame while Jake kept nudging her thighs and ankles. Once or twice she tried kicking at him again and missed.
Then he moved in for the kill, his muzzle slipping up the inside of one thigh. His snout went deep into her wet cunt, eliciting a cry of delight from her. Jake growled and tossed his head. The sudden penetration of her pussy brought out a fiery shiver that spread quickly over her flesh. Janie felt her muscles failing her, her will slipping away, as the dog kept pushing up to her.
"No, no, I ... I just can't let this happen," she whispered.
But it was happening. Janie slipped down, down to the floor. She opened her mouth, gasping in air to All her lungs. Jake was making funny noises as he shoved his snout forward, plowing open her cuntlips and eating the hot juice flowing out. It felt so crazy, so damned good!
"Oh no, no, don't...."
She was finally getting back her breath. That wonderful, exquisite tickle was driving her crazy, as crazy as she'd been when Norm first touched her ... there. She moved her fingers down, daring to touch his long muzzle, that long, pink tongue sloshing in and out of her hole. The sexual fury of his attack brought on another shuddering groan from her throat. Janie shook her head, trying to clear her mind from the red fog that had settled over her. She felt so weak, so wonderfully consumed, by that ... animal!
"Ohhhhh...."
Could she have stopped if her mother had opened the door to investigate those strange sounds? Janie thought she could.
Once more she cried out, but her voice was now only a hoarse whisper. Jake hadn't made the slightest move that showed he would obey her. She closed her thighs, trapping his furry paws between them. Jake stopped his licking for a moment, then growled and closed his jaws down on her flesh. She felt his fangs going deeper as he rolled up his eyes and watched her reaction. "Oh God!"
Did he know what he was doing ... what he really was doing to her? "Ohhhhh...."
He was playing her like an instrument, toying with her the same maddening way that Norm had when he first fucked her. Janie felt dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted. It wasn't just an accident any longer. Jake knew what he wanted to do and was using his teeth and paws to make the young blonde give in.
"OH!" Once again Janie clapped her hands over her mouth, afraid her mother might hear. The dog let out a small yip, then wiggled his nose deeper into her cuntal crack. His snout excited her clit terribly. The German shepherd couldn't know whai that little nub of flesh was ... he just couldn't. But his sloppy licking was so controlled, and yet so wild, that Janie wondered if he'd done this sort of thing before.
Janie lost the will to try and tuck her ass under and away from the animal. She lay on the floor, in the kitchen doorway, as the dog's tongue drove around her clit, driving her higher and higher up the sexual ladder toward a second big cum.
Janie looked up and saw Jake resting on his belly between her splayed thighs and feeding on her cunt. And she was helping him do this terrible thing! It was hard, so hard to ... to stop it. Once again she tried, and once more the girl failed to knock him away. Yes, oh yes, she was going to see this thing through.
"Ummmmmm...." Janie groaned, giving herself completely up to Jake.
CHAPTER SIX
"OOhhh God!"
The room was spinning around so quickly Janie thought she was going to be sick. It all seemed twisted, out of focus. It was like everything else that had happened that night. Thoughts, half dreams, shady ideas drifted in and out of her mind confusedly. Cutting through her senses though was that sex-hungry animal between her legs, licking and nuzzling and growling.
Janie raised her knees slightly. She couldn't say anything any more. She was gasping and panting and growling. She was moving her ass from side to side, feeling her cuntlips peel stickily back. The sounds of the dog's mouth moving over her steamy cunt were loud in her ears. Janie realized she was digging her fingernails into the soft thick carpeting, pulling up tufts of the piling. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
Jake was growing wilder by the second. Without giving her a warning, the German shepherd started licking her belly, moving up to her tits, taking advantage of the fact that her blouse was torn open and was now hanging at her sides. At times she could feel the dog's rough hot tongue sanding over her nipples, making the stiff, half-inch-long red nubbins tingle in a way that was similar to the itch tingling in her cunt.
What made her stay on her back? Surely she could have scrambled to her feet, staggered somewhere for safety, run from the pursuing animal. But the will to run away was gone. Instead she lay almost lifelessly on the floor, moving her ass from side to side in a shifting motion, wanting more friction, more of the animal's tongue and snout rubbing against her clit.
"Oh God! What in the name of Heaven am I doing with him?"
Jake pulled back and slobbered his tongue all over his maw, making sure he got every drop of her pussy juice. "Unnghhhh...."
Once more the young blonde teen felt flames of lust lapping up her thighs toward her cunt. She was going to cum again. Janie could feel it, feel the same tense, hot sensations rushing through her pussy. She braced for it, holding her breath, feeling that ball of desire getting ready to burst.
"Ohhhh!"
Her hips were moving faster over the floor. The rug was tickling her asscheeks, toying with her asshole. The dog was at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. It was the musky smell of sweat and cunt juice on her flesh that made him do that. She peered down heavy-lidded at his licking movements.
"God, no! Oh, nooo...."
He was licking her knees, then sliding back up to her cunt once more. Janie pressed herself up to him, opened her legs until she felt the muscles in her ass cramp with tension.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She was cumming! She was actually cumming, blowing her load! Janie felt every muscle in her body cramping with tension. She was giving him all of her cunt-every hidden hollow and fold of her snatch.
Somehow Janie managed to control herself enough to cover her mouth with both hands. The animal's licking was too rough. The sharp edge of her climax was cutting through her like a rusty saw. Janie spasmed. She rolled from side to side in a fever. Jake couldn't be shoved away from her snatch. He gouged and lapped and drove his nose into her cuntal mouth.
The blonde teen found herself now curled in a fetal position, the animal wedged between her thighs. Janie cried and held onto his furry back, knowing there was no escape. She scratched him hard with her fingernails, trying to claw his thick coat. The dog was writhing his ass now, his paws set wide apart on the floor. He was still licking her cuntlips.
Janie bucked, rolled and squirmed on the carpet as her spasms tortured her with pleasure too hard to stand.
"Oh no, nooo...."
Something terribly hot and wet was splashing against her right leg. She didn't know what those flecks against her skin were at first. Then Janie realized that Jake was rubbing his cock sheath against her calf and knee. He was humping forward with fast, jerking movements. And each time he did, the dark red knobby spear of his prick was shooting out doggie cum.
Janie babbled incoherently, managing now to stagger to her feet. She wasn't going to stay around here, especially with Jake in the mood he was. The animal whimpered and tried to lick his jizz off her legs. He wheeled around in circles, bobbing his head up and down, then fell down heavily to lick his balls and cock.
"Oh my God!"
Janie scrambled out into the living room, running her hands through her hair. She stumbled several times, her arms outstretched, searching once more for the stairway handrail.
If her mother ever found out....
Janie stopped at the foot of the stairs, covering her face with her hands. No one could ever know. Glancing back now before she got into her bedroom, Janie saw that the animal appeared a little confused. She tried to smile. He was only a horny dog. That was simple enough. It wasn't his fault, and it wasn't all her fault either.
In the morning, things would be different. They always were when day came. Limping up the stairs, Janie tiptoed past her mother's room, not knowing that her mother had endured the same shame, the same confusion with Jake only a few hours ago.
Entering her bedroom, Janie closed and locked the door, undressed and fell across her bed. Again and again the young woman tried to block out what had happened to her in the living room. She tried to think about Norm, of his wonderful body, of his hot, hard dick plowing through her cunt.
But as she drifted off into unconsciousness, Janie kept thinking of Jake, of his muzzle, of the furry tickling she'd felt when he rubbed his muzzle against her pussy. She knew then that it was going to be a wild night of dreams! tit
* * *
The next morning Laura was in the kitchen, moving about as if in a dream. It was the weekend, time to relax from the week's tensions. And yet she found herself on edge, every noise making her jump. Jake had been particularly affectionate, a fact that made her wince when she thought about what she had done with the dog. If Janie should find out ... Laura wouldn't be able to stand it. Her daughter would have every right to despise her. As it was, there was enough tension between them.
This morning her daughter had avoided her eyes, steering what conversation there had been away from anything except small talk. Twice, Laura had to cuff Jake when she was making breakfast, glancing nervously over her shoulder to see if Janie had noticed anything. The young girl had seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. She was staring out the window over the sink, rubbing her shoulders. What could be on her mind? There had been a time when Laura could guess what was on Janie's mind. They had been so close, especially after her husband had left her. But now, now she seemed to be so far away.
Laura bit her lip and kept on scrambling the eggs, kicking Jake in the chest when he tried slipping his nose up under her dressing gown.
"Penny for your thoughts," Laura said, scraping the food onto Janie's plate.
"Hmmmm? Oh, nothing much, Mother. I'm just a little tired," Janie said, flushing red as she saw Jake sitting by the sink, his tongue hanging out, his dark-brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Janie hoped the animal would stay there, would keep his distance until she finished breakfast. Janie started bolting her food down, keeping one eye focused on Jake.
"Don't rush eating, Janie. You'll get sick," Laura said, pouring some coffee and sitting down opposite her daughter. "You and Norman have a nice time last night?"
Janie felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. Did her mother suspect what had happened? She dropped her fork and looked up. No, there was nothing ominous in her mother's face. She sighed, picked up her fork and continued eating.
"Oh, just the usual. Some dumb detective movie he wanted to see. Norman's all right," Janie said, feeling her heart pounding when she pronounced his name. She couldn't wait to get his call. If he'd only call now, tell her he wanted to see her, wanted to take her some place and ... and fuck her!
Janie shivered, feeling her cunt oozing juice. When she saw Jake sniffing the air, the girl crossed her legs. The possibility of Jake making a scene with her was enough to calm her down.
Laura smiled. "He comes from a nice family. Maybe we all should have dinner together sometime."
Janie nearly broke out laughing. She imagined her prudish mother sitting opposite the boy who had fucked her daughter for the first time! That would be something!
"Maybe. Norman's kinda shy, though," Janie said, finishing up her breakfast and grabbing the milk.
"Do you ... do you ever get serious with him on a date?" Laura bit her lip. She could see her daughter hadn't expected the question.
Janie blanched, holding the glass to her lips and swallowing the milk fast.
Laura's suspicions were aroused. If that boy touched her daughter in any way, she'd be on the phone in an instant to talk to his parents.
Janie could read her mother's expression and felt a flash of fear.
"Mother!" The best defense was a good offense. Janie banged her glass down on the table hard and glared at her mother.
"It's a simple question. I'm sorry it sounded so ... so crude. But...."
"It's an awful question," Janie said, feeling her cheeks burning with shame. Was her mother that subtle? Could she be trying to trap her into a confession? Could she have seen her and Norman fondling one another in front of the house last night? No, Janie doubted it. Her mother was the type who would have come bolting down the stairs, demanding an explanation.
"Maybe so. But you're sixteen ... a young woman. Boys have funny ideas about young women. I just don't want to see you getting hurt," Laura said softly, her voice choking with emotion. Janie felt guilty. She couldn't keep her mind off Norman, couldn't forget the way the animal felt as he crawled all over her and sloshed his tongue over and over her pussy. She was turning into a nympho, she thought. And there her mother sat, worrying about Norman's manners!
"Don't worry, Mother. I can take care of myself," the girl said, finishing her milk.
Laura sat in despair, feeling the conversation had gone all wrong. She wished she could talk honestly to her daughter. It seemed as if they were growing further apart with each passing week.
"I just felt that...."
She was interrupted by the phone.
"It's for me!" Janie exclaimed, jumping up from her chair.
Laura sat alone, eyeing the dog nervously, listening to her daughter's excited voice. Boys. It was the same when she was a teenager, spending hours on the phone chatting with her friends, trying to act adult when the boys called. Janie was going through the same thing. Only today, boys and girls were doing a lot more.
Hearing Janie laughing softly in the hall, Laura sighed, standing up and cleaning off the breakfast dishes. She wished she could feel light-hearted.
"Down, down!" she hissed, kicking Jake again as he swarmed around her feet. She wasn't going to let that happen again. It had been a moment of weak madness when she had let Jake lick her cunt.
"Oh, Mother, Norman's asked me out again ... tonight for a date. We're going to see a movie I like for a change," Janie said, her face flushed.
Janie had lied. Norman had talked dirty to her over the phone, reminded her of how his dick felt, of how he liked sucking her cunt, sucking her nipples while playing with her clit. She had nearly cum right there in the hall, and she was glad Jake wasn't around to smell her aroused pussy. Norman wanted her, wanted to fuck her right now. But both of them had agreed it would be more fun if they waited until tonight.
When she hung up the phone, Janie had to lean against the wall and breathe deeply, gathering up her strength to go back into the kitchen and face her mother.
"I thought the two of us could go out for a movie, maybe dinner. But that's all right. Maybe tomorrow," Laura said, dumping the dishes in the sink and brushing back her hair. It would be another night alone, watching television, drinking, wondering if her daughter was all right.
"Yes, maybe tomorrow," Janie said, quickly leaving the kitchen.
Laura stood by the sink, gazing out the window. Where was her life going? She was thirty-four, still attractive enough to elicit comments as she strode down the streets of Los Angeles. Her firm tits, slender, inviting thighs, long legs, and delicate facial features made men pant as she waited for buses or did her shopping. Why couldn't she have the nerve to go out, to find the man she really wanted? She needed something, someone to love her ... someone more human than a ... a dog!
"Please, let me forget that. Oh God, please let me forget it!" Laura moaned, leaning heavily against the edge of the sink. She closed her eyes in humiliation.
"I'm going out to play some tennis with Debbie. I'll be back in a couple of hours, Mother!" Janie shouted, banging the front door behind her.
Laura sighed, gathering the robe around her. No one wanted her, no one except maybe the dog.
"Good boy, good...."
Jake was at her feet again, rubbing his furry coat over her ankles. A shudder shook her body. Did she dare do that again? As much as she hated it, as much as she'd just prayed God to stop her from doing that again, Laura was standing there, thinking about letting Jake touch her once more.
Moving around the kitchen aimlessly, she felt the gown clinging to her tits and thighs. It was exciting to feel that, feeling the material rubbing over her super-sensitized flesh. She was becoming aroused. Laura knew the feeling well, knew she wouldn't be able to resist it much longer. Janie was gone. She wasn't expecting anyone for a long time. Alone with a dog who wanted to ... to mount her! And she was having a difficult time keeping her hands off him, off his furry coat!
"Oh God!"
She passed her fingers through her long blonde hair, leaning against the refrigerator, closing her eyes and feeling her cuntlips swelling. Her legs were shaking, her thighs growing hot and tight. She could feel juice frothing up, wetting down her wirey cunthairs. She couldn't stop the natural rush of feelings taking over.
Laura shook her head violently, trying to shake away everything in her mind. All that was left was the hungry throbbing of her warm pussy, of the wet, slick feeling making her mind whirl crazily. Outside somewhere, a dog was barking, and children were laughing in their early-morning play. It was excitingly wicked, a feeling that made her gasp with daring. Laura could already feel the tissues of her cunt flooding with juice. She clutched the gown close to her belly, walking up to Jake, kneeling down and scratching the big dog's head.
"We're so much alike, Jake, so much," she said in a throaty whisper, scratching his head.
The big animal closed his eyes, then opened them again, twisting his head around and licking her wrist.
Laura stiffened, feeling her nipples standing out stiff and hot. Oh God, it was happening again!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jake was licking her wrist, growling low in his throat. But he didn't seem all that excited.
Laura wrinkled up her forehead, letting her gown spread open for the animal. She was exposing herself in front of him, shaming herself for his benefit. And all he wanted to do was lick her hands like some harmless puppy. Her cheeks flushed red with frustration and embarrassment. Laura scratched him behind the ears, moving her hand down to his throat, then started pushing her hand down to his belly.
"Come on, Jake, come on," Laura said, slipping the gown from her shoulders, letting it fall in a puddle around her feet.
She was kneeling in front of him, shamelessly moving her pussy back and forth in a hunching motion while letting her tits swing freely in front of him.
She felt like such a slut, such a whore! And only moments earlier she was worried about her daughter's morality! What a joke! What would the girl think if she could see her mother now, flaunting herself like this in front of a ... dog!
Oh, what could be wrong? Why wasn't he standing up and trying to attack her the way he'd done last night? Could he be satisfied already? Was he through with her? The idea was absurd! She spread her knees farther apart. The hot dampness of her pussy opened to Jake's. But he still appeared not to want it at all. Laura bit her lower Up in frustration. She was acting out the part of a bitch, and Jake wouldn't play along! She could have risen and taken the carving knife from the drawer and stuck it into his proud head!
"Oh, come on, Jake, come on," she cooed.
Frantic, Laura pushed her forefinger into her soppy cunt and shoved it at Jake.
"Look, Jake, look!"
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the German shepherd's black nostrils quiver as he sniffed her hand. His ears pricked and his fur ruffled.
"Please, Jake, please!"
Oh God, she was pleading, actually begging an animal to love her! It was disgusting, revolting! And yet she couldn't help herself. The thought of not having him now, of not having him touch her with that sanding tongue drove her crazy. She had to have that touch no matter what.
Laura slid forward a little more on her knees, shoving her dripping cunt almost into the dog's snout. How could he resist something like that? Laura knew men who probably would have killed for the pleasure of smelling her pussy. And here was this dog, this goddamned dog who had nearly raped her yesterday, playing as if he could care less!
"Ughh!"
The touch of his snout against her pussy was like an electrical shock. He finally aroused himself, pushed his maw against her cunt, made the woman's tense, eager pussy muscles convulse in a plethora of miniature spasms. Slowly Jake started licking at her side where some pussy juice had dribbled down. Laura sucked in a ragged breath at that first touch of his tongue. She was quivering in anticipation, the anticipation of a bitch in heat knowing she was about to receive satisfaction. Oh, what a horrible woman she was! What was the use of beating her breast, wondering why she was doing what she was doing? She was going to enjoy it. No one was getting hurt!
"Come on upstairs, boy, upstairs," Laura said, rising shakily to her feet.
No, she didn't want the neighbors peering in and finding her on her hands and knees with the dog licking her crotch. She could well imagine some of the young boys in the neighborhood climbing onto the window ledge outside and looking in, fingering their cocks through their clothes while Laura went crazy in the kitchen.
"Upstairs," she repeated, picking up her robe and rushing naked through the living room.
On her way up, she caught a glance of herself in the full-length downstairs hall mirror. She was attractive, desirable. Why was she doing this with a dog? Why?
Laura stepped into her bedroom and tossed the gown onto the floor. She climbed onto the kingsized bed after having thrown the coverlet off. The bright morning light streamed in. So much the better. She'd be able to see everything, to see the dog's tongue disappearing in her slit, to see his handsome, furry head bobbing up and down between her legs while her pussy was licked to a cumming frenzy.
"Good dog, good ... ughhhh!"
It didn't take Jake all that long to start his licking. Slow at first, he made up time now. She lay back, pressing her head into the soft pillow and spreading her legs apart until one heel was off the mattress. Laura started moving her hips against the mattress, the sounds of the groaning bed filling the room.
"Ohhh ... good ... ughhhhoooo!"
She parted her thighs even more, feeling her steamy cunt peel open for the animal. She could feel the juice drenching her already soaked cuntlips, dripping down the tight crack to her asshole.
Jake lurched forward and started eating her cunt. His nose moved up and down through her slit, forcing the inner labes apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt. It was what she'd been wanting all this time. Only hours had separated now from the first time with Jake. And yet she felt as if this was her first experience! She was wild, free, excited!
Laura groaned, throwing her head from side to side, loving the feel of her long blonde hair splashing over her throat and face. She moaned loudly and writhed her shoulders on the mattress. Laura petted Jake with both feet while he lapped and wet her cunt with his doggie spit. His tongue felt good, hot, wet, making her gasp and groan. Anything like that felt so damned good, so goddamned good! "Fuck me, fuck...."
Did she really want him to fuck her, to drive that knobby prick into her slot? No, she didn't think so. Having his tongue slosh in and out of her slit was more than enough. The thought of having a dog fucking her was a bit too weird. There had to be lines drawn, limits set.
Jake growled, then nipped along the puffy outer edges of her cunt. The feeling was mind-blowing. It hurt her a little, that pain mixing strangely with the wild pleasure, taking Laura's breath away. She was feeling excitement to the nth degree! The woman humped her back, pressing her cunt mound up so he could eat her out better. His fangs dug along the flesh, his neck hairs bristling with the wildness both of them felt.
"Noooo!"
It was better than she had thought it would be! The world seemed to be crashing down into her cunt, blowing apart all around her. And all she could think of was her pussy, of how it felt fitting snugly around Jake's probing maw.
"Damn!"
It was so good, so awfully good! Laura found herself clawing at the dog's furry neck, urging him on at times, then holding the animal back when the biting made her wince with pain. Yes, she wanted that pain, wanted it as much as she wanted and needed the pleasure. She scooted around the bed on her ass, her feet kicking out, her toes cramping, her fingers clawing wildly through Jake's fur.
His growls, his whimpers and whines were music to her ears. She loved the sensation of his fangs rubbing over her cuntlips. She imagined those teeth tearing at her labes, ripping them to shreds and another series of mind-blowing spasms shook her cunt. Laura threw her hands to either side of her body, her fingers clawing at the wrinkled sheet. It felt too good to be true. She was going to pass out from such feelings!
"Ughhhhhh!"
Laura's cunt responded quickly to the hurried, sloppy friction against her cunt. Jake seemed to know when the biting became dangerous. He was shoving his maw down a little farther now, opening his powerful jaws, then closing them on her furry snatch. He seemed to enjoy holding her cunt mound between his jaws and shaking it gently. Laura held her breath when he did that. She raised her ass up, feeling new sensations rush through her body. She was close, so close to letting go a second time. Jake was going to make her cum, going to make her climax!
The woman threw her body from side to side. The headboard banged loudly against the wall until cracks appeared in the plaster. She didn't care if the whole neighborhood could hear her whines and whimpers through the open window. Laura was going to cum, going to cum in a dog's mouth! She didn't care if they wrote up her depravity in the daily papers at this point!
"Ughhhh!"
The big German shepherd pawed at her thighs, then leaped up higher, licking her everywhere. She tilted her ass up as far as she could, feeling his maw sliding into her cunt. Laura cried out, closing her eyes, letting the emotions wash over her.
"Yessssss!"
Jake's tongue had actually speared into her pussy now, forcing her swollen cuntmeat wide enough for him to suck out more .pussy juice. He rolled and licked around the sensitive ring of muscles, growling when her pussy snapped shut and tried to milk at his maw. It was very close to the feeling of being fucked. Fucked. Would she ever have that feeling again? Would she ever be brave enough to face that situation again? No, she wouldn't think about it. Now now. These were questions for the night when she was alone.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Laura moved her ass frantically around in circles. She bobbed it up and down, hearing the headboard slamming against the wall. She was close, so very, very close.
When Jake raked his tongue up across her clit again, the woman screamed, jerking about the bed like a speared animal. Laura reached out and grabbed his head. She wanted him to lick her everywhere at once. She tilted her ass first one way, and then the other, raising one leg back as far as she could to open more cunt tissues to his mouth. Jake dug at her thighs again with both paws, then burrowed his black nose into the seething mess of her cunt.
"UHGHHHHHOOOOOOHH!"
Laura was cumming, cumming fast. And through the red fog settling over her brain, she wanted him to slow down, to pull his tongue away so she could make it last longer. But her willpower was a weak thread of resistance against the hot, spitty friction driving her wild. She plunged and writhed helplessly on the bed, the tickle building to a sharp-edged ache. Stunning spasms of orgasm knocked the wind from her body.
"Ughhhhhh!"
Even when she closed her thighs around him, Jake was able to move his head around, to lick at her, to touch her everywhere. His humping, jerky haunches made his cock shake. Laura knew that he'd come to expect something from this too. He was learning, learning how he could play her, learning how he could make her do something. He was trying to rub his doggie cock against her leg.
Cutting through the warm glow that had begun to settle over her body and mind, Laura petted his neck and let him hunch against her until she felt hot streaks spurt out against her thigh. It was daring to do this, degrading, awful! And yet she was letting it happen. In such a short time she was letting her moral structure crumble.
"Ohhhh...."
Dogs did it so quickly! They didn't seem to care about prolonging the act at all. Jake barked, then went off the bed to sit in one corner and lick himself.
For some time Laura lay quietly in bed, her eyes closed, her ears tuned to the sound of her steady breathing. How good it felt to just lay in bed, feeling her cunt slackening with satisfaction after having been screwed tight with sexual tension.
"Oh, Jake, you're so good, so very good," she finally said.
The fact that she had been fucked by a dog hadn't yet made itself felt. Laura rubbed the backs of her legs over the silken sheets, feeling alive, so alive, more alive than she'd felt in years! The sounds of the dog's maw smacking over his cock interrupted her thoughts.
Laura sat up, brushing back her long blonde hair from her face. Surprisingly she wasn't horrified. No, it wasn't the pain of guilt she'd suffered on and off through her tortured sleep last night. Instead, the woman felt relief, a relief she'd subconsciously been seeking for these past five years. And now...."
"Ohhh!"
Laura swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed her gown, wiping herself off with a nearby bathroom towel.
Was it possible for a woman to do these strange, wonderful things and not feel guilty about them? She shook her head, doubting that such a state of mind was possible ... at least for her. Others maybe, but her? Never!
Laura padded quickly down the hall and slipped into the bathroom. A cool shower would wash off all traces of Jake's spit and cum. No one would know ... at least no one who could or would talk about it. At least there wouldn't be those terribly erotic dreams she'd been having lately. With this kind of release, Laura felt she'd be sleeping quite well.
Stepping into the tub, she turned on the water, letting the stinging spray pelt her smooth, white flesh. Grabbing the soap, she lathered her body, covering her swollen cunt with thick white suds.
This just can't go on forever, Laura thought to herself as she let her fingers stray over her pussy.
* * *
On the school tennis court, Janie had just finished a double set with her best girlfriend Kathy. She was sitting on a bench under some elms, dabbing the sweat from her forehead and regaining her breath. She tapped her tennis racket absently against her shoes, staring off into the distance. Janie was thinking about Norm ... about tonight and what he was going to do to her.
"That was a good game, Janie," Kathy gasped breathlessly, sitting down on the bench; She eyed her friend warily, seeing there was something on her mind. "Is it about Norm?"
Janie knew her cheeks were flushed now-with anger, embarrassment, excitement. She wasn't sure which right now.
"What...?"
"Oh come on, Janie," Kathy said, leaning over and tugging at her arm. "The whole school knows the two of you've been dating for a while. Has he ... has he made it with you?"
It wasn't any of Kathy's business-hers or the school's. But she knew she could trust her friend ... up to a point. What happened with Jake, she wouldn't tell anyone about. But this, well, she was bursting with pride. She just had to tell someone about last night.
"Uh-huh. And we're going out for a date tonight," Janie said, turning around and smiling smugly at her friend's surprised face.
Kathy gave her a devious look. "And how long have you two been-"
"Kathy Scottsdale! I only ... did it last night. It was the first time, and it hurt ... well, sort of." Janie lowered her eyes.
It was impossible for Janie to hide the smile growing on her lips. Janie remembered what Norm had done to her. It wasn't easy getting that experience out of her mind. And those things Norm had done with his mouth! She shivered just thinking about it. It wasn't any wonder that she'd been such an easy mark for Jake that night when she came home. That dog! Janie still didn't know what to think of that little incident.
Janie pushed back her hair, feeling a little bored with this conversation. She was getting her wind back, ready to play another game with Kathy and shut her friend up before they got into dangerous waters ... about that dog. No, no one could find out!
"Come on, Janie. Are you and Norman going to ... fuck tonight?"
Janie felt wicked. She turned again and smiled craftily at her friend.
"If he asks me, I'll fuck him ... I'll even suck his cock, I'll do anything he wants me to do, because he's so good in bed ... I mean, in the car. I'm sure he'd be terrific in bed too!"
"Jane Beddingfield!" Kathy appeared shocked. "Don't you worry about ... about other people finding out about you?"
Kathy looked envious, appearing as if she'd give anything to be in Janie's place tonight when Norm came to pick her up.
"Nobody's gonna find out, unless you tell. And then I'll tell people about you and Justin Hollister and the night when your mom wasn't home and-"
"Janie!"
"Good, I thought so. Come on, Kathy, let's play another game. I feel I've gotta do something to burn off the energy before tonight!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was getting late in the afternoon. Laura was sitting idly outside, her attractive body almost totally exposed to the sun. She had taken up sunbathing lately, feeling a thrill lying in the backyard dressed only in a bikini. She knew several of the neighborhood women disapproved-disapproved because they were the same age and wouldn't dare let themselves wear such a skimpy bathing suit.
Laura was proud of her body, even if she hadn't used it to her best sexual advantage for the past several years. Now rubbing more suntan oil over her long legs, she was aware of the neighbor boy, Rod Taylor, hanging over the fence, his eyes glued to her body. The Taylors had never been particularly friendly, especially after a boundary dispute in the backyard area had nearly wound up in court. But Laura had always had a fondness for Rod, hoping he and Janie would somehow hit it off. Unfortunately the girl had plans of her own, thinking Rod a little dopey. "Ummmm...."
Why was she leading him on this way? She pretended she didn't know he was there, tracing her fingertips along the rounded edges of her thighs, letting them stray dangerously close to the silk band pressing hard against her full cuntlips.
Laura wondered if Rod could see the outline of her labes, even the outline of her thick cunt bush that fluffed around the full lips.
Tensing her ass muscles, the woman shifted her asscheeks from side to side, pushing her knees just a little farther apart. The material was pressing hard against her pussy now, rubbing against her clit, getting her aroused all over again.
"Ohhhh...."
She was sweating, and all that perspiration wasn't due to the heat of the sun. Laura felt her skin tingling, felt her nipples becoming tense, pushing against the soft, silky material of her bra. Opening her eyes, she saw Rod's eyes growing wider, his hands clasping the top of the wooden fence, his fingers working against the tops of the uncut boards. Laura could well imagine what was going on between his legs! She licked her lips, feeling her throat become tight. She was leading on a boy, exciting him cruelly without giving him a chance! What kind of woman was she?
Laura laughed. She knew what kind of woman she was becoming! Twice with a dog? And now she was stretched out almost naked in the sun, making a display of herself in front of a boy barely out of puberty!
And yet the thought was exciting! If it had been at night, if somehow she could entice him at night, God only knows where this sort of thing would lead. Rod was handsome, even if he was a little slow upstairs. Janie was right. He wasn't an intellectual, but he was kind and gentle. And he reminded her of a young Clark Gable-that black hair, the beginnings of a full moustache, the high cheekbones, and those penetrating eyes that made her cunt quiver.
Laura felt she had gone as far with the game as she dared. Mrs. Taylor might be coming out of the house at any moment. If she saw what her son was doing....
Laura frowned. The last thing she wanted in the world was a confrontation with those awful Taylors. Laura pretended to awaken, moving her arms out and stretching while drawing her legs together. Sitting up, she pulled her sunglasses off, rubbed her eyes, then pretended to be surprised when she saw Rod gazing sheeplessly at her over the fence.
"Why, Rod, what a surprise!"
Sauntering up to the fence, Laura put her glasses back on, folding her arms beneath her tits and chatted pleasantly with the young man. Laura sighed, rocking back and forth, feeling the slippery slide of her cuntlips against one another. What a slut she was turning out to be!
"You sure look nice, Mrs. Beddingfield," Rod suddenly blurted out.
Laura was pleased to see that Rod had become excited about her body. He was handsome, a catch in any girl's book-at least physically. And yet she was safe. No, Laura wasn't about to invite Rod over for a roll in the hay. Janie was due back any minute. And besides, it just wouldn't be smart having the Taylor boy over for some sex. But this teasing, well, it was something new for Laura. She thought it was almost as much fun as having sex. And it was so much safer. There were no commitments. And she didn't have to worry about how she would feel about herself after having an animal lick her. No, this was far better, and the resultthough not as powerful-was fun.
"You wanna come over for something to ... to drink?" Rod asked, swallowing hard.
Laura smiled, feeling her heart pounding. She'd been close to accepting. Having moved closer to the fence, she was able to get a good look at Rod. He certainly was handsome and well-built. Janie was a fool for having thrown someone like this away. Of course, Laura was sure there were many boys like this at school. But still, here was one in her own back yard, and she had been ignoring him.
"Thank you, Rod, but Janie's coming home in a little while. I should be getting dinner started."
Her eyes traveled quickly over his broad shoulders, his washboard-hard pecs, his low-riding jeans. She could see a hefty roll of dickmeat throbbing and pressing up against the front of his Levi's. She backed away, feeling her cheeks burning. Laura felt as if she'd stepped over some boundary of impropriety. But glancing up at Rod's shining face, she realized he didn't know what was going on. She smiled, adjusted her glasses, then mumbled something about getting a bit more sun before turning in.
Laura sat back down on the lounge chair, her flesh burning against the hot plastic. Her cunt was throbbing, actually aching from that little bit of flirtation she'd been guilty of! Laura couldn't stop her legs from moving! All those years of sexual deprivation were taking their toll now. Even that last experience with the animal had done nothing to help take the edge off now.
And Rod was still there, pretending to be looking at something in the sky. But she could feel his eyes staring at her, burning through her bikini, mentally undressing her. She knew he wanted to fuck her, wanted to climb on top of her and drive his young dick into her cunt. And what was worse was that Laura wanted him, wanted the young stud like no other man in her life!
"I have to get out of here," she gasped, sitting up and gathering her things together.
She purposely ignored Rod who was trying to get her attention. She heard the Taylors' car chugging up the driveway. Rod broke away from the fence and disappeared. Laura gasped with relief, glad the temptation was over for the moment.
She padded into the kitchen, laying down her towel and suntan oil on the table. She felt shaky. There was no mistaking the tenderness of her tits, the way her nipples glowed when the patches of her bikini top rubbed over them. She was aroused, highly aroused!
"Ohhhh...."
Laura felt breathless, a little tired. Her sexuality was becoming more and more uncontrollable. It was frightening for her to feel like this, being unable to handle her own emotions. Laura felt at times as if she should see a doctor, a psychiatrist. What would they tell her? Would there be lurid suggestions about her sex life? Would they tell her to have an orgasm a day and call in the morning? She giggled, moving through the cool living room, enjoying the feel of the thick carpet tickling the bottoms of her bare feet.
Moving upstairs, Laura entered her bedroom and fell across her bed. She felt young ... so young and alive. Rod's glowing had made her feel alive. How odd that one afternoon, one encounter could change her. Of course Laura knew this change had been hanging by a thread all along, just waiting for the right circumstances to make itself felt. Still....
"Ughhh...."
Laura bit her lower lip, wanting to bring herself off. She had fingered herself off before, but felt there was something wrong in it. Laura a little strange about touching herself, especially in the middle of the day. At night there was the cloak of darkness. But now....
Yet who was around to see her? The door was closed, and Janie would never dare enter without knocking first. The blinds were drawn, admitting a filtered light into the bedroom. She was as alone as she'd ever be in life. And underneath the tight band of silk, she knew there was that tiny lump of flesh that could bring her more joy than she'd ever known in life.
There was Jake. But did she really want him now? Did she want to have him lapping her, straddling her, trying to fuck her? If she kept letting the dog have sex with her wouldn't that somehow ruin her mind, destroy her for men later?
Fuzzy, confused thoughts drifted through her mind as she slipped her fingers down, down under the wet silk fabric dampened by her flowing juices.
"Ohhhhh...."
Laura closed her eyes and started moving her legs in undulating motions over the silken coverlet. She dipped her fingertips between her cuntlips, feeling the cunthairs tickle her hands. Pressing down, Laura felt her cunt twitch. How odd, how deliciously odd to feel that! She gasped, her eyelids fluttering open, then closing again. She was hot, terribly hot! That Taylor boy had made her cunt glow like a burning lump of coal. She slid her fingers back and forth, back and forth, until the tips were glistening with her juices.
"Ummmmm...."
Laura rolled half over, curling up her legs until her knees were touching her tits. Slowly, steadily, she hunched her pussy against her fingers, fucking her cunt with them, pretending it was a dick ... a long, hard thick human cock, Rod's cock! "Ohhhhh...."
She rolled back onto her ass again, pushing the bottoms of her bikinis down past her thighs. The damp material stretched and pressed against her moving legs. Laura was panting, gasping for air. She sat up, turned to the window that faced the backyard and partially opened the blinds. Was Rod still there? If she stood up, her glistening cunt appearing in the window, would he stand there stupidly and gaze up, or would he take the signal and....
"NO!"
It was vile and awful to be doing this, exposing herself shamelessly at the window. "What am I doing?"
She stepped from her bikini bottoms, slipped off the top and started for the bathroom to hang them up.
Laura hadn't the slightest idea of what she was going to do to calm herself down. Should she start going to singles bars? What would her daughter say? How could she still raise a young girl decently while she was busy traipsing off to notorious clubs at night?
Laura sashayed out of the bathroom, stopping in the hall and gazing at herself in the long mirror at the end of the hall. Yes, she was desirable, a desirable woman in her thirties who had a body that women in their twenties would have killed for. And yet she was locking it up, keeping it hidden-unless using it to tease young boys like Rod Taylor counted for something.
Laura smoothed her fingers over her body, thrilling to that slick friction. Then suddenly Laura was aware of movement on the stairs. It was Jake. She had nearly forgotten about the dog in her thoughts of Rod and other possible men. There was still plenty of time to dart back to her room. But something ... she wasn't sure what ... made her wait.
The beautiful German shepherd padded over, his bushy tail wagging from side to side excitedly. Well, Laura was sure she didn't have to arouse him this time. He seemed eager for her.
"Oh!"
He bumped her knees with his hot nose. Laura experienced a mixture of want and shame and indecision. She had messed around with the dog earlier today. She had also made a promise to herself to try and avoid him. But there she was standing stark-naked in the hall, aroused. Laura shivered, closing her eyes, trying to uphold the silent resolve she'd made only moments ago.
"Oh, I can't ... I just can't!"
She could feel hot tears welling up. She was the lowest thing a woman could sink to.
Laura walked over to the banister and turned. Jake followed. She and the dog made an odd tableau ... the mirror showing her white flesh that contrasted with the heavy gray coat of Jake's. Laura watched their reflection with interest. It was a different way of seeing herself, of seeing Jake's curious nuzzling of her thigh. He licked her. She saw the change of her expression in the mirror.
"Oh, Jake, your tongue's so ... pink!"
The animal whined, his tongue moving higher. A particularly hot, feverish tingle swept through her belly. She watched her reflection, watched the steady progress of lust cross her flesh. The dog smelled her puffy, dark pink cuntlips.
When the tip of his tongue pressed along her closed slit, Laura made a crying noise. She put her hands behind her to hold onto the banister. She widened her stance on the rug, giving the big dog more room to lick. Jake tried to get a better licking angle.
"Oh, Jake, Jake."
Here in the hall, right in the hall! Had she no shame? Couldn't she at least go back into the bedroom and shut the door, closing out her shame from the rest of the world?
Downstairs the big wall clock ticked monotonously.
"Unghhh...."
Now Laura could feel the long, hot sweep of his tongue across the underside of her cunt mound. She saw her opened mouth in the mirror, saw the way her way her eyes had a glazed look. She couldn't keep her balance too easily. Her icy fingers gripped the smooth banister wood as she steadied herself.
"Oh God! GOD!"
This had to stop! She couldn't keep going on, bending down for the animal, offering her cunt and ass for him whenever she felt hot. Other women developed some kind of self-control. How had they done it? How had they managed to keep themselves from making fools of themselves, from doing this kind of thing?
"GOD!"
The itchy tingle was getting worse. Jake was making it worse! Maybe it was the mirror. Maybe it was the way she'd gotten worked up over Rod Taylor and then suddenly walked away, only to play with herself some moments later.
And now the dog's sloppy pink tongue was gently parting her outer cuntlips. Sparks burst through the delicate membranes. A new flood of juice coated her labes. Even in the mirror she could see the glistening pink meat exposed by the hot, curious animal. She could also see Jake's red cock. It had slipped out from his furry sheath. It dangled wetly under his belly, bobbing and jerking as he worked his muzzle around her cuntal folds.
It wasn't too hard to imagine Rod's mouth around her pussy. It would be animal-like too. She knew it, she just knew it! She could see the wildness in that young boy, even though he had been nothing but kind and gentle to her.
"Ohhhh...."
The dog was going crazy, sticking his muzzle into her snatch again. He liked it, liked the smell, the taste of her flowing juices.
"Jake ... ughhhh ... ooooohhh!"
Laura knew she had to get away, get away from the animal before she became hooked on him.
"Get away."
But she didn't really mean it. Slipping behind her bedroom door, Laura didn't even bother trying to lock it in time. But she did remembered to close it just after Jake had trotted in.
"Oh Lord, Lord...."
Standing in the middle of the room, her cunt a pulsing, hot furry mound, Laura suddenly realized the phone was ringing. The jangling of the instrument put through her frazzled nerves, almost making her scream. She tripped over the dog as she moved to the bed, sat down, and picked up the receiver.
"I want to suck your cunt."
The whispered words made her shiver, made her fingers grip the receiver so hard that Laura thought she'd snap it in two. The words were spoken again, obviously through a handkerchief. It was Rod. It had to be. She could pick up that strange huskiness he always had in his voice. So she had excited him to this!
"Who is this?"
It would be better to play dumb, to avoid embarrassment.
"I'm gonna do nice things to your body," he went on, gasping.
Was he playing with himself? Laura sank back, her head resting against the headboard while Jake looked up at her curiously. She smiled, petting him excitedly.
CHAPTER NINE
"Who is this?" She repeated the question, feeling her cunt swell open even more.
He was telling her how he was going to suck her nipples, how he was going to lick her all over, even stick his tongue between her asscheeks and slick down her asshole. For a young, shy boy, Rod certainly knew what the score was ... at least over the phone. Laura would have giggled at his attempt to be super-masculine if she weren't so damned excited herself!
"Then I'm gonna bite those nipples ... yeah, bite 'em while I finger your cunt."
Jake had started up his licking again, forcing her thighs apart, butting his head against her legs, then licking her slit up and down.
Laura sucked in a ragged breath, collapsing backward on the bed. Her thighs were spread helplessly for the animal. She could no more stop him now than she could hang up. The excitement this afternoon had been too much for the woman. Her fine resolves all went up in smoke, the smoke drifting out from her hot, fuzzy cunthole!
"I'm going to call the police," she panted into the receiver. Oh, if only she could keep her asscheeks still!
"Come on, you're gonna like what I do to you. You're...."
He stopped, putting the phone down. She could hear someone talking in the background. Could it be his parents? Laura hoped he wouldn't hang up. She enjoyed this, loved hearing this young man talking dirty to her.
"Yeah, I'm gonna eat you all over."
Apparently Mrs. Taylor or whoever was gone. Laura started moving on the bed again, her twisting body making the box springs groan and squeak. She remembered her moans. She panted hard, not wanting Rod to hear her reactions. She felt so dizzy as Jake gained another inch on her. He growled softly as he -rimmed the edges of her cunt mouth. She felt her tiny pussy muscles convulse deep inside when his snout brushed over her clit.
"You're not going to do anything of the sort. If you don't hang up-"
"Then I'm gonna eat your cunt. Yeah, gonna suck it dry, just like I said I would before. It's gonna feel so nice, havin' your pussy squirming against my mouth!"
Just then Jake drove his tongue into her pussy, the movement emphasizing those wonderful words rattling out of the receiver.
"No!"
Laura made a move to hang up the receiver. But her arms refused to move. Instead she lifted her knees, letting them fall apart until she was in a fucking position. The dog yipped in triumph and scrambled forward on the mattress, his claws tearing at the coverlet. His tongue started lapping steadily now, his furry head bobbing up and down between her raised, jerking legs. The sound of her clit being pressed down into the swollen labes made her gasp with excitement.
Rod Taylor was breathing hard into the phone. "Then I'm gonna fuck you...."
Laura felt her heart pounding. She was dizzy, her cunt flooding more juice out for the hungry dog to lap.
"I'm going to hang up," she repeated, not being able to move even if the roof caved in.
"I'm gonna fuck you real slow. I'll even let you put it in. You ever put a cock into your hole? You ever touched the head when it slips in?"
Where on earth did that boy learn all this? It was hard to imagine that shy, young man she'd seen by the fence earlier talking like this. Obviously, he had more experience than she thought.
"Please, stop it. Stop this."
She was breathing hard, as hard as he was. The phone slipped against her sweaty ear. Jake had shoved his tongue deep inside her cunt again.
Rod was whispering now, his voice breaking in several points.
"My dick's real fat at the tip ... fat and hard. I'm big, real big. But you'll take it. You'll stretch, and you're gonna love it. I'll stretch you with my cock 'til you squirm and cry...."
"Noooo! I'm going to hang up now. Don't you ever call me again."
Laura had started moving her ass up and down against the steady, wet rubbing of Jake's snout. She just couldn't keep still. She raised her thighs as far to one side as they would go, then shot them back the other way. Her wet cuntflesh stretched tantalizingly, opening more hollows and folds for the dog's powerful jaws.
"I'll bet I can make you cry out for more dick. Bet I can make you cum so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."
This was horrible! She was getting this dirty call from a neighbor boy she hardly knew, someone she'd enticed only moments ago. And at the same time she was having her pet German shepherd lick her off!
"Stop this!" Once again Laura tried to hang up the phone.
But Rod was laughing at her. The wet mess between her legs was throbbing crazily now, robbing her of all strength, of all will. Her cunt was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as the dog brought her closer and closer to the final rush of excitement. Her fingers curled in the fur of his neck, holding him hard against her dripping cunt mound.
She was cumming, slowly cumming. It was a wild, ecstatic torture. Her calves cramped. The woman bit her lip to keep from crying out, from giving Rod the satisfaction of knowing he'd made her cum while he talked dirty to her. Her heels pounded frantically against the bed.
"I wanna fuck you tonight," he said.
Laura couldn't hear him any more. The phone had slipped from her ear, crashing to the floor. She groaned, heaving her ass wildly as the spasms of orgasm blasted every nerve. She wasn't sure if Rod could hear her groaning and carrying on. There was no way she could calm down her passion. The woman was dimly aware of the voice on the phone as the full power of her orgasm peaked. "Ohhhhhhh...."
The burning ache seemed to explode into exquisite agony again and again. Laura pitched and jerked on the bed, kicking her feet first at the dog, then rolling back so far her toes jammed against the headboard. She could hardly breathe! The obscene words and the hungry animal and her naked, smeared skin all seemed to blend deliciously in one wild orgasmic explosion. Again and again the woman felt her cunt walls buckle in, crashing against one another in the wild whirlpool of orgasm.
"Wahhhhh!"
Laura was cumming hard. She could feel the dog's spit seeping down into her tight, hot hole. It felt so good, so terribly, awfully good. The words were so far away now. But Rod's words had gotten to her. Each hot sting of lust made her whimper, made her whip her cunt back and forth against the snarling animal's jaws.
"Ohhhhhh...."
She thought of her ex-husband, thought of the dog, thought of Rod. Visions of a man's body-hard, lean, muscled, squirming on top of hers-speared through her mind. Cocks were so stiff and long and thick. They fit so naturally into a woman's cunt. It seemed so natural, so right. Why should she think of anything like that as bad? She had been wrong, wrong in denying herself in men. And what had been the result? A dirty phone call and a cunt-hungry dog!
Jake was still growling lustily, wiggling his snout back and forth, licking until she couldn't take any more. Vague images of Rod, of how he must look naked flashed through her mind. She saw him working with his shirt off in the back yard. Now in her imagination they were together in her room and he was pressing her down on the bed. She felt his hips, his rigid hot cock pressed against her belly. And as her last convulsive beat of joy blasted through her cunt, she decided to let Rod fuck her!
"Oh no, no...."
Several minutes had gone by.
Laura came to, shaking her head. Jake was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, his handsome head resting on his forepaws, his eyes studying her. Laura shivered. She never felt at ease when he was doing this. It made him look so human.
A steady growling sound was coming from the floor. Glancing down, she saw the receiver hanging from the coiled cord. "Oh!"
Picking it up, Laura pressed the receiver tentatively to her ear. He had hung up. Only the dial tone remained. Laura placed the instrument on the cradle, wondering if Rod heard her cumming, heard her wild cries of delight. Would he guess what had made her cry out like that? Could anyone know that she was having an affair with a dog? The thought made her a little sick. She had to get up. Besides, Janie would be coming home, expecting something to eat, even if she were going out on a date.
Moving was such an effort! That warm glow had spread to all parts of her body.
Laura wanted to lay there, lay and think about Jake, about Rod, about fucking and sucking. Would she ever have the nerve to invite that young man up to her room? Certainly this afternoon, if his parents hadn't come in, if he hadn't been quite so shy ... who knows what would have taken place up here? Certainly Jake wouldn't have had his pleasure.
"Down, boy," she said, stroking the dog's head as she slipped her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. "Your days are numbered."
Opening the door, she let the animal out, steadying herself as she wandered down the hall toward the bathroom. She had just reached the doorway when she heard the front door unlock.
It was Janie! Ducking into the bathroom, Laura shut the door quickly, resting her body against the wood, hearing her daughter climbing up the stairs.
"I'll just make myself something light, Mother. I think Norm's going to take me out to eat before the movie," Janie called through the door. . Laura mumbled something back, reaching down and turning on the water. She would have to be careful, far more careful. This thing with Jake would have to end soon. If her daughter ..were to find her ... the thought shot through her mind yet another time! She couldn't sacrifice her family just for her pussy!
Stepping into the shower, Laura turned on the water, warm this time, directing the stream toward her cunt. How the droplets tingled her clit, made the tiny nub of flesh sputter with delight! Standing there in the stall, Laura sudsed down her still-glowing body, wondering what she should do-if anything-with the neighbor boy.
Janie, however, had other thoughts on her mind. Bolting down some ham and cheese, she chugged down a glass of milk, then ran back upstairs to brush her teeth. She saw her mother once, wearing that same old bathrobe! When would she ever learn to dress well. Maybe she'd attract some decent men, go out. That would probably help her attitude. Through the bedroom door Janie managed to evade several questions about Norm and his dating habits.
After a while Laura gave up, retreating to her bedroom, leaving Janie to herself.
The young girl stood naked in front of her mirror, wondering what enticing outfit she should wear to excite Norm right away.
"Maybe this," she said to herself, fingering a tiny bikini. That would be too obvious, especially to her mother, who would be at the door when she left. In spite of her feeling of freedom Janie still had a healthy fear of her mother.
Turning around, she sucked in her stomach. She was so small, so tiny. She realized just how small she really was when she remembered Norm's muscular, hard build. Janie passed a brush through her hair until the tresses fell smoothly over her tanned shoulders.
"Maybe just the halter and this," she said, pulling out a white garment and examining it. It looked so wicked, so ... she giggled, hugging the garment, thinking about how it would be when she and Norm went out tonight.
The minutes dragged by until finally Norm came by. He had called that morning, his voice almost shaking with emotion. Yes, yes, he was going to fuck her again. His parents were gone, out to the theater. It would be hours before they came home.
As she passed her mother on the way out, Janie felt a pang of guilt. It didn't last long, though. And, as she slipped into the front seat of Norm's car, all thoughts of her mother and morality evaporated into thin air.
Norm didn't say much on the way to his house. He glanced at her several times, his eyes dancing with excitement and mischief.
"Think your mom suspects?" he asked, turning into his driveway.
The house looked so big, so dark, so inviting and threatening at the same time.
"No. She's too wrapped up in her own problems. I don't think she even guesses what's going on," Janie said, brushing back her hair and opening the door.
Janie was so hot, so excited, she could barely get up. As she walked, her cuntlips rubbed against one another, their slick friction making her legs tremble.
When Norm opened the front door, she felt her pussy convulse, the walls buckling in from her sexual heat. Her nipples were killing her, scratching deliciously against the soft halter material.
"Let's go upstairs to my room."
He took her hand, guiding her through the darkened living room to the stairway.
Janie followed, her breathing becoming shallow, labored. Her heart was pounding like a triphammer. God, it was as if she were doing this for the first time! Well, it almost was! And now she knew the pleasure that was awaiting her.
The next few minutes were a blur. She remembered floating down the hall, holding tightly onto Norm, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. And then they were in his room. The bedroom looked eerie, illuminated by the silver light of a nearby streetlamp.
"Ohhhh, yeah, Janie, you wanna fuck ... fuck bad, don'tcha?"
The words cut through her pride a bit. Yes, of course she wanted to fuck. But there was something a little irritating in the way Norm was telling it.
"I ... I don't know," she said petulantly, turning away and staring out at the dark, empty street below.
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't," Norm said, chuckling.
He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, twisting her around and pulling her to him.
Janie struggled, yet she gave in when he kissed her, digging his tongue into her mouth.
It was so overwhelming to feel him frenching her like that. She surrendered when he shoved his tongue deep in her mouth, groaning and circling her arms around his back. He pulled her thighs against his crotch, his fingers fanning out around her taut ass and kneading the soft, resilient flesh through her Levi's. How good it was to feel the hot bulge of his cock trapped in his jeans. His prick pushed against her belly. He was so tall and big. Janie wasn't so nervous any longer. But she was excited past anything she could call sanity!
"Ohhhh!"
He could fuck her again with that big cunt splitter, do anything he wanted with her.
"Ohhh, yeah, you're gonna be pumpin' that ass back and forth when I get through."
Janie was panting, panting hard. She felt his hands moving up and down her body, felt his fingers touching the strap of her halter. Then it was gone! It fell from her body, floating to the floor. He was cupping her tits, digging his fingers into the flesh, rubbing his thumbs over her stiff nipples while hunching softly against her wet crotch.
"Oh yeah, you wanna fuck bad. Christ, I don't know how you made it through the day without any dickmeat," Norm said, moving his hands now around to the front and unsnapping her Levi's.
Janie backed away a little, giving Norm room to maneuver. She felt her jeans split apart, felt them sliding down her thighs until they puddled around her ankles.
"Cunt," he whispered.
He bent to touch a finger to her outer lips.
Janie sucked in air and pulled her ass back.
"Yeah, it's so nice and soft and hot," he whispered, rubbing his hands up and down.
Janie thought she was going to die. Norm was so insistent, so good at everything he was doing. Her pussy was running with hot juice. She could feel the fluid trickling down her shivering white thighs.
"Let's go to bed."
He scooped her up, turned around, then lowered her onto his large bed.
Janie lay quietly, her eyes traveling around the room. There were the usual pennants and trophies scattered about, footballs and other athletic gear on the various end tables and bureaus. It was masculine, the room of a high-school stud, the room of a man who knew how to play on the field and in the bedroom!
Climbing onto the bed, Norm took off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Kneeling beside her, he lowered his head, his long black hair hanging over his face. He was like an animal, an animal getting ready to feed! Janie shivered at that thought, then shivered again when he started licking the nipple of one tit, then the other, going from nipple to nipple until the two nipples were stiff and rigid. "OHHHHHH!"
Her shoulders wallowed against the mattress, arching her back slightly and shifting her ass back and forth when he sucked one tit all the way into his mouth.
She peered down her chest, amazed at how he had it all ... every tender inch of the soft swell. And his tongue! It was raking her tender nub wildly. Janie felt sharp jolts of delight knifing through her cunt, making her suck in more oxygen to feed her body. Yes, it was going to be a wonderful night.
CHAPTER TEN
Norm was up now, his knees spread widely apart, pressing against the insides of her splayed thighs.
Janie looked up at him. He was so big, so muscular, so overpowering. He had already opened up the top snap of his Levi's. In the dim filtered streetlight flooding his bedroom, she could make out the heavy swell of his dick. At times she thought she could actually see his cock throbbing against the faded material of his jeans. His hand started moving down now, the fingers pulling at the zipper tab.
Janie held her breath, knowing she would soon see that wonderful, thick eight-incher spring out and bob heavily up and down.
"OHHH!"
His cock looked even bigger than before. That's what her excitement and the dim light did, probably. But still the girl thought it had grown somehow in the twenty-four hours since she'd last seen and felt it. His cock was so thick, so heavy across that fat head.
Norm let her look at his prick for a while, let her take it in. Janie's eyes widened, her fingers trembling as she dared to move her hands up and touch it.
"Ohh, watch it, baby. Watch it or you're gonna make me cum," Norm said, half-joking as the young woman wrapped her fingers around the width of his dick and jerked the outer flesh back and forth.
His cock felt so hard, so hot. She loved the way it moved in her hand, especially when her fingers played with the ridged area just below his cockhead. What a wonder a man's dick was! Her fingers toyed lightly with his hard prick until once more Norm told her to stop it or he'd spray his jizz all over her face.
"If you wanna play with it so much," he said, after regaining some control, "take that thing in your mouth."
"What?"
"Come on, take my cock in your mouth and suck it," he said, reaching down and sliding both hands together behind Janie's head.
"I ... I...."
Norm didn't give her a chance to protest. He drew her head forward, forced her to open her mouth, then slipped his dick in.
"NNGNHFHFFF!"
Janie pushed back, fanned out her fingers and pressed them against his broad, hairy chest while trying to pull her head away. She had never had a cock in her mouth before. Her jaw hurt from the strain of being pried open that wide. Her nostrils were tickled by the wiry cockhairs touching them. And what a strange taste his dick had! The thick pre-cum bubbled out of his cockhead into her throat. That salty, bleachy taste coated her mouth and throat, making her want to swallow. Was he going to pop off in her mouth?
"Suck it, come on, get that tongue around it, suck it good."
Norm was going out of his mind, hunching his thighs back and forth. His movements made his balls swing forward and slap gently against her chin.
Regaining some control, Janie started moving her head back and forth in a counter-rhythm, sliding her tongue around the ridge that bulged out on the underside of his dick. It was what the young man wanted. He grunted, his chest heaving mightly up and down while his head was thrown back.
"Oh yeah, you little bitch. That's what I dig. Oh shit, yeah, that's what ... ughhhhh! That's what I want!"
He was twisting his hips from side to side, making his cock revolve around in Janie's mouth. The girl thought for a while he was going to crush her skull with his hands as he spun out of control. He was hammering his dick harder and harder against the back of her throat, his breathing becoming more labored whenever she moved her tongue over a particularly sensitive spot.
"OHHHHH, MAN!"
He deep-throated her, jamming his dick all the way past her tonsils and down her throat.
Janie panicked, feeling all air being cut off. She struggled, clawing at the big man on top of her.
Reluctantly, Norm drew back, finally pulling his dick from her mouth.
"Shit, man, I could cum right now."
He backed off, dropping one hand and curling his fingers tightly around his cock.
Janie waited breathlessly, the itch between her legs almost driving her crazy. She wiped her lips off with the back of one hand, wondering what insane thing he was going to do next. "Let's fuck."
The words made her shiver. He moved around, sliding completely out of his Levi's. Then he was on top of her, his hot, muscular body trapping hers, his legs pinning hers to the mattress. Something terribly hot was shoving up against her cuntlips. Janie knew what it was and she went crazy. She rolled her head from side to side, strings of drool oozing from the corners of her mouth. Sweat made both their bodies slick, made their flesh slide over one another as his rod opened up her furry outer cuntlips and gurgled into the moist hole.
"Unghhh!"
It was a dream come true. As she lay there, skewered by his fat dick, Janie knew it was a dream come true. She couldn't believe it, being fucked by this young man, this stud any girl would have given her right tit to be fucked by. And he had chosen her ... for a second time! Janie felt a flush of pride as her cuntlips flattened back and his dickhead brushed over her clit.
"Nothing's as good as fucking, is it?" Norm whispered in her right ear, flicking his tongue inside.
"Ohhh nooo!" she babbled, raking her fingertips over his back.
Norm dragged his cock back a little, then shoved in again. Janie shuddered, feeling her cunt stretch wide while the ring of muscles went tight.
"Oh milk it, Janie! Milk my cock like you did last night."
The blonde teen sighed, knowing this was going to be a long, wonderful night.
* * *
Back at home Laura also felt it was going to be a long night. But wonderful? It was just another night alone, another night when she wished she had the courage to pick up her purse and go out, find a man, and do what the next-door neighbor boy had suggested over the phone. Fuck! What was wrong about finding someone she liked, finding someone she could go home with and fuck?
Sitting there alone in the dark living room, rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms, Laura stared into the kitchen, wondering what was wrong with fucking. Why couldn't she find the courage, the energy to just get up and go out? Her daughter certainly had no trouble with it. There were many times she'd wanted to curtain Janie's dating privileges. But when she tried, she met with so much resistance she gave up. Communication was bad enough now. She didn't want to make it impossible! "Ohhhh...."
That damned pulsing itch was back. Would it ever leave her alone? Was she doomed to feel it continually until ... until she brought a man home? The thought brought goose bumps to her flesh. Her nipples poked and rubbed sexily against her blouse.
"Jake."
His name came naturally on her lips. The whispered went out into the night, seemed to reverberate in the dark room. Jake. The dog. Would he hear it? Would he know what she wanted from him again?
As if in answer to her question, she heard a soft tapping of toenails against the tiled floor of the kitchen. Laura held her breath, half hoping Jake would simply ignore her and go on with his business. The tapping stopped. She held her breath.
Instinctively Laura knew the dog was at the doorway studying her, wondering if she wanted him. The woman curled her fingers into two tight. fists, pressing them hard against the armrests of the large stuffed chair. No, she wasn't going to give in this time! It had to stop, it just had to!
"Jake!"
The whisper was louder now. Had she really pronounced his name again or had she imagined it?
She closed her eyes, moved her legs together, rubbed them, felt the slick, bloated cuntlips moving against one another, touching her clit. She needed relief from that electric spark that had started somewhere along her thighs and was now concentrated in her clit. The woman felt alive, alive to every sensation around. She could hear the German shepherd breathing, could almost feel his breath as he approached the chair softly.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Jake standing in front of her, his tail lowered, wagging slowly from side to side. His dark eyes glistened evilly in the dark. She could see his fangs, see that wonderful tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. Could she do it again? Could she strip down and bend over, offer him her ass like some....
"No."
But she felt one hand moving down, down to the big dog's head. She was petting him, her heartbeat increasing the moment her fingers brushed over his warm fur. Her nostrils flared while her nipples stood out even more. What was the use? What was the good of all her fine resolves, of all her resolutions, when all she did was break them? Laura felt like a hypocrite.
"Come on, boy," she said, pushing herself up off the chair and stumbling up the stairs, half drunk with her own arousal.
Janie was probably fucking now. It almost made her sick to think of it, but Laura instinctively could see something more than friendship between Norm and her daughter the moment the stud had stepped into the house. Well, it was the twentieth century. There was little she could do unless she wanted to lock her daughter in the closet until she was eighteen.
How strange. She wasn't too upset about Janie. Perhaps it was because she had sunk so low, tormented by her own suppressed sexuality. All that mattered now was that throbbing, pulsing itch driving her mad.
"Yes, good boy," she whispered, gripping the dog's collar as they entered the room.
Locking the door behind her, Laura stripped down completely, blocking any thoughts she might have about moral reprisals. There were no such things. All that mattered now was her sexuality, something she had been doubting all this time. Dogs? What did it matter? If her daughter could go out and fuck the high-school football star, she could let the dog take care of her.
"Here, boy, come here," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting the space next to her.
Jake spent no time in getting there. Barking twice, he padded across the floor, jumped onto the bed and sat next to her. He was licking her face, panting heavily, not dipping his snout into her crotch as she had hoped.
"Ohhhh, good dog," Laura breathed, feeling so much like a bitch.
He sat on his haunches with his tongue hanging out, looking at her as he tilted his head.
Laura was burning up with lust, hardly able to remain in a sitting position. She was amazed at how hot she could get just by having this damned animal pressing up against her naked thighs. Perhaps it was just the idea of having something warm nearby to take care of her crotch that was exciting. She didn't know.
"Here, boy."
Jake peered down at her crotch, whimpered, then started to pull away. Laura caught him, feeling now she would have to entice him once more ... she would have to beg the dog again for his favors!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Laura had slipped her hand under the dog's powerful chest. She could feel his heart beating, feel the warm flesh beneath the fur. The woman bit her lip, wondering if she had the courage to touch him ... there. Laura had already seen his cock, had been sprayed by it. There was little that would shock her now. But the idea of her actually taking the initiative and touching his knobby boner made her pause.
Jake was panting harder, an occasional whimper catching in his throat. It was as if he knew what he was doing, knew that he was leading her on, forcing her to do this thing.
"Dear God," she breathed, her fingers finding the furry bulge of his cocksheath.
She felt something stir, something throb against her probing fingers. Jake whimpered, his body jerking. The confused woman jerked her hand away, shaking her head from side to side with shame.
"No! Oh, what am I letting myself sink to?"
However her light touch had sparked the dog into action. He was whimpering loudly now, nuzzling her arm, licking her shoulder, actually turning around and forcing her down onto the bed.
Laura sighed, still unsure about whether she had done the right thing or not. Yes, he was aroused, would probably take care of her. But could she actually go through with this again? The pulsing itch between her legs told her she could.
"Oh, Jake, Jake...."
Without thinking, Laura reached out and started massaging him. It was still early. Janie wouldn't be home for a long time. No one would know. And Laura needed release so very badly.
She gasped again, feeling his cock slide out from his body. Trembling, she pulled at the sheath in a way she thought would arouse the dog even more.
She was right. Jake lapped at her wrist, then licked his cock. She let go and fell back on the bed, tilting her hot cunt up at him. The animal nosed her thigh, then dragged his tongue up along her throbbing cuntmound. It felt wonderful, lovely, as the outer cuntlips peeled back. Laura was already forgetting that it was a dog that was licking her. "Yesss...."
She pulled her cunt even farther apart with her fingers so that his slick tongue could touch every inch of it. She'd finally managed to excite him. And yet, even though he was doing what she wanted, even though he was licking her cunt, she felt something was missing. Of course something was missing! A man. A hot hard man on top of her, caressing her, needing her, sticking his dick into her. She needed that, that feeling of being possessed, of being wanted, of feeling something inside her.
"Ohhhh Jake, harder! Harder!"
Laura took the dog's handsome head and pulled him against her. Her cuntlips slipped around his snout. But now she found she was doing more than just opening her pussy to him. She was fucking herself, using his furry snout as a kind of dildo, reaming out her pussy, knowing full well that what she needed was dickmeat.
Cockmeat! The thought brought a whimpery gasp from her throat. Roughly she grabbed the fur around Jake's neck and pulled the dog's nose into her seeping cuntal pit. It was something to fill her pussy with. Fingers and tongues weren't good any more. She needed to be filled, to have a dick inside her.
"Oh God, what am I doing?"
Laura found herself on her hands and knees, wagging her ass back and forth. Would she really have the courage to ... to let the animal fuck her? She peered over one shoulder, saw him nosing her pussy, saw him about to mount her. She could already feel one paw on her asscheek, could feel him sliding up her....
"No!"
Laura found crawled forward, swatting back at the confused, whimpering animal. She tossed him over the side of the bed. It couldn't be. It just couldn't! She had come so close, so close to letting him fuck her.
Gasping with horror, Laura tore out of the bedroom and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom, holding onto the doorway until she gathered enough strength to throw on her bathrobe. A warm trickle of cunt juice ran down the insides of both thighs, making her frustration that much worse. She wouldn't let the dog touch her again. But how ... how would she take care of that burning itch?
With that question banging about in her mind, Laura stood there in the darkness for a long while, crying tears of shame and frustration.
Some time passed before the woman realized there was somebody knocking at the back door.
Gathering her robe around her, Laura cautiously went down the stairs, through the kitchen and up to the tiny window over the sink. God, it was Rod, the young boy from next door who had made that obscene call to her earlier!
"Yes?"
Laura decided the best thing to do was play cool, not to let on about the call. Rod probably thought he was protected by that silly handkerchief he'd used over the speaker.
"Janie ... uhh ... is Janie home? I thought that maybe we could go out for a soda or something...."
"Janie's not here."
Laura was breathing hard ... really breathing hard. Could he tell? Could he smell her hot cunt? In a way Laura was afraid her face showed her thoughts of fucking. In a flash she realized that it was Rod she wanted. It was this young stud who had excited her so much over the phone whom she wanted up in her bedroom.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Beddingfield?"
"Maybe ... maybe just a little dizziness," she said honestly, swaying back and forth.
Rod stepped forward, the door shutting quietly behind him. He was holding onto her, his big hands feeling so good, so hot on her shoulders. She bent forward, her forehead nearly touching his. Laura was too hot for much discretion. She felt bold, daring.
"I know it was you who called me," she whispered, feeling him tense the moment she spoke. "I know it was you. I recognized your voice."
"And you're not mad?"
Laura bit her lower lip, wondering if she should tell him. Oh God, why not?
"No, I ... I enjoyed it."
It was crazy for her to admit that, for her to tell a boy nearly half her age that she enjoyed his dirty call, that she wanted him as a ... a lover!
Laura looked up and saw him smiling. It was more than just a smile. It was an invitation, an invitation she'd been wanting to see from a man for a long, long time. Other women would have said the situation now was dangerous. But Laura felt only pleasure.
Jake was scratching at the door wanting to be let out.
"Let me," she whispered, opening the door and letting Jake out ... for good.
"Mrs. Beddingfield ... Laura, I want ... I want to fuck you."
She was surprised at his directness. But that was the younger generation of today-no beating around the bush, no deception ... or so she thought.
"Your parents. Won't they ... suspect?"
"They're gone again. Some dumb show, I guess," Rod said, moving closer.
Laura was too hot for further speech. Her mind drifted back a bit, thinking of how she'd almost let Jake fuck her, mount her like a bitch. How she'd flipped. But now she was prepared for Rod, for any man. Her cunt flooded. She was burning down there, ready for a man's touch, for Rod's fingers.
"Upstairs," she managed to whisper.
The two of them moved silently through the darkened living room, Laura's chest tightening, her heart beating wildly as Rod climbed the stairs behind her. She was going to fuck the neighbors' boy ... and nothing holy or unholy was going to stop her!
"Here."
He had stripped, his well-defined muscular body silhouetted in the darkness as she shed her gown and lay flat on the bed. Rod worked his fingers over his cock-a man's cock, a good seven or eight inches!
Kneeling beside her, he moved his hands along the insides of her thighs, forcing apart her pussylips. Hot and cold flashes of delight shot through her! Her brain reeled with excitement, with lust.
"Over."
Rod had rolled her onto her belly, crawled between her thighs and started licking her asscheeks. He was like Jake! She bobbed her ass up and down, pushing back when his tongue sloshed over her asshole and down to her pussy. He was drinking up her flowing juices, lapping up the fluid as hungrily as Jake had done earlier. But now it was a man, a man doing this!
"Fuck, fuck...."
It had been so long, so very, very long. And now she felt his strong hands pulling up her ass, felt something hot pressing over her butt. Her heart seemed to stop.
"I don't believe all this...." she finally whispered.
She wanted that dick. Her ass pranced for it. She wanted to be raped by that thing, fucked until her mind exploded. Yes, oh how good it felt as the fat hot head settled against her cuntal mouth. Her juices coated the silky head.
Rod spread her thighs with his strong young hands. "I've wanted you, Laura. I've wanted you for a long, long time."
How strange it was to have the young man calling her by her first name. And yet, how sexy!
She groaned, moving her ass from side to side. Then she felt him tucking up and under, giving her a powerful lunge that took her knees off the bed.
"Ahhhhh...."
She felt the fat head pop past the tense, eager ring of her cuntmouth. His prick was sliding along the wet lining of her pussy. She was being fucked, fucked for the first time in such a long while!
Laura gasped and babbled, tossing her head back and forth. Her hair tangled around her neck. She felt sexy and young and free.
"Ohhh, it's going so deeeeeeep!"
He pulled his cock back slowly, making Laura think she was going to die. Her arms trembled, then collapsed. She fell against the pillow, her ass high and prancing as Rod dug his fingers into her hips and fucked deep. It was only a boy fucking her, yet he possessed her like a man! He was swearing at her now, calling her dirty names, telling her how his cock was fucking out her drooling hole.
"Close!" he shouted.
Laura could feel his strong, muscular flat belly pressing against her ass and back. He was climbing her, crawling onto her. His dick made squishy, sexy noises. It was heaven having that sensation of thick meat inside her cunt.
She clawed at the top sheet and whimpered. "NOW!"
It had been so fast. But Laura felt her pussy convulsing, beating with the wild rhythm of the first powerful orgasm she'd had in years. Growling, biting at the pillow, beating the mattress with her fists, the blonde came with atomic fury. In her cunt she could feel the spraying action of Rod's dick. He was slumped over her back, his fingers clawing at her tits while his dick sprayed gouts of white-hot jizz into her hole.
When she came to her senses again, Laura found herself cradled in the boy's arms.
"Oh, you wouldn't ... wouldn't tell anyone about this, would you, Rod? I mean, you wouldn't go around and tell people that you were fucking Janie's mother, would you?"
Rod pushed his fingers through her hair.
"And have my folks down on me? No, besides I don't wanna fuck up something good, understand?"
Laura thought she did. It didn't matter. She and the boy lay there for nearly an hour, barely stirring as the downstairs clock ticked on.
Janie was probably fucking her brains out ... as hard, perhaps harder than she had done sometime earlier. Well, let her. Now she was doing the same, freed of her dependence upon ... no, she didn't even want to think about what happened between her and the dog. That was past. That was history.
"You ever suck cock?" Rod asked, moving one hand down to his crotch and fingering his rising dick.
"Yes ... my husband. He said...."
She didn't have to continue. Getting up on her hands and knees, Laura brushed back her long blonde hair and dropped her head to his crotch. Her full lips peeled back, closing around the neck of his rod. She watched as he moved sensuously from side to side. Yes, he enjoyed this. How good it was to know she was pleasing a man ... a real man!
From now on she was going to devote herself to this. Janie would have to understand that a change had taken place, a change so needed in her life.
"Ohhh, gimme head!"
It was a welcome change, long overdue. Laura sighed with happiness, feeling wonderful for the first time in her life.
